The Corporate: Part 1 of 8
#1 of Writing
First installment of the Corporate, a small Christmas story I've taken to working on. The trick in it is to make it as classic as possible while staying as original as possible. After part 3, the story will continue to be updated daily until Christmas.
The Corporate will be dedicated to a certain someone I know whose had a rough few weeks lately. Once it's complete, the story will be there Christmas gift in hopes of cheering them up.
The Winter Chronicles
December of 2013
The Corporate: Part 1 of 8
This is the story of a man named Harold. Harold was the top man
of a large and widely successful corporation. With all of the power and fame that came with the job,
one might think Harold to be happy. But he wasn't.
For years, Harold had been searching. He had been searching within himself for some piece,
some vital part of him, that had been missing. It was agonizing without it. If only he could figure
out what it was. This missing part of him had haunted him. And it was only the power he held over
society that kept him from simply ending it all.
Power. It was a beautiful word to Harold. And he needed as much of it as he could lay his
hands on. It was his right, after all. Because who was it that fought through the ranks of a large
and busy company? It was him of course! For who other than he could deserve such a title as CEO?
Nobody. Yes, it was his! Everything was his and if only everyone else could see that and then maybe,
just maybe, he could be happy.
The winter months had been raging. The snowfall was reaching record numbers this year. It was
snowing now, as Harold trudged along through the muck and slush on the sidewalks. Harold hated the snow.
It was one thing about winter that he despised bitterly. It was cold and wet but worst of all it meant
something worse than the snow itself. The snow meant that everyone else would be happy.
He had never understood it. How could they be so happy? How could anyone bear to smile at the
bitter chill of the icy winds or the slop of the muddy slush? This disturbed Harold greatly. And he
would get angry. He hated it. It wasn't fair that everyone but him could be happy. But now, as Harold
approached his apartment door, it would soon be over. Soon, the snowfall would fade away and with it so
would the smiles. And then it would be Harold's turn to smile. Because then, and only then, could they
feel just as Harold felt now. Harold let the thought sink as he entered his apartment and went about the
rest of his day.