Fascinder drove a knife into a wooden table. It showed scratches and dents and markings. He gulped Common Man’s vodka like it was…vodka (water in Russian).
He pulled the knife out with his free hand and continued to drink. He then walked over to the computer. He looked at the screen. Its glow enticed him and then enraged him. The knife found its way into the wall. He sliced through the wall with the intention of doing the most damage.
Without hesitation, Common Man and Socialista stepped to him.
“What the hell, man?”
“No property rights, right?!” Fascbinder quipped and took another swig.
“None for the bourgeoise. The proletariat….”
“The proletariat will whine and cry all they want. They’ll never have the power to best the upper classes. That’s why I say knock them all down and whoever is standing, send them to a labor camp. We must enforce these laws, unless you’re getting soft.”
“What is wrong with you?” Socialista asked in a guttural tone.
“All we have to do is create a way to combine all our doctrines! I don’t know…I think mine is the only way.”
“We’re all collectivists for a reason. We have to show those who don’t know or believe in our causes.”
“Yeah, but mine is the best. Who says which is the worst leader of all time? Sure your causes were alleged to have the most deaths, but mine had style and a swift hand of justice.”
“You’re twisted, man.”
“I’m alive! I’m alive with ideas.” Another swig. He showed him his manifesto.
“This is the truth anyhow. All I have to do is publish this and I’ll have the world by the shortest ones.”
Socialista approached Fascinder.
“Sure you have history to say that. We haven’t combined all of our ideals together.”
About the Creator
Skyler Saunders
I will be publishing a story every Tuesday. Make sure you read the exclusive content each week to further understand the stories.
In order to read these exclusive stories, become a paid subscriber of mine today! Thanks….
S.S.
Keep reading
More stories from Skyler Saunders and writers in Chapters and other communities.
Smartystan
Chanda kissed the nape of Go’s neck. Her cinnamon skin contrasted with his manila colored frame. They both lay naked, him with his hands folded under his head, eyes closed. She kept kissing him. He finally rolled over and kissed her breast. He sighed.
By Skyler SaundersExclusive • 13 days ago
Fair Exchange, No Robberies
Dark Memoirs - Index There are at least two kinds of people in the world: those who write this half-arsed kind of intro to a story that looks to separate the rare and the norm, and those who realise it's an overused framing device and don't.
By Paul Stewart7 days ago in Chapters
How Can You Have A Highly Sought Out Life for Yourself and Your Hobbies
When we think of our lives and what they have in them, what happens? Do we think that they are highly sought out for ourselves when we start living by doing the hobbies that we enjoy? Most of the time, yes. Our lives are highly sought out because we figure out what we want to do with it, and go after it. Once we get to where we want to be in life how do we look at it? What is it that we do? We look at it as the things we do in life are the things that make our lives what they are. It is all about how we work and put our downtime together at least that is how I like to look at it. Sure we might work ten ten to 12 hours a day but what about when we aren’t working on weekends, we don’t just do yard work and laundry we do other things to keep us busy too. These things are called hobbies, and we put them into our lives so that we live the best lives that we can. This is how highly sought out lives can be given to each and every one of us.
By Louise Barraco2 days ago in Chapters
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.