Life Tips Daily

I would like to present you all with a short bit of writing which compares the work of good and evil in a strange and somewhat funny way. I wrote it, and it’s not intended to express my opinion necessarily; simply to take a look at the subject in an accessible way.

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It was a dark and stormy night. Beyond that, there wasn’t much remarkable about this setting. In fact, considering it was London, the dark and stormy wasn’t particularly remarkable either.

A casual observer might not even have noticed the short, drenched figure hobbling quietly in what was probably intended to be a straight line down the street. Periodically, the hunched figure broke off its wavering path and walked up to the doors of an apartment where it would produce a paintbrush from the folds of its coat and hastily inscribe a series of concentric circles on the door. Well, may as well be nice and clear about things; no use beating about the bush.

A casual observer was also likely to miss the small tail protruding from the underside of the the dilapidated coat which covered the figure from top to bottom. It would be difficult to say “head to foot” because, with the cloak on, there didn’t seem to be a discernible difference beyond the fact that one area seemed responsible for locomotion. The tail switshed back and forth lazily, occasionally pausing to hover still for a brief second before continuing to bob with the movement.

When it reached the end of the street, the figure pulled out a small device and tapped at it until it made a rewarding electronic ding noise. Seemingly satisfied, it turned briefly to examine the street it had come from, smirked and continued on its way, making sure to look both ways before crossing the street. After all, even demons could be killed in car accidents.

Back on the opposite side of the street, a tall, austere-looking gentleman in a startlingly white suit was making his way along the same path. Well, perhaps a little straighter. Miraculously, the rain seemed to avoid his elegant and well-pressed suit, leaving him quite dry.

Walking up the steps to the first house, the gentleman sighed and opened his briefcase, removing a damp sponge. He used this to meticulously scrub off the red circles, returning the door to its previous dirty brown. Observing his work, the man realized that, ironically, the door had looked better with the circles on. Shaking his head and putting the sponge away, he reminded himself that the owners of the houses would most likely prefer the ugly brown to the alternative if they knew.

In this way, the gentleman in the white successfully erased all of the markings and proceeded into the street where he was hit by a bus turning the corner. In a flash of light, he was gone, and the bus’ startled and worried occupants hardly noticed the small, hunched figure making its way back across the street and along its previous path.

Contrary to popular belief, Evil, it figured, would always triumph over Good because Good was stupid and had trouble keeping up with the times. The hollow sound of its chuckling was heard by no one else as it produced the paint brush and once again marked the doors of the houses on the street.