Successful Failure(s)

"Tonight's story is a sad tale of virtue, of hope, of bravery, yet this story is a tragic one ending in total and utterly defeat."

"I'm John Jughad, reporter for News 666." "I am here to interview, Marilynd Wanlender, who is a close friend of the totally defeated waller, Jeffrey French."

John: "Good evening and welcome to the show, "You stink and you know it." "Hope you get settled in before we air this."

Marilynd: "I would be settled in if you had removed the sharp objects imbedded in my back, you clush." (Reaches around to pull the knives out her back before agreeing to proceed with the interview.)

John: So Marilynd, hope you got the inside dirt on the whole story involving Jeffy, I mean. Jeffrey, and how this success or should failure managed to become less than a success overnight."

Marilynd: "You talk a big game, and you may even walk down the same dirty hell-bent path too, but if the viewers only knew the truth behind the failure or alleged failure and who was behind it, then you may not be so quick to judge Jeffy, I mean Jeffrey."

John: "How dare you plant the idea(s) in the viewers' minds that anyone caused this alleged failure, and also how this alleged failure came about."

Marilynd looks directly at the camera and with a serious expression, is ready to share the true story behind the whole fiasco. John reaches across to where Marilynd is sitting and pushes her onto the carpeted rug.

Marilynd rises up quickly, charges at John, punching him squarely in the face, breaking his jaw in two places. Marilynd then regains composure, taking over the chaotic scene.

Marilynd: "I want to clarify that tonight's events have in no way, shape, or form, affected the end results of how Jeffrey French or his dilapidated business that would have been a success for himself and others." "I know you all are possibly wondering what happened to the town recluse, Peter Peteres."

Before anything more damage can be done or more people can become hurt and possibly maimed, Marilynd is wrestled to the ground, hogtied into a straight jacket, and physically removed from the couch, being led away forcibly.

Robert Glond, the Newsroom editor, proceeds to fill in the lapse of time left open by dead air.

Robert: "Just to clarify this much, from what we actually know so far." "There are rumors that both Jeffrey and Peter were out in the woods with their thinking caps on tightly." "They were last seen in the vicinity of the legendary wishing well/shrinking hole when they disappeared or vanished."

Robert continues.

Robert: "Wait a minute." "This just in." "Seems eyewitnesses have stated, Jeffrey and Peter both fell into the wishing well, and after falling in, they both shrunk to the size of ants."

Jill Bonerd was shaking her head in agreement. She was not the brightest in the newsroom or even at the news station. She had just eaten a burrito and was now choking, which was mistaken for her agreeing with Robert's story account and his last minute deciding to go live in the first place.

The truth be told about this story is that no one is actually out looking for the elusive Peter Peteres, or Jeffrey French. No one actually cares about any of the above-mentioned characters in the town of Shirkbury.

This is a case of last-minute decisions made up on the ideas of trying to care enough to fit in and to become part of the in-crowd. No matter how successful you are or how much a failure you are, we who are living here have always welcomed one and all. The idea of open expression has never been a deciding factor in making our votes swing one way or the other.

We live a clean decent life. It only reflects how we see things through the looking glass and when we see flecks of dust floating down, it is due to the confined spaces in the small snow globe that people keep picking up and shaking. It is matter of personal opinion and guesses beyond our tiny mind's comprehension.

No matter how close you may come to solving the truth. No matter if you get the light bulb shining brighter than usual, you will never know what plastic people are truly like. We are all empty on the inside and are seen as useful for decorations.

Jeffrey and Peter were once actual people who were turned from being such into something that may or may not resemble them in one way or the other. It can be misunderstood of their purposes after they are turned and what they become will frighten you beyond what anyone's imagination can bring to visual.

When you sit down, pondering on the possibilities that are made available to you and the ideas that blossom due to the facts and partly due to the fiction, there is no fine line divided between the two separates. The lines dividing them are so blurred, you can't see the difference even with a magnifying glass doubled up.

It is sad to think of what may have been or what could have been and what actually will be or what actually can become the reality.

Boy, the reality will sure fool some and keep most at a distance. It will have you thinking that you are here when you are somewhere else, and you no longer know the truth from the false.

Then when at long last you look in the mirror and see the sunlight shining through your bathroom windows, then you can figure you have been in a matrix type world of what is seen as reality is still an AI made up version of the world you believed existed. It will have you seeking out the truth that never was and never will be.

They keep you sedated enough to have you barely clinging onto life and the life you once thought was yours never belonged to you at all. It was more like a co-ownership, and the bank is still owed for the payments made from yesterday twenty years ago.

Imagine that.

You were fooled to taking the little bubble blue pill, which looked more inviting, and the red one was going to clear up your memories in a hot New York minute.

Not!!!!!!!!