National Freedom Day

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Men stood around, the air thick with unshared opinions, excitement, disgust, and even anger. Small whisperings and throat clearing echoed off the plaster ceiling and paneled walls, but the President couldn’t make out any of the words.

His mind wandered to his children. The world they would grow up in was filled with men like these, believing both sides of the debate. The paper he was about to sign would silence them all, not only in the room, but in the entire world.

He dipped the quill in the ink and the men held their breath, eyes focused on his hand. The quill moved in long fluid strokes.

Abe Lincoln

On February first, 1865, the 13th Amendment was signed, outlawing slavery. No more would his children have to see other children bruised, bleeding, in chains, sold like cattle just because they had differently colored skin. No human could own another to do with as they pleased. Resolve burned in his chest.

Lincoln sat back as the parchment was whisked away. The men clapped, even if they hated him.

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  1. Avatar Murj;

    A nice piece capturing the moods and thoughts of everyone involved on that historical day.

  2. Avatar ElshaHawk (LoA)

    Thanks. Made a couple edits to take out some repetition and add in some description. I like it better now. It’s at 4 and a half pencils. :P

  3. Avatar Michael Wayne LeBlanc

    Simple, poignant, and precise. I loved it.

  4. Avatar ElshaHawk (LoA)

    As precise as guessing at history can be! :) Thanks, MWLB.

  5. Avatar JACK

    Well written. A sense of fulfilment
    surrounds the man and the story.

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