Paradise

[diaperedteenager]

Okay, this is a non TB/DL story. It is a story of revolution, imperialism, and loss. I am taking a shot of writing a full scale novel.



Paradise

Prologue


Blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!

“Damn buses, I wish those drivers would be required to take a driving test before getting hire” Franz said under his breath.

“Some things never change I guess, corporations are in control of our society, but that is good I guess other wise I would have tons more to pay in taxes for my taxi repair company”.

Franz walked the colorful boulevard down Roosevelt Boulevard. The street was tightly packed with colorful buildings dating back to Spanish Colonial times. The Republic of Argonia, usualy unkindly refered too as a "Banana Republic" is littered with colonial buildings all over the nation. But Roosevelt Boulevard in Argonia’s capital of San Sabolo looks like and artists paint pallet, every building is tightly packed together and is all shades of pastel.

Franz finally came to his condominium and entered through the main enterance. His Condo was much more modern than many of the buildings in San Sabolo, it had been built in 2001, rather than 1801 like the majority of the buildings. Once at this door Apt. 12 he turned the key and unlocked the door. Franz dropped his backpack on the chair next to the door and looked at his mail that he had brought in yesterday.

“Damn the electric bill”! Shouted Franz to himself.

“Hey it is much cheaper than last month, but it is due on the 21st”.

Franz whipped out his iPhone and went into his mobileme account and went to the May calendar.

“May 21st 2009, send out electric bill” noted Franz.

He walked over to his Mahogany Desk and began to work on his company’s finances. While browsing through his upper right hand drawer for a new pen he came across three old photographs.

“Ah my great-grandfather” he thought to himself

“These are pretty old, I remember story’s of Brenardo’s adventures”.

“His world has always been viewed as a world in black and white. It was the only way for foreigners to see what life was like in colonial Argonia. But that was not the reality…the reality happened in color. The slaughter, the innovation, the political upheaval, Victory…Defeat. The fields were lush, the waters calm. His story is one of the many untold stories of the colonial world in the late nineteenth century.”

[junyour]

This story isn't long enough for me to form an opinion. It might show promise if it were longer.

Try again, a little longer on future chapters.

[diaperedteenager]

oh, will do, this was just the introduction