Casual Short Stories

The Loudest Whisper

"Elliot Jeremy Hemsworth, you are hereby sentenced to death by the guillotine for your traitorous actions!" the soldier proudly proclaimed in front of a storm of people who cheers roars through their homeland. They outweighed and silenced the voices of those who apposed of this matter for Elliot was merely a child of 15 years old. The soldier looked over at Elliot curiously as the others began to set up the guillotine.

"why... why did you decide to disgrace the king in this manner! Your such a foolish child!" the soldier scolded the boy. "You're calling me foolish! I'm just doing what I think is right! He was treating the prince of the neighboring country like... like a rat! it was horrible!" the boy cried out before he was interrupted. "HOLD YOUR TONGUE!! I think the king's decision was right. treat trash the way trash should be treated" he glared harshly at Elliot.

The young boy looked the soldier in the eye "I don't know what your mom taught you but my mom taught me to be kind to others who haven't hurt me! His father might be horrid and tried to wage war on us but that doesn't mean its the prince's fault or that he should be punished for what his father did!" Elliot held his ground strongly.

The soldier smacked the boy's face "Just like the king said, as long as he's part of that wrenched bloodline then he's just as guilty as his father! doesn't matter if he didn't do anything yet, he'll surely do something soon and now that you let him go he's definitely going to get his people to attack us now!". The small boy was infuriated with the soldier's words "That boy was could barely even scratch my age! he was about 12, maybe even younger! Do you still think its right how the king whipped him!! made him bleed and beg for him to stop!" tears started to well up in his eyes.

The soldier stood there stunned for a moment as if he was speechless. "his age doesn't matter! he's still the son of the enemy!" he says as if he's justifying the king's actions. "... your just a follower who can't think for themselves." Eliot said in a low voice.

The soldier had enough, he grabbed the small boy by the hair and slammed his face onto the wood side of the guillotine. "YOU DISGUSTING WRENCH!!! HOW DARE YOU QUESTION OUR KING'S DECISIONS" he continued to slam his face onto the wood till the boy's face started to bleed. The large group of people roars with excitement as others growl with disagreement and disgust at the actions. The boy coughed and spit out the blood that was filling his mouth from a ripped out tooth.

"No matter what you say I'll never agree with what the king did!!! He's a monster!!! we're all poor, in pain, dying because of his decisions!!!" Elliot screamed out "how could you be so blind!!". the solder picked up the boy by the hair "what a big thing to say for such a little kid! you don't truly understand what the king does for us! he protects us! he gave us life!" the soldier says proudly with a smirk.

"No! he doesn't give the people life! He hurts them! He'd rather use our tax money on gold, jewels, paintings, and food all for himself!!! Not once has he offered the people of our streets bread! Even his own wife doesn't care!! shes just another Marie Antoinette! 'let them eat cake' she'll say, ignorant to our suffering!-" Elliot cried out before the soldier punched him in his stomach."Stop filling lies into the people's ear! Our king has always cared for us!!! LONG LIVE THE KING!!!!!" the crowd was now divided between the blind believers and though's who believe the king is horrible. Elliot refused to hold his tongue any longer.

"The king is a lie! we're more than 300 people here! poor and starving! there are about ten people in that castle fattening themselves up with the tax money we give them! aren't you upset! aren't you angered that we can barely scratch up enough coins for even moldy bread! how many of your children die due to starvation! how many family members did you have to watch fall because of illnesses that you could have cured only if you could afford the medicine!" Elliot cried out.

The soldier yanks Elliot's hair harshly. He then directs him to the guillotine. "your so-called people aren't dying because of the king! their death because of their own stupidity and inability to work right! if they actually worked and did things correctly they wouldn't be so poor and starving. take my job for example" he purred "I'm a soldier and I'm good at what I do so I get paid a good amount of money" he smirked

Elliot looked up at the soldier sadden "you'll never understand us... not with all the money and power you were gifted with... not as long as the king is holding your strings..." he says sadly, the words slicing through the screams like a hot blade. They placed Elliot's head between the woodblocks of the guillotine. "Au revoir my friends..." the blade fell as the people stood oddly quiet.