Believe

The man knew he was destined for greatness.

How could he not be?

Those closest to him filled his world with praise.

He could do no wrong.

The world was his because he wanted it.

He worked for it.

He earned it.

Or so he had been told.

He started to believe in predestined futures.

A ruling class to protect the lower class.

He would be their protector.

But would they see it that way?

The new rules designed to protect them.

From themselves.

From their own poverty.

It was for their own good.

They were destined to be controlled.

Weren’t they?

They would believe it was for their own good?

Won’t they?

Belief is a double-edged sword.

He believed he could control them.

He believed they wanted to be controlled.

They believed in freedom.

Free from his world of power and control.

He will come to believe them.

Won’t he?


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I ruined your fun
before it even begun
with one little widget
and a carefully chosen digit

Try as you might
no matter your plight
you will never know
even the first domino

Decisions were made
oh, how you strayed
far from the rules
following so many fools

Nudes are not for you
until you get a clue
life is a test
you’ve just begun the quest

Locked out you will stay
don’t offer to pay
your fun shielded by a pin
now take it on the chin

One day when you’re grown
and your son has a phone
it will be your turn
teaching a lesson to learn.


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Behind the Wall

George and Jenny met in college, had a whirlwind romance and married the day after graduation. They moved to Green Mountain for George’s job as the book restorer for the local historical society. The town was not very large, so they were quite happy to learn George’s position came with a house.

“Oh, honey,” Jenny said, clutching George’s arm as they stepped out of the taxi. “Look at it. It’s so beautiful. Are you sure this is the right address?”

George chuckled and patted her arm. “Yes, it is. Melanie sent me photos. I just wanted to see your face when you saw it the first time.” He flashed the charming grin that caught her eye four years ago in the library stacks.

He dangled the house key in front of her. She giggled with delight, grabbing the key, and ran up the front steps of the three-story Victorian. As she opened the door, she could swear that she heard a little voice say ‘hello’. The inside of the home was immaculate. The wood banister lured her upstairs, calling her to see the rest of the house. On the second floor was a library that could their whole apartment in it. Floor to ceiling book shelves were filled with classics and unfamiliar leather-bound books.

“Thought I’d find you in here.” George laughed. “You could always smell the written word.”

“Oh, shush,” she said, spinning in a circle, laughing. “This is amazing…no, it’s beyond amazing, its magical.”

Their first week in the house passed blissfully and early Saturday morning, while George still slept, Jenny tiptoed into the library to take in more words. There wasn’t a book she didn’t like and there were enough books in there to keep her happy for years. Curled up in a large, comfortable chair that sat on the second floor of the library, she dozed while reading of a traveler through a strange land of mystics, fairies, and pesky trolls.

“Wakey, wakey,” George said, tickling her bare feet.

In her dream, a dog was licking her feet and she woke herself up laughing. “You brute! I was having such a great dream.” She playfully slapped George on the arm, laughing.

“This is a great room, isn’t it?” he asked, looking around. I could stay in here forever.”

“So could I.” Jenny looked around the room and sighed. “Hmm…”

“What?”

“I never noticed that book before,” she said, pointing to a tiny book on the third shelf across the room from her chair. “It looks like is glistening. Is that gold lettering?”

George shrugged. “Don’t know.”

Together they walked over to the book, pulled it from the shelf, and looked at the gold lettering. “Behind the Wall,” Jenny read, running her fingers over the book.

Just as she read the title, mist swirled around the couple and they were no longer standing on the second floor of the library in their Victorian home. They were now in the middle of a lush forest with fireflies, fairies, dragons, and other fantastical creatures around them, welcoming them to the world behind the wall.

Melanie let herself into the house when George didn’t come to work for the third day. The house was empty. “Lost another one,” she said on the phone to Francis. On her way out, she could swear she heard the house laughing.


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The Signal

If you have not read, Before the War, please do so before reading this. This story takes place immediately after the events in that story.


 

The future leader laughed, looking at himself in the mirror. “Sometimes I even amaze myself at how easy this is.” He adjusted his tie, took a deep breath, and installed his trademark smile. A smile that said ‘trust me’ to the ignorant and ‘fear me’ to others. Not yet in the spotlight, he is happy to stand in the shadows of others…plotting…planning…waiting.

His closest advisor was careful to make his presence known elsewhere while the plans were set in motion for tonight’s conference. Movie premiers, sporting events, even the occasional night out on the town. Private photographers followed everyone, ready to jump into the paparazzi fray ensuring the ignorant would believe their story. Belief was essential to the plan’s success.

“Sir?” the advisor asked, knocking on the green room’s door.

The future leader opened the door, looking quite the professional dashing his trademarked smile. “Well?” he asked, as his advisor entered the room and closed the door behind him.

“It’s all set. Payment was received as you instructed. They are announcing their pick.” He pulled up the live news conference on his phone and both men watched as, despite having a large popular lead, the third party pulled out, leaving their target alone on the stage. Both men laughed knowing the false reports released to their media sources had worked. They had expended significant effort prodding the dark recesses of their life, turning up little more than a parking ticket. After the first false report was bought by the masses, they knew their effort was worth it.

“Excellent.” He took a deep breath knowing his plan was now failproof. “They are so easy, aren’t they?”

“They, sir?”

“That man was squeaky clean. A model citizen and worthy opponent. He cared about the ignorant. Warned them about people like me.” The future leader chuckled. “They couldn’t follow him though. He spoke of things they only dream about. Things like freedom and equality. He spoke of the dream, and we provided the reason they didn’t have those dreams. Ignorant people would not follow him. Thankfully for us though the powers that be designed a system, not for the ignorant, but for the wealthy. And where there’s wealth, there’s greed. One greedy link in there is all it took to seal our rise.”

His trusty advisor laughed, understanding fully the power and charisma of the man standing in front of him. The live news conference concluded, and the station announced that Jessica Mullbrook would be the Democratic candidate for President. “This will be fun…let the game commence.”

The future leader’s advisor remained in the green room watching on the television as the reporter announced there would be a live statement by the Republican Presidential candidate, Dom H. Nall.

Dom approached the podium on the stage, cleared his throat, flashed his trademark grin and congratulated Miss Mullbrook on her win. “I look forward to our debates.”

In the green room, Nash was busy setting the next stage of their plan in action as instructed by Dom.

To be continued

 


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