A quick short I made. It's one of my better works over the last few months, so I decided to share it.
I'm considering using this story as a backbone for another project.
Have at it!
THE GOAT,
THE KING
THE FREETHINKING MAN
FROM THE VIEW OF THE HERO
WHO WOULD HAVE OTHERWISE BEEN THE VILLAIN
All original, all the time.
-chris
I'm considering using this story as a backbone for another project.
Have at it!
THE GOAT,
THE KING
THE FREETHINKING MAN
FROM THE VIEW OF THE HERO
WHO WOULD HAVE OTHERWISE BEEN THE VILLAIN
Have you heard the one about the goat, the king, and the freethinking man?
It's a funny story really:
This story starts in a world not too different from ours - in fact, it would have to be different for only these reasons:
-The people all lived in the same class
-The entire world is under a single religion
-The concept of war is biblical
as close to a myth as tales go
And so you would be right to assume the people of this world lived in peace.
But you would be wrong to assume everyone was at peace with this world.
Because where religion goes, death follows aptly behind.
Now give me a moment to think here; a goat, a king, and a freethinking man...
Kings. Emperors. Czars. Presidents.
Popes.
They brought the world to nothing.
They promised with lies, falling out of there mouth like nothing.
They took what they wanted, left the world with nothing.
A government synonymous with the church.
The world lived under a single government that was, as far as the freethinking man was concerned, "following a law of stars and feathers." A law of practical enforcement, true. But not a law of the people. A law of some invisible rule. A law that the right people could twist to whatever they wanted.
Incapable of true leadership.
And so the man took action. People followed.
The man had a way with words. The only skill you need to take over the world.
And that leaves the goat.
Or to be more specific, the scapegoat.
Because every great power needs something to blame.
Or at least a convincing accusation.
The freethinking man was born a citizen. Born predestined.
To die.
But he had other intentions.
As he grew up he felt the suffocation of the church's grasp of the world.
The world around him living on the edge of poverty
From that he knew exactly how to become what he wanted to do.
He was going to destroy the church with his mouth.
How hard could it be?
The next part of the story is split into three parts: the speech, the strawberry patch, and the war.
The speech: the man took over the world with precisely 208 words. His mouth was, of course, full while he spoke - of words. He bit his tongue, spitting out only the words that gripped the people the most.
The simpler the better.
Short, and sweet.
208 words held up a goat with ease.
The strawberry patch: was the meeting place of the members of his activist group. It was where the majority of the district worked - even lived, in some cases. They gathered weapons, exchanged plans, and did so with the secrecy of mice.
Lastly, the war: the man tried to settle with the church. He invited an official to meet with him in secret. This was simply just a step in the plan though. He knew they wouldn't agree. He hid his teeth behind a door, and bit his tongue enough to make the deal slip past the ratification mark.
And so the war began. The church became angry; the people released the anger they had already stored on a high shelf for so long.
It raged on for 3 years.
First one district joined in.
Then another.
Then one more.
But of course it was too late for another to join.
The man was whispered his final words of utter power to the world.
And died in the smoke of a gun.
The war shed a tear that fell on the mans body.
And died in the smoke of a bomb.
The goat died, the king lived, and the man became immortal.
Immortalized in words.
It's a funny story really:
This story starts in a world not too different from ours - in fact, it would have to be different for only these reasons:
-The people all lived in the same class
-The entire world is under a single religion
-The concept of war is biblical
as close to a myth as tales go
And so you would be right to assume the people of this world lived in peace.
But you would be wrong to assume everyone was at peace with this world.
Because where religion goes, death follows aptly behind.
Now give me a moment to think here; a goat, a king, and a freethinking man...
Kings. Emperors. Czars. Presidents.
Popes.
They brought the world to nothing.
They promised with lies, falling out of there mouth like nothing.
They took what they wanted, left the world with nothing.
A government synonymous with the church.
The world lived under a single government that was, as far as the freethinking man was concerned, "following a law of stars and feathers." A law of practical enforcement, true. But not a law of the people. A law of some invisible rule. A law that the right people could twist to whatever they wanted.
Incapable of true leadership.
And so the man took action. People followed.
The man had a way with words. The only skill you need to take over the world.
And that leaves the goat.
Or to be more specific, the scapegoat.
Because every great power needs something to blame.
Or at least a convincing accusation.
The freethinking man was born a citizen. Born predestined.
To die.
But he had other intentions.
As he grew up he felt the suffocation of the church's grasp of the world.
The world around him living on the edge of poverty
From that he knew exactly how to become what he wanted to do.
He was going to destroy the church with his mouth.
How hard could it be?
The next part of the story is split into three parts: the speech, the strawberry patch, and the war.
The speech: the man took over the world with precisely 208 words. His mouth was, of course, full while he spoke - of words. He bit his tongue, spitting out only the words that gripped the people the most.
The simpler the better.
Short, and sweet.
208 words held up a goat with ease.
The strawberry patch: was the meeting place of the members of his activist group. It was where the majority of the district worked - even lived, in some cases. They gathered weapons, exchanged plans, and did so with the secrecy of mice.
Lastly, the war: the man tried to settle with the church. He invited an official to meet with him in secret. This was simply just a step in the plan though. He knew they wouldn't agree. He hid his teeth behind a door, and bit his tongue enough to make the deal slip past the ratification mark.
And so the war began. The church became angry; the people released the anger they had already stored on a high shelf for so long.
It raged on for 3 years.
First one district joined in.
Then another.
Then one more.
But of course it was too late for another to join.
The man was whispered his final words of utter power to the world.
And died in the smoke of a gun.
The war shed a tear that fell on the mans body.
And died in the smoke of a bomb.
The goat died, the king lived, and the man became immortal.
Immortalized in words.
All original, all the time.
-chris
