Month: April 2014

The Secret: Part III

Its scary how one small decision can change the entire rest of your life. I made a poor choice getting into that guy’s truck, but hell, it wasn’t my fault. He looked familiar. I didn’t know where, but I saw that guy before. It only took me a short while to discover just who he was.

His picture was all over town. He was running for council at the time. Honest politician, ya right!

He took me to his house, not mine. Duct tape over an eleven year old’s mouth didn’t take  long to put the fear of God in me, that’s for sure. My hands and feet were bound with the stuff as well. I felt like a hog tied cow. At first he wasn’t violent, but the violence got worse when I cried to go home. As bad as home  was, it was better than this.

He didn’t allow  me to descend the stairs. Rather, he threw me down into the hole. I can still feel the pain in my legs as I hit the hard concrete floor. My legs were never the same.

He made me do things. Terrible things. The old  bastard had a camera rolling the entire  time. I recognized some of the men in the room, but the drugs he fed me took away any chances I had of running away. He made me do things with them too. I still remember their laughs and taunts. Hell I was eleven!

I did escape though. He got sloppy and left the door open one day. I ran out and for home. Of course nobody would believe me when I tried to tell them where I was. My mom didn’t care anyway. As long as she got to spend time with her new man, she didn’t give a damn where I was.

How many times did I try to go back to his place? The first time I got caught, the cops nearly beat me to death. Trouble, that’s what they called me. My first stint in the Correctional Center for Delinquent Boys was even worst than the torture I suffered in the first place. I felt like I must have had a sign somewhere on my back that read “Feel free to abuse at will”. I wish I didn’t.

The second  time I got hauled in, I had followed him home. I approached him on  his front step. The cops must have been watching. Second term at the center was even worst than the first.

Two stints in the Fed Pen and now I have a criminal record. But I don’t  care.  I have it all here in my hand…

The tape.

The Secret: Part II

…Sixteen years ago

The sun that day shun, but the wind cut away any heat that it might have produced. Most of the townspeople were out walking, but despite it being late June, it was cold. Earmuffs and scarves were worn by most. Traffic that Sunday was light, as it often was on Sundays.

The roar from the wheels of a skateboard was the only sound that could be heard as a small boy with way too much hair soared across town. He had back wind, so the cool air was actually an ally for him. He cut to the left and rolled up to a gas station at the end of town.

He was a skinny boy, skin and bones but he carried an attitude that showed that he feared little that this life threw at him. His mom had several men, all of whom had little use for the boy. On this day, his mother chose to spend time with a new man, one who lived out of town.  On her way out, she dropped her son  off at a friend’s house. Before she left, she warned him not to get into trouble. Then she lit a cigarette and climbed into her newly found friend’s car and away they went.

When the boy arrived at the gas station, he went to the counter and asked to use the phone. There was a man at the counter paying for gasoline. The man seemed particularly interested in the boy. The attendant handed the phone to the boy.

First he called his grandfather. No answer.

Then he called his friend. No answer.

His last attempt was to call his aunt. Surely she would come and get him and let him spend the night. He crossed his fingers, possibly hoping someone would answer. When someone did, he asked if they could come and get him. He said that he was hungry and that he didn’t think his mom would be coming home for quite awhile. He explained that she did that a lot. The voice at the other end didn’t seem too anxious to come and get him. He pleaded with them.

“Need a ride? Where you headed?” the man at the counter asked.

“Holy Harbour” My aunt lives there.

“Get in my truck, I will take you wherever you want to go.” the man said. While he spoke to the boy, he wore a dangerous looking grin on his craggy face.

The boy grabbed his skateboard and climbed into the truck. Worried, the gas station attendant ran out and copied the licence number of the truck on a small notepad. Apparently the old man’s grin sent warning signals to him. Unfortunately for Tommy, he didn’t pick up on the possible danger of his actions.

The truck spun out of the parking lot and out of town. Police found the truck abandoned on the interstate. Neither the boy nor the old man was anywhere to be found.

The Secret: Part I

As the fireworks lit up the sky, a certain individual was planning his next move. He knew that most of the residents of Holy Harbour would be busy staring up at the night sky, which gave him plenty of time to enter their homes and take what was rightfully his…or at least that’s how he looked at it.

At just thirty years of age, Thomas Keeping was an expert at picking locks, and the lock on his latest home was a piece of cake.

After entering the old house, Thomas used his tiny LED flashlight to search the joint. He knew that if they had what he was looking for, it would certainly be hidden in a good spot. He avoided the common hiding places such as under beds, in closets, and in wall safes. This thing would be hidden in a spot where the police and other law enforcement officers would not look; primarily due to the content of the object.

Steve Kenning was considered a leader in the community. He owned several successful businesses and right now, he was serving as the judge for the entire area. To say that this guy held a ton of respect would be an understatement to say the least.  Steve practically held the key to the city. If he only knew that little Tommy Keeping was at his house right now, he would probably take his second heart attack in just six months.

After opening the closet door in the master bedroom, Thomas found a small hatch cut into the floor. Opening the hatch, he climbed down the creaky latter and onto a platform at the bottom. The air in the room smelled musty, and familiar.

After all those years, that smell was still there.

Using his trusty flashlight, he shun the beam from one wall to the next, scouring for something. Without success, he left that room and headed into the adjoining room. In this room, a cabinet was locked with a padlock. Using a crowbar that he carried in his backpack, Thomas pried the lock until it broke. He fumbled to open the doors, and then he stepped back. His knees weakened as he looked upon his prey.

Three trips to Juvy when he was a kid and two terms in the federal pen was worth it. He finally found it. He held it in his hands and nearly dropped the thing. Couldn’t drop it, he needed it as proof.

As he held his treasure, he thought that he heard something upstairs. Did he turn the light on? Did he remember to lock the door? At this point, he couldn’t remember. He took his newly found treasure and hid it in his backpack. He closed the cabinet doors and forced the lock back together best he could. Then he headed down the dark hallway and into another room. His light revealed a cage. He crawled in and shut the door. Everything was dark and silent as the noise upstairs began to move closer. Footsteps cracked on the hardwood floor upstairs as Thomas’ heart began to beat. Like thunder, the beats drowned out everything in the room.

“…Anyone down there?” The voice was all too familiar.


funnies: Week IV

Miss Beatrice, the church organist, was in her eighties and had never been married. She was admired for sweetness and kindness to all. One afternoon the pastor came to call on her and she showed him into her quaint sitting room. She invited him to have a seat while she prepared tea.

As he sat facing her old pump organ, the young minister noticed a cut-glass bowl sitting on top of it. The bowl was filled with water. In the water floated, of all things, a condom! When she returned with tea and scones, they began to chat. The pastor tried to stifle his curiosity about the bowl of water and its strange floater, but soon it got the better of him and he could no longer resist. “Miss Beatrice”, he said, “I wonder if you would tell me about this?” pointing to the bowl. “Oh, yes” she replied, “isn’t it wonderful?

I was walking through the park a few months ago and I found this little package on the ground. The directions said to place it on the organ, keep it wet and that it would prevent the spread of disease. Do you know I haven’t had the flu all winter!” The pastor fainted.

After Zion: A new beginning

Everything is spinning. I see others here as well, their bodies in constant movement in the blackness of this hell. Some I recognize, some not so much. One of them is yelling horrible things. Wait a minute, I seen this one before….Yes, he was one of the guards I beheaded earlier today.

I think it was today, I have no idea how long I am here, time doesn’t exist here in this sickening limbo. …


“We found another one. This one won’t stop crying!” he said, as he scooped the tiny child into his arms and cleaned the muddy water from her body.

Leaving the field where so many children mysteriously show up, he takes her to the compound where she will be tested by doctors and then brought to the place where a home will be found for her.

Lately so many mystery kids have been going out good homes, nobody knows where they come from, but are happy to have them in their lives. Some work out, most don’t. This one may not, at least not until the crying stops. She seems so nervous. She quivers at the slightest touch, and looks away if she is stared at. Truly a problem child.

Years pass and the child, now named Kimberley, has indeed been a problem. In and out of so many foster homes, she is always crying, sometimes even screaming. She is so afraid of everything and everyone around her. Such a pity. Her long blonde hair and her pretty face make adopting her out so easy, but her distrust often leads to home breakdown and she ends up back here in the facility.

Today a new family has come to see her. The man is a kind old soul, a long grey beard and flowing brown hair. His wife is also up in years, but her kind voice almost calms the tiny child, who despite her seven years, barely speaks, and shies away from strangers and staff workers alike.

The old couple take her home and do everything they can for the little girl, who seems to be responding to their kindness.


“Where am I?” he asks. Nobody responds. He hears the thumping of footsteps heading towards him. A light comes on. He is in a tiny cage. “How can this be?” he asks, but nobody responds.

He looks around him. There are many cages, some piled on top each other. There are creatures in the cages. Some are howling, some barking loudly. The one next to his cage is looking at him, drool falling from its lips and a loud growl like he wants to eat Lucien. Lucien cowers back towards the door.


“How about this one?” she says?

The old man takes the tiny pup into his arms, and despite its nervousness, he comforts the tiny creature and kisses it gently on the nose. The little pup responds by licking him on the face. “This one is perfect. She will love him!” he says, as he and his wife head to the door and home with their newly found friend.

Upon their arrival, Kimberly runs to the door to meet them. She looked curious, probably wondering what they had in their arms. When she seen the little dog, they were instantly drawn to each other, as if something linked them together.

The dog, who she named Lucien, became her friend and her protector. She spent  hours talking to the dog, sometimes even waiting for a response from the little fur ball. As the two of them grew up, the dog came to her rescue whenever a threat arose. Nobody picked on her in fear of being torn apart by Lucien. Soon she began to talk  to others and eventually fit into society.  She excelled in the scientific world and eventually went on to work as a scientist, studying the planets and stars.

Lucien was a very mysterious animal who somehow managed to live to the ripe old age of 50, which was previously unheard of for a dog. 50 may seem old for a dog, but it is the average lifespan  of a Zion.