THE PARTY

You weren’t at fault for anything.

No thoughtcrimes. No Eurasian and Eastasian propaganda.

Yet they didn’t believe you.

The Party, under the guise of their mascot dubbed “Big Brother,” were a large group of people who believe in INGSOC, Newspeak for “English Socialism,” and wanted to rule it to create their own “utopias.”

And when that time came to rule over everyone, by whatever remained holy, they did.

Everyone had to install these awful, fickle telescreens, which are two-way TV-like broadcasters, in all the rooms they owned, abolishing total privacy.

People were now being punished for thinking or doing anything that would be considered against INGSOC and Big Brother “himself,” also known as a thoughtcrime.

WAR IS PEACE. FREEDOM IS SLAVERY. IGNORANCE IS STRENGTH.

The words rang out in your head as you lay against the hard serene white walls.

THOUGHTCRIME. THOUGHTCRIME. THOUGHTCRIME THOUGHTCRIME THOUGHTCRIME THOUGHTCRIME-

You believe you are in a cell in The Ministry Of Love, but you could not tell at this point.

”P-Please! Don’t do this! Take me anywhere! Take me anywhere besides Room 101!”

The blood-thinning screams could be heard as another poor prisoner, thoughtcriminal, was being dragged to the dreaded Room 101.

You never knew what goes on in there. Only that the things survivors come back with is a oneminded love for Big Brother.

Then, just as you sulked in your own predicaments, four soldiers of The Party marched in the cell. They lined in perfect, synchronized places in the cellar, and all said with a patronizing tone:

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