The Revolution

“Let’s kill the Queen!”

A spilt his sugar and B nearly bit his leg off. They both looked at C, not trusting their own ears.

“What? You know she’s the cause of it all. Sitting in her cave, growing fat on our hard work. I say we bump her off…”

“Shh! Have you gone mad? How could you even think such a thing!”

“It’ll be easy! Precisely because no one’s thought of such a thing!”

“And for good reason! Do you think you can just waltz up to her and bite her head off?”

“Yes! There are never more than two or three soldiers near her, and they’re just for show. No one expects an attack.”

“But you’re insane! The Queen!”

“Yes, the Queen! She’s the reason we break our backs everyday in those terrible lines, living every moment in fear of those bullies she calls soldiers. And for what? So they can eat and get stronger, to go out and capture more like us. All to feed her highness, who seems to bloat up more while our people die in those bloody lines daily.”

“But it’s our job..”

“Not a job, it’s our caste! Just because we’re born into it. And they don’t help us either – the soldiers could lend a hand to an old one here, or a cripple there, but no! They just curse us and act tough because they go to the battles. Let them try carrying 8 times their own weight through miles of hostile territory to feed a whore who’ll spit at you as soon as say hello.”

“Everything you say is true, but still…to kill the Queen?”

“It’s not impossible. It’d be easier than killing one of those bullies in fact. She’s grown so fat on our sweat and blood that she won’t even be able to defend herself. And the soldiers are too cocky to suspect anything. We just have to remain cool, and not lose our nerve. Our people will be set free by our sacrifice. Here’s the plan…”

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The next day, 3 workers broke the line and rushed up to the Queen. Everyone froze, even the never ending line coming to a halt. And then they stopped. The Queen’s large eyes were on A, B and C. Her hypnotic gaze sapped their will, emptied their minds. Then, with a supreme effort of will, C muttered “Bloody whore” and leapt on to her giant frame, aiming for the softest spot.

And then the world came to an end.

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Jerry, driving home after a hard day’s work in the fields, felt a bump as his truck’s tire went over an anthill. He made a note to check the wheel – it had been feeling a little loose lately.

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Note: Can't think of appropriate names for A, B & C. Suggestions welcome :)