Wednesday, October 31, 2012

P. O. W.


by M. J. Joachim
The words came easily enough, as Jeremy struggled to release them. All he needed to do was transfer the words from his brain, to his mouth and then his fingertips.

Bzzzp! Bzzzp!

The sudden surge of electricity jolted Jeremy to his senses. It was not his words they wanted. His words were no good here, and each time he thought them, electricity raced through his mind, forcing him to think again.

Seven years – captive, beaten down and transformed…

For a war that was probably over, a home disintegrated by an atomic bomb.

Why did he continue to resist?

What could possibly keep him so intent on thinking his own thoughts?

It was as if Jeremy believed in what was next. But his captors knew without a doubt, he was wrong.

One by one, his captors were released from their duties. Each time, Jeremy tapped the floor with his toe, “Thud, thud, tippity-tap, tip, tap, tap.”

Seven years, playing the game…

Until finally…

The U. S. Navy Seals brought him home!

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M. J.

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Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Vignettes Honoring Heroes of Hurricane Sandy


by M. J. Joachim
Water rushed at them from all directions. It’s was worse than being at sea! Power outages, trees down, bitter, inescapable cold!

Slowly, paramedics slid Mama on a gurney down the stairs. Labor was coming on hard and fast now. Stopping before her newborn baby arrived was not an option. Eight long flights of stairs, while Daddy held his cell phone on for light.

Extreme darkness took over the scene, winds howling ferociously outside. They were alone out there, deep in the back roads of the county. Electricity severed, families huddled close, thankful for the enlightened politician in their town.

Taxi, taxi, taxi…out of harm’s way! Time for another run…people depend on you, kind friend!

His massive truck swerved wildly in the raging waters. Winds tossed it side to side. “Hold steady, now old boy! We’ve got work to do,” he whispered, white knuckling the steering wheel and praying he’d survive.

Smoke and flames filled the attic. Water rushed in downstairs. Sparks flew in all directions, trapping those weathering the storm. Climbing the awning, he gathered all in his strong arms, carried them down and drove the boat to safety.

We knew her nooks and crannies, that boundless eastern shore. Remodeled in the fury, heroes rose to the occasion. Thank you one and all!

M. J.

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Monday, October 29, 2012

Unexpected Consequences


by M. J. Joachim
“Dizzy, my head is spinning. Like a whirlpool out of control…”
Deanna sang the song, over and over again, all the while twirling around in circles, tossing her baton high into the air.

“Again! Again!” demanded her mother. “Throw it higher, Dee! You’ll never win the competition like that, you little moron! Work harder! Push yourself! Don’t give into defeat! You can do this, you little idiot!”

Deanna never said a word, other than to ask for another baton that might be easier to toss high into the air. The more she practiced, the more she realized how beneficial it would be to picture her mother’s face, high up in the air.

“I need a heavier baton, Mama,” Deanna cried one day. “The ones we have are far too flimsy to get enough gravity and fly.”

Over the course of three months, Deanna gradually increased the weight of her batons. Then, without warning, her hand slipped. The heavy baton flew through the air, hitting her mother directly in the temple.

“I’ll never be able to use a baton again,” she sobbed at her mother’s funeral. “It’s just too awful. How could this have happened to someone like me?”

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M. J.

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Saturday, October 27, 2012

Cats Revenge


by M. J. Joachim
Slowly, water trickled into the yard. Elisha couldn’t fathom its source or destination.

“Dominiqua, has you been out there diggin and turnin up soil again?!” she hollered. “Whatz you doin’ all the time messin with my yahd?!”

Dominiqua had been gone for 13 years – poisoned on that fateful Halloween. Elisha had no idea Dominqua was dead. All she knew was that her precious black kitty disappeared one night.

Neighbors had long decided to keep all pets indoors on Halloween, efforts to prevent the inevitable murderous riot from happening to them.

Dominiqua’s spirit comforted living black cats, while subconsciously leading every neighborhood cat to the place of her revenge. Energy from beneath the grave electrified the ground for miles.

As darkness settled in, a rough group of teenage boys assembled for the annual ritual. Suddenly, fear gripped them by the throat. Blood drained from their cheeks; uncontrolled, hot urine, poured down their legs.

Running as fast as they could, they headed straight for Dominiqua’s yard – her place of capture and demise. Within seconds, their feet sunk deep into the ground. Cats seemed to come at them from everywhere.

Elisha looked out the window and smiled. Dominiqua led the pack.

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M. J.

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Monday, October 22, 2012

The Last Word



by M. J. Joachim
The moment had finally arrived. Elizabeth knew there was no turning back now. As she opened her eyes, faint sounds of people could be heard in the distance. Feet crackled in the gravel, crunching it heavily beneath the soles of their shoes. 

Enclosed and captured in this box, Elizabeth groaned beneath its weight. Steadfastly, she pierced the lid with lasers from her eyes, penetrating the mound of soil placed on top.
“Release me,” she chanted. “RELEASE ME!”

Slowly, the dirt recoiled at her presence, drawing back and away from where it came. The foul smell of melting plastic, metal and wood filled the air, as the box surrounding her melted away.

Entombed no more, Elizabeth raised her right hand toward the mourners. “It was you who killed me with your gossip,” she declared. “It is I who will have the last word!”

At that very moment, a brilliant light shone down from the sky. “No, it is I who will have the last word,” said a voice. 

Elizabeth trembled as she heard His voice and beheld the face of God!

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M. J. 


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Monday, October 15, 2012

The Departure


by M. J. Joachim
Walking down the path, he stared in disbelief. Surely the intensity of his emotions did not lead him to this quantum field by accident. Drawn in, repelled by his anticipation to explore, he paused – but only for a moment.

She was real. He knew without exception. She was real again. The pain of losing her that fateful night, not knowing what had happened, pleading with anyone who might listen, “Where is my wife?! What’s happened to my wife?! Help me understand, please!!!”

Looking back was not an option. If he had, he might have seen his mother crying at his side. Six excruciating months, and nothing, not the slightest hint of recovery or life. He was brain dead. It was time to let him go.

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M. J.



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Saturday, October 13, 2012

Buried Treasure


by M. J. Joachim
Transformed by the light, she sparkled in the sun. There was nothing new about this phenomenon, at least not to her. Glistening was essential to her beauty, though few would care to notice. Instead, they walked all over her, pushing her and beating her into the ground.

It was a sad plight, if she chose to look at it that way. Getting tossed about, tugged, pulled and yanked in all directions. Yet each bit of energy surged within her, as it molded her into what she must become.

She too was full of life, though no one seemed to notice or care…

No one save the mad scientist, that is. He knew there was more to her than meets the eye.

Startled by the giant eyeball looking down on her, and immobilized by the scientist’ tools, she unveiled herself.

“Eye has not seen the wonders of God in a simple grain of sand,” he said aloud, “and I have discovered a treasury few will ever understand.”

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M. J.

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Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Alien Invasion


by M. J. Joachim
Just another day switching laundry and doing chores… everything except the garage, right? There was always an excuse not to clean the garage, especially with all the noises that seemed to come from in there recently.

Natalie tried to dismiss them as much as she could. When that didn’t work, she blamed it on the neighbor’s pregnant cat, convincing herself that Cali had her litter in there, far from any people and disturbances. Big trucks always had a way of setting off car alarms in driveways and rattling windows on her street; she attributed the noises to those, as well.

As she loaded the washer this particular day, the noises grew louder and louder. Natalie could hear them above the water filling the machine. She reached over and double bolted the garage door, making sure the newest chain was latched securely. “I wish these noises would just go away!” she shouted out loud. And that’s when she knew…

“I’ll check again to find out more,” it said. Natalie felt the blast of energy enter her body, as she watched the garage door disintegrate before her very eyes. “I need to inform my people about you,” the alien replied.

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M. J.

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Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Jacobs Haunted House


by M. J. Joachim
Walking through the cornfields was scary, but not as scary as running into mean old Mr. Jacobs. All the kids knew enough to avoid his house on Halloween, which is why everyone always dared the littlest kid to go knock on his door. Justin had been the littlest kid for years. He knew what was in store, and he didn’t want any part of it.

As they approached Mr. Jacobs’ house, Justin was sent on ahead, while the rest of the kids hid behind bushes and trees. Every year, they’d watch Justin go inside. He’d stay for about ten minutes, then reemerge with the biggest bag of candy in the neighborhood. The big boys would all divvy up the goods and race for home, while Justin slowly staggered behind.

This year, Justin made up his mind. He was going to hide, instead of entering Mr. Jacobs’ house. When he didn’t come out, his brother Seth went up to the house. Justin saw Jacobs grab him by the scruff of the neck and take him inside. He ran to get his other brothers. “Don’t let him hurt him, boys. Please don’t let Jacobs hurt Seth like he’s always hurt me!”

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M. J.

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Monday, September 24, 2012

Terror in the Streets


by M. J. Joachim

Exhaustion set in rapidly. Dick had no idea it would strike so fast. Hadn’t his rifle alerted his comrades of the terror? Where was everyone? Didn’t they know he needed to be rescued too? Why hadn’t they come back for him?
Gazing up at the…no, where was it? The moon and stars should be just overhead!

Too much smoke and ash clouded the view. Then flames, first only a few, until the fire grew, encompassing his entire surroundings. It was boiling hot, but the flames never touched him – only their smoke filtered through the air.

Dragged past blown up cars, Dick could see the American flag torn to shreds and on fire. He could hear the angry shrieks of all the people – people who threw rocks at him, kicked dust in his face, spat on him and reviled his very existence.

The crowd could not be contained. Orders in these situations were clear. Kill and be killed! He took a small grenade from inside his army vest, removed the pin and blew them all to smithereens. 

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Saturday, September 22, 2012

Essence of Jewels


by M. J. Joachim
Bright orange, then glistening rows of purple disappeared from the screen. Dena clicked on the special white block and knocked out all the blue shapes too. Her friends hurriedly tried to catch her, knowing what winning Bejeweled on Facebook meant tonight. The phrase “going viral” took on new meaning. The experience of a lifetime was waiting!

Before she could blink, Dena found herself mesmerized by the screen…

Drawn in, captivated and transported to another time, another place.

Transitioning was blinding!!!

“Oh, my head! My head!!! It hurts so bad,” she screamed!!!

No one responded to her cries.

Vibrant light, shattering voltages, Dena jerked, then exploded and suddenly disappeared.

Slowly, she felt herself reemerge; she squinted to see where she was.

“Glory, Robin, Judith, Olivia, Susan???”

If only they could understand what winning Bejeweled on Facebook really meant tonight!!!

“Ladies, what are you doing? Why are you trying to kill me,” she pleaded, hoping they could see and understand.

Without warning, Dena was zapped again into oblivion. 

Captured by the promise of jewels, caught by their very essence, she was to remain forever trapped!

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M. J.

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Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Dark Knight


by M. J. Joachim
 “It must be noon by now,” she sighed, while staring blankly out the window. Rain and hail exemplified her mood. All her life, she had waited for her knight in shining armor, dreamed of white picket fences, flowers in the yard and children – lots and lots of children.

She would have them all and then some. Dreams of innocence captured in a life of reality – a fantasy come true. Her knight was tall, dark and extremely intelligent, a man whose only desire was to please her, giving her everything her heart desired, without ever giving her a reason to doubt his faithfulness to her.

Slowly, the doorknob to her bedroom creaked, announcing her beloved’s return. Gently he placed their newest little one into her arms, as he wiped a tear off her cheek. “You don’t like him,” he asked. “You wanted a girl this time instead, or maybe twins?”

Holding back the fear, she clutched the new baby to her chest. “He’s perfect, Honey. I promise,” she replied aloud. Then, ever so softly, she whispered in her new baby’s ear, “I’ll bet your real mama feels exactly the same way.”

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M. J.

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Tuesday, September 18, 2012

America Under Attack


Captured by the innocence, he tried to get away. Returning home was one of the hardest things he ever did. Sharing with her would be impossible. Even if he could, no one ever needed to glimpse the face of evil.

That was his call to arms, his and all his comrades. Hell, he couldn’t wait to serve his country when he was just a kid. Now that he had, there was no turning back.

“People hate Americans!” That’s all that he could say. “They hate us and they want us dead!” Protecting them was non-negotiable – serving on their soil, living by their rules in the name of democracy. “Their leaders don’t want democracy,” he shouted in his sleep one night. “They only want Americans dead!”

When he turned on the news the next morning, he was horrified. America was under attack again. “We have no right to upset other nations by forcing them to be like us,” declared the President of the United States. “We must accept responsibility for our actions, and try to heal these wounds.”

At that moment, innocence was lost forever. She held her soldier tightly in her arms, and finally understood all there was to know.

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That’s all for now, good people! May God bless America!

M. J.

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Monday, September 17, 2012

Guilty Pleasures


by M. J. Joachim

She was just another blogger, writing and posting, posting and writing, when suddenly, she was caught up in the midst of an exhilarating proposition – that of denying the emotion of the day. It was a call to engage in her innermost, secretive guilty pleasures and expose herself to all the world. Would she? Could she? Does anyone dare to pass up such an opportunity without regret?

Answering the questions – a tough proposition at best! The interrogation into her psyche would only leave her crumbling and ready to explode from all the anxiety! “Well, okay then,” she unabashedly declared! “If I must, I must!”

Movies – adventurous, but minimize the gory please!
Music – piano, hands down…any type (jazz, classical, rock etc.), anywhere
Books – seriously…you jest, I’m almost certain! Well, most recently, I find myself fascinated by author Edgar Allen Poe. Perhaps you’ve heard of him?

As for guilty pleasures…pass the chocolate, wine and grapes please, for this is how to have the ultimate experience when indulging in any of the above three categorical genres.


Until next time good people, I wish you well!

M. J.

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Friday, September 14, 2012

Internal Dialog

by M. J. Joachim


“Don’t even get me started about the day you sent him packing!”

“But he was cheating on me. What else was I supposed to do?”

“Yea, but you knew then that your world would be turned upside down. How could you possibly expect to be any better off, now that you have to sell yourself for money on the streets, just to survive?!”

“I didn’t want to…you know I didn’t want to!”

“It’s only a small needle. Just take it… to ease some of the pain…”

“I was a wealthy business woman, married to one of the richest men in town. How did it come to this? Shooting up? No, no…I can’t possibly do that…what would my kids think if they ever find me?!”

“Just a little…you don’t need much.”

“There’s a better path for me, one that will solve this mess and minimize my family’s pain.”

The noise was horrifyingly deafening as she fell to the floor, brains exploding and landing on the others, broken people who chose to be numb instead. Not one of them heard a thing.

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Thursday, September 13, 2012

Insatiable Food


by M. J. Joachim

As they looked up, all they could see was the bucket of slop being hurled at them again! Day after day, they struggled, digging through the dirt, crawling over each other, foraging for food. What purpose could they have, except to please their master? Most of them would be dead soon anyway. It was impossible to live for very long in these conditions.

Quite unexpectedly, several of them darted, startled by the light. Scrambling for cover, they tried to shield themselves. Forced to move, they found themselves literally thrown into a new arena. Only the strong survived. They others quickly withered and died. Only one was determined to conquer the conqueror.

Steadily, this one picked and chose only the best morsels to eat. Day in and day out, she worked diligently, carving her path in the filthy surroundings. Ever stronger, she acclimated herself to the light, slowly crawling toward it more each day, hiding in unsuspecting places as she moved.

The squeal of her master was one of pure delight, as she sacrificed herself once and for all. Her death leaving behind the bitterest of flavors, when her master bit into the first juicy, ripe tomato of the season.  


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Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Latchkey Kid


by M. J. Joachim

Growling, the dog reared back, raised the hair on its neck, showed his teeth with complete ferociousness and slowly prepared to lunge toward the front door.

Through the side glass window, Jeremy could see the shady figure, ominously reaching for the doorknob. Jeremy knew he should have remembered to lock the door when he got home from school, but he was hungry. Eating occupied his mind.

If only he had remembered before it had gotten so late. His parents trusted him. They told him how responsible he was, which is why they let him stay home alone after school, while they worked all those long hours.

Moments passed…

Loud screams were heard amidst the noise of the snarling dog, then sirens. Neighbors gathered in horror.

As Jeremy’s father approached the scene, his knees gave way beneath him. Blood soaked into his pants. The new television, a computer and some jewelry had been stolen; the life of his ten year old son was gone.

Jeremy’s mother was unable to be reached as yet. Her client required cell phones to be off whenever meetings took place. It took several hours for her to get the news.

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