#mrspectacular

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  • mrspectacular 3w

    THE STRENGTH IN WEAKNESS

    He steps in for those with temerity,
    Those with the temerity to acknowledge their helplessness in clarity.
    Putting his weight behind them, they are launched like rockets
    To cause the enemy to question his sockets.

    'Sé my eye dey pain me?', he shockingly asks
    Wondering how they managed to accomplish such tasks,
    Tasks he personally made sure to difficult
    That they may, in frustration, somersault.

    Embarrassed, he goes away to devise another charade.
    But he is very unaware that they can be cut by no blade
    No matter how sharp, it would only leave a mark
    As they are covered by the God of the Ark.

    The one who remains undefeated
    Even while comfortably seated.


    ©mrspectacular

  • mrspectacular 12w

    RUSUK RAIN

    Rising from its long slumber seems to be the raven,
    The raven of war that once took so many a souls to death's coven.
    Everyone prays it is knocked out by a stone from Heaven.
    A stone that knocks it out once more with compassion from the duellers,
    That they consider the implications on other Earth dwellers
    And call away the shellers.

    The previous wars, being an understudy,
    It is better to have a buddy
    Than one on whom to use a cuddy
    Because in the end, it is more than just a M-A-D experience
    But a conflagration, even on the Innocents, so what exactly is the essence?
    I mean when there is something such as a conference

    Talking it over and resolving like the sane,
    Discuss how you crossed each other's lane
    And make apologies.
    It is much easier that way than making thousands of people think about constructing eulogies.
    Bury those guns and pick the microphones, people.
    Life is that simple.


    ©mrspectacular

  • mrspectacular 14w

    Memorabilia

    In my room I sit, bored to a mess
    Searching for stuff I can do to lift me out of that abyss
    And with some vigour, my person, bless.
    Giving my entire house a thorough caress,
    I find nothing that can take away this distress.
    Searching a second time, the entire fortress
    What I find does, my heart, impress.
    I could thank serendipity no less
    For it has just pulled me out of the press
    To give my ennui, a redress
    And conquer the accompanying stress.

    Serendipity gives me an album book
    A thick nostalgia is what the pictures cook,
    Sending me into teary smiles by its warming hook
    As it soaks, with emotions, my crannies and nooks.
    They all come alive in my head from the stook.

    I could feel zeal course through me.
    They say some memories bring strength, I do agree
    For before this, I did feel weak
    But after now, you can be sure I am off to my winning streak.
    I would not want to return to the old me
    And I would want to, the fulfilment of the dreams of then, see.

    ©mrspectacular

  • mrspectacular 14w

    NOBODY KNOWS

    Your importance to me is understood by none,
    None but myself alone.
    You are more than just the bone of my bone
    But you are to me just as I am to you, a cologne.

    I am happy to be given the opportunity;
    The golden opportunity to have, with you, this affinity
    For if I dare say I am not lucky, then big lies is what I do tell.
    The kind told by those who have done, their conscience, a sell.

    For I do love you as much as I love breathing.
    Without you, I will certainly be writhing;
    Writhing in agonious pain
    As I bath myself in tears-rain.

    Soon, everyone would know the joy you, to me, bring
    And they will join me to sing.

    ©mrspectacular

  • mrspectacular 14w

    PRINCESS OF MY HEART

    You are the one I think of when I pen affectionate poetry.
    You are the one in my heart when I scribble a love story.
    Every piece centered on love is, of you, celebratory
    Because somehow it has been made mandatory.

    I cannot seem to resist,
    Cannot seem to desist
    From letting you snatch all of my attention like a successful heist.
    Surprisingly, you become more than just another name on my people list.

    Just hearing your name gets me, invigorated.
    I cannot have the energy, abated.
    With others, I seem to have a right to have my emotions inflated or deflated
    But with you, it is always inflated.

    To see you, I am ever excited
    As you have the best parts of me ignited.
    How best to put this, I do not know
    But I guess you already know.

    You already know I hold you in my heart like gold
    And hope that we end up together and grow old.
    I have thought of shooting shots at others, I must admit
    But the seed of love you have planted in my heart would not let me, such actions, commit.

    ©mrspectacular

  • mrspectacular 14w

    GRADUANDS OF LOVE

    We started out as friends
    But now, our cravings for each other know no ends.
    We have been through numerous bends,
    Been through stuff that should give us a rend
    But we survived through it all.

    You have been more than just another ordinary,
    I have come to recognize you as my significant binary.
    Four years we spent together as friends has sharpened my heart's culinary
    As it would love no other but you till December beginning from January.
    I have come to love you more everyday.

    Can't believe we started out as strangers when I look at where we are now.
    Until now, I keep asking myself how?
    How do I get so lucky to have a friend like your person?
    You said once when I asked you, that God was the reason.
    Now we have grown to not just care but love each other.

    Thank you for letting me hold your hand
    For frankly, I would not have known this sweet, sweet love.

  • mrspectacular 15w

    EXPLICIT VERSION OF EMBARRASSMENT

    I don't understand what you hope to achieve by making me a misery emblem,
    Making my life sing the sorrow anthem.
    Time and time again, I have asked that you lift this off of me suggesting I am clem
    But you have decided to be crazy and leave me as a golem.

    Son, I know you are mad and in pain....
    Keep shut for you have no idea
    You have no idea how this tampers with my brain
    Putting me in what you called a foyer

    Yes, it's a foyer, son.....
    That's silly of you to say
    It vexes me a ton
    How does that even come into play?

    Son, I know what you are.....
    Keep shut, I am not done
    My life reeks of this festering scar
    Because you have blatantly refused to do something that's quite easy for your throne.

    Son, you know everything I do is because I love....
    There you go again trying to make me really infuriated.
    What kind of love would make you put one to sit on a hot stove
    And have his or her peace confiscated.

    Son, you really think I hate....
    I don't think, I know you hate me with a passion
    I mean look what you have done to me till date
    One needs no confession.

    Why are you speaking....?
    You think I am harsh?
    What about my peace that has been, since birth, doing a great leaking
    You think by that does not, my person, fash?

    Everyday, I try to be happy with myself
    But virtually everything about life seems impossible because of what you have done
    And yet you claim you put me on your care-shelf
    You know what? Just leave me alone

    Son, what are you saying?
    You heard me, leave me alone
    Until when you are prepared to do the hatchet a laying
    By removing this issue that has singlehandedly constituted my 26-years long torture!!!

    ©mrspectacular

  • mrspectacular 18w

    AFTER MY LIFE

    ____________________
    Andrew Vlaschev arrives home on a Tuesday night after a stressful day. As is his long-standing tradition, he drags himself slothfully, reeking of sweat mixed with cologne to sit behind his computer and sort his e-mails, deleting the ones that are irrelevant and responding to the ones that have some important information for him to know. One very suspicious email catches his eyes in a manner that is grim and terrifying.
    The subject which reads, 'Visit Of The Grimripper' gets him all eager yet scared to read the content of the message as he begins to imagine the worst case scenario possible. He imagines opening it would bring him instant death on the spot but still controlled greatly by curiousity, he musters the courage to open the e-mail. Opening it with curious desperation is a fearful countenance around him. He can practically feel a presence already choking him to death. He has never wished he never lived alone like the way he does now, believing that peradventure he has his family and friends living with him, he would throw in their lives to this grim-ripper in exchange for his but sadly he lives all alone.
    A little sound is made by his door and the hairs on his skin stand up straight in fear.
    'Who's there?', Andrew yells out but there is no answer as he is all alone in the house, even though the assassin is on his way to join him in the house for a cat and mouse chase and ultimately, death. He searches around the house briefly to make sure he is really all alone in the house and when he is finally assured he is alone, he rushes to his room for a shower, hoping the shower would help stop the hallucinations he now believes he is having and he will have his peace again. But he is about to experience the worst moments of his life.
    Much to his dismay, Andrew hears his bedroom door come open while he is yet in the bathtub in his bathroom. Quickly, he washes the soap out of his eyes and stands transfixed, hoping to hear another sound so he can be assured that his mind is not playing tricks on him.
    In the second minute, surely enough, Andrew hears his bedroom shut again, prompting him to quickly rush his bath and make his way out of the bathroom to find out who or what the intruder is. By the time, he has come out from the bathroom, the intruder has completed the task of damaging his brakes in his car.
    Andrew and his ego work together to make him believe he has averted the danger by singlehandedly spooking the intruder when he walks out of the house to see the driver's door of his car open and the key in the ignition of the vehicle. Prodded by his ego, he steps into the car, thanking the intruder-in-absentia for helping him put the key in his ignition. A man who loves driving and considers him an expert driver, his expertise in that arena would be put to test and possibly debated by himself and others who would hear the story of what will happen in the next hour.
    'It's beginning of another long day', he laments as he pulls out of his driveway. Shooting through the empty road like a rocket into the sky, he has no idea what is waiting for him ahead. He would be quite sorry for himself and moreso his favourite car and the other cars on the road which would be damaged beyond repair. He hopes for a great day but the day would give him one of the worst experiences of his life.
    Twenty minutes into his trip to the office, he arrives heavy traffic before a traffic light. Stepping on his brakes calmly, some meters away from the car in front of him to slow himself down, having been on top speed, he is not given enough time to be surprised at the malfunctioning brakes as he rams into the vehicle ahead of him, sending him into an immediate concussion as he bangs his forehead on the steering wheel.
    A few minutes later, the paramedics arrive to contain the situation. Loading the victims of the multiple accidents into ambulances, they are all rushed to the Dregg Kuhlman Memorial Hospital for further treatment while receiving first-aid in the ambulances. Andrew hates hospitals as a person really close to him had died while receiving treatment at one of them and if he probably is conscious, he will most likely decline going in for treatment but he is unconscious and therefore does not object to being wheeled into the hospital.
    'Hurry, he is bleeding too much already', one of the doctors on call says to the nurses wheeling the victims of the crash in. 'Prep him for stitching. Are there more?'. The doctor is surprised to be answered by ten other stretchers rolling in in succession. He quickly cancels what he earlier intended to go for outside the hospital to join the five other doctors on call for the multiple number of patients they now have on their hands.
    Beginning treatment, they are so worried about the state of the patients as they are all hanging to life by a hair's breath. In nine hours time, they are able to successfully save the lives of all but two of the victims of the accident. And some two weeks later, the survivors, including Andrew are discharged from the hospital after being certified medically fit in all parts of their bodies but their legs.
    Andrew returns to his house, escorted by a nurse, who is shocked to discover that he lives alone, a fact that should not be, considering his current state. The nurse, Felicia Knopp, considers it necessary to inform the hospital of this fact.
    Nurse Knopp calls the Chief Medical Director of Dregg Kuhlman Hospital, Dr. Hull Gormet for direction on her next line of action.
    'Hello sir', Nurse Knopp greets as soon as Dr. Gormet answers the call. 'I am here with Mr. Vlaschev who was discharged today.....'
    'Yes, is there any problem?', Dr. Gormet asks quite confused. 'Haa there been a relapse or complication?'
    'On the contrary sir', she says feeling a little shy.
    'What then is the problem?', he asks curiously. 'He cannot remember his house?'
    'Sir, we are at his house but the issue is he leaves alone. Hence, this call is to humbly request for a nurse to be attached to him pending recovery'.
    The doctor is confounded by this request. He is especially worried about the paper he would be made to do for Nurse Knopp to stay there without needing to come back to the hospital for proper documentation and dispatch.
    'Well, you are already there. Aren't you?', he asks rhetorically. 'Consider yourself dispatched to his house for that purpose'..
    'But I have not done the necessary documentation sir'.
    Dr. Gormet calms her down assuring her that he would personally handle that aspect and she should just focus on nursing Andrew back to full health. She cannot help but wonder how difficult the experience would be as she has never actually done the home-nursing before. She however decides to give it a try, seeing the doctor, her boss, gives her no choice but it would be her undoing.
    Andrew and his nurse, Knopp go through the day in the same house successfully until about 11pm in the night when, to her greatest surprise, a knock is heard at the door of the house while Andrew is asleep in his room.
    Wondering who it could be at the door at the ungodly hour, she walks to the door to take a look through the peephole. Seeing a face of a man, she imagines it is a friend of Andrew who has come to show solidarity in his time of pain but unknown to her, it is the assassin who has only come to finish what he had earlier started.
    Opening the door innocently to welcome the visitor who she believes is a friend of Andrew, she is met with a stab to the middle of her chest, instantly impacting her heart causing her to scream loudly as she falls to the floor before the assassin in death.
    The assassin, satisfied at making his first kill on this particular mission, goes into the fridge of his primary victim for something to drink before he would proceed to complete the task of killing Andrew. Sucking the water up into his wide throat, he constitutes a disturbance to the peaceful sleep of Andrew who gets up out of his bed and into his wheelchair to go find out why his nurse, who is supposed to be avoiding whatever would disturb him, would be the one making the noise. He screams when he sees the bloodied body of Nurse Knopp on the floor and his door wide open by such hour.
    He quickly puts his hand over his mouth to avoid attracting the attention of the assailant, he now believes is the one, in the kitchen while he attempts to reach for his phone in his pocket to call the police. The assailant leaves him for a while to finish his call to the police. Once he is through, as soon as he turns his wheelchair, he receives a jab to his neck from the assassin, bringing instant death. The assassin basks in the euphoria of the completed job, making merry for a while in the midst of the corpses.
    He does so for a few minutes more until the sirens of the police cars are heard approaching. Immediately, he varnishes to allow the police do the job of clearing the mess he has made.
    _____________
    ©mrspectacular

  • mrspectacular 18w

    BULLET POINT 1

    --------------------------------
    Sarah Scott has tears rolling down her cheeks as she looks around the shanty she lives in with her three children and her husband, a struggling craftsman who owns a wood workshop. They were well to do before now until a little slip up with a supply gone south caused them to pay damages worth almost their whole net worth having gulped ninety-six percent of it leaving them with a mean four percent to live on.
    In her agonious reminiscing, she is so disconnected from the world around her that she does not notice when her children, Charles, the eldest aged 16 years old, Henrietta, the elder, aged 13 and Emmanuel, the youngest, aged 11 years old, arrive from school and enter into the house. Were it to be a band of criminals, they could easily cart away all the little they have in the house without any confrontation whatsoever. Upon gaining entry into the house, the children begin calling out to their mother, sure of the fact that it is impossible that no one would be home and the door would be left unlocked.
    After about a minute or two of searching for her, they find her seated quite absent-mindedly, her eye lids sore from crying a long time, her nose running like that of a little child who has been given the beating of his life at the mercy of the whip. It is not a pretty sight.
    The children had never seen their mother like this. She usually had a pretty smile send them off to school and welcome them home when they return. Despite the evident deplorability of their situation, she always seemed to have a demeanor and attitude of a positivist damage-control expert, giving them the impression that there would be no need for alarm, tears or agony but here she is, broken, tired and frustrated. The children walk towards their mother and sit around her and with a touch to her shoulders, they startle her back to reality.
    'Oh gosh', she screams, hurriedly wiping her eyes in the belief that they have not seen the tears in her eyes.
    'Mum, what's wrong?', Charles asks on behalf of the trio.
    'Nothing, dears', she says as she hurriedly rises. 'Go freshen up. Let me go and prepare for you all to eat. I'm sure you must all be tired and hungry'.
    The worries are becoming too familiar with them. Bills staking in their mails, the children are never allowed to get the mails so they never had an inkling of the excessiveness of the bills, going by the family's new pocket. Charles, unsatisfied by the good lies their mother has fed and may still feed them with by and by, goes to the kitchen to evaluate his mother's real countenance. She has a knife and a chopping board containing some cooking ingredients but she just stands staring into blank space and not doing anything to or with the ingredients before her. It beats his imagination what may be troubling her so much. Walking over to her, he touches her right shoulder, once again startling her into reality once more, she almost has him stabbed with the knife in her hand but for his quick reflexes.
    'Calm down, mum', says Charles surprised at what has just happened. 'What's the matter? Please talk to me'.
    Sarah cannot bring herself to tell the children about the financial issues they are facing at home at the moment. She keeps dumb for a few minutes but when she realizes Charles is about to leave her in the kitchen having been disappointed by his mother who does not trust nor believe in him enough to share her problems with him, she has no choice but to blurt out on the financial issues. She yells from behind Charles, bursting into tears,
    'We are broke, Charles', screams Sarah. 'Your dad and I have been doing everything to keep this away from you all because we do not want you all to be bothered but we are not in any way as buoyant as we were before. We are broke'
    The other children hear what Sarah has shouted and come running into the kitchen,
    'What's going on?', Henrietta and Emmanuel yell simultaneously.
    'We heard screams and we came as soon as possible', Henrietta adds.
    'Nothing, kids', Sarah says trying to hide the real information. 'You can go back to your room. I will call you when I am done making.....'
    'Stop it', Charles cuts in. His voice resounding through the silence that had overshadowed the kitchen. 'Stop it...'
    'Stop what...?'
    'They have a right to know too. It's only a matter of time before they will begin to see through your antics'
    'What antics?', Henrietta asks.
    'Mum, what is Charles talking about?', Emmanuel questions further.
    'Kids, don't worry about it...', Sarah tries to wave their curiousity but Charles would not allow it.
    '..... Siblings, the fact that we are broke is the issue on ground now'. Charles is most vexed because he believes if there were to be any problems, particularly financially with either or both of his parents, as the first born, he should be let in on it so he could help in whatever way possible. He arrived Earth with an inbuilt gusto for responsibility, the young man will never see a need and not do all he can to step in. His siblings stare flabbergasted.
    'So what's gonna happen now?', Henrietta asks expecting a matching order
    'As it stands now', Charles begins his speech. 'I think we will have to look for ways to bring more money into the house so that our gross domestic product as individuals and indeed a family does not drop any lower than it already is'.
    'So we all agree we will all get jobs, right?', Henrietta asks, seeking clarification.
    'Most definitely...Sure', Charles and Emmanuel chorus simultaneously. They are all eager to know how sweet it would be to start earning their own bills and supporting the family. They all go over to hug their mother who is shedding tears of pride over her children's zeal and desperation to help the finances of the family voluntarily. While they are hugging it out tightly and happily, they hear the vehicle of their father and husband, Mr. Cheller Scott drive in. A chaffeuer, he has just returned from his boss's home, who has just returned with him from a trip out of town with two of his daughters.
    'What's all the frenzy about?', Mr. Cheller Scott asks confusedly, after about five minutes of watching them hug without any one of them noticing his presence to welcome him. A hard-working man, he loves his family so dearly. Charles and the others, upon hearing his voice, quickly disengage from the warm hug moment they are having with their mother softly and yet teary-eyed, rush over to give Mr. Cheller Scott, their father, his own share of the warm hug. Mrs. Sarah Scott, still with some tears in her eyes, watches on proudly yet jealously.
    Scott, noticing that she is feeling left out, signals Sarah to join in. Sarah rushes over shyly and with a kiss to her forehead, Scott brings her into the group hug which lasts for five minutes without a word uttered.
    Scott breaks the silence by the sixth minute. He is curious to understand what is really going on and why everyone is in tears. He quickly whispers,
    'What is going on, family?', he asks while still in the hug, planting kisses on each of their foreheads passionately. 'Why are you all in tears?'
    This question breaks the hug with Sarah taking the lead as she directs everyone into the sitting, walking over there herself first and the children following. Scott is still lost as to what is going on so he joins in the sitting room, throwing the question he had asked earlier again to his family. He is desperate for some closure to this feeling of confusion and finally Sarah begins,
    'The children....', Sarah chips in.
    'Ahh.......', he begins all the confused as he could see nothing physically wrong with the children. '......And what's wrong with the children'.
    'They have something to discuss which I am pretty sure you would love to hear'.
    'Oh really?', he asks enthusiastically. 'What is it, my bundles of joy? Spill it. I can't wait to hear it'.
    'Dad, we have seen all you and mum are doing to get us out of this strait situation we have found ourselves and while we are not happy that you would keep the economic situation of this family from us, we are not angry. However, we, the offsprings of the house, have unanimously decides within ourselves to help the economy of this house by getting jobs for ourselves', Charles speaks on behalf of his siblings and himself.
    'I am proud of you all', Mr. Cheller Scott says. 'I am happy you all are concerned about the situation of things and are willing to help but please I beg you, out there, it is dog eat dog. While I do not have any right to stop you from working, I want to plead with you to be safe. Do whatever job you want to. As far as it is legal, I support you. Once again, thank you very much for being so concerned'.
    Everyone is excited that both parents are on-board with the decision. They talk a little more during and after dinner and by 10:30pm, they all retire to bed for the day, the children all excited that by tomorrow, they would join the workforce.

    __________________
    ©mrspectacular

  • mrspectacular 18w

    BULLET POINT 1

    --------------------------------
    Sarah Scott has tears rolling down her cheeks as she looks around the shanty she lives in with her three children and her husband, a struggling craftsman who owns a wood workshop. They were well to do before now until a little slip up with a supply gone south caused them to pay damages worth almost their whole net worth having gulped ninety-six percent of it leaving them with a mean four percent to live on.
    In her agonious reminiscing, she is so disconnected from the world around her that she does not notice when her children, Charles, the eldest aged 16 years old, Henrietta, the elder, aged 13 and Emmanuel, the youngest, aged 11 years old, arrive from school and enter into the house. Were it to be a band of criminals, they could easily cart away all the little they have in the house without any confrontation whatsoever. Upon gaining entry into the house, the children begin calling out to their mother, sure of the fact that it is impossible that no one would be home and the door would be left unlocked.
    After about a minute or two of searching for her, they find her seated quite absent-mindedly, her eye lids sore from crying a long time, her nose running like that of a little child who has been given the beating of his life at the mercy of the whip. It is not a pretty sight.
    The children had never seen their mother like this. She usually had a pretty smile send them off to school and welcome them home when they return. Despite the evident deplorability of their situation, she always seemed to have a demeanor and attitude of a positivist damage-control expert, giving them the impression that there would be no need for alarm, tears or agony but here she is, broken, tired and frustrated. The children walk towards their mother and sit around her and with a touch to her shoulders, they startle her back to reality.
    'Oh gosh', she screams, hurriedly wiping her eyes in the belief that they have not seen the tears in her eyes.
    'Mum, what's wrong?', Charles asks on behalf of the trio.
    'Nothing, dears', she says as she hurriedly rises. 'Go freshen up. Let me go and prepare for you all to eat. I'm sure you must all be tired and hungry'.
    The worries are becoming too familiar with them. Bills staking in their mails, the children are never allowed to get the mails so they never had an inkling of the excessiveness of the bills, going by the family's new pocket. Charles, unsatisfied by the good lies their mother has fed and may still feed them with by and by, goes to the kitchen to evaluate his mother's real countenance. She has a knife and a chopping board containing some cooking ingredients but she just stands staring into blank space and not doing anything to or with the ingredients before her. It beats his imagination what may be troubling her so much. Walking over to her, he touches her right shoulder, once again startling her into reality once more, she almost has him stabbed with the knife in her hand but for his quick reflexes.
    'Calm down, mum', says Charles surprised at what has just happened. 'What's the matter? Please talk to me'.
    Sarah cannot bring herself to tell the children about the financial issues they are facing at home at the moment. She keeps dumb for a few minutes but when she realizes Charles is about to leave her in the kitchen having been disappointed by his mother who does not trust nor believe in him enough to share her problems with him, she has no choice but to blurt out on the financial issues. She yells from behind Charles, bursting into tears,
    'We are broke, Charles', screams Sarah. 'Your dad and I have been doing everything to keep this away from you all because we do not want you all to be bothered but we are not in any way as buoyant as we were before. We are broke'
    The other children hear what Sarah has shouted and come running into the kitchen,
    'What's going on?', Henrietta and Emmanuel yell simultaneously.
    'We heard screams and we came as soon as possible', Henrietta adds.
    'Nothing, kids', Sarah says trying to hide the real information. 'You can go back to your room. I will call you when I am done making.....'
    'Stop it', Charles cuts in. His voice resounding through the silence that had overshadowed the kitchen. 'Stop it...'
    'Stop what...?'
    'They have a right to know too. It's only a matter of time before they will begin to see through your antics'
    'What antics?', Henrietta asks.
    'Mum, what is Charles talking about?', Emmanuel questions further.
    'Kids, don't worry about it...', Sarah tries to wave their curiousity but Charles would not allow it.
    '..... Siblings, the fact that we are broke is the issue on ground now'. Charles is most vexed because he believes if there were to be any problems, particularly financially with either or both of his parents, as the first born, he should be let in on it so he could help in whatever way possible. He arrived Earth with an inbuilt gusto for responsibility, the young man will never see a need and not do all he can to step in. His siblings stare flabbergasted.
    'So what's gonna happen now?', Henrietta asks expecting a matching order
    'As it stands now', Charles begins his speech. 'I think we will have to look for ways to bring more money into the house so that our gross domestic product as individuals and indeed a family does not drop any lower than it already is'.
    'So we all agree we will all get jobs, right?', Henrietta asks, seeking clarification.
    'Most definitely...Sure', Charles and Emmanuel chorus simultaneously. They are all eager to know how sweet it would be to start earning their own bills and supporting the family. They all go over to hug their mother who is shedding tears of pride over her children's zeal and desperation to help the finances of the family voluntarily. While they are hugging it out tightly and happily, they hear the vehicle of their father and husband, Mr. Cheller Scott drive in. A chaffeuer, he has just returned from his boss's home, who has just returned with him from a trip out of town with two of his daughters.
    'What's all the frenzy about?', Mr. Cheller Scott asks confusedly, after about five minutes of watching them hug without any one of them noticing his presence to welcome him. A hard-working man, he loves his family so dearly. Charles and the others, upon hearing his voice, quickly disengage from the warm hug moment they are having with their mother softly and yet teary-eyed, rush over to give Mr. Cheller Scott, their father, his own share of the warm hug. Mrs. Sarah Scott, still with some tears in her eyes, watches on proudly yet jealously.
    Scott, noticing that she is feeling left out, signals Sarah to join in. Sarah rushes over shyly and with a kiss to her forehead, Scott brings her into the group hug which lasts for five minutes without a word uttered.
    Scott breaks the silence by the sixth minute. He is curious to understand what is really going on and why everyone is in tears. He quickly whispers,
    'What is going on, family?', he asks while still in the hug, planting kisses on each of their foreheads passionately. 'Why are you all in tears?'
    This question breaks the hug with Sarah taking the lead as she directs everyone into the sitting, walking over there herself first and the children following. Scott is still lost as to what is going on so he joins in the sitting room, throwing the question he had asked earlier again to his family. He is desperate for some closure to this feeling of confusion and finally Sarah begins,
    'The children....', Sarah chips in.
    'Ahh.......', he begins all the confused as he could see nothing physically wrong with the children. '......And what's wrong with the children'.
    'They have something to discuss which I am pretty sure you would love to hear'.
    'Oh really?', he asks enthusiastically. 'What is it, my bundles of joy? Spill it. I can't wait to hear it'.
    'Dad, we have seen all you and mum are doing to get us out of this strait situation we have found ourselves and while we are not happy that you would keep the economic situation of this family from us, we are not angry. However, we, the offsprings of the house, have unanimously decides within ourselves to help the economy of this house by getting jobs for ourselves', Charles speaks on behalf of his siblings and himself.
    'I am proud of you all', Mr. Cheller Scott says. 'I am happy you all are concerned about the situation of things and are willing to help but please I beg you, out there, it is dog eat dog. While I do not have any right to stop you from working, I want to plead with you to be safe. Do whatever job you want to. As far as it is legal, I support you. Once again, thank you very much for being so concerned'.
    Everyone is excited that both parents are on-board with the decision. They talk a little more during and after dinner and by 10:30pm, they all retire to bed for the day, the children all excited that by tomorrow, they would join the workforce.

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  • mrspectacular07 19w

    WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?

    I know it's not your love for me that is making you run wild,
    Supposedly chasing after me like a toy, by a child
    Because I remember I gave me to you but you, with pain, my person defil'd.
    I am yet to fully recover, having been left with a glaring scar and you still want to have, another permission fil'd?
    I would look like a member or the chair of the fools' guild
    For we both know you were not mild

    So I ask what do you want from me, under this heaven?
    Because I am sure you have not forgotten how you left me broken,
    How you did, my eyes, dampen
    And forced my hand at the hour of eleven
    And now you are sending people to make me have you forgiven?
    Of course, you know that won't be possible in this garden
    Or if it is possible, it would take a while for it to happen

    You blessed me quite alright
    And that should have me feeling bright
    But you dented the blessing and that is the crux of this flight.
    This flight I took away from you in horrific fright
    I've tried hard to love you like I did but it is impossible as with a kite.
    I cannot, anymore, see you in that light
    Because unlike a loving father, you have intimidated me with your might
    So no matter how hard I try, I would still see you as a God that celebrates my plight
    And is not interested in making things right.


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  • mrspectacular 24w

    FATE OF A LOVER

    Slipping off fingers
    He had lost her love
    Result? Pain lingers
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  • mrspectacular 40w

    BLOOD AND SWEAT

    Begining under a nation whose ruler had blood so blue
    So hegemonically inclined that her subjects could never, a malignment or maltreatment, argue.
    Taking decisions so drastic without as much as a cue,
    To the subjects, there was not much due.
    For a freedom from the oppression, a war did ensue
    For the peace and satisfaction had melted like fondue.

    Having all these lost,
    The war was expensive but not half what the peace and satisfaction did cost.
    Their bloods turned to frost.
    For the peace, they were willing to become ghosts
    For they wept bitterly innermost.
    Gathering a few host,

    They find a usurping opportunity.
    Grabbing it with an air of amenity,
    Of course the Queen displayed no comity.
    Seeing that her territory was about to do something that would bring to her kingdom, a fatality,
    She executes a plan void of gentility
    To ensure secession becomes vanity.

    Determined to break the gates open,
    They decide to treat the Queen as a colleen
    Rather than the superpower she had always been.
    Embarrassed by the disrespect of the 'creatures' in her 'den',
    She brings down on them, the leven
    Causing the death of many men.

    Men on her side and the opposite,
    The earth under them used their blood and sweat as composite.
    The casualties were in no way lite
    For something now treated like mite.
    When the casualties were given their burial rite,
    The colony turned to a national site.

    Today we enjoy the beauty
    But some still make it seem an unnecessary duty.
    Handling the nation in a manner that make the efforts of the blood and sweat to be futility.
    For what? Personal gratuity.
    Desecrating the edifice with a rugged impunity
    Hope the souls forgive us for making a joke of the expensive unity.

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  • mrspectacular 44w

    IS THIS REALLY HAPPENING?

    The night drags. Stephen clears his desk in preparation to leave the office for his house. Shutting down his desktop computer, he lifts himself off from his swivel chair behind his tinted glass desk and walks his way out to the front of the desk to leave the office after a really long day. Suddenly, he realizes there is something missing on him, he cannot place what it is. He looks around to know what it us but still has no clue as he looks to hand and sees his phone. He would usually have such occurrences of forgetting about things mostly very easy for other people to remember and today happens to be one of those days. Stephen's footsteps hasten out of the office for the car park where his vehicle is parked.

    Getting to the car, he drops his briefcase on the roof of the car so he can reach into his pocket and pull out his car key to open the car up and have the briefcase and the other thing he has brought to the car lodged at the back seat of his SUV. Reaching into his pocket and rummaging carefully then frantically, he prays the keys are found but unfortunately they are not. He has left them again in the drawer of his desk in his office. What would he do?

    Rushing up to his office almost at the speed of light, he hurriedly tries to open the door to his office causing his key card to fall down a number of times. Realizing he would need to relax and do the opening of the door with calmness, he takes a deep breath, slots the keycard into the card slot on the door and as soon as it blinks green, he pushes the door in. He does not wait to scan the area to recall the location of the key before going to pick it instead he just rushes in and begins ransacking everywhere like a criminal searching for money. He looks through his entire desk before suddenly relaxing to recall where he had seen the key before leaving the office. He thinks for a while and immediately he remembers, he rushes to the particular drawer, the middle drawer to the right of the table and rummages it with his eyes staring in another direction as though he is forbidden by unspoken rule to stare into the drawer as he searches and suddenly he feels its ashy body. Pulling it out, he jumps to his feet and rushes down to his car after making sure he was really not forgetting anything else.

    Getting to his car again, he inserts the key into the slot in the door and turning it, it opens up awaiting his pulling of the door by the handle. He seldomly uses his remote to unlock the doors of the car as he seems to love the feel of inserting and turning the key in the slot of the doors. Pulling gently at the rear door, he opens it up and taking his briefcase alongside the other things he has left the office with, he lodges them all at the back seat before shutting it.

    The car park is quiet and lonely so he jumps into the driver's seat of his car for fear of getting jumped right there as he has heard in different stories in the news and from other people alike. Moreso the fact that it is very late into the night makes such an attack on him all the more possible. Igniting the car's engine, desperate to leave the car park and head home, he screeches out of the parking space and zooms off home fearing for his safety. He has not the slightest inkling that there is no impending attack on him, that he would be safe even if he decides to spend an hour in the car park, in his car, listening to the radio or the MP3 player.

    He arrives his house an hour later as a result of the traffic, feeling very tired. The fatigue feels as though birds are sitting on his eyes. He drags himself upstairs to his bedroom for a shower after locking up his front door and as soon as he accesses his room, he strips himself and jumps into the shower for a warm refreshing bath after the long day. Emerging from the bathroom an hour after, he gets into his pajamas after towelling himself down. He hopes to be taken away by sleep as soon as he gets in bed as he is very tired from the day's work but unfortunately he is not taken away by sleep not even touched by it despite his tiredness.

    The clock hanging on the wall in his room read 12:30am at the time he got into bed. Now, it reads 1:30am yet there is no sleep just tiredness in his body despite the shower and the reason behind this is incomprehensible by him. Getting out of bed quite frustrated, he walks downstairs in the belief that the room may be the reason for his sleeplessness on a night like this yet he finds no sleep. Unhappy about the sleepless predicament of his, Stephen decides to take a walk by 1:45am instead of trying so hard to force himself on sleep.

    He shuts his door and stepping out, he goes for the stroll and could already imagine the quietness of the street, lonely and boring but is shocked by what he sees on stepping out of the gate. From a distance, he could see a lot of people gathered at a spot some eighty meters away from him. He wonders what is going on at the place. He can hear some faint sounds from that end that is suddenly drowned out by an even nearer event that just begins right then, some forty meters away from his house, as he inches towards the gathered people. It seems as though the whole street is out partying as music blares from virtually every angle.

    Stephen gets into one of the parties in a bid to complain about the noise and when they would accept, he would go do the same for the other music blarers lining the streets but his plan falls to nought as he finds himself ingrained into the party. He walks up to the barman and handing him a few five dollar notes, requests to have the music turned down or even have the party shut down completely and the barman agrees but to a different agreement. The barman thinks he made a request for drinks as he can barely hear Stephen over the loud music playing hence he gives him one shot worth two cents at first. When Stephen drinks it, he tops it up again and before long, Stephen who, formerly, clamored for the shutting down of the party is seen gyrating and enjoying the party while drinking a lot. He would be ashamed of himself in the morning after but would still return to the party of the next night.

    By 5am, on Friday Morning, the party is over and everyone else has left the venue except Stephen and a few other people too drunk and/or stoned to leave the venue.

    Having experienced the party the previous day, a lot begins to change in Stephen's life. Never late for the office, he arrives fashionably late on Friday morning and usually being the last person to leave the office for the day, he leaves very early on Friday evening.
    The question on everyone's lips becomes 'Is this really happening?' as they never for once envisage his actions.
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  • mrspectacular 45w

    THE SURGEON SOJOURN

    ________________________
    Stephanie's hands are shaking in the cold as she walks into the office. It is clear she is in need of something hot to step down the effect of the blizzard outside the walls of the Clinton Welsh International Hospital premises. The Air-Conditioners cannot be turn off for any reason on the insistence of the Hospital's policy hence they provide alternative heating for the staff and patients of the hospital, heating cubicles numbering about eight on every floor of the hospital totalling about one hundred and twenty. Unwilling to go all the way to the other floor and possibly face the same disappointment as she has faced on the ground floor where her office is strategically situated, she decides to take some hot coffee to substitute the heating cubicle but as though it is not her day, she is met by another disappointment. All the variants of coffees served at the hospital at the moment do not appeal to her taste.

    Stephanie's astonishment is brought on by how exactly all other variants are still very much available when she arrives but the one she wants and enjoy finished few seconds before her arrival at the hospital's coffee stand.

    Irked by the situation, she picks up her car keys even though she knows leaving the hospital at that moment might be risky on so many levels-she might have patients waiting for her, she might have an accident under the unfortunate weather, she is not officially on break and she might get queried or worse still relieved of duty if she is found out by the management of the hospital. She would usually do things that strikes everyone as daring and sometimes just plain absurd so when the other staff see her leave the hospital and drive out of the premises, they neither ask no questions nor bother themselves but leave it to the management who have eyes on the entire premises and never miss a move from any staff except of course in the toilet and surely enough they see her leave. The consequences of her actions from the end of the management would come in the evening when she returns or they would allow her the privilege of having a good night and spoil her morning the next day with her letter of 'your services are no longer needed at this hospital' connoting dismissal.

    When she sets out on the journey, it is a horrifying trip driving through the blizzard as visibly is so poor, she can hardly see. She prays so hard to be back at the hospital in one piece but it seems her prayers does not cover her car as while she hits a lot of things that damage her car badly including road blocks, railings and a couple of times, a few road-crossing creatures.

    It takes about a visit to over fifteen stores and twelve hours of driving to make her give up her search and decide to settle for the lesser coffee brand.

    Just as she is driving back to the hospital painfully meandering her way through the thickening weather, she unfortunately and fortunately rams her car into a somewhat inconspicuous store by the corner of the road going unconscious. The storekeeper takes her out of the car and unto the ground to get some air. The storekeeper, Jane Alvin watches her for a few seconds and realizing she has not regained consciousness, decides to give her the kiss of life (Mouth To Mouth Resuscitation).

    It feels awkward to her but there is a life at stake and it is the only option available as there is no one else around in the store at the time as the storekeeper was just reconciling the books in order to leave for home before Stephanie rammed into the store. She succeeds in getting her conscious after about six huff-and-puffs of oxygen. Regaining consciousness, Stephanie asks holding her head while squinting,
    'Whe-Where am I?.....Who are you?....What happened?..'
    'Calm down, darling. One question at a time',Jane Alvin says softly. 'You had an accident'
    'Oh no', Stephanie screams whisperingly as a result of the headache. 'I need to get back to the office immediately'.

    Jane Alvin smiles not with an intent to ridicule Stephanie's predicament but because she wonders why someone would still think of work after such an unwholesome occurrence. She watches Stephanie stagger a little way off before fainting again.

    When Stephanie regains consciousness, she is surprised to see Jane behind the wheel of her SUV and wonders what is going on. Just as she is trying to wrap her aching head around what is going on, they come by the Welsh International Hospital. Jane drives in, screaming for the attention of the staff around. Immediately, a couple of nurses assist her in leading Stephanie into the hospital.

    Having been informed of the accident by Jane , the hospital puts Stephanie to bed-rest for four hours with the help of sedatives in drip form. When she would wake up, her letter of dismissal would sitting on the small mahogany cupboard-table beside her bed just by Jane. Jane hopes and prays that she wakes up strong and healthy.

    'Please, you just have to wake up. From the much I have seen, you are a hardworker and I am sure it devastate your company to have them lose you. I do not know you but it would still hurt to watch a human being die before my very eyes so please stay with us', Jane whispers softly trying so hard to prevent herself from bursting into tears. What Jane does not know is the fact that Stephanie is a staff of the hospital and the letter on the table by her bed effects her termination of appointment with immediate effect.

    After four hours of sleep, Stephanie wakes up from the induced sleep yawning and turning to see Jane, she gives a smile that suggests appreciation of the kind gesture of being by her side all through. Jane returns the smile.

    Sitting up on the bed, Stephanie notices the white envelope on the table by the bed. Confused, she inquires of Jane about the letter. Jane says the letter was brought in by a doctor and he said it looked important.
    'A doctor of this hospital....?', Stephanie asks terrified as she frantically opens the envelope to unveil its content.
    'Yes....Is there....'
    'Oh no...This can't be', Stephanie screams and faints again having read it is a termination of her appointment as a staff of Clinton Welsh Hospital.

    Confused as to what is going on, Jane picks up the letter to read and she is just as shocked but does not faint. Instead she quickly decides to recommend Stephanie for temporary employment immediately she wakes up pending when she would be able to secure another job for herself.

    When Stephanie wakes up, she is skeptical at first about the idea but looking at her letter of dismissal once more, she decides to accept the offer. It seems a blessing in disguise as she seems to enjoy working with Jane surprisingly because asides the fact that it is an interesting job to kill time with while she looks for one that would fit her career as a surgeon, she is home to the best coffee in the region.
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  • mrspectacular 47w

    BE MY LOVER

    Call it a spitball
    But you know what would be the greatest idea of all?
    An opportunity to use 'my love' when I, your person, call.
    An opportunity to be the free to do it all,
    Love, hold, kiss, cherish and enthrall.
    Would you be kind enough to, in love with me, fall
    Because frankly I have discovered that without you, my life taste like gall?
    I have met many a lady but none made me so eager, like you, to walk down the wedding hall.

    I kid you not when I say I want the rest of my life with you in it
    And I mean every bit.
    Please be the sound to my heart, let's make a hit
    Let's share a love that is not just good but very lit
    Be my lover whom I cannot quit.

    ©mrspectacular

  • mrspectacular 47w

    CHANGING HISTORY

    _______________________________________
    Stephen Everton is a chartered accountant. He nags his wife, Stella for the whole day lamenting about the state of things in the country. She wishes there is a way she could get him to stop but unfortunately there seems to be none available as he goes on everyday wearing her out with his complaint about the country and how he would do better with the country alone than all the politicians have done together since assumption of office. He queries that the politicians do not know the first thing about rulership and for that singular reason have no business being in leadership. 'They are only there to enrich themselves and fill their pockets with people's hard earned money and when asked, they give us the story of that is how it has been since the day of our father's father's fathers. Why can't they be the ones to change it? Why must they continue in such untoward legacy?', Stephen queries Stella almost in a manner that would suggest she has a hand in the country's predicament but she is just as concerned about the country as her husband but there is nothing more she can do but hope and pray that things change for the better.

    'Calm down darling', Stella says pacifyingly. 'At some point in time, they will realize what they are doing is absolutely balderdash and turn a new leaf. I do not want you killing yourself over this because there is really little or nothing you can do about it. So please just calm down okay?'

    Stephen takes a look at his wife and with a smile, he plants a kiss on her forehead. He wonders how he did get so lucky to be paired up with someone as amazing as Stella in his life's trip on Earth. The Evertons decide to keep calm while praying and hoping that someday, somehow, the narrative would change for the better.

    One wonderful night after a little funtime with the kids and some alone matrimonial with his beautiful wife, Stephen retires to bed for the night. He would not expect what would happen the next morning but would be really glad that it happens. Resting in his bed for the night, he gets into a dream,
    'Good morning, Your Excellency. How are you today? You have a meeting with the minister of Finance in an hour from now. Another with the minister of Budget & Economic Planning and one in the evening with the general cabinet, Your Excellency'.
    Stephen nods his head with a smile, 'Thank you my good man. Where is the first lady?'
    'Oh, I was told she has gone for a drive around the city. She should be back before you are done getting ready sir'
    'Okay, you may leave so I can get ready', Stephen asks the Presidential Butler very courteously. The butler thanks President Stephen and with a bow, takes his leave.

    In an hour's time, he is done with his bath and just as he is coming out of the bathroom, his wife returns from her drive around the city.
    As she enters the bedroom, he flashes a smile and she waltz over for a hug.

    A few minutes later, the first family walks out into the open hall all dressed and ready for the day, the children are sent off to school while the president and first lady prepare for the retinue of meetings scheduled for the day.
    When the first meeting begins with the Minister Of Finance, he is surprised that the President has called such a meeting with him alone instead of in-cabinet but it is only to prepare him for the cabinet session which would hold later.

    'I have called you here today because I am about to call for a cabinet meeting and the topic to be discussed is within your purview'.
    'It is an honour Your Excellency'
    'Yes, we are cutting expenses. All those unnecessary allowances from this day stops and anyone caught embezzling money would be beheaded because we cannot have such unruly characters living on the lives of a thousand people. One man alone eating the money meant for five hundred people? No'
    'That is a great idea sir and it is sure to ensure even distribution of resources.'
    An orderly informs the president of the arrival of the rest of the cabinet for the scheduled meeting.
    'That is great. Please have them come in'
    The entire cabinet is caught off guard with the news of the cutting down but President Stephen cares less about their greivances positing that if they are comfortable with it, they can leave office for people ready for the task.

    A few of the cabinet members relinquish their offices feeling distraught over the decision while many uphold President Stephen's standpoint cheering him on with statements such as,
    'This is our president'
    'We believe in your government, Mr. President'
    'He is the president of our dreams' and lots more.

    Acknowledging the cheers, he stretches out in his bed and wakes up in the process. Surprisingly, something feels different. He checks his watch to discover it is the first day of his country as an independent. Could it be what he thinks it is? Of course it is, he has gone back sixty four years in time with his entire family. They are now the First Family. Taking the chance, he decides to change the history of the country for the better.
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  • mrspectacular 50w

    FORGIVE ME

    I can remember making you feel so blue,
    Snobbing you without giving a cue.
    How bad you must have felt, I'm sure I have no clue
    And frankly of your attention, I am not due
    But somehow, some torture does ensue.
    Each time you pass by, my eyes stick like glue
    As I remember I heaped on you, so much hue
    And today I feel it will my chances, for a fresh friendship, imbue
    But I do hope you can, the bad memories, lue
    And give us, a new events menu.
    Frankly I do know you have many in a queue
    Hoping that every other gentleman does, a slacking, rue.

    Please if I may ask may we start again as friends?
    Hopefully, at a better place, it ends
    But please let all of those previous moments be just one of the few bends.

    ©mrspectacular

  • mrspectacular 50w

    WHO AM I

    Am I water?
    Am I water that does not die even when it splatters
    Or am I onions that, for tears, itself barters?
    Am I a hopelessness that does nothing but meaningless chatters
    Or am I one who thrives on those who flatter
    Even when clearly I am in the gutters?
    Who am I?

    ©mrspectacular

  • mrspectacular 51w

    SAVE IT

    Williams cannot believe what is happening. He does not know what to think as he walks into the Sylvester Donnigan College hallway. He never thought people see him in such a manner. He runs through the crowd as he hears their voices but their lips unmoved. It is like his worse nightmare. Running to the ones he called friends, he cannot believe his eyes either. They seem to despise even more than the others. He wishes to die at this point.
    'No....no, stop it', he screams out loud as he runs off leaving everyone confused as to what his issue is exactly. Unknown to him, he can hear all their thoughts by just looking at them. It leaves him so distraught, he goes to sit somewhere secluded so the voices can stop.
    'What's going on with this kid? Why is he here?', Williams hears the janitor's thought as he walks into the supplies' closet where Williams sits feeling gloomy.
    'The entire school hates me, that's what's going on and I cannot face it. That's why I am here', Williams responds to the Janitor shocking him.
    'How did he hear that?', the Janitor thinks to himself. 'It was just a thought...'
    'Because you said it', Williams blurts out.
    'Said what, Williams', the Janitor asks Williams surprised that he heard what he was only thinking. The Janitor is astonished at what is going on. He begins to sweat before Williams who is seated on a mopping bucket.
    'You want me to read people's mind for you, right?', he asks already knowing the janitor would ask him to do that but what he does not know is that he can only read people's thought about him and not about other people.
    'Yes', the janitor says with an outburst as he pulls him in for a hug. The janitor is grateful that finally he could not only clean out the physical environment of the school as is always left to him but could understand why these student behave the way they do. He could be an untrained psychologist.
    'I'm not quite sure about that', Williams says dismissing the Janitor's dreams as far-fetched.
    Ignoring what Williams says, the Janitor drags him into the hallway so Williams can read their minds and tell him what people are saying about him. Unfortunately Williams powers can only read thoughts directly associated with him and not thoughts about other people. Pulling Williams out before everyone in the hallway, the janitor asks to be intimated on what people are thinking about him in their minds but Williams cannot as he only has powers for people's thought about himself and nothing more.
    'They are not saying anything about you', Williams says to the Janitor innocently but the janitor would not have it as he feels Williams is lying and only obscures what they are thinking about him in order to escape telling what he also feels about the janitor and to protect his personal interest.
    Infuriated, he warns that if Williams does not tell him what he wants to know, he would tell everyone that he is possessed by a demon hence the reason he has been acting strange, running away from everyone and hiding in the janitor's closet but Williams still maintains they are not saying anything about the janitor. Holding his head in pain and screaming so loudly in pain as he hears the thoughts of over a thousand people who crowd the hallway to listen to the janitor, he pleads for the voices to stop,
    'Stop it, please', he yells. 'No more thoughts. I cannot take it anymore.
    'This is what I was about to tell you all. He is possessed by a demon and the only way we can keep from bringing any harm to any of us is to burn him alive lest he calls a thousand legions to come possess us too', the Janitor says suggesting the killing of Williams.
    The Dean of Students, Dr. Thumble Rooseblue appears behind the mob on the stairway as they drag poor Williams to be murdered and buried in a fiery grave. 'What is going on here? Unhand this minute,' Dr. Rooseblue asks a little terrified although he does not show it. Williams is thankful that the dean has shown up just in the nick of time to prevent his murder. He makes to catch some relief from the time they would use to talk to the dean.
    'He is possessed by a demon. We want to burn him before the demon in him conscripts some other legion to come posses the rest of the school', the Janitor says without an iota of remorse.
    The Dean of Students is worried about the spectacle. He wonders if par-adventure he has not shown up when he did, it may have escalated and he would have had a dead roasted student on his hands. He decides to get to the bottom of the matter. But he would later join the rest of the school to have him burnt alive. The Dean orders that Williams be brought to his office immediately.
    'Bring him to my office immediately', he says to the two students, holding him like a common criminal, sternly. Getting to his office, 'Leave us this minute', he says to the two students who had assisted in bringing him in for the meeting with the dean.
    Pacing around for a few minutes, he does not say anything but only paces around wondering what he would do with Williams.
    'Just let me go. I'm innocent', Williams replies to the Dean's thought.
    'What?', the Dean asks for a clarification.
    'You asked what you should do with me. Didn't you, sir?' Williams asks
    'Yes', the Dean replies. 'But how did you know that?'
    'Because you said it'
    Putting the dots together, the Dean realizes that the janitor was actually telling the truth. Williams is really possessed. Handing him over to the janitor, the dean says,
    'He is yours now. You have my full support to burn him alive. We can't have him contaminate our institution with his evil powers'.
    Dragging Williams away into the field, they drench him in gasoline as he pleads to their deafened ears to be spared but they will have none of it as they only pound him with kicks and blows while pouring on as much gasoline as they can lay their hands on and without further ado, they light him up like a candle watching him scream for help as he burns painfully and helplessly to death.


    ©mrspectacular