C.B. Stone's Blog
November 1, 2014
Excerpt- Rehabilitation (Unbelief Series, Book I)
Hey Goodreaders!
Here is a brief excerpt from my new series novella, Rehabilitation. If you've read it, I'd love your honest feedback! Much love.
-Stone
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Since the After World, it’s against the law to Believe. At least to Believe in the sense of believing in a higher power, like God. We can believe someone is telling the truth, or lying of course. We can believe it’s going to rain tonight or might be sunny tomorrow.
We can believe there will be more food tomorrow than there was today. As long as there is a concrete reason for us to believe something, belief is considered okay.
But to just Believe? Like Believe in something bigger than ourselves? Or in something invisible like God? That’s the worst kind of law breaking.
Do not Believe in that which is not there.
I can hear the lifeless intonation of the Elite law reader in my head. Do not Believe in that which is not there is a direct quote from one of the Elite law books. Every other Sunday, the laws are recited to us by the law readers.
Three main ones mostly, and other minor ones, too. But the ‘do not Believe’ law? That’s a real big one.
We’ve all grown up governed by the Elite’s laws and I try to make a point of not questioning them too deeply. I know they’re in place to combat the disease of the mind we’re told destroyed things before the After World came into existence. The disease called God. Now we know better and know there is no God.
Regardless, it’s usually not difficult for me to follow most of the laws laid out by the Elite. Well, with going into the Old World to hunt being the exception I suppose. As far as the law for not Believing? It’s almost never a problem, despite memories of my father’s lectures and Jacob’s constant search for a church in the ruins of the Old World.
It’s only some days… some days, when things are worse than normal, when there’s no food and the Girl’s Home is freezing and I remember my mother going crazy before she died, my dad being taken away for Trials and never coming home… well, I suppose somewhere deep down I'd like to believe God exists then. Mostly because I’d really like to think He’d do something to help us.
But he doesn’t, not that I can tell. Not since the war at any rate. What sort of God allows places like Rehabilitation and a regime like the Elite to exist, to dictate our every move?
If God were so great, he’d do something. But he hasn’t. At best, we’re forgotten. The funny thing is, that’s the strongest evidence I have that He doesn’t exist. Because if He did, things just wouldn’t be like they are today.
Shaking my head, I try to dislodge my crazy musings and fervently hope Jacob comes to his senses before I lose him forever.
Here is a brief excerpt from my new series novella, Rehabilitation. If you've read it, I'd love your honest feedback! Much love.
-Stone
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Since the After World, it’s against the law to Believe. At least to Believe in the sense of believing in a higher power, like God. We can believe someone is telling the truth, or lying of course. We can believe it’s going to rain tonight or might be sunny tomorrow.
We can believe there will be more food tomorrow than there was today. As long as there is a concrete reason for us to believe something, belief is considered okay.
But to just Believe? Like Believe in something bigger than ourselves? Or in something invisible like God? That’s the worst kind of law breaking.
Do not Believe in that which is not there.
I can hear the lifeless intonation of the Elite law reader in my head. Do not Believe in that which is not there is a direct quote from one of the Elite law books. Every other Sunday, the laws are recited to us by the law readers.
Three main ones mostly, and other minor ones, too. But the ‘do not Believe’ law? That’s a real big one.
We’ve all grown up governed by the Elite’s laws and I try to make a point of not questioning them too deeply. I know they’re in place to combat the disease of the mind we’re told destroyed things before the After World came into existence. The disease called God. Now we know better and know there is no God.
Regardless, it’s usually not difficult for me to follow most of the laws laid out by the Elite. Well, with going into the Old World to hunt being the exception I suppose. As far as the law for not Believing? It’s almost never a problem, despite memories of my father’s lectures and Jacob’s constant search for a church in the ruins of the Old World.
It’s only some days… some days, when things are worse than normal, when there’s no food and the Girl’s Home is freezing and I remember my mother going crazy before she died, my dad being taken away for Trials and never coming home… well, I suppose somewhere deep down I'd like to believe God exists then. Mostly because I’d really like to think He’d do something to help us.
But he doesn’t, not that I can tell. Not since the war at any rate. What sort of God allows places like Rehabilitation and a regime like the Elite to exist, to dictate our every move?
If God were so great, he’d do something. But he hasn’t. At best, we’re forgotten. The funny thing is, that’s the strongest evidence I have that He doesn’t exist. Because if He did, things just wouldn’t be like they are today.
Shaking my head, I try to dislodge my crazy musings and fervently hope Jacob comes to his senses before I lose him forever.
