I am the worst at discipline. Writing shouldn’t feel like a chore, should it? I don’t even want to admit how long it took me to write the following blurb. It’s not even good. But it’s an exercise in developing discipline and exploring style. Read it if you like, but this is more for posterity purposes than anything.
~~~
What I am saying now is a lie.
***
Will Armand shot and killed a fourteen-year-old girl one night when he had too much to drink. If he did it before, he’ll do it again. History, after all, is subjective. Those with superior powers of diction and persuasion are the ones who get to alter the course of history, whether it has actually passed into history or not. A flimsy line of evidence is enough for conviction.
History… has proven this.
You might think to yourself that this is not fair, but it is. It is the way the world was ordered from the beginning.
Will Armand was destined to take the fall for your mistake. Just like you are destined to take advantage of his destiny. Neither of you can help the predicament you are now in. You must fully realize—and this is important—that nothing you’ve done or could have done would have changed anything.
You’re sitting in that faux leather chair across from me right now with a look of confusion, but I should let you know that you are not the first person to sit in that chair and give me that look. I’ve worked wonders for those people and I will do the same for you. Now you are about to nod to indicate that you understand me.
You didn’t nod.
You should believe me.
Well… You’ll see soon enough.
***
I am not an evil man. I am not an evil man. I am not an evil man.
He can’t do this to me. I never wanted to destroy anyone or anything. This has all been one stupid mistake after another.
He sounds confident in himself. And if he’s right, all my problems will go away. They will.
I’ll have to live with this huge lie afterwards, but I can do that. Time heals all wounds, right? Or forgives all sins, or something like that. It will just take time.
This seat isn’t that comfortable to begin with. Maybe the others who sat here before me were just uncomfortable, not confused. Their destinies ended up okay, supposedly. It’s not as if he’s given me a portfolio of his work. I’m just supposed to take him at his word. That’s probably what they did too. Probably.
Well, I didn’t dig myself into this mess, but I guess it’s time to dig myself out.
***
What I am saying now is the truth.
The Original Oxford Comma 