Cowardice

Where do I start? At the beginning obviously, but when exactly did all of this begin? What was it that triggered the chain of events that was to follow? Was it an action? Was it a thought? Who can tell? 1

What’s done is done, and cannot be changed. It can be forgiven, and perhaps with time, forgotten, but my actions remain in history all the same. How many times have I looked back and wished I had done things differently? I know now that I couldn’t have. I worked with what I had, when I had it. Lies, deceit, manipulation… All of them played a part. It was a time of very little trust and a great deal of fear. But I still wonder. Was I right in my actions? Was it even my place? I still don’t know.2

Years later, I came across a quote that set the wheels in my head to turning. “To know what is right, and not do it, is the greatest form of cowardice.” These are the only words I know to justify my actions

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The begining for something much longer and way involved. Short, but that's all you need to catch people's attention sometimes.

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  • Surreal Rhapsody
    January 8, 2008

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    Great begining. Ur right, sometimes the best way to have shorter 1st chapters. It was really thoughtful and intersting to read. Great begining, once agian, and good luck on the contest.^.^


  • perfect paradox
    January 6, 2008

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    Very mind boggling. I had to read it twice to get sort of a clue. The first paragraph was great! The rest just got me confused.

    Grammar = correct. Spelling = correct. Interesting piece. You might want to clarify the second paragraph. Good luck in the contest.


    • Scriber
      January 7, 2008
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      Thanks for the comment. I'll see if I can't rework the second paragraph to help it make sense. I think it's one of those things were you get so close to it, that it makes perfect sense to you but is clear as mud to everyone else.