The Great Overthrowing

 Note: I wrote this story for an English assignment. The assignment was to write a story including as many of our vocabulary words as possible. When I finished writing I read over my story, and though, "Hey, this actually came out pretty good!" so I decided to post it here. 

Once upon a time,

There was a kingdom called Restriction, where the not-quite-notable King Reginald ruled. He was quite the dictator and made sure his country functioned in an orderly fashion. Every morning, King Reginald made sure that every citizen in Restriction awoke at exactly 6:00, gave their portrait of the king a good morning dusting at precisely 6:05, ate breakfast in silence at 6:30 on the dot and so on. Laughing was seldom done and smiling was restricted for everyday use. Compliments were only aloud to be given to the king, and singing was illegal.

One day, I man in the kingdom by the name of John Rebelton decided that the time for change was long overdue. He was exasperated with the mind-numbing rhythm of how the kingdom of Restriction functioned. He had had enough of giving children such a dull and colorless upbringing. It was time to stimulate an overthrowing of the king. John founded the ARRS: The Anti Restriction Revolutionary Society. For months and months, The ARRS planned and plotted, disturbed and sabotaged, and most importantly of all, enlisted and recruited, until finally, John Rebelton knew that he had enough people to make a direct assault at the king. The time had come to officially dethrone King Reginald. 

Hundreds of people wearing black, men and women who were desperate for a change, had gathered in the dead of the night at the designated meeting spot: a crumbling statue of king Reginald in the town park. Many had swords and daggers, while others wielded pitchforks and kitchen knives.

John Rebelton stood upon the decapitated head of the statue of king Reginald so everyone could see him.

“Friends!” he called out. “Honorable members of the ARRS!” All eyes were on the brave young founder of their organization as he spoke.

“We are gathered here today.” Continued John. “To ensure a better future for our friends, our family, our children. We are gathered here today, to ensure that no future generation must suffer the way we have, in and endless repetition of acute rhythm. We are gathered here today, to ensure that every person, be that person a man, woman, or child, can live a life worth living.” He unsheathed his sword and pointed it at the palace gates, on the opposite side of the park.

“I don’t know what will be tomorrow.” said John Rebelton. “But today, we penetrate the palace gates!” The crowd responded with a roar, and together the ARRS charged the palace gates with anger like a tempest. The gates came crashing down, and the rest was chaos.

After much fighting, a few injuries, and the entire royal guard had all been trussed up like hogs, John Rebelton and fifteen others charged into King Reginald’s private chambers knocked the king out cold. They then stripped the unconscious king of his royal garments, tied him to a horse, and sent the horse running off into the distance.

That morning, a new era rose along with the dawn. The country was renamed Liberty, and the citizens all agreed that the new king should be John Rebelton, the leader of what was decided to be called the Great Overthrowing.

The End