Fly on the Wall

  Well hello my darling darling subscribers! Are you all ready to hear about this epic time travel escapade? Well first I have to warn you this destination is not like any other that I've been on and the content of this story is not suitable for children. So, prepare yourself for this adventure.

  This past week I was assigned to explore the murder case of a Mr. Wright, whose "murderer" escaped from jail.  His wife is the alleged suspect, and apparently the only one who could have committed such a crime.  I find this faulty personally. Upon the investigation the investigators ruled out the possibility of someone coming into the home and merely focused on the wife and her motive to kill. Yet they found none.

  I decided this was an adventure not to meddled with, so I took my place as a fly on the wall. 

I fly into the kitchen to find a woman cleaning a table. In comes a man. He tells her to fix him something to eat. She goes to do so. He takes a seat at the table ans begins to talk. "Woman why don't you love me anymore? Like yer used to." She remains silent. "Answer me," he yells. "I do love you John," she proclaims. "Naw naw. No you don't. I'll tell ya what ya love. That damn bird. I tell ya I shoulda never wasted no money on the darned thing for your ungrateful behind. What the hell is taking you so long?" He walks over to her and yanks her hair back. "Don't you hear me gal." "Stop it John. Stop it," she begs. He pulls her down to the ground and drags her into the next room. I follow. While crouching on the floor with her hair still in his hands, he says to her, "Now what do I gotta do to get yer attention gal?" He begins to kiss her roughly as she sobs like a baby. "You can't kiss yer husband nie? Too good, eh. Well I'll show you." He gets up after pushing her into the ground more and walks over to the birdcage. He yanks it open and snatches the yellow canary out. She pleads for him not to hurt her bird. He gets angrier at her love for the bird and snaps it's neck. "Nooooooo," she cries. He throws the dead bird at her then asks, "Now if that were me would ya still do all that carryin' on? Hmph." He looks at her in disgust then continues, "You used to be such a pretty thang. Nie you only good for one thing, so get on upstairs and get ready for it." She takes too long for him so he snatches her clothes off and drags her upstairs. (By now it saddens me that I have to follow.) Once in the bedroom, I watch as he has his way with her then falls asleep a pleased man. Mrs. Wright sits on the bed looking disturbed as if her body is there but her mind in another place. She looks at him in his slumber before quietly rising off the bed. She returns to the front room where she grabs a beautiful box and the bird from the floor. She wraps the bird in a piece of silk and places it in the box. She realizes she is shaking so in an attempt to calm her nerves, she grabs her quilt and begins to finish it. It didn't look to be helping at all. She appeared to be thinking when suddenly there is a knock at the door. It's a tall man, whom she is more than happy to see. He appears to be her lover. I'm shocked. She tells him what happened and says, "Harry it's time I cannot do this anymore. Go out to the shed and grab the rope I have some rigging to do." 

  Surprisingly, she did kill him. I was hoping she hadn't but given her situation, could you really blame her? Although, I cannot help but to think she caused this misfortune upon herself with her affair. For every decision there is always a consequence, be careful in the decisions you make because you never know what the outcome may be until it happens. Until next time darlings. Peace love and go lightly. Holly out.

Call it Fate

Hello, my darling subscribers! You all will never guess what happened in my time-traveling life this past week. My old, or shall I say young, simply because he’s actually from the future, friend of mine, Savage (Sa-vaay) came to visit me.  I told him all about my assignment, plans, and time-travel destination, so of course he was down for the ride. We traveled to the land of Thebes, decade of Oedipus the King, and wanted to play around with the idea of prophecy. With him he brought the Provocationator, a device that challenges theories, actions, etc.  It was essential to our quest because, on this journey, we decided to take the backseat and see what happened once the theory of prophecy was challenged.

Now for those of you who don’t know the great tale of Oedipus, I will simply sum it up for you.  Oedipus was originally born of King Laios and Queen Iacoste of Thebes, but, once warned of a terrifying prophecy the king and queen send the child out to be killed. He ends up in the hands of the king and queen of Corinth who name him Oedipus because of is swollen and pierced feet, a result of his exile, and raise him as their son.  Curious as to what this horrible prophecy had to be?  Well, Oedipus was to kill his father and marry his mother, which, as prophesied,he did.

You may be asking, why I chose to challenge this prophecy.  This is because I cannot help but wonder if this fate would have come because it was prophesied or because actions were taken to avoid it.  Perhaps, the knowledge of the prophecy itself made the fate come to pass.  Either way, I was going to find out.

In order to have a challenge you need a challenger or an alternate, so Savage and I figured it would be best to challenge the theory in two ways.  The first included not warning King Laios of the prophecy. And oh boy, how that turned out.

King Laios and Queen Iacoste welcome home a beautiful baby boy, Laiotis.  Everything in the palace seems as normal as can be, yet, as Laiotis grows older he wishes to be more and more like his father.  He believes he could a better king than his father, even though the kingdom loves him.  He even believes he could be a greater husband and lover to his mother, whom is too vain to care either way. In his private hours, Laiotis practices his walk, he practices his talk, even his gestures just to that of his father’s.  He grows to hate Laios more and more everyday, and so comes forth with a plan to murder him on a fishing trip the two will take.  On the road to the lake, Laiotis picks a fight with a gang, a group of thugs he is actually friends with, who appear to be stealing. In the mix of the brawl, he slithers behind Laios and kills him.  When he returns home with his father’s corpse, he tells everyone he and Laios were no match for the gang and there was nothing he could have done to stop his father’s death.  He says the king’s last wish was for his son to take his place as rightful king beside his mother.  Iacoste has no declaration against it because she is too vain to be anything other than a queen and would hate to give up her crown, so she marries Laiotis.

In the second challenge, we thought it would be interesting to see what would happen if King Laios was warned of the prophecy but decided not to kill the child and raise him anyway.

King Laios and Queen Iacoste are warned of a dreaded prophecy.  They are told the child will murder Laios and marry Iacoste.  At first, they are shocked. Then, they are horrified.  King Laios thinks to himself, “What would a fool do? A fool would put his problems into the hands of another”, then he spoke. “I shall keep my unborn child and raise him to love me...so that he does not kill me.” And so it was.  They bore a child and name himed Eliy.  As Eliy grew the king spoiled him and showered him with the love of only a father can.  He taught the boy how to fight and made him strong as a bull.  The king loved his son and was proud of the young man he was growing to be.  Iacoste, was proud of the young man her only son was becoming as well.  She secretly taught him some things of her own, incest may it be called.  She loved her son as a babe, but as he grew into this young strong man, her love grew to fond.  She wanted to marry her son, so one day, as the two lay in bed, she said, “You’re father doesn’t love you like I love you.  He only raised you to love him so that you do not kill him.”  “What do you mean,” asked a confused Eliy.  She simply responded with the prophecy and convinced him to kill his father.  Hence, Eliy wanted revenge against him because he felt tricked out of his destiny.  They plan to poison the king, take his crown, and run away together to get married.  So one night, Eliy slips the poison into the king’s wine, at his bedside while Iacoste is distracting him in bed.  He died that night. And so Iacoste and Eliy were gone that night as well.  

If you all could have seen my face, when this all came about.  I was so amazed as to how the prophecy still came true no matter the elements that effected it.  Safe to say we stood no chance to theory of prophecy.  Be it so, everyone is simply powerless to the infamous lady we call Fate.  So what’s your’s and are you ready for it, whatever it may be? This has been Holly, over and out.

Man Goes Crazy

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Man Goes Crazy

So, boss told me I have to write this incredible headlining story, "The Discovery of Goodman Brown". Now at first I didn't know who the heck this Goodman Brown was, so I did my research. Turns out he was this alleged lunatic, believed to be an instrument of the dark arts, converting souls to the likes of the devil himself. 

 He was the lead suspect of a huge case on the disappearance of numerous people in his town.  I was able to get a hold of some of the case records, including his interviews, which contained very dark and graphic material. He spoke of a walk to a ceremony of fire in the woods, he once endured.  “If one is to walk along this trail,darkness will grow on the inside and out. One’s Faith will be challenged, and you may be deceived, but in the end you will belong to Him.”  Apparently after this walk, he became a very dark man.  

"On the Sabbath day, when the congregation were singing a holy psalm, he could not listen because an anthem of sin rushed loudly upon his ear and drowned all the blessed strain. When the minister spoke from the pulpit with power and fervid eloquence, and, with his hand on the open Bible, of the sacred truths of our religion, and of saint-like lives and triumphant deaths, and of future bliss or misery unutterable, then did Goodman Brown turn pale, dreading lest the roof should thunder down upon the gray blasphemer and his hearers. Often, waking suddenly at midnight, he shrank from the bosom of Faith; and at morning or eventide, when the family knelt down at prayer, he scowled and muttered to himself, and gazed sternly at his wife, and turned away. And when he had lived long, and was borne to his grave a hoary corpse, followed by Faith, an aged woman, and children and grandchildren, a goodly procession, besides neighbors not a few, they carved no hopeful verse upon his tombstone, for his dying hour was gloom."

They didn't even mark his tombstone when he died. Wow! Until now, he was presumed to be only an urban legend, warning its listeners of deceitfulness. Turns out the case was dismissed for lack of evidence and all the people who disappeared eventually kept coming back anyway. Crazy story. I’m honored to report it. Happy to make my way closer to that office with the nice view.   

Rose for Emily

The morals of human beings do not always lie in the better welfare of others. People can be cruel to each other when in dislike of someone or even jealous of them.  The most common of actions to happen is the spread of gossip.  Gossip consists of fictitious stories jumping from one mouth to another.  These stories can sometimes be the cruelest of stories or plain unbelievable.  In small towns, where everybody knows everybody, gossip is more than alive, it is part of the community.

Take the life of Miss Emily of Grierson for example.  A woman of noble and prestigious blood, who never had the intent of hurting anyone or looked for any trouble.  Although this is who Miss Emily was, her neighbors did not see her as this person.  She was the talk of the town.  Everything Miss Emily did sent her town into whispers.  The town looked at her family to uphold noblesse oblige and see themselves as better than everyone else.  In fact, they praised when her father died because then were able to finally have pity on her and see her as a human.

Once the whispering starting, the town began to see less of Miss Emily, because she did not want the attention she so often received when she did go out.  Such as the time she went to purchase arsenic to rid her house of mice.  The townspeople were sure she would kill herself instead.  

The only time the town showed any delight for her was when she met her beloved, of whom they took to as a homosexual and believed would soon walk out on her.  They had hope for her while pitying her at the same time.  

The oxymoronic behavior drove Miss Emily to keep herself locked away in her home, never to be judged in the eye of the public or the root of the ever spreading gossip.