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.