Preface

Nov 30, 2008 02:13

Some writers prefer typewriters. Some prefer writing on paper. Some prefer to write in their minds and keep their treasures to themselves. Life is a strange thing and sometimes I wonder who is the narrator of the story that is my life. Do I control all things? Does some unknown presence look over us and judge and guide? No one knows until death, but possibly one day someone will have the ability to tell such a story. This is why I choose to create my own story. I walk through my life with constant questions about why things happen and the absence of logic behind all things tragic. Put the turkey in hours late and the whole family would be in chaos throughout the day demanding their holiday dinner. I choose to create my own chaos. This is my world.

What makes some people loyal to family. Others give up on their family and start their own legacy. When is the appropriate time to decide that you will not let others sway your decisions? Break away from the pack?

Defy logic. Defy standards. Defy defiance.

Be the narrator to your own story.

Begin with these simple words:

"His name was Gabriel . And he wrecked havoc upon this Earth. This is his life. Typed upon this typewriter. Stripped naked of its glamour and happiness for that was vacant in his life. He was by far the most insufferable and most desirable man of his day. And to some he had an exceptional life. And to some he had an absent life where he sat and had no thoughts. An empty brain. An empty soul. Malicious and cruel. Red and bloody. It all began many years before him. It was not his fault that he failed so many people. There had not been a successful person in his family since the French Revolution. It was his family's legacy to a barren and downtrodden world. It was his family's legacy to carry on the sense of failure. Someone had to make the sacrifice. His name was Gabriel. And he was covered in blood from head to toe."
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