Unity Divided

Genre: Dystopian



There are 2 Province’s, 1 where people are free and 1 where they are not. I’m In the second group.

My school is next to the dividing line. From my desk I can see the freedom that the Province 1, or P1, girls and boys enjoy; no worry of their futures as they have one and can choose whatever they’d like. Us though, we have no such luxury, especially if you are an X like me.

The X,Y and Z’s of our Province are destined to work for the state however they see fit. We are nobody’s, we may as well not even exist. Whereas the A-C’s have every privilege they desire….. Here, we live by a ration system. And the state chooses what we are allowed at every given month depending on our social contribution….. And lack of rebellion.

The rebellion of our forefather’s made things worse. We were now no longer to grow on our merits to leave our province and join the prestigious P1. There was though one stipulation: Marriage. We could leave P2 if we wed an A,B or C. But, the chances of that now are slim. The Provincial Heads declared we could only marry if we underwent rigorous tests and interviews that are in place to determine the love between the two candidates are genuine and real.

In the past, the A-C citizens would have marriages of convenience to get the X-Y’s their freedom. The historical rebellions ruined that too. And that guarded secret came out through a harsh interrogation by the Provincial Heads of our then, P2 Leaders, and they changed the Law so it’s no longer as easy as it was. Even still, it is a way out, only if the love is genuine and of sincere intention and is believed.

I sigh deeply.

Through the window I see Ayra waving to me from his Schools playing field. Ayra and I have had a secret love-crush on each other since we were about 10. But, because of the strictness of the states rules, we are forbidden to spend time with each other; that doesn’t stop us though. Every week we meet up in the desolate farmhouse that once brought our province a generous amount of wealth – not as much as Province 1 – they’ve always been more wealthy than us – but Ayra and I now use it for our private meet-up’s. I waved back at him making sure the tutor’s back is turned to avoid severe punishment. Ayra smiles back up at me, along with the signal that we meet tonight. I smile back and signal too so he knows I’ve received his message.

Alone in the old barn together, talk turns to a sore subject. Ayra desperately wants me to live with him in P1. The problem is that my family have no way of leaving P2 and that would mean I would have to say goodbye to them for good. But Ayra insists he won’t let that happen, that his Father, an influential man, will grant us secret access as long as we remain silent. Part of me wants to be with him ‘there’ and the other part does not want to leave my family knowing the life they will be living in comparison to the one I will have. Yet this is the choice I must make.

Tonight, Ayra gives me a token of his commitment to me, a strong metallic key that is small enough to hide in my pocket. He say’s that it is the key to mine and his future. I know my family would let me go, they would be happy for me, yet I will not feel the same. However, I must choose. I look at Ayra, his warm brown eyes smile at me as they always do, and I tell him that I will come with him, marry him and live in P1. But our fates are still in the hands of the Provincial Heads whether they see and believe us as a genuine couple and accept us as Man and Woman. I sigh heavily. But Ayra says he can find a way, a way he could get me in. Via his Father I’m guessing, but he say’s that’s not it. What he tells me next I cannot comprehend.

Province 1 are planning an uprising. Why would they bother, I wonder, but apparently they don’t agree with the Provincial divide either and want justice for the way we in P2 are treated and have to live and survive so harshly: They want Unity, a Treaty and agreement that the A-C’s and the X-Y’s are treated as equals. 150 years ago we did live like that. But because of greed and power, when the rebels set to overthrow the State, we became disjointed – one Province having all, one having nothing. Yet before then there was no divide. I guess P1 has decided it’s time to go back to how it was. If this happens, which Ayra has sworn is taking place soon, I won’t need to choose between him and my family. I don’t know when or how this change will come about or how long it will take and if it were even possible.

But, we are still only 15 and our marriage could not take place anyway until we are 17; maybe it would happen before that time, if everything goes accordingly to their demands as Ayra has assured me it would. And then after what seemed like hours in the farm-house, I lay my weary head on Ayra’s chest, hoping and praying he is right. Time will only tell that fate and I drift off to sleep.

Ayra wakes me an hour later. Dozily I get up. We have to be so careful that no-one see’s us and we head back to the fence where we first met all those years ago where we cut through the dividing line: We always giggle at that. It was time now to say goodbye for yet another week. Ayra leaves me with encouraging words, assurances and his love. We hold one another one more time. Then in safety, I return home to P2.


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Daily Post Writing Challenge: Names. 17th March 2014 by ‘Tim’


6 thoughts on “Unity Divided

  1. Hmmm, interesting that P1 decided to show their neighbors some compassion. It’s always good to see an unexpected nice guy (or group). Is Dystopia one of your favourite genres to write?
    Thanks for the read!


    1. Hey Chipmunk 🙂 Apology for taking so long to reply, I’m just glad I could find your comment. Dystopian Genre…. I Love it! Personally, I write about anything, any subject, any genre. But to read, I love Dystopian novels even though most, of late, spring up in the Young Adult category which despite being far from a YA, I love to read them. I think it’s an interesting topic and is open to all sorts of story ideas – probably that’s what makes them so popular. How about you, what do you like to read the most?
      ~ Vic 🙂


      1. Hi Victoria, thanks for replying and sorry for my own lateness in replying. I usually like reading novels with humour or dark humour, like Don DeLillo’s White Noise, for example. I read dystopian too, but not really anything in the YA market. My writing tends to be dystopian, but I always keep it light hearted. Check out my latest blog entry and you’ll see what I mean 🙂


        1. Yeah I look forward to it 🙂 Despite writing multi-genrely, keeping some stories light and some heavy, I just can’t resist writing a dark and disturbing story too! Dystopia at the moment is geared very much to YA: Just finished an omnibus and now I’m on a trilogy – all dystopian, all YA. I’ve just had a ‘Writers self-doubt’ week of it and just getting back to snapping out of it, so I will get to see your blog because it sounds great as I’ve never yet come across a light-hearted dystopian text! I’m actually intrigued now! 😀 I’m going to check out White noise as a bit of dark humour sounds pretty good and I don’t think I’ve read any books in that cat. Thanks for that and I’ll pop over when my brains in gear again 🙂


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