Conspiracy Theory: A Short Story
On the day of birth for everyone around the world, a date is placed at the back of their neck in an ink only seen by them. No one knows how this procedure came to be, all they know is it seals their fate. For most it haunts them until the day comes. Some can’t even bare to glance at it. For others, it is the opposite. They view it as a blessing; wishing to experience everything life has to offer before their time runs out.
Clara never wanted to know when her time was coming. But by some sick fate, she glanced at the mirror at just the right time and saw the reflection in the mirror. 02/07/2033. Her mind began to race, her feet moving on their own accord as she paced the length of her bathroom. “What am I going to do? That’s only in a couple …show more content…
He must have noticed the bags under her eyes or the look of despair in her eyes. Either that or he was a mind reader, she wasn't entirely sure at this point. “I have a theory,” he started “more of a conspiracy theory really.” Clara gave him a blank stare not really in love with the idea of conversing with another human being. “Have you ever wondered why? Why the population rate is suddenly dropping more and more as the years progress. There has to be a reason right? I think, I think the government is trying to limit the population. ” This grabbed her attention. She had never realized the population was decreasing. She was so caught up with her studies and her teenage years that it never crossed her mind. She thought back to all the times she would see people walking down the street and their bodies will just drop. It’s as if their heart just gave out on them. Blood seeps out of their ears and eyes, their bodies convulsing for minutes until everything goes still. No one would ask questions, it was if everyone knew to accept the tattoos and to never mention it. The rude boy pushed to the back of her mind. She thought back to her father’s friend, he had suddenly disappeared. Nobody asked questions, even though his generation had not been …show more content…
She stumbled into; to absorbed in keeping herself warm to notice the man coming towards her. He plowed into her, quite forcefully for an 80 year old man. “Watch where you're walking,” he gruffed. Arms flailing as she fell back into a newspaper stack causing the papers to scatter throughout the floor. She hurriedly began to scoop the newspapers closer to her, hiding her burning cheeks behind the curtain of blonde hair. Her movements began to slow front page article caught her attention. “What? She breathed out. The old man repeated himself cursing how insolent kids these days are. Clara paid him no mind, too absorbed in the headline. The end is here. “He was right” her mind whirled with the new information “that wacko from the train was right.” They were killing people off, but it wasn’t for population control. An organization had infiltrated the government and had plotted themselves in order to put their plan into action. Their plan worked; they killed thousands at their own pace and way. This organization had injected a chemical that was released on the specific date tattooed on the back of their necks. She raced into the bathroom, rummaging through the cabinets, searching for a mirror. Clasping it within her shaking hands, she raised it so she could see the tattoo but finding nothing. She exhaled a breath of relief and fell to the ground for the second time that day. Tears
Clara never wanted to know when her time was coming. But by some sick fate, she glanced at the mirror at just the right time and saw the reflection in the mirror. 02/07/2033. Her mind began to race, her feet moving on their own accord as she paced the length of her bathroom. “What am I going to do? That’s only in a couple …show more content…
He must have noticed the bags under her eyes or the look of despair in her eyes. Either that or he was a mind reader, she wasn't entirely sure at this point. “I have a theory,” he started “more of a conspiracy theory really.” Clara gave him a blank stare not really in love with the idea of conversing with another human being. “Have you ever wondered why? Why the population rate is suddenly dropping more and more as the years progress. There has to be a reason right? I think, I think the government is trying to limit the population. ” This grabbed her attention. She had never realized the population was decreasing. She was so caught up with her studies and her teenage years that it never crossed her mind. She thought back to all the times she would see people walking down the street and their bodies will just drop. It’s as if their heart just gave out on them. Blood seeps out of their ears and eyes, their bodies convulsing for minutes until everything goes still. No one would ask questions, it was if everyone knew to accept the tattoos and to never mention it. The rude boy pushed to the back of her mind. She thought back to her father’s friend, he had suddenly disappeared. Nobody asked questions, even though his generation had not been …show more content…
She stumbled into; to absorbed in keeping herself warm to notice the man coming towards her. He plowed into her, quite forcefully for an 80 year old man. “Watch where you're walking,” he gruffed. Arms flailing as she fell back into a newspaper stack causing the papers to scatter throughout the floor. She hurriedly began to scoop the newspapers closer to her, hiding her burning cheeks behind the curtain of blonde hair. Her movements began to slow front page article caught her attention. “What? She breathed out. The old man repeated himself cursing how insolent kids these days are. Clara paid him no mind, too absorbed in the headline. The end is here. “He was right” her mind whirled with the new information “that wacko from the train was right.” They were killing people off, but it wasn’t for population control. An organization had infiltrated the government and had plotted themselves in order to put their plan into action. Their plan worked; they killed thousands at their own pace and way. This organization had injected a chemical that was released on the specific date tattooed on the back of their necks. She raced into the bathroom, rummaging through the cabinets, searching for a mirror. Clasping it within her shaking hands, she raised it so she could see the tattoo but finding nothing. She exhaled a breath of relief and fell to the ground for the second time that day. Tears