Blogging Friends.... Uncharted waters. That is what it feels like I
have been swimming in this year as a writer, an artist who paints pictures with
words. Why? Because I lack a genre. Question. Am I a children's book writer? Answer?
No.... That was so 2014. And now I do not know who the hell I am. For these are
uncharted waters that I'm swimming in. See, I've somehow always known who I am
as a writer, an artist who paints pictures with words. Throughout the course of
my Life, I have composed poetry.... I've tried my hand as a
"journalist" and written "columns".... I have created
children's stories.... During all three above journeys, I've experimented and I
thought--well I was so sure--that I knew exactly who I was a writer, an artist who
paints pictures with words. Especially throughout 2014. But how wrong was I.
Because a year ago last Wednesday, I posted what would turn out to be one of my final fictional children's book stories. Ever. And soon I was headed toward those
uncharted waters. I have spent 2015 throwing the word "genre" away.
I've written several fictional stories which came directly from my heart and
soul. {Even more than last year!! I actually have at least twain fictional stories "in the can" for 2016!! Thus far!!} I have
killed off characters seemingly left and right. {Do I have a reputation yet?! I
am going for the whole Joss Whedon influence.... Just kidding!!} And somewhere along
the way? I was left with a cosmic choice. Either I drown in these uncharted waters....
Or I take up my board and learn how to surf its wild, wild, wild waves!! I
chose option number two!! And somewhere along the way? I still may not know who
I am. But somewhere along the way? I figured out in 2015 alone exactly what it
is that I want to write.... Heartfelt fictional stories. {But not Hallmark
movie-like scripts!!} Fictional stories that reach in and touch Readers'
deepest, most heartfelt thoughts/feelings/emotions. I think I'm doing it....
Love you later.
PS. I was hoping to post this story last Wednesday.... But editing can take a while sometimes.
PS. I was hoping to post this story last Wednesday.... But editing can take a while sometimes.
Interesting. That one four-syllable word {Uh.... Or three syllable word, depending on how
you say it!!} works wonders in describing this story. "Interesting".
First off, it sort of expresses my own personal opinions, thoughts, feelings and emotions on today's current shootings
that we have all seen happen way too frequently lately. This story was written
sometime during last Summer. Now.... I am not going to sit here and express my opinions on gun rights or
stricter gun laws. That is a touchy issue for many which has seemingly divided
America in half. And this little Blog
of mine is neither the time, nor
the place, to discuss it!! Thank-you very
much!!
This
is an entirely fictional story and
was not ripped from any real-Life news headlines!!
Inspiration. As a writer, an artist
who paints pictures with words, I must seek
and find it wherever I can. Apparently? My
inspiration comes from Bruce
Springsteen's brilliant storytelling and poetic song lyrics!! Remember September's fictional 9-11 book
that I wrote? It was inspired by Bruce's song, "Into The Fire" from
"The Rising"!! Well.... Bruce has done it again!! Because this
particular story was inspired by his song, "Johnny 99" from
"Nebraska"!! I. Freakin'. Love. That. Song. And, although I went to
great lengths in an effort to avoid stealing anything from "Johnny
99"? Well.... It cracks me up just how much of Bruce's storytelling was
infused into my fictional book, anyway!! Because, seriously. I even named my
murderer character Ralph!! Read this story. Then listen to "Johnny
99". Or better yet.... Listen to "Johnny 99" first!! Then read
my story. I love ya, Bruce!!
"Life Choices And Consequences"
Perspective.
It varies greatly depending on person to person. Because everybody who has a
mind and an opinion can certainly possess their own viewpoint!! Conservative. Liberal.
Christian. Secular. And everybody is entitled to their own opinions. For it's an
American right!! Correct? Yet--sadly--nobody in this nation {Or world, for that
matter} seemingly agrees to disagree anymore. Because it is always "my way
or the highway". Sadly, nobody in this nation {Or world, for that matter} possesses
an open-minded, nonjudgmental, unprejudiced perspective anymore.
Those were the exact words
of psychology Professor Van Zandt--who is middle-aged--as he spoke
to approximately five-hundred college-aged
students on a dark, eerie, foggy Saturday morning in November.
"Perspective," he said, "If you kids were to look up that word in an Oxford
dictionary Online, one definition
would be this.... 'A particular
attitude toward or way of regarding something; a point of view'. Now. I am going to share with you an unfortunate, tragic, sad,
true story about perspective. From everybody's
diverse points of view."
All ears--and eyes--were on Professor Van Zandt. For he had definitely
captivated his students' undivided
attention.
"It occurred exactly one decade ago on this very date," began Professor Van Zandt, "November 14th,
2005...."
Christmas. Nearly everybody celebrates that well-known holiday
season!! Of course, there are always exceptions. Some people celebrate Hanukkah,
Winter Solstice or Kwanzaa, instead!! And that is absolutely acceptable!! But
probably the vast majority of people worldwide still celebrate Christmas!! Local
radio stations play nonstop seasonal music!! Santa Claus enters malls
everywhere!! People decorate their real--or artificial--Christmas trees!! Some still
send out seasonal cards through snail mail and type out holiday newsletters!!
Christians celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ!! It is a commercialized,
consumer-oriented holiday season, so there are seemingly countless sales which
occur literally everywhere!! That being mentioned? Even with the Internet readily available, people still enjoy driving toward shopping malls--to
purchase Christmas gifts--for their loved ones!!
The holiday season seemingly occurs earlier and earlier every single year!!
It used to be that Black Friday sales after Thanksgiving kicked off
Christmastime!! This is not the case, anymore!! So on November 14th, 2005, twain
thirty-one year old best friends named "Henry" and "Jacob"--who
have known each other ever since kindergarten--were doing a little early Christmas
shopping at their local shopping mall!! As to be expected, seasonal music was
blasting in every single store that they set foot in!! The shopping mall even
already decorated it with an enormously-sized artificial Christmas tree!! Santa
Claus also sat on his tall, red, throne of a chair, patiently awaiting little
children!!
"Look at this autographed photograph of Dory
from Finding Nemo!!" said
Jacob.
"Really...." teased Henry, with
a smirk written on his face,
"Did Dory herself sign it....?"
Jacob laughed.
"Ha, ha, ha...." he said,
"No, Ellen DeGeneres autographed
it!! And my girlfriend, Rosie, is a cosmic fanatic of hers!! Remember?
She watches Ellen DeGeneres' talk
show every single day!! So, naturally, Rosie loves Dory in Finding Nemo, as well!! What do you think? Should I purchase it for Rosie? Or not?"
"Rosetta will
love it...." began Henry, "....But you might want to check out the
picture's price tag before making your decision, dude!!"
It was a hefty seven-hundred dollars!!
"Oh my!!" exclaimed Jacob,
"I will simply find something less expensive for Rosie!!"
"You can call me sappy," said Henry, "Because I do not care!! But I love it when
the mall is decorated for Christmas,
man!! It puts me in a holiday mood!!"
"I can't but agree.... 'Sappy'!!"
said Jacob, with a smile written on
his face, "I enjoy the shopping mall's
Christmas decorations, as well!! They
are oh-so festive this time of year!!"
Meanwhile, Henry and Jacob searched store, after store, after store,
after store for the "perfect" gifts.... But alas, to no avail.
Jacob sighed.
"I haven't a clue what to purchase
Rosie," he said, as they aimlessly
wandered the shopping mall together.
"Well, it is not even Thanksgiving yet,"
encouraged Henry, "Right? You have lots
of time, dude!! Don't worry about it. Hakuna matata, man!!"
"You do not understand!!" said Jacob, "Rosie and I are nearing
the one year mark of when we
participated in our first date together!!
So I must find something doubly special for her!!"
"You know what, dude?" said Henry, "I have an idea for the perfect Christmas
present to give Rosetta!!"
"Do
tell," said Jacob.
"A ring!!" said Henry, "You know....? An engagement ring? Because--wow--you two lovebirds have been dating for one
year now?! Holy smokes.... Where does
the time escape to?! Outer space?! And I obviously know that you two love each other!! Without a single
doubt in my mind!! Maybe you should finally
get up the nerve to propose, man? Huh? Overcome your fear of rejection?
Because you already know that Rosetta will say 'yes'!! Am I right?
You can even surprise Rosetta on Christmas Day--"
Just then--in the crowded mall--a tan-skinned, black-haired, young
man suddenly leapt out of seemingly nowhere, pulled his gun's trigger, and shot
Henry!! Time instantaneously stood still. Henry screamed like a little girl, as
he was obviously feeling agonizing pain. Red blood freely gushed through the
bullet hole which was located in his chest. As resulted? Henry's blood
instantaneously seeped through his white-colored Superman t-shirt. He collapsed
to the cold, germ-infested, tiled floor. And Henry's body fell hard with a resounding
thud. Meanwhile, the unidentified shooter pulled his gun's trigger several more
times, while shots hauntingly echoed against walls. As resulted? He shot--and
murdered--five more unsuspecting shoppers.
"Henry!!"
yelled Jacob, "Oh my.... Henry!!"
Instinctively? Jacob dropped to both knees and--with one
arm--he supported his best friend's heavy head. Henry simply lie there, weeping.
He also groaned, as his body obviously felt searing pain. Henry did not speak.
He repeatedly clutched one now-bloody hand to his chest, where the bullet was
located. Instinctively? With his free hand, Jacob dialed 9-1-1 on Henry's
cellular phone, as he did not own any.
"Hello?" said the 9-1-1
dispatcher, "This is Annemarie. How may I help you?"
"Hello ma'am!!" said a frantic Jacob, "My best friend has been shot in cold blood--"
Just then, Henry nodded off.
"No, no, no, no, no!!" yelled Jacob, with panic rising in his voice, as he frantically slapped Henry's cheeks,
"Do not fall asleep!! Henry!! Stay awake!! Henry!! Don't you dare fall asleep--"
"Where
is Henry's bullet--or bullets--located?" Annemarie calmly interrupted.
"In his chest, above the heart--"
answered Jacob.
Just then, Henry began to drift off into a deep, deep, deep
sleep.
"Oh, no, no, no, no!!" yelled Jacob, as his own
heart pounded hard, "Do not die on me!! Henry!! Do please stay
with me!!"
"Okay," said Annemarie, "Calm down, sir. Where are you? I just need an address and
our emergency crew will be on the way
shortly."
"We are at Mall 38," began Jacob, "On 7575 S.E. Harrison Street. We are located right outside Barnes & Noble. Do you need a zip code?"
"No," Annemarie confidently
answered, "We can find Mall 38!!"
"Do please hurry!!" said a still-panicked
Jacob, "I am no doctor, but it appears that Henry is going into shock!!"
Annemarie hung up her telephone. By then, Henry's eyes were
closed tight and he was anything but responsive.
"Henry!!"
yelled Jacob, with a sense of urgency
in his voice, "Awaken!! You will
not die like this!! Henry!! Wake.... Up!! The paramedics will
be here shortly, I promise!! Henry!! We still have so much Life left to enjoy!!
Can you hear me?! We still have countless adventures to enjoy!!
Can you hear me?! We still have so many plans!! Can you hear me?!
We were planning to travel together and hike up Mt. Everest on New
Year's Day!! Remember?! Can you hear
me?! We have girlfriends to romance and--hopefully--wed!! Can you hear me?! We were going
to be the best men at each other's weddings!! Can you hear me?! We were even going to raise
our future children together!! Can you hear
me?! Please do not die!! Can you hear me?!"
"You're my irreplaceable best friend....!!" continued Jacob, as wet, hot
tears streamed down his face, "You
cannot die....!! Remember all of the positive, negative, wild memories
that we have created together....? Can
you hear me....?! We only attended school together
from kindergarten to college, for Heaven's sake....!! Can you hear me....?!
Henry....!! I will forever remember the first
time we met.... I stole your cookies
in kindergarten--which made you angry at me!!--but we have surprisingly remained best friends ever since....!! Henry....!! Can you hear me....?! Henry....!! You
were the drummer with a thunderous rhythm in our small, experimental, three-man, basement/garage rock and roll band
during high school....!! Remember....?! Can
you hear me....?! We smoked our first--and last--cigarettes together.... Which, was
your insane idea....!! Can you hear me....?! We even partied a bit during our college
years--which was also your insane idea--me, I simply came along
for the wild, wild, wild ride....!! Have
you any clue how many hangovers I helped snap my best friend out
of....?! Henry....!! Can you hear me?! Can you hear me?! Can you hear
me?! Can you hear me?! Can you hear me?!"
But Jacob's emotional, heart-pounding, urgent, frantic, blood-pressure-rising,
adrenaline-producing panic was--tragically--all for naught. Because by the time
ambulances, fire trucks, and police cars arrived? Henry was dead. He passed
away in Jacob's very arms. And, although five other victims obviously died,
there were--miraculously--four survivors!! Police did indeed catch the murderer
{Who swiftly became nationally-known as eighteen-year old Ralph} and
successfully arrested him. He committed his crime alone.
Throughout the
course of time, Ralph was scheduled for several different trials in court. Which
Jacob faithfully attended!!
Perspective.
It varies greatly depending on person to person. There was the perspective of bitterness
and unforgiveness from Jacob.
"Ralph murdered my best friend
in cold blood!!" Jacob abruptly stood up and angrily said during a trial, "Henry is dead. I will never see
him again. Henry is gone. I will never create new, unforgettable memories
with him ever again. Because Henry is
not coming back. And to worsen matters? Ralph also murdered five more innocent people in cold
blood!! He even deliberately tried
to kill ten unsuspecting shoppers!! I
demand justice!! I desire an eye for an eye and a tooth
for a tooth!! Ralph deserves the death penalty!! Execute him!! Execute him!!
Execute him!! Execute him!! Execute him!!
Now!!"
Ralph shamefully hung his head.
"Calm
down, sir!!" ordered a middle-aged, silver-haired, deep-voiced Judge Morrison.
"Ralph," questioned Judge Morrison, "Why did you decide to open fire inside Mall 38? What, exactly, were your reasons,
excuses and perspective for committing this murder, son?"
"My 'father'--I will
just call him 'Joe'--used to beat me physically as a kid growing
up," Ralph eventually answered with
bitterness in his voice, "He always did it while Mom worked hard to bring our money home. 'Joe' was such a deadbeat. He never even worked one day in my whole Life. See, the beatings were done secretly, behind closed doors.
Mom never, ever knew--because I would
not even dare tell her--I always lied that the constant bruises on my body were from being clumsy. But Judge Morrison, I am no klutz!! 'Joe' also verbally and emotionally abused me. He said every
second of every single waking day
that I am a cosmic failure whose worthless Life will never amount to anything."
Ralph paused.
"Well, he was right. I
guess I am a cosmic failure whose worthless
Life will never amount to anything...." Ralph said, as he blinked back wet, hot tears.
"My 'father' was always drunk
when he physically, verbally and emotionally abused me," continued Ralph, "Some daddy dearest, huh? Then, during my
teenage years, 'Joe' drove away and never--ever--came back home. Now. I could have easily said 'good riddance' to 'Joe'. However. His abandonment of our little family broke Mom's poor heart into a billion
pieces. And who was there for her? Me!! Not 'Joe'. I was there for Mom. I had to be strong and brave. For
Mom's emotional sake. I had to provide comfort and pick up the pieces of her broken heart. But let me ask
you something, Judge Morrison. Who
was going to pick up the broken pieces of my heart?! Huh?! So unresolved anger and resentment toward the world brewed
in my poor, shattered heart. Judge Morrison, I am not saying that this sad, depressing, true story makes me an innocent
guy. I definitely deserve punishment for what I've done!! Mom raised me
better than to become a murderer. Nonetheless. I could not do a damn thing about these negative thoughts, feelings and emotions which
are always eating away at me. Because
I just don't know how!! So, yeah, I bought the gun. Then, yes, I planned to
take my anger and resentment out in a massacre at Mall 38. So there you go. Judge Morrison.... My
reasons, excuses and perspective. To
everybody who is sitting in this courtroom.... That was my whole Life story in a nutshell."
Perspective.
It varies greatly depending on person to person. There was the perspective of
grace, compassion, and empathy toward Ralph that suddenly washed over the
entire courtroom. For after his truthful story? There was not a dry eye in the
courtroom!! Ralph's mother, Angelina--overcome by emotion--of course wept uncontrollably.
Jacob wiped away wet, hot tears. Even professional, firm, no-nonsense Judge
Morrison became choked up!!
"Wow...." Jacob whispered
to himself, "All excuses set
aside--because the murder that Ralph committed was obviously wrong--he has certainly
lived a hard, cruel, unfair Life!!"
Perspective.
It varies greatly depending on person to person. There was even the perspective
of forgiveness toward Ralph from Jacob. For after his truthful story? Any anger
that Jacob initially felt was suddenly blown away.
"Judge Morrison?" asked Jacob, "May I say something?"
"Yes," answered Judge Morrison, "Go right ahead, son."
Jacob bravely
looked straight at Ralph. Their eyes met each other's.
"Ralph," said Jacob, "You expressed your sad,
depressing, truthful story. Now it is
my turn. You expressed your perspective
and point of view. Now it is my turn."
Jacob
paused.
"Ralph...." Jacob
slowly continued, as wet, hot tears streamed
down his cheeks, "When you opened
fire inside Mall 38.... My best friend and 'blood brother' was shot....
When your gun's bullet pierced through
Henry's heart.... He was then abruptly taken from me.... When you proceeded
in your massacre.... All of our hopes, dreams and plans were--literally--shot down.... And now....? All I am left with is an entire
Lifetime of memories...."
Ralph
looked down at his handcuffed wrists. He appeared sincerely ashamed and
regretful for the murder that had been committed.
"Ralph...." Jacob slowly finished, as he wiped away wet, hot tears, "At
first, I was livid at what you had done, and rightfully so....
But now that I have heard your truthful story.... I forgive you!! I do mean that."
"Wait. What?!"
said a shocked Ralph, as he blinked back wet, hot tears, "You forgive.... Me?"
"Yes," Jacob confidently replied, "I do."
Crime
always has its consequences. Whether it be incarceration. Community service. Or
the death penalty. Either way, crime always has its consequences.
"Everyone is faced
with choices in Life, son," Judge
Morrison told Ralph, "Whether they be good
decisions. Or bad. Ralph.... Your
father may have both physically and verbally abused you. Ralph....
Your father may have abandoned you and your mother. Ralph.... You may
have battled some cosmic, negative, thoughts, feelings and emotions. However. You could
have asked for professional help with
sorting through these cosmic, negative, thoughts, feelings and emotions. Because there are some very good psychiatrists available!! But you did not ask for professional help. Correct?"
Ralph regretfully
nodded his head "yes".
"Well, son, that was
a choice that you made. Correct?"
Ralph regretfully
nodded his head "yes".
"Instead, you bought
that gun. Correct?"
Ralph regretfully
nodded his head "yes".
"That was a choice that you made. Correct?"
Ralph regretfully
nodded his head "yes".
"Because you certainly
did not have to buy that weapon!! Correct?"
Ralph regretfully
nodded his head "yes".
"Then you took out all of your anger and resentment toward Life in a massacre at Mall 38. Correct?"
Ralph regretfully
nodded his head "yes".
"That was a choice which you made. Because everyone
is given bad decisions in Life. And many--if not most--of
which bring about consequences. So Ralph?
I hereby sentence you to death."
Perspective.
It varies greatly depending on person to person. There was the perspective of a
Mother's unyielding love which came from Ralph's Mom, Angelina.
"No, no, no, no, no!!"
she screamed, as wet, hot tears streamed down
her face, "Give my son a second
chance!! Please!! Please!! Please!!
Have you no mercy?! Judge
Morrison.... Do you not believe in the
concept that people change?! Huh?! Please do not take my son's Life this way!!"
"Calm down, Mom,"
Ralph flatly said, "Do not waste
your energy on me!! I am better off dead."
"Nooooo!!" screamed an inconsolable,
heartbroken Angelina,
"Nooooo!!"
Angelina
created such a disruption, that twain police guards were forced to carry her
out of that courtroom. She screamed, sobbed and protested the entire way.
Ralph shamefully
looked down at his handcuffed wrists.
On December
14th--precisely one month after Ralph opened fire inside Mall 38--the sad, dark
day of his execution arrived.
"Do you have any last
words before your death penalty?"
asked Policewoman Heather.
"Um.... Can you report
this back?" asked Ralph, "Because I want everybody--especially Mom--whose
Lives were forever affected by my bad choices
to hear it!!"
"It is not customary,"
said Policewoman Heather, "But I will make
an exception just for you."
"Uh.... Thanks...." said Ralph, as wet, hot tears streamed down his face, "Here are
my last words: Policewoman Heather,
if you can kill a guy for the negative thoughts, feelings and emotions that
are always in his head....? I am sorry.... To everybody....
I am sincerely sorry for all of the emotional, mental, and physical pain that my actions have caused.... Judge Morrison is right....
I should have sought psychiatric help.... But I did not.... And Mom....? I am sorry for letting you down.... Please
do not ever stop loving me....!! I am so sorry for being a disappointment to you.... Alright, Policewoman Heather.... Those are my last words...."
And
then--just like that--Ralph was executed.
On New
Year's Day {In loving memory of Henry!!} Jacob and Rosetta hiked Mt. Everest
together!! Once they reached the top, he finally proposed to his lover with a
beautiful, heart-shaped, garnet ring.... Which is her birthstone!! As to be
expected? Rosetta accepted Jacob's proposal!!
"Perspectives and
viewpoints," said Professor Van Zandt, "From Ralph's sad, depressing, true story. Or Jacob's anger, which eventually
transformed into forgiveness.
From Judge Morrison's wise speech
about Life choices and consequences. Or Angelina's heartbreaking plead for her son's second chance. Kids, I understand this
unfortunate, tragic, sad, true story
about these such differing perspectives
firsthand.... Because I am 'Jacob'...."
Wow, that was such a dramatic and emotionally charged story which you wrote really well Raelyn. I felt sorry for all the characters and their different perspectives of what happened that day.
ReplyDeleteLynne x
Lynne....
DeleteThank-you for the comment, Friend!!
"Wow, that was such a dramatic and emotionally charged story which you wrote really well Raelyn." Thank-you!! ;)
"I felt sorry for all the characters and their different perspectives of what happened that day." Cool!! Feeling sorry for all of the characters--Ralph included--and their different perspectives is exactly what my fictional story's all about!! You got it!! ;-D
Raelyn
ReplyDeleteI've enjoyed reading all your stories, they always touch my heart. Hope you'll keep writing more in 2016!
I think you are right about grief and pain, it gets a little easier when the edge is taken off with time but you never stop missing them.
A very Merry Christmas to you too and Happy New Year my friend.
Hugs, Lynne
Lynne....
DeleteHello, Friend!! ;)
"I've enjoyed reading all your stories, they always touch my heart. Hope you'll keep writing more in 2016!" Oh.... I am a lean, mean, prolific, writing machine!! I already have several fictional stories that I've written for 2016.... And counting!! I am glad that my stories always touch your heart.... That makes me feel so good inside!! ;-D
Merry Christmas and happy 2016.... From "across the pond"!! ;op
Raelyn
ReplyDeleteI read that there was going to be a full moon, the first for many years. Hope the clouds part so you are able to see it over there!
Hope you have a very Merry Christmas!
Dip, Elliot, Teddy and Lynne x
Dip, Elliot, Teddy and Lynne....
DeleteHi, Friend!! ;)
"I read that there was going to be a full moon, the first for many years. Hope the clouds part so you are able to see it over there!" A full moon. On Christmas Day. For the first time since 1977. Pretty neat, huh?! I, too, hope that our rain clouds blow away and disappear so that I can see it!! We will see.... ;op
Merry Christmas and happy 2016!!
PS. I have a Blog post coming soon.... ;-D
Raelyn
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad you got to see the full moon - and with a rainbow above it, that must have been magical!
I don't even remember the last time it was a white Christmas here.
Hope you have a very Happy New Year too friend.
love, Lynne
Lynne....
DeleteHello, Friend!! ;)
"I'm so glad you got to see the full moon - and with a rainbow above it, that must have been magical!" Oh.... It was!! ;-D
"I don't even remember the last time it was a white Christmas here." Ah, I am sorry!! We enjoyed ourselves a seemingly never-ending snowfall back in 2008 around here and God gave us a white Christmas!! ;)
Happy 2016!! ;op