History knows the face of rebellion.  When those in power lack the compassion or desire to tend to the needs of those they govern it's simply a matter of time before disenfranchisement turns into action ... into revolution.  Given the heated state of affairs in the world today, one can almost imagine a revolution on an historical scale emerging.  And so we set our writers to the task of imagining for themselves some possibilities... Here in Brick Moon's latest anthology REVOLUTION - Stories from the Future Revolution, we get an insight of what might be... 


The Most Dangerous Weapon of the Egregious Spoken Word

by Lauren A. Forry

The faux-leather chair squeaked every time she moved – a twitch of her ankle, an adjustment of her skirt. The narrow walls and low ceiling muffled every sound, like a tomb. Professor Okafor glanced at her watch. Several minutes passed, a quarter of an hour. Their pens continued to whisper over the copies of her document until, finally, the head of the committee lowered his. He was a senior now, Sacha Moyens, relatively unchanged from the freshman in her Intro to South American Literature course three years ago – when there had still been an Intro to South American Lit course. The same indolent student who wrote a barely adequate final essay on Allende’s House of Spirits, and who spent more effort composing the emails protesting his grade than on the paper itself. Sacha shared a few quiet comments with the rest of the committee as Prof. Okafor straightened in the chair. It squeaked.

    “Thanks for coming in tonight, Professor.” Sacha typed on his phone as he spoke.

    “It’s my pleasure.”

    The rest of the committee had also pulled out their phones. Click-click-click. Sacha smiled then typed something else, laughed, and showed the student beside him something. Prof. Okafor had to wait for him to continue.

    “So, how’s freshmen lit been going?”

    “Wonderful. The college accepted such a…” She stopped herself. Peytie Morgenstern, third from the left, had deemed the term ‘gifted’ offensive to less academically inclined students last year. Peytie stared at her now, dared her to say it. “…such a bright group of students for the incoming class.”   MORE