Valentine's Day 1-1 Second Draft
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On a cold day in November, the world suddenly went wrong. It wasn't just because of the constant nuking. It wasn't because of flying saucers. Finally, it wasn't because of all the ugly people. It was because of Monsieur Valentine.
He was walking down the streets with his tongue in his cheek, regarding the world with distaste. He was a good man that did bad things. He believed in a peaceful world, and he believed the only way to attain that world would be through violence.
Oh what a crazy man he was. He loved everyone. He believed in change. He just thought that to change some people, you might have to kill them. It wasn't such a bad idea in the long run. He just didn't realize how much of hypocrite he was.
'Hypocrite' he thought to himself. 'When I fix the world, there will be no hypocrites!'
And so there it was. He believed himself to be righteous, and in his own sense he was. Just like the man walking to the left of him believed that he was righteous in beating his son into 'justice'. The way the woman on his right believed she was righteous in starving herself for passion.
That was the way things worked as far as Monsieur Valentine was concerned. With this single thought he was a dangerous man to the world. Not in the violent manner, but in the matter conservatives dislike. He would change the world. Was he a holy man? Nobody knew at the time, but they would come to see him in full light as an angel, for it was he who knew the workings of the world.
As he passed bystanders, he looked up at the sky. In the distance: a shimmer. He shivered. It was one of mankind's great accomplishments. The skyscraper. It was one of the common organizations of a society in which many troubled situations came from. This was his first goal...
On a cold day in November, the world suddenly went wrong. It wasn't just because of the constant nuking. It wasn't because of flying saucers. Finally, it wasn't because of all the ugly people. It was because of Monsieur Valentine.
He was walking down the streets with his tongue in his cheek, regarding the world with distaste. He was a good man that did bad things. He believed in a peaceful world, and he believed the only way to attain that world would be through violence.
Oh what a crazy man he was. He loved everyone. He believed in change. He just thought that to change some people, you might have to kill them. It wasn't such a bad idea in the long run. He just didn't realize how much of hypocrite he was.
'Hypocrite' he thought to himself. 'When I fix the world, there will be no hypocrites!'
And so there it was. He believed himself to be righteous, and in his own sense he was. Just like the man walking to the left of him believed that he was righteous in beating his son into 'justice'. The way the woman on his right believed she was righteous in starving herself for passion.
That was the way things worked as far as Monsieur Valentine was concerned. With this single thought he was a dangerous man to the world. Not in the violent manner, but in the matter conservatives dislike. He would change the world. Was he a holy man? Nobody knew at the time, but they would come to see him in full light as an angel, for it was he who knew the workings of the world.
As he passed bystanders, he looked up at the sky. In the distance: a shimmer. He shivered. It was one of mankind's great accomplishments. The skyscraper. It was one of the common organizations of a society in which many troubled situations came from. This was his first goal...
posted by Oliver | 6:32 PM
2 Comments:
Hey,
this is willow,exploring the im world and i came a cross this story.... Keep it up:)
I like your style of writing. It's not super long with a lot of background info, but just enough to get the picture. Keep writin!
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