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Submitted on 07/22/2020

Categories: Mystery

Get it done, get it done.


I woke up from my sleep. I rubbed my half-opened eyes and gazed out of my window. The same muffled cries of justices and glories and ambitions and riches knock my window. Ugh, they never know when to stop.



Get it done, get it done.


My master called me once again. His voices always break out from nowhere and echoes in my ear. He was nowhere to be seen. He was only to be heard and feared.


But what would he be? He is likely a terrifying monster with gigantic fangs and claws. I often hear him giving out horrible yells and growls. Yes, I was quite positive that he is a monster.


"What is your purpose, master?"


To make the world to a better place.



Always the same answer. He calls me a superhero of the world. He says I should work for the justice and the peace. He says I'm essential for the whole world. He says I'm the soldier of righteousness.


I was not very sure about that. Some adore me, but most tremble and panic at my presence. They dread my arrival and think me as the worst nightmare.





Groaning, I rose from my cozy blankets and march out of my cage. Everything was so quiet and peaceful. But it wouldn't last long because I'm out in the world.


"Where should I go first?"


Austria, Russia, Germany, France. Everywhere. Take your pick.


"And then?"


Get it done, get it done.



I knew by intuition that this is going to be great. A list of place to work on. I swirled around everywhere. I marched in the streets of Russia, the bridges of Austria, the avenues of France and Belgium. I was everywhere. I spread everywhere like crazy wildfire.






Then it grew bigger and bigger. Countries against countries and nations against nations. The emperors and presidents and kings emphasized that I was inevitable. The reporters took a picture of my footsteps and printed my stories on their newsletters. People screamed and panicked at the sound of my footsteps. The chaos whirled and howled and swallowed the world in its tummy.


Hatred rose between the people. They burned their desires of destroying their enemies and opponents. The hatred ballooned and swelled and desperately held my ankles, pleading me to go on.


Get it done, get it done.


The voice still urged me to go on.


"What do you want to achieve, Master?"


To make the world to a better place.


I nodded and went on. I twirled the world around and around until I could find nothing but Chaos. I stretched my nails and let them bomb and fire on the quiet towns. The noises broke out of the houses and people shouted and screamed, knowing nothing to do.






I was ruthless. Thousands of soldiers roared and howled under my feet. My shrill laughter echoed across the street, and meaningless lives scattered everywhere like litters. Above the gases danced gleefully and the yellow sky coughed and coughed with disapproval. I marched down the hill and collected innocent bloods in my gigantic glass bottles.


Get it done, get it done.




Master wasn't content yet. I flew and scattered to many other places. I roused the desires of generals and emperors and a German ruler with fine mustache. I don't know his name. His first name was Heil, I remember.


More bullets fired and more jets soared to the sky. More terrible screams and groans filled my ears. I threw the dead bodies away and kept stirring the world as if was boiling soup. I destroyed the streets and crashed the taped windows. I swept over the roofs and took off the roofs with my threatening claws.


Fears and paniks, hatred and wails whirled across the world like gigantic tornadoes. The blood of someone's children and husbands and wives and parents splattered all over, painting the world with their tragedies. The yellow sky still coughed and groaned and cat-called at me. Totally worn out by running and flying everywhere, I halted in the corner of the street and examined the splendid art of Chaos and Tragedy I have achieved.


Get it done, get it done.


The same unsatisfied voice still nudged my arms. He was obsessed and crazy with the bloods and dead bodies. The same cry for better world and justice and ambitions fired upon me. They never knew when to be content.



I crept silently into one of the houses and stretched my fingers to the walls. I prepared for another round of screams and pains and dead bodies.


I stopped at the voice singing softly and sweetly behind me. It didn't sound like the upset roars and growls of my master. It didn't sound like obsessed emperors and scared people. It was peaceful and quiet, whispering sincerely and sweetly to the heart.


I turned around. It was a girl in the age about seven. She was singing about the new world she was going to face, when all the tragedies are over and I go back sleeping, and everything becomes peaceful and calm.


I gazed out of the window.


Is this the better world? Is this the world she is singing of?


I drew my hands back to myself. I wasn't a superhero and this wasn't justice.


Get it done, get it done.


The same heartless cry echoed across the house. My legs trembled and my heart thundered. The voice was bigger and closer than before.


I turned to the place where the voice was heard.


It was a man with pale blue eyes and clean black mustache. He was holding a black gun in his thin, white fingers.


Get it done, get it done.


Is the voice coming out of that man, so fragile and shabby? He isn't the monster I imagined of.


Then I looked into his blue eyes. The same desire and the same discontent whirled inside his eyes. The monster I have known of scowled and shouted inside him.


He gripped his gun tighter in his hand. The image of the sharp threatening claws and the white, thin fingers overlapped each other and jarred my eyes.


He grinned. I could see the gigantic fangs under his small white teeth.


He was the Master, the same Monster.


Get it done!


A small bang cut across the air. I threw my body over the girl to protect her, but I was not capable of protecting. I only could destroy and split apart.


Outside the bullets flew and soldiers shouted. In their fake names of Ambitions and Justice and Better World, different disasters and tragedies stretched their black arms across the sky.



And the girl was dead.




Get it done, get it done.





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Pepper Mint
08:44 Aug 13, 2020

Wow, what a deep story.

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P. Jean
12:16 Aug 07, 2020

Thoughtful, intense, yes a bird’s eye view of chaos. Great imagination! Keep writing. Others have addressed the housekeeping errors that need attention. My excitement with a new idea often messes with my grammar too.

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Cypress Grey
02:00 Jul 30, 2020

Let me first say that while I enjoyed the story, the grammatical errors were a bit distracting. They weren't horrible, but they were still noticeable. Despite that, however, I really enjoyed reading your story and the personification of war (World War II?)/chaos (at least that was my interpretation of it). The repetition of the "Get it done. Get it done." gives the story an eerie and urgent feeling that I really like. The story was a bit unclear at times, but again it was still very enjoyable. Great read, thank you for writing it! As always,...

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Jn Park
12:19 Jul 30, 2020

Wow, thank you! And I'll check out for the grammatical errors. :)

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Charles Stucker
02:52 Jul 24, 2020

You have a lot of good imagery in this. However, you have issues in your writing which detract from it. You shift between present and past tense unpredictably. The first paragraph - past tense verbs (woke, rubbed and gazed) are followed by present (knock and know). Later, in a single sentence, "The noises break out of the houses and people shouted and screamed, knowing nothing to do." you shift between present (break) to past (shouted and screamed). that one change would make a big difference, but it won't come up on a basic spell/gram...

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Jn Park
03:06 Jul 24, 2020

I'll correct it right away. Thank you for your thoughtful comment.:)

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Djenat Remmache
21:58 Jul 23, 2020

I love it! keep writing Do you mind reading my stories ?

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Jn Park
00:07 Jul 24, 2020

Of course not! I'll check them out:D

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Sam Kirk
03:01 Aug 02, 2020

Like others have mentioned, the repetition of "Get it done" was a nice touch. It gave the story some urgency and mystery. "To make the world to a better place." - there should not be the second "to." It should read: "to make a world a better place." I liked the ending where we meet the good (girl) and it is killed by evil, especially when it seem like there isn't any good left in the world. Thought-provoking.

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Jn Park
07:31 Aug 02, 2020

Thank you very much for reading my stroy so thoroughly. I will certainly fix the mistake! :)

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Keerththan 😀
14:47 Jul 30, 2020

I love it. Thrilling!!!! Wonderful story. Keep writing... Would you mind reading my story "The secret of power?"

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Jn Park
23:08 Jul 30, 2020

Thank you! Will do!

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Roshna Rusiniya
14:38 Jul 23, 2020

This is very well-written Janey. Beautiful descriptions. The way ‘ Get it done’ repeated was really nice.

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Jn Park
00:07 Jul 24, 2020

Thank you so much! :)

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Deborah Angevin
11:38 Jul 23, 2020

I like the repetition; it makes the story poignant! Would you mind checking my recent story out, "Red, Blue, White?" Thank you!

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Jn Park
13:45 Jul 23, 2020

Thank you! Will certainly do! :)

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