A Tale from a Terrorist

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: April 24, 2019

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A Tale from a Terrorist

 
 
Even diamonds had flaws. Angels could have their wings clawed. In this troubled world, I felt terribly lost. 
 
I did not know: where to turn, who to trust, what to believe. Only one thing I knew: this place was doomed, my destiny was gloomed. 
 
So much so that I needed to find a way out, to return to my angelic self! 
 
Someone, no beard, no turban, only suit and tie, perhaps, the Big Boss, of the US, of Mars, heard my calls, read my thoughts, offered me some downers, pointed at me with a sickle, to a paradise I never dream of.
 
He said I would have a bright tomorrow, as well as be a big hero, as long as I turn this turbulent world, one and all, into a deeper sub-zero. 
 
I felt euphoric, I felt life had a hope, I knew where to go. And, I decided everyone was a demon, worthy of no soul. 
 
My early life had dazedly ended, all was left was to carry out his order: Spread some fear, shed some blood, produce some corpses. 
 
Chaos prevail. Hip, hip. Hurray! 
 
Standing outside the theatre, I foresaw victims' mortality, my eternity; victims' panic, my joy; world's frenzy, my vengeance.
 
Raising my sub machine gun, unplugging my suicide bomb, my hands trembled, my finger slipped off. I stuffed one more downer. I recalled that sickle. Remember your new name, I forced telling myself. 
 
Once again, I felt brave, I felt proud. Closing my eyes, I plunged into my eternity. I sunk into my joy and indulged in my vengeance. 
 
Chaos arose. Hip, hip. Hurray!
 
At my humble grave, within it only grass and soil, and something they called my hoodies. Big Boss sent me his letter:
 
"Thank you for your loyal brevity and stupidity. We will not remember your name, 'cause you have no name. We will just call you Terrorist, as that is your new name. You have done a great job for me as Chief Merchant of Chaos, so I will not be the one to blame. Please rest in peace. And, most of all: May Gods forgive you.
 


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