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I thought I'd share a little piece of fiction I wrote oh-so-many-years-ago for a high school assignment. It's still kind of fun to read.....let me know what you think! It's not Shakespeare, but what is these days? :)
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The Cycle
Edenville was a typical American town. As a matter of fact, towns like it were spread all across the globe...
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The meat clever floated effortlessly through the air to its destination.
"No! Please, please, stop it!!" pleaded the officer. He moved backwards towards the wall, frantically waving his hands in front of him. "Nooooo......!!!!"
The cleaver plunged into his chest. The lifeless mass slumped to the floor as blood spurted wildly, staining the surrounding furniture.
Quint moved toward the body, laughing almost uncontrollably. He dipped his finger into the fresh blood and scrawled the words "devil’s domain" on the wall. He licked his finger clean and left.
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"The third mysterious murder of a police officer within the past two days continues to puzzle police. A police spokesman says detectives are working on the assumption that these recent murders are in some way related to the mysterious murders of seven policemen three months ago.
In international news, the Falkland Islands war...."
Clyde clicked off the television and turned to the small congregation of black-robed businessmen seated on benches.
"Brothers," he began, "we are beginning to win our war. The Lord Devil himself shall rule the world, as was meant to be."
"Amen," came the response.
"Let’s be seated."
The men moved to a large, circular glass table and sat at their respective seats. Clyde brought forth a large black book and opened it to a section of chants.
"Almighty Devil, hear us. You have given us prosperity; we have sacrificed for you. Help us."
The group began to chant. From the middle of the table, a bright red light began to form. From the depths of the light, a face appeared and then a body. The men bowed their heads in respect.
"You have done well, my disciples. But, you are not alone in this conquest."
With a sweeping motion of his hand, the sacrificial altar on the far wall disappeared. In its place a viewport appeared. On it, pictures and news reports from around the world appeared in a massive collage. The reports told of murdered officials from the local level up to and including the national level. The viewport disappeared as suddenly as it had appeared. The altar reappeared in its former place.
"Tomorrow, my disciples, the world shall be ruled by me. Tomorrow our work shall be over. The day of salvation is near!!"
The image disappeared.
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Mass-slaughter occurred on the day of salvation. The resistors were torched and killed. The world was in the Devil’s hands!
The Creator looked upon His world in dismay.
"The non-believers have won. I have tried; my Son has tried, but they refused to believe."
"Father, you must save them for they are one with us."
"You are right my Son."
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"Devil, you have had your last laugh."
"No! You shall never destroy me! The people believe in me and through their strength, I live!"
With that, the Creator raised his hands and brought forth a force unknown in power. The Devil took the force and then delivered his own force.
This continued for forty days and forty nights.
And in the end, there was nothing.
The devil grew weak and fled to another dimension.
The Creator looked about.
He raised His hands and created a world in six days and on the seventh day, He rested. And on this world He created the animals and the plants. And then He created man.
"Perhaps this species will listen," He commented as He looked about.
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