The Opus (288 hits)
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Submitted by TheLegendaryMrLegend (View user info) at 2008-01-07 02:10:27 EST
I've been in a creative slump lately. I just jotted this down without any planning or idea what I was aiming at. Just something to do. Whatever.
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Albert sat back and looked at what he'd just written on his computer. It wasn't decent by any means. It wasn't something he'd want any of his family to know he had anything to do with. It was more likely to land him a prison than anything else. He felt a rush of tension rising up from his chest and knew by the hot feeling that his ears had turned bright red.
What he had written could only lead to ruin. Yet despite all this, he felt pleased with the work he had done. Proud. Righteous even. This was the kind of writing that had made men famous. This was the kind of writing that moved nations, toppled kings, changed history. The nervous tension was starting to be replaced by a thrill of excitement. The pros outweighed the cons.
He lit a cigarette and tilted his head back to look at the ceiling. He felt that a work like this deserved a proverb attached to it. He smoked in silence, letting his mind wander, waiting for the right words to come to him. Finally he sat forward, crushed out the butt of his cigarette and typed a new line.
"In sane times, only the insane can find the right paths."
Albert sat back again and re-read this line. Was it profound? Was it profound enough to be worthy of his work, his opus? Perhaps.
He hit ctrl+p and printed out his masterpiece. He was pleased to see he had written over 90 pages in his inspiration. He lit another cigarette and started reading. It was perfect. Spelling, phrasing, sentence structure, inflection, there was even a couple of paragraphs he had unwittingly written in iambic pentameter.
It was ready. HE was ready. With a giddy grin he looked over into the corner by the door. There it stood, the counterpart to his opus. In a few more minutes he would get up from his computer chair, carefully and lovingly seal his opus into a large envelope and prepare for his meeting with destiny.
He looked up at the clock, 3:30 in the morning. It was almost time to get started. In a sane world, the insane had to get the ball rolling. Should he add that too? Nah! There was no point trying to improve perfection, but it occurred to him that the saying might look good on his head stone:
"Here lies Albert
In Sane Times, The Insane Have To Get The Ball Rolling"
Not bad. He opened up another word document and quickly typed up a request to have the proverb engraved on his headstone. He glanced at the clock again. 3:45. It was time. He picked up the envelope and tucked it under his arm, with his other hand he picked up the rifle with the high powered night vision scope and awkwardly opened the door, not bothering to close it behind him.
There was great work yet to be done. History was to be made. His name would be remembered. He dropped the envelope in the mailbox on the street corner in front of his apartment building. Albert lifted his eyes to the clock tower across the street. The police would read his opus when the mail got delivered in the morning, but not before he showed the people the meaning of what he wrote. There was more to his opus than words on a page. For one thing there was blood...
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Submitted by kuroneko_sama (user info) at 2008-01-09 21:02:56 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
just for finding a way to casually use "iambic pentameter"
Submitted by TheUniter (user info) at 2008-01-07 18:56:31 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
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Submitted by TheUniter (user info) at 2008-01-07 18:56:06 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by EkO (user info) at 2008-01-07 09:21:33 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
No Comment
Submitted by sicosemen (user info) at 2008-01-07 07:26:49 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
Kill yourself, LARPing loser.
Submitted by orphelia (user info) at 2008-01-07 06:33:55 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Ok.
Submitted by HurtByTheSun (user info) at 2008-01-07 04:38:14 EST (#)
Ranking: -1
Poor.
Submitted by Bohme (user info) at 2008-01-07 03:48:26 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Less than exciting; lacks feeling.
And kill yourself, of course.
Submitted by frankthebear (user info) at 2008-01-07 03:33:54 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
no comments at all? not even suggestions that I kill myself or anything? wierd...