The Armenian Genocide: A Short Story

Roger was awoken early in the morning by a foreboding knock on his door. Slowly he rose from his bed, annoyed that anyone would come so early in the morning. He strolled over to the door as he would any other day and opened it, not expecting much. What faced him on the other side of his doorframe was an Ottoman police officer. Instant surprise came his way and possible reasons for this situation flooded his mind. The officer gave no explanation and took him away so quickly that he had no time to eat breakfast. Slowly, he was led along the street until they got to an old building with chipped paint. Once he entered the police station he spotted several people that were likely to be Armenians, scattered across the rooms and truly became suspicious

It was then that he began to dedicate his mental energy to finding a reason for his imprisonment. The most he could come up with was that they were targeted simply for being Armenians. Roger had far too much faith in humanity to realize that his arrest was part of a plan to weaken the Armenian population by removing all noteworthy Armenian leaders. The closest he ever got to this conclusion was that his arrest was because of a protest for Armenian rights that he organized. After an amount of time passed that was endless in his mind, during which some prisoners were released while new ones were added. At last his cell was approached by a soldier. It was then that his fear of being executed was greatly enhanced as several scenarios, ending with his death ran through his mind. Fortunately, this was not the case and he was simply led outside into the dim night. Along with several other Armenian prisoners, he was led along a long, rough path out of town. Across the entire journey he had been very restless and convinced that he was to be

Rodger already had a head start of several meters. The soldier frantically looked back and forth between the escapee and his firearm. The rushed conclusion he decided upon was that if he attempted to retrieve his firearm the prisoner would be long gone so he headed off on foot. The prisoner had a head start of 100 meters and was going at a lousy 6 meters per second, but was accelerating at .5 meters per second per second. The soldier was sprinting at 9 meters per second, but moved at a constant speed. Roger had incredible endurance and would only have to surpass the soldier in speed to secure his escape. If he was caught, he would be doomed to certain death while if he escaped he would be able to attempt to make it to another country. It seems like the end to this trivial story depends on the outcome of a physics problem. Keeping his eyes shut, Roger leaps across the ground and doesn’t notice that he had surpassed the soldiers speed until he was long gone. Sprinting across the harsh terrain, he doesn’t know where he’ll go, but will at least attempt to make it out of the country. His heart was filed with hope as he dashed freely and his mind was filled with endless possibilities for a good