I present to you my first installment of something I hope to be great. Please enjoy.
I write this by the candlelight in the stillness of the night. The darkness is overwhelming. I don’t know what to do, I don’t know who to tell, and I can’t push away the demons that have haunted me these many years. This candle, even though it emits light, its warmth I cannot feel.
I have no regrets. I have no desire to change the past from anything I have done. Not only do I choose not to, I cannot change the things I have done. They are done and if it is forgiveness I need to seek, the only person I can ask forgiveness of is God, if he will even listen to me. I am certain he has left me in the void, in the deep recesses of my mind that plague me even now. There is no escape from the things I have done, only embrace, only acceptance.
There was a time in life where I had many friends. When I was younger, popularity followed me wherever I was. Anything I tried, I excelled at. Even though friends came and went, they at least came. That has ceased now and I haven’t seen a friendly face in years. Any friends I did have, are now long gone; either taken by the conditions of life or by the realization of the malevolent desires and iniquity that was always present around me. This candle is my only friend now.
I have seen the world! OH how I have seen this world! There are parts of this earth that people can’t even imagine that I have witnessed with my own eyes. Spectacular images that bring even the toughest brigand to his knees. Things that make a person take a step back and realize there has to be a god, which these things are not a victim of circumstance, evolution, or some theory. The beauty I have beheld can only be that of the Almighty, the same Almighty that I soon go to see.
This beauty continues to fade farther and farther away from me and I can no longer enjoy the creations of God. My mind only harbors the scourge of faces I have seen taken from this life. They are the faces of sympathetic disappointment and lament. If they had voices, I am sure the howling would drive me to the brinks of insanity. I know this because these are the faces of the people I have killed. It was I who robbed them of the joys of life and in their eyes, no revenge burns against me. Instead it is pity that burns, and it wrenches my soul.
My name is Dante Boromi.
I am an assassin.
Excelled is with two el's. Change the Typeface and color pronto.
ReplyDeleteah crap i fixed that in the word document. forgot to save it in the text. thanks
ReplyDeleteI'm not sure if you meant to do this, but the name Dante makes me think of the Divine Comedy. But you may have meant to do that because the Divine Comedy is a poem about the journey through hell. But I am intrigued and would like to know more of where you're going with it. Why is he writing by candle light; seems like his death is near, so what is he dying from; who has he assassinated and why....
ReplyDeleteI did notice a few typos and punctuation errors but I'm assuming you're not looking for editing info in as much as feed back from the content and style of writing. I like how you write as if you're listening to someone reading it to you. It flows as if someone is talking. If that makes sense. Anyway, it's late and I'm tired, but I would like to read more. Good job.
Much better. Is this going to be some kind of series?
ReplyDelete@Anonymous: I am hoping to turn it into something really short and quick like maybe a 10-part series. Just to see how it fares and then maybe turn it into a book.
ReplyDelete@Briana: Is this the briana that was my manager? And Dante just sounded good. I looked for hours for names that would relate to an assassin and this felt good to me, so i guess coincidence. And i am always looking for error corrections.
Yes, it's me. I'll look through it later, getting ready for work. I actually was thinking about it more later and I really like the Divine Comedy and I think the name will work really well. If you haven't read it, I suggest you do and you'll see what I mean.
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