Then One Man Wept. . .

I don’t really know what it is with me and writing short stories lately, but I can’t

seem to write anything else. For those of you that read my last series (see here, here,

here, here, and here) you will find that this one is a good deal darker, and a bit more

heart-rending. I would expound the meaning here, but I’m not entirely sure I even

understand it, so I’ll let it speak for itself. Thanks for reading.

Then One Man Wept. . .
by J. D. H. Thigpen 

Torch McFallon stood on the brink of a

ruined world. Only he could see its

devastation. To all other eyes it was a

utopia. Equality reigned supreme, quarrels were nothing more than things read about

in dusty old books, negative emotions had long since departed, along with feelings of

any kind. All was still, all was calm, but not peaceful. They all lived on, living forms of

destruction, yet too numb to notice.

The tragedy which Torch alone could see was that for the sake of equality they

had lost their excellence. For the sake of security they had surrendered their

freedom and their humanity with it. The pursuit of perfection had led to a sacrifice of

beauty. All was grey, all was silent. They consoled themselves for the loss of their

happiness by remembering that at least they could never again be unhappy.

Torch was not like them. He was unhappy, he was ugly, he was imperfect. But he

was free, he was able to feel, he at least knew what happiness was, and best of all, he

was human. He was alone, but at least he knew what friendship meant. He did not

have much life left in him, but at least he knew what it meant to be alive.

Torch knew that he was not brave, but he also knew that he was the only one left

who knew what bravery meant, and that alone was enough to keep him standing.

And there he stood, alone on the city wall. Below him lay the abyss on one side, and

the unknown on the other. His green tartan, as faded and darkened as it was, blazed

in vibrant colour against the lonely grey world.

He drew out his violin and brought forth one long, sorrowful note. Suddenly the

silent, clockwork movement of those beneath him halted, consumed in deafening

silence. The perfect, emotionless eyes moved as one, attracted to the voice of the


Torch played on, confronting them with beauty. The wave of sound broke upon

darkened minds, painfully reminding them what they had surrendered. The music

broke what remained of their hearts, and showed them that they had lost their


Torch McFallon’s final song was unlike any that had gone before it, and there shall

never be another like it. Such glorious imperfection, majesty, and audacity, mingled

with sorrow and hopelessness. Yet the beauty was too much for their twisted souls to

bear. So they rose up, all with one accord, and they killed him.

Torch’s light went out, the music stopped, the violin fell. Then one man wept.

Then another, then another, until they realized the horror of what they had done. As

the tears fell from their eyes, they thanked Torch McFallon, for his sacrifice had

made them human again.

The End.


About Jonathon Thigpen

I am a student, writer, photographer, traveler, teacher, and Lego enthusiast, who is endeavouring to be a man after God's own heart.
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12 Responses to Then One Man Wept. . .

  1. theRibz says:

    nice nice nice! I love it!

  2. Wow…that is quite a story. I really liked it!

  3. The few who do are the envy of the many who only watch. Jim Rohn

  4. Cynthia Jeub says:

    Love this so much. You are a gifted writer, my friend.

  5. Parabola says:

    I see it as a parable for what is going on in our society as a certain elected class seeks to “create a more perfect union” and in the end, place our country in great peril…we only hope that they all wake up, like Torch. Its amazingly prophetic, your dark story, as we all now know that there will be four more years of losing excellence “for the sake of equality”, surrendering freedom and humanity “for the sake of security”. One wouldn’t have known that back in March when all signs pointed toward a hopeful change in leadership, but you did.

    • Thanks so much for reading and responding! It actually wasn’t my main goal for the story to be about American politics, but more about the ideas which are at work in the world at large. Though those ideas certainly are coming into play with our current administration.

  6. Johanna says:

    This is so powerful. You are a really gifted author, and such an inspiration! Amazing job, my friend!

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