Hey guys, So I have been thinking a lot about the harsh life of slaves. I mean, I feel pretty bad for them to be honest. So I decided to make a short story/narrative about myself being a slave. This story will pretty much show how harsh slavery was but I may not know that much about it. Also, for those who are young, I recommend that you don't read this please. It is NOT inappropriate but I don't think someone who is young would like to read something like this though. Also, I'm obviously NOT being racist. This is just a made up narrative and a story of myself as a slave. (This is not a true story, it's made up by me) Anyways, here it is:

Chapter 1: First Things I Remembered

I was born in the United States at New Jersey; however, I wasn't allowed to stay there for long. The first thing I remembered when my harsh life as a slave started was that a huge group of white men approached me. Then, I had blood all over my chest, my head, my clothes; almost every part of my body had lots of blood everywhere. Normally, I would have a temporary relief from the anguish I suffered every time I fainted or when my whole body gets numb from all of the pain I had to endure. I had nothing to imbibe but my own blood and the blood of my fellow slaves who were also lacerated from their atrocious slave master. The only type of reward that was ever bestowed upon me
as a slave was half of a grain of rice that I would be allowed to eat once a week. Others said that I would be considered extremely lucky if I had one of the kindest slave owners who would let me eat a whole grain of rice twice a week instead of once. The only type of habiliments
that were given out once every 2 years to me and my fellow slaves was one very long shirt that was already defiled from the blood of other slaves. The only thing that my ear would usually hear is the movement of my fetters, the whipping of my fellow slaves, and the splash of blood and cries with cudgels landing on my fellow slaves from their obdurate slave master to make them quiet down.

Chapter 2: How it All Started

Before I got enslaved, I was roaming around the streets in my town, finding nothing but white men. I was looking for my family who seemed nowhere to be found. I found no colored people in my town either, they were all white men. Some of them gave me a look of torture which seemed to be happiness among the whites and some of them whispered among themselves saying that they missed a slave. The next
thing I noticed afterwards was a big group of white men surrounding me and approaching me from all directions. I then felt lots of pain and blood everywhere and then nothing. I then woke up, finding myself chained on to a wall with more colored people, and I was in a ship in the middle of the sea. The colored man next to me told me that I was one of the luckiest slaves alive. I got shocked when I heard the word “slave” because I now know that I got captured as one. I asked him why I was lucky; he said “You were unconscious and numb after that beating, so you didn't experience any more pain for a few moments.” The next thing I notice was a white man walking and laughing. He was egotistical and he won’t stop praising himself. I then heard that he was my slave master.

Chapter 3: The Ship

As night time came by while the ship was still going, I felt like I was struck from an ague as it got colder. I also said to myself in a somewhat audible voice that I was thirsty. My abhorrent slave master heard me and when he was approaching, I was drenched in fear but yet excited to be able to have a chance to fall unconscious once more from this pain. He then stated this debasing statement to me, “Ahh, my insignificant part of my chattel is thirsty; no need to worry, a slave like you would have lots of blood left to imbibe.” He then walked away surprisingly without even whipping me as if he knew that I wanted to go unconscious. I almost wanted to ascertain on what my fate was going to end up like because I wanted to know on whether I was going to die before my callous life as a slave was going to begin. When the weather began to turn harsh while we were sailing, all of the white men on board went indoors under the ship to relax meanwhile me and the chained slaves were left outside on top of the ship suffering from the weather. The white men left the cold air to whip us and we heard their loud laughter at how the slaves were going through such harsh conditions. The worst part was that the cold air was not enough to make me fall unconscious from pain; however, I was still full of gratification at how my body became numb from the cold.  

Chapter 4: The Arrival

Around morning time, I noticed that we were approaching to land. After the ship has been stopped, white men began to come to free the slaves from the chains connected to the wall; however, the slaves were now chained to each other. I got lead to a gigantic farm with my fellow slaves. Now, the slave master started laughing and he said that this whole farm was his land and now we have to work on the farm as plantation slaves. The slave master hired a new overseer who is a white man and a friend of him to watch over his slaves. He said to the overseer to be sure to whip and enjoy his slaves as much as he desires. The overseer pretended to laugh with him and the overseer seemed a little unsure on why he was laughing. The slave master then rented a 4 wheeled carriage dragged by horses and he rode on it, he left, and as the carriage continued to go farther away from his farm, he continued to laugh loudly until his laugh became inaudible. The overseer looked at the direction the slave master left to and he gave an unsure look on why he was laughing. The overseer seemed to have given the slaves a good sign of being somewhat kind since he does not seem to enjoy torturing the slaves.

Chapter 5: The Inexperienced Overseer

The overseer demanded the slaves to start working on the plantations and he took out a rifle. The slaves were afraid so they started working. He threw lots of tools for them to use. The lucky slaves would get a working tool and majority of the slaves got a broken tool or even nothing. The overseer then starts going around the plantation asking some of the slaves for their age. All of the slaves did not know how to answer. I then noticed that I don’t even know or remember my age either. The overseer thought that the slaves were too dumb to even know their own age. Surprisingly, not a single slave has been whipped by the overseer. During night time, the overseer came with grains of rice and started throwing them everywhere on all of the slaves. Almost everyone was able to eat some rice. I was very happy to have been able to eat something. I somewhat began to enjoy my time as a slave but that only lasted for a day.  At night, the slaves had to sleep outside on the farm; however, it was a warm night.

Chapter 6: The End of Happiness

It was the end of night time and morning time came; that is when things changed. The slave master came back on his carriage and he was still laughing. Then, the overseer noticed that he had a huge gallon of wine that was half-full on his hand. The overseer now knew how he dissipated himself to going insane then the overseer frowned at the slave master and spat on the ground in disgust without the slave master noticing him. The first thing the slave master asked the overseer was how much slaves were whipped and how many times did he whip them. The overseer said that none was whipped. The slave master then went crazy and he threw the gallon of wine on the floor and started stomping on it. Then he fired the overseer but the overseer didn't seem to care and he walked away. The overseer seemed happy to have finally left the depravity of the slave master meanwhile the slaves were stuck with him. The slave master has gone insane and started selling majority of the slaves and started trading some of them for gallons of wine. I was one of the slaves who got traded in the slave market for wine. Then I got shoved by several white men and they let me walk with a group of different slaves into another large plantation. It was a lot bigger and richer than the last one, but, that is when the end of my happiness with the overseer came and a new period of a harsh life as a slave started.

Chapter 7: The New Plantation & The New Harsh Life

As me and my group of slaves were being led by the white men with rifles to the new slave master, we were walking through the plantation. As we arrived closer to where the slave master was, the plants in the plantation were getting shorter and dying. I felt as if the dead plants were telling me to turn around and run before I end up like them. The plantation was now nothing but offal of dead roots and parts of plants.
The voices of the plants were now getting higher pitched telling me to turn back and run and now the voices were all gone as my new slave master was in sight. As voices of the plants were fading away, I felt like they were going against me and were execrating upon me and my fellow slaves saying, “You should have ran away slaves.” When the slaves have finally arrived to their master, he gave a somewhat disappointed look and yet an evil smile. When I looked into his eyes, I can see a weak black man in his eyes lying on the floor with blood everywhere. The new slave master started by introducing himself, he said that his name is Tom and he took out a whip, he whipped the ground demanding the slaves to fear him. He then told us to start working on his plantation. Later on as time went by, there was a little boy on the ground who was a slave. He can barely move. Tom then arrived to him and whipped him to get up. He still couldn’t move. Tom then kicked him with his huge boot and blood came out of his mouth then he stopped breathing and he was dead. A huge group of his slaves were watching, he then demanded the slaves to kneel before him and he took out his rifle. Tom was asked by other white man and why he did something like this, he said that it was his way to gaining homage among the slaves and he only did it just so the slaves never think of disobeying him. I was now done with my life, I couldn't take it anymore.

Chapter 8: Planning an Escape

It has been about 3 weeks and I only was able to eat a small grain of rice that was already stained from blood. As I was working on the plantation, I noticed a slave who was very familiar. He was the same slave I have first met when I first got on the ship to my previous slave master. I recognized him and he recognized me. He said that I was the only thing he ever recognized since he forgot everything else about his life. I asked him what his name was, his name was Kim. I told him my name and it was Mohammed. I told him things about having a plan to escape. Later on, he liked the idea and he went to tell others. Some of them said, “That’s not a bad idea, if we get hanged, we’ll at least have a rest from our lives!” Others said, “That’s a very good idea, if we die, we’ll have a rest from this ineffable life and if we escape, our lives can get better.” The slaves then began to spread the message while working on the plantation. Meanwhile, the slave master Tom was yelling at another slave who was not working and the slave continued to disobey him. We then heard and gunshot, we all turned around and saw a black slave on the floor. Right before the slave stopped breathing, his lifeless eyes gave us an intimation of escaping. It’s as if he talked to the slaves’ hearts telling them to escape. Afterwards, all the slaves agreed to escape from this horrible life.

Chapter 9: The Escape

When it was night time, it was now time to start the plan to escape. When me and Kim went to check if the slave master was fully asleep, we gave a signal to the slaves to start the plan. The first thing that we did was that me and Kim got our hands on Tom’s rifle and at the moment Tom woke up, I furiously shot him in the head like a viciously enraged snake at the same way he killed the other slave. Afterwards, I impertinently spat on Tom since he was a horrible slave master who deserved to be humiliated. Then the group of slaves came and entered the slave master’s house. We found some white paint so then we planned to paint all of ourselves white and to steal all of the slave master’s money. Afterwards, we arrived to a ship acting like we were white men and we sailed back to the United States. I noticed that I never even knew where I was located to even being with but a few of the other slaves seemed to already know. When we arrived back at the United States, the slaves said we are now in an area where there is no slavery. We now washed off all the paint and we spread all of the slave master’s wealth equally to all of the slaves. All the slaves were now fairly rich. I was very happy that our plan worked.

Chapter 10: A New Happy Life & The End of Slavery

Later on, even more group different groups of color men arrived and they were happy. It seemed like they got freed from their slave masters. I then found some of my family members. Some of them were beaten up and some were fine. I bought a new house with my family. We then lived a new happy life. The wealth I got from the slave master was enough to give me and my family a happy life. I noticed that I had some equipage from the ship to sell. The area I now lived in was full of a mix of colored and white people. I then found Kim arriving with a new group of slaves. I thought he was with my group so I asked him what happened. He told me that he spread the news to all groups of slaves about the plan and they all have done the plan to the point that slavery got abolished and the white men freed all of the slaves from fear of more death of more white men. I couldn't believe what he said; however, the way a lot of colored men were now free showed more than enough manifestation for an unbelievable plan. Now, there were no more slaves and all people of all colors were now free and happy. I can no longer describe my happiness.

That is about it. I'm not much of a great writer to be honest here but I tried my best. Just to say this again, I'm not being racist, this is just a mix of a made up story and narrative of me as a slave. Thank you for reading and have a nice day on vizzed everyone!

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Very interesting story you got there. And very sad at the same time. The harsh life of slaves are just horrible. The master really just kick them in the face until they die? Seriously? D:

Life in the 18 hundreds was massively torture. Just plain out torture from the beginning of your life to the end of your life. It's very sad.

Nice story you got there, I recommend you make more of these long stories which are interesting to me.

   This had been an extremely intriguing story. You should create a greater amount of stories as similar to this. Also, I must agree with the opinion of Black Bot. The life of slaves was and still is terrible. They are forced to commit work for absolutely know pay! Especially the way they were treated? God, that is just complete terribleness! Anyways, again, you should create more stories similar to this one. Maybe make a story about a soldier who is mentally damaged from fighting in the Revolutionary War or something. It sounds like a great idea to me. Actually, you should create a series of these stories. They should all be stories about different, but one specific person, explaining an event in their lifetime. How does that sound?

I decided to take the time to read your story and I really like it. Slavery life is just terrible back then and it still is. Great job on your story

mohammedroxx3 : I must say. That was a very good story. It makes you realize how horrible slavery actually was. One couldn't possibly imagine the fear and the terror slaves in the 19th century were experiencing. The story could easily have been a work of realistic fiction. With all the whips and blood, that stuff actually happened! Most of the slaves were treated unkindly, neglected, abused, and even killed with the example of the young boy. Also, you said this was for 12 year olds and above, there were children, 7 or 8 years old, going through this! They were kids!
And they were being neglected and beat up! By the way, when you said you weren't being racist, you definitely were not! You were only describing the horrors a slave experienced quite possibly on a regular basis. But anyway, this was a good story. I have sounded too much like an English teacher for today, so yeah. You are a spectacular writer.

The first part of the title is my life.