Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Two Wrongs Make a Light

This novel explores the dynamics of a dramatized domestically abusive relationship. Men and women die in these kinds of destructive relationships, and many times kids are hurt in the wake of the malevolent exercises in someone's mental games taken to the extreme level. Rhonda is a confident woman, brought down by this hot bodied young man she falls for. But sometimes, you don't really know someone until you've lived with them. I hope you take in consideration when reading this chapter, what it must be like to live even 1/10th of this kind of horrible drama.

So, without further delay, I offer you Two Wrongs Make a Light in it's opening chapter'd glory. If you want more, I want to know you want more. Beyond that, this was about all I managed to give the re-reading decades old bleary eyed attention to it as I wanted to get it uploaded so people could read it.

Monday, April 25, 2016

Novel Walk of Fire

Walk of Fire

Take a walk of fire, feel my pain. 
On a walk of fire, get inside my brain.
This walk of fire, proves life’s no game.
Can you walk through fire, won’t be the same.
Will you walk through fire, or steal the rain?
Some won’t walk through fire, despite the gain.
I have walked through fire and felt the strain.
Shall we walk through fire or in sloth remain?
Try to walk through fire and then call my name.
If you can walk through fire will you still be sane?
It’s hard to walk through fire, stay straight on aim.
You need to walk through fire, let your fear be slain.
Do you feel the fire or only shame?
Try to light the fire and burning embers tame.
I feel the fire, not to complain.
Alive into the fire, a negative refrain.
Passion is the fire, flowing through my veins.
I see your face, I’m so glad you came.
To fan the fire, love things mundane.
Above all respect the fire, and doubts restrain.

This novel was my first. Somewhere in my junk I have 120 hand written pages of the opening chapter, I had played with the idea of writing another one, The Park, which I did later write, but this one, Walk of Fire, it was a personal epic tale of a fictional young man faced with numerous challenges that I echoed in my life in some ways after the accident where I was damn near dead in the blink of an eye. Just last night, a woman, a year younger than I, lost her life. Out riding on her husband's bike she and a 22 year old lost their lives. Truly sad, people die daily on bikes daily. I left part of my body on Drew Street, in Clearwater, pints of it. Such trauma changes things.

Having a child also changes thing, meaning your overall perspective on living. I feel I can through my mother's creative eyes and collective experience imparted to me, as was my dear deceased Dad, Bede. He knew I wanted to write, and he tried over the decades as my dad, to truly broaden my horizon aesthetically with every opportunity. The wonderful artist, who tried to recreate the lost formula of the paints of the masters like Van Gough, Rembrandt Ruebens and others. He was a great step father, and I thank God & the universe he lived to see my son taking his first steps. That he did is a great comfort to me.

This novel in a way is a gesture about my life, but with a male point of view as I predicted it would be as a disabled, one legged bipolar wanna be poser author, I welcome your comments on this work here on my blog. I held out hope for over a decade that I'd get my wits together and try again, for what would be a third time around sending out letters to potential agents and seek representation for trying to get legitimately published in one of the big houses. I no longer feel any need to do such a thing. My reason for sharing this is because I think fiction painting an accurate portrait of one person's coping with a traumatic physical disabling condition is very important. My fiction mostly has disabled characters, all but The Park have disabled protagonists.

If you like what you see, and you want to see more, please let me know, comment. Send me an email if you'd rather comment privately. But if you enjoyed what you'll read here, all I want in return is for you to smile with me. Nod to me that you read it, that you liked it. And maybe I'll give you all something else, something different, darker. Two Wrongs Make a Light. An exotic dancer, single mother of a 3 month old; her story begins in the Clerk of the Courts office. It's a darker tale, about domestic abuse, and the way even though, being abused, is bad, and abusing someone is bad, one thing good can come from such things, if only you can see it in time and make radical changes in order to protect the only light that can come from such a negative relationship. If you want to experience Rhonda's tale, let me know. I'll have to read it over deeper, the version here of Walk of fire on this blog, is the original length story. I hope you all enjoy it. Walk of Fire (pdf) and your visit with a character I created, Nick Andrews and his struggle to find inner peace.

Thursday, April 21, 2016

My Thoughts about the Significance of the Hubble Telescope for Mankind

Upon seeing the first images broadcast from the Hubble Space Telescope I was dumb-struck by the sheer beauty of the science behind it as well as the unbelievable amount of work by so many dedicated scientists. I found it revolutionary that so many people came together making it happen in such a way as we have never seen before, Hubble is a victory for all of mankind and the pictures we have discovered are beyond egregious and awed me in such a way that I had not been prepared for.
As a laymen in astronomy as well as many other subjects that hold interest for me, I was fascinated at the clarity displayed in these images. The detail was unprecedented and depicted radically mind boggling beauty that one has to see personally to believe. I found myself thinking about the vastness of space and how so much of it is unexplored, and with each new image it was as if my wildest fantasies of what galaxies and the various gaseous nebulas looked like was validated and superseded.

I feel many people harshly criticized the mistaken mirror and the heroic shuttle mission that gave Hubble new optics was a crucial success for the whole world. At this juncture in our shared history as mankind it is my greatest hope that maybe from the knowledge we gain from the sacrifices of so many talented people who stood unwavering and true to their goal, not giving in when things bore down on them and the pressure heated up, that we could learn a lesson from the people involved and try to come together as mankind.

Wouldn't it be nice if we could all come together as a unit now working towards the goals of preparing for our planet's growth in the next millennia and our colonization of first space with the construction of the new space station using all the knowledge the USSR and the USA gained from experiences on Mir. I think mankind is up to the challenges ahead and I hope that possibilities are explored and investigated unilaterally as a combined effort by all the world's talented minds getting together through the use of the Internet, or perhaps the Internet 2 would be better suited due to the vast amounts of data required in such an undertaking.

Also as a young Mother of a toddler I am gratified to believe that the wonders I have seen in my thirty years will pale when compared to the marvelous things I am certain lie ahead that my son will bear witness to. I have seen the birth of cable and computers and have enjoyed to evolution of video games to the extreme simulators available today as well as the new sport of competitive 'live' game play over the net with people all over the world joining for a game of mutual interest.

If random citizens of the world meet in game rooms and chat rooms while the scientists meet to try gather facts to overcome the mutual problems facing us all, I am certain we could defend ourselves from the dangerous objects that could end our cozy little climb up the ladder of awareness. I am referring to the threat possible asteroids, comets and any kind of large floating mass that could plummet towards us without our being prepared to effectively prevent such a tragic occurrence from wiping us out just when we are on the verge of a new era.

If we want to make things better in the coming years then it takes the cooperation of everyone to get things done. It is our duty to speak up and voice our opinions and to share thoughts. The Internet makes this so much easier and from this greater advances will be made in many newly opened fields. Everything from Medical discoveries to discoveries about the human mind. Computers assist us in so many ways and I am thankful to be living in this wonderful time of discovery.

Written in around 2002. When my son was very young.


I love my portable computer too:




Def Leppard Retrospective; A Fan Looks Back At Over Twenty Years of Music & More



I turned thirty-six this December in this year, 2004, which is rapidly becoming 2005. My son is now eight and I look back as a 30's somethinger, so if I use terms you're not familiar with just chalk it up to my frame of reference; growing up in the late seventies and eighties. Being of age in the nineties and living on my own with roommates until finally pairing up with the love of my life, Jack, I can honestly say the nineties were good years.

Rick had that horrible accident on New Year' Eve 1984 that left him an amputee. That changed things dramatically for them and as a fan for me as well. I felt terrible for Rick during those first few weeks. I sent him a card with photos of me wearing a pink vest I still have today that I might be motivated to take a picture of myself wearing to add here at some point in time. I was juggling in the photos and looked really into what I was doing, having just learned that year at the 'Ren Fair' as we Rennies referred to it as, I really enjoyed doing it for people. That was from the first set of pics of me doing it ever taken and was the first snail mail I ever sent to the band, despite having a big soft spot for their music in my heart before this.

I sit here typing away in Word, thinking about what I want to share and many things come to my mind instantly. How I want to get across what it was like living with only four TV stations, NO video games-pinball yeah, pool tables and bumper pool yeah. But it was such a radically different world then, a world far away from this day and age of wireless technology, websites and web-hosting email and digital photography. It was a world where eight tracks meant something other then a literal number of tracks-it meant a tape cassette, the most primitive form of getting tunes in your car besides radio stations.

Many of you probably have DVD players in your vans or trucks, or maybe you have a CD Radio stereo. I have a cassette radio with scratchy speakers, so I mostly listen to CD's with wireless headphones I adore that I got for Christmas last year. Like now, when I am working at my computer I like to listen to music. And I have owned a lot of music over the years, adding to my collection whenever I could. I actually have a couple heavy-duty garbage bags with my old albums and forty-fives, along with boxes of old semi-working cassette tapes. So to hear music on the computer speaker system is a nice feeling compared to my memories of warped tapes or scratched records.

Def Leppard have their own completely unique sense of sound and style that might have been imitated, but over the years they truly have ruled in my heart as my number one favorite group of musicians ever. Even now sitting here after thinking about the new 'Best of Def Leppard' CD & DVD set coming out I really can't wait, the excitement is the same as when I was the FIRST person in Pinellas county to BUY "Adrenalize" at the Peaches Records store there at MIDNIGHT! Of course I am graying at the temples, and I still use a wheelchair, but am trying walking again with the old leg tightened in because I've lost weight and it no longer fit properly.

I remember my parents setting up a trip to Mexico when I was about twelve or thirteen. We had a video game thing called an 'Intellivisionï' by Mattel and I loved it. Mother took me to Camelot Music at Countryside Mall and got me like $120 bucks worth of stuff-she got me EVERY album Def Leppard HAD available because I asked, those along with two more Rick Springfield albums all on tape. I walked out of that store armed to the teeth with distractions to help me weather the two weeks during October that they were to be gone. I missed them dreadfully and it wasn�t a good time for me, but that isn't the point.

The point is that having my headphones (big Radio Shack $40 ones that if you know what kind I mean you understand that they are to be nicely put, very awkward to wear but their quality rocks so you put up with it because it was the best you could get) and my 'Intellivision' I managed to get through it. I had my aunt and uncle to look after me so I was all right, don't feel bad for little old me. I had already fallen madly in love with the poetic lyrical stylings of Def Leppard and it was like falling in love all over again! The album Pyromania was literally on FIRE! But High & Dry along with On Through the Night, were my two next favorite albums, I bought them only knowing 'Bringing On The Heartbreak', a practice known as buying something on blind faith.

I was tested interestingly enough to note here, during this period of my life and calculated to have a college level reading skill judging from the tests the school gave me. I had read and really devoured J.R.R. Tolkien's The Lord of the Rings trilogy-it was unbelievable to me that there were three more books to the saga that 'The Hobbit' began for me in elementary school. The public library was awesome; beyond books I was able to go get other bands on vinyl albums, like Kiss, AC/DC among others were at my fingertips. Music was a powerful influence on me and definitely affected the way I looked at the world around me. This began early on in my life with the seventies music my parents listened to that rubbed off onto me.

Today for a pre-Christmas gift to the family we got a Ms. Pacman game controller thing that has like five games in it along with Ms. Pacman. When I was growing up THAT was the arcade quality of the game. Just looking back makes me smile because I still enjoy watching Jack play video games and I was enjoying watching my son playing on this Pole Position driving game tonight. I don't like to play video games as much anymore for some reason, perhaps relating to the traumatic memory of the accident that I was involved with Jack that I nearly died as a result of in the fall of 1987. It's like my nervous system jumps and I can't control the game well enough to really enjoy it. Watching is my thing.

True fans of Def Leppard will know 'Hysteria' came out in summer of that same year and if you know that chances are you might recall it as being the last album you saw on vinyl by the guys. Regardless of that what I am trying to convey here is that up to that point they had yet to disappoint me musically; their earlier work was raw and free spirited, something I found I heavily identified with. Originally I didn't enjoy all of Hysteria at first, it wasn't until later when I was stuck in a hospital bed with nothing to do but listen to my tape collection, that I began looking deeper at the other songs. My tape wallet (a plastic case that folded and could hold six cassette tapes) held mostly Def Leppard tapes and a couple others that meant a lot to me at that time.

Sure I totally loved 'Women', 'Animal', 'Rocket', 'Hysteria' and my long awaited favorite 'Love Bites'. I say that because I had read an old 'Kerrang' (a UK magazine I could get a record shop) that had a track listing for what they thought might get onto 'Hysteria' though it was only in its earlier stages. Some titles I naturally was very eager to hear in action, although one I thought sounded interesting from the title alone, 'Ring of Fire' was not on Hysteria. Around that time I had seen the first actual airing of the remixed 'Bringing on the Heartbreak' with Joe wearing that green pantsuit with sweatbands and brooding expression. It was like ten PM at night and I was babysitting two homes away from my place. It had been played by mistake and debuted officially two weeks later on MTV as a World Premiere Video.

I remember being at a pool party for friends celebrating eight weeks of being together, working at the Largo Renaissance Festival, when I first heard the song 'Me & My Wine'. It was quite an experience and I remember how I went out and got another up to date copy of 'High & Dry' on vinyl and tape just to have those two added tracks. The ending part of that song, the part that is mostly guitar, Switch 625; that was a special addition that sometimes you got lucky and the radio station let it play through back in the day before they'd released the re-mixed version. If they hadn't been sold out at the Pyromania tour back in 1984 I would have gone with a neighbor to see them live at fourteen. I really loved those years and look back with a fondness untainted by events destined to happen later in life.


So when Hysteria was first released you could say I was in a much different mindset then I was previously with the more recent albums after 1988. Once I had become an amputee myself and seen Def Leppard perform New Year's Eve 1987, exactly eight days after I was released from the hospital, that I had the pleasure of seeing Def Leppard live for the very first time. I was struck by how I managed to pick out Rick Allen air drumming to the opening act's show, probably thinking that no one could have possibly seen him, but I had. I was in the 'handicapped' section that was in use before they were doing the 'Live in the Round' setup. I was right above their dressing room and my mother had gone to the bathroom so there I was there all by myself-holding a red and white pom pom, the small kind you get at a high school pep rally.

Red and white are the school colors of my high school and so it was I had brought it with me to the concert. Rick made eye contact with me though it was only over several moments as he walked inside the dressing room and looked up at me waving frantically. I was unable to even stand up at the time because my right leg was broken in seven places and had twelve pins and two plates in it yet I had made it there. The unspoken communication we had was significant to me, enough so that I actually cried. I was that moved by it and the concert that followed. It was the first memorable concert I would attend of theirs and that it was done on an anniversary for Rick made it even more special to me. That he was able to play on a night like that showed me that I too could find the courage to face what was changed in my life since becoming disabled.

So when I saw them later in 1988 when they played two nights in a row at the Lakeland Civic center it was really awesome in and of itself, but I also got to have my picture taken with Rick Allen earlier in the afternoon in front one of the tour buses so that was our second meeting and one I would never forget. One obvious difference between the 1987 show and the 1988 one (other then it now being done 'In the Round') was that they played 'Love Bites' and a few others that were missed in the first leg of the Hysteria tour. Another plus was that I ended up meeting them like the day after the second show, Joe had gone to Fort Lauderdale to have his throat looked at but I met Rick Allen, Rick Savage and Phil Collen.

I asked for them to sign some tour books and gave them a copy of a newspaper article where I had been on the front page of the local newspaper, a story under 'Accident Victim Walks Away With New Support' that is still archived on their paper's website. Without the pics of course, but I am going to see if I can't perhaps add that to my site here on cyber-soup pamster.net somehow. This article was done on me for a couple of reasons. The day of the accident, there was a photographer at the elementary school about a thousand feet away and she took a black and white photograph of me lying impaled on to my Honda Twinstar. I have it, digitized, it's horrific, they would not even tell me it existed until I was out of the woods and out of ICU. 6 Days, and then when they told me? I wasn't allowed to see it until I was gearing up to be discharged. That is how bad this particular photo was.

Because of that being in the paper the morning after it happened, my family and friends were very upset. Mainly school friends who might have seen that disturbing image of my body facedown on top of the bike, my legs hopelessly entangled. Easily able to see my eyebrows that were tightly frowned together which shows that I was indeed conscious during some parts of this initial trauma. They wouldn't let me even see this photograph until December after I was already on the Rehabilitation floor of Bayfront. Because I lived and called telling someone there that, before I had ever sat up in a wheelchair again, I told them to print an update saying that I was doing 'Very, very well'.



Because Joe Elliott wasn't there I asked Rick to see that he got to see the article and we shot some photos together. I really enjoyed the forty-five minutes we shared there in front of the Tampa Hyatt; even then I had a feeling that our paths would cross again and I was right they would. I had a friend, an ex and former friend gone romantic who had assimilated some of my Def Leppard paraphernalia during our break up, but he was the spitting image of the virtual reality character in the cool Rock Video, "Let's Get Rocked!" named Flynn. The main difference however was JR had been born with cataracts so his eyesight was not the best: his glasses magnified his big blue eyes to superhuman proportions.

Now here I was, back in 1994, during the Adrenalize tour, a local radio station offered two front row seats to the show for a banner judged to be the best made with certain conditions, 1) it had to have '95 YNF Rocks the Bay With Def Leppard! Written on it 2) had to be original and creative and something made within five days of the announcing of the contest, the show being that weekend. Well I don't mean to brag, but I did not need to be a rocket scientist to be able to ensure my banner won. My mother who always supported my love of their music helped me. We went on a mission: to gather supplies we needed to make a poster off my walls come to life on a white bed sheet, with color and exact precise lettering, as that too was something I was quite practiced at making.





I called that night, after mother took me out and had made enlargements of the poster for us to use to help transfer the image onto the sheet. I remember talking to a DJ there asking him, "I am in a wheelchair, I have seen Def Leppard three times from the handicapped sections. If I win that banner contest, and trust me I wouldn't be asking if I wasn't certain I have what it takes to do just that, so please humor me. If I win can I still go front row despite having a wheelchair?" He told me confidently, "Honey if you did win yes, we'd make sure you got to go front row, no problem."
I remember laughing and telling him, "I want you to know you're talking to the winner. My banner will put any others to shame, trust me. I'm from a family of artists and I just have to make sure before I begin that I won't run into trouble when it's judged as best there." I told him to mention it to the others there because I wasn't kidding. He told me a lot of people have called up about the contest and he told me he hoped I didn't get my hopes up and again I reiterated that there was no way I could lose with the design I had come up with. When the day of the concert came it was more then just my banner that looked awesome.

The banner was full color and can be seen here with me sitting by it-this condition it is in now is nothing compared to when it was all fresh and the yellow from the Def Leppard lettering I did was crisp and lively. My stepfather, my mother and I went to work on it for three days and it had a day to set into the cloth. We had it stretched out and held onto a long partition of paneling. Bede, my step father made good use of paneling and had developed techniques that we used to create that banner you see there in its current, older worn state.

I also made a blue jean vest with the Eyeball album cover for Adrenalize straight out of the video along with a ball cap and special tee shirt for JR to wear that only existed in the 'Let's Get Rocked' video on the character, of Flynn. It was free handed of course, but we even had his costume setup to have matching studded bracelet and red sweat bands. It was kind of eerie how close he was to the strange weird looking character of the video. When we were front row, I have to admit between seeing me there with a bad perm, a red shiny sequin covered bow tie. Wearing of all things, Zebra printed spandex I bought from the local beloved Renn Faire, with the banner up in front of me, I didn't get to experience Joe's expression completely when he came around our side of the stage.

I saw him put both hands up to his head like he was holding his jaw up after being shocked silly, then he took like a few paces backwards and that was the only time he was by our side of the stage. However Rick knew it was me, I had written a letter to him, because I was just that certain I had that contest won, which I totally did with planning and hard work. The DJ was surprised by the banner, mine was the only one to have any type of picture-the rest mostly were like spray painted words. As you can judge for yourselves, mine really did deserve to win and the smile Rick gave me after that show was just wonderful, I could tell he knew it was me.

I would have thrown it (the banner itself) onstage but you know what? With all that planning and hard work did I figure on taking some pics of it ahead of time? Nope. Big drawback when you meant to be able to let go of it. So it just goes to show that even with the best-laid plans, you can still forget to think of everything. If I had it to do over again, I would take pictures before we left to go to the concert so that I could have thrown the banner up to Rick Allen after the show. But I just didn't trust myself to make it all the way up to him without dropping it or a security guy intercepting it and taking it away or something.

That taught me that you really have to just live your life really experience it every moment of every day. I stood for as much of that concert as I could and if I had thought about it more, I probably would have brought my prosthetic leg to use to help stand. There is much to my own story and I hope that you were entertained by my sharing some of my own memories over the past twenty odd years that Def Leppard has been part of my life. I think that it would be nice if Rick somehow got to read this, but even if he never does, itï's enough that I have shared it for others who think that dreams can't come true. If you are motivated enough to work hard you can overcome anything you put your mind to.

Coming soon, my look back at the albums of Def Leppard. Thank you for checking out my look back at the past twenty years of my being part of the Def Leppard fandom. In the next piece I plan I will share some of how it was being pregnant when Slang was out, how I wished I could have gone to see it live, but just couldn't. Then look back at the recent efforts of this really inspiring group of guys from England, Def Leppard.

The Legend of Writopia

"Come closer now children and hear the tale of a magical place, called Writopia, not far away in time-space from us."
The white-haired, old woman sat in her rocking chair, swaying in it rhythmically, wrapped in the pale blue shawl she always had with her, as she beckoned us to sit around her feet. She was a sweet old lady, who adored telling us kids stories of magic and making magic. She adjusted her precious shawl around her shoulders and looked us each in the eye as she went on. Oh we couldn’t wait for her to go on!
"In this realm there were many people, an entire community of thinkers and wizards, who spent hours a day writing their spells and incantations. There was a great castle, but instead of having a king live in it, it housed books of all kinds. It was the first and largest living library, with the thinkers and wizards adding to it all the time with works of their own."
Miss Virginia always told the best stories and I had never heard of Writopia before. We all looked around from one to another, each sharing his unspoken confusion as to whether this was a new story, or a secret story she only told once in a blue moon for good kids of the neighborhood. We knew we were her favorite kids from the loving ways she offered us lemonade and cookies all the time. She liked our company. Hearing her stories was an honor all four of us were proud of.
"Everyone in Writopia had helped to build a huge gathering hall where the great thinkers, wizards and poets would meet to share with each other, reviews of their written works that had been submitted to the citizenry for approval and feedback. It was a wondrous place, with long cherry wood tables that they would break bread with each other for special celebrations.
They went all out at these festivals they held six times a year. Peoples from all over the world came to partake of the vast gallery of well-written works. Schools in the magical Writopia were a lot like ours nowadays, but with one major difference. In Writopia, the children are taught to make their make believe happen. In the mind first then through the hand to paper. They taught about the intimacy of writing, the power it has to take a reader places they never dreamed existed."
Her hazel eyes glistened as she spoke and when she laughed her voice was like a singing bird greeting the new day. We sat memorized, in awe of her story where such things could happen that the mind thinks up. I wore the same grin each of my friends wore; it was obvious she hadn’t told this to anyone in a long time, her voice described it to us, but it was her face that added to our excitement because of the animated manner she was talking to us in this afternoon.
"My grandfather told me about Writopia, and his grandmother told him as a young boy. Some stories are not written down children, but many are. Maybe someday one of you will write about Writopia. Would you like living there children?"
She raised her eyebrows questioning each of us with her shining eyes. Tom, Jack, Lisa and I all nodded in turn. It sounded wonderful. Miss Virginia smiled as she rocked in her beloved rocker and went on to tell us about the ruler of Writopia.
"The Ruler or Writopia isn’t a person as you might think. No, the Ruler of Writopia is the Golden Rule, which is ‘Do unto others as you would have done unto you,’ it was the wisest and fairest ruler ever to rule a citizenry. Of course there were councils of different genres, who would serve as guides for others. You see when you wrote something powerful in Writopia, the characters are alive there with you living out the stories you’ve written for them."
The afternoon sunshine was dwindling and we felt our bellies rumbling, but our minds were eager to be filled with visions of such a place where magical beings and creations of people could exist harmoniously with one another. Our bicycles sat patiently waiting for us to jump on them to ride home just in time to wash up for dinner.
"There are many stories I can tell you of the wizards and other inhabitants of Writopia, but let me just tell you of its formation. Would you all like that? I see our time grows short and I have just enough to finish."
"Yes Miss Virginia, I would really love to hear more about the festivals and some of the people there. How come you never told us about it before?" I was always the bold one of our neighborly gang of friends.
"Well, Jason, that’s because I wanted to wait for the perfect time to tell you, and now that you’re all a little bit older then you used to be, this seemed like the perfect time to share the story. What do you think? Well, in the time before Writopia was created, there were many dissatisfied souls grouping together. Disheartened that what the saw around them was badly depicted scenes of domination and censored manipulation. All around them was senseless war, brutal torture of innocents in the name of a common good no one recognized any longer.
These brave people were scared to stay powerless forever, when the burning desire for true creative freedom was so strong within so many. They banded together to form the Writopian Council, where they would discuss plans for their great city to be built. The cost was irrelevant as the members of the council all pitched in their secondary skills to create a most impressive Castle and several surrounding villages. They left the bondage of Monarchy to build the grand castle I spoke of. Shaping it with their artist pads and energetic physical labor.
When they had finished, many new friends arrived and since many hands make light work, the castle was finished in record time. They had farms on the outskirts and the farmers were as respected as the keepers of the writings in the grand hall of wisdom. Everyone worked for the common good of all since the rule was simple and fair, everyone was happy. The Festival of Founding was a grand celebration of the anniversary of the first nights in the castle."
Miss Virginia rocked casually, and gestured slightly as she spoke. We were all ears, imagining the great feast and all the people celebrating.
"No one ever dared invade Writopia. It was well protected by all the magical spells that had been chanted in the name of honesty and fairness. Because there were many of these strong and hearty folk who wrote poetry by night and grew luscious ears of yellow sweet corn by day. In Writopia you could never judge a man just on look alone. That is what separated the citizens of Writopia from the cities around it; their devotion to their Writopian way of living was so important all else matters not. Not war, crime, hatred or depravation. These things existed in the minds of people in Writopia, but they were given life on paper so no one was hurt."
She looked out over the yard towards a slowly passing car. Miss Virginia was in her sixties and in the fading light of the day, she looked almost ethereal with wisps of her white hair curling around her face. She was so colorful in her descriptions you could close your eyes, visualizing as she spoke.
"The characters were like phantoms; coming to the authors who envisioned them and needed their cooperation to make their stories more powerful then just thinking one up without contemplating every step of the way. Things were created in Writopia from needs. Needs of the writers, wizards and poets. It was a marvelous place for all to behold. Although it had the power to take you to the darkest reaches of the human psyche as well as to illuminate your soul.
Censorship was unheard of in Writopia and only ever happened elsewhere. It was the perfect balance of hope and faith, inspiration and determination. It was a triumphant day when they opened their castle doors for the first time. Can you imagine what the dinner tables must have looked like? Oh my, it’s that time my friends. I hope you enjoyed hearing about Writopia. Hope to see you tomorrow for another story or two."
We all rose to stretch and wave our farewells to our beloved storyteller. I could see my friends’ eyes were just as satisfied as my own were. The vision of such a place would fill our minds for months, maybe even years.
Welcome to Brain's Afire, a home for my writings, composed over the decades I've been writing. This short story won a Mentor's Award as Best in my Writing class. I was part of a Fiction 99' a free online class offered by Writers Village University. They offer wonderful classes and if you're looking to get some feedback on your style this group of people are dedicated to making better writers of anyone willing to try.
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