Young Writers Society

Is there a house, is there a god, an orange board, but the children of the house and I are afraid of pores because the pregnant book wife has acne, but the children are deterred and have acne, see you again, I think Rama rash, red god, is there anything I have on the shelf, pari mala puri pani pani puri, son of fart wallet, oran oren, old man, papa amah, what house am I. I'm fried, thinking about what style, fig, fig, fig, my father's rich water, my mother's noodle shop

In a new world, humanity has been split up into two classes: pathfinders and hillclimbers. The pathfinders, after being assessed through years of schooling, are the intelligent portion of the population. Hillclimbers, meanwhile, are assessed to be the least intelligent. However, hillclimbers are raised to positions of power and prestige and are worshipped by society and believed to make important decisions, with the idea implanted that they are the true leaders and pioneers of society. They believe the pathfinders are less intelligent than them and doing less important work. But behind the scenes, the pathfinders, the real intelligent people, are making real decisions unbeknownst by the hillclimbers, who have no real impact on society but as tool for the pathfinders to ridicule and see as someone lower than them. Thus we create a society of uplifting each individual to feel happy, to be in a position of importance. Isn’t that what humanity’s always wanted? To have a purpose and use it to better lives, and do such in an individual way that we believe is better than others?

This brilliant idea by an even more brilliant and awesome writer examines how humans put others in positions of lower status and humiliation in order to bring ourselves up and feel better about ourselves.