Thursday, March 10, 2022
When I Close My Eyes
Thursday, January 13, 2022
The Curse of a Bleeding Heart
The biggest problem with being a bleeding heart is when my heart bleeds. When it bleeds and there’s nothing I can do about it. I feel the pain of others as acutely and deeply as if it were my own. As if what’s happening is happening to me rather than someone else.
One sure fire way to know you’re super special to me is if my heart starts to bleed after you’ve told me about a big pain or struggle you’re experiencing. I mean, you’re not going to actually see it, but you’ll probably still be able to tell. I’ll likely just start crying. Next, I’ll want to know what I can do. Then, finally, I’ll rack my brains trying to figure out how to solve the issue that’s caused you, my dear friend, so much anguish. Not because I want to try to turn off your feelings like the flick of a switch or shut them off like a tap. I know all too well it doesn’t work that way.
No. I react the way I do because my heart breaks to see you so upset. It hurts so much that I want to rip off the culprit’s head, jump down their throat and scream bloody murder at them all at once. It’s like showing red to a bull. How dare they hurt someone so dear to me? There has to be consequences for what they’ve done. They have to know… No more than know, they need to feel the terrible pain they have inflicted on you. Because they obviously have no idea, otherwise they would never do what they did, because they wouldn't just be aware of the consequences of their actions, they would truly understand the impact of those actions. Given that understanding, maybe they would act differently.
You know I would usually never harm even a fly. But mess with someone important to me? Well then, heaven help you, because I am bound to get pretty fierce. Mess with someone important to me at your own risk and be assured that if you do, you will feel my fiery wrath.
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This story follows on from How Do You Solve A Problem and Wish, which you can read here and here
Tuesday, November 16, 2021
The Lone Chameleon
Dear Mr. Stewart,
My name is James and I live in Australia. I have been a fan of your art for a long time now. Particularly, your work The Lone Chameleon. I feel like a chameleon a lot because I feel like I'm invisible. No one really sees me, and if they do, they don't want to know me. I only wish that I could really turn invisible like the Lone Chameleon can. It might be better that way. I wouldn't be able to be seen to be picked on any more.
Anyway, I have a chance at a friend, but whoever they are.. They want it to be secret. At least for now. I guess it's safer that way. I really like The Lone Chameleon and I wanted to know if it'd be ok for me to borrow the name to use with this new secret friend of mine? I hope you write back and it's ok.
James
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Dear James,
You can call me Marty if you'd like. Mr. Stewart makes me sound a bit old, but I'm really not sure if I'm that much older than you. I'm really happy to hear you like The Lone Chameleon so much. It's one of my favorite creations. You're welcome to borrow, or should I share the name. I'll just ask one thing if I may- if anyone asks where it came from, tell them about me, ok?
I'm not sure if you've seen or know about it already, but if you look on my website, I've written the story behind The Lone Chameleon there. I thought that might interest you, but want to say for now that you're not alone. Also, it sounds like things might be a little rough for you- I'm real sorry about that and hope it gets better soon. All the Best,
Marty
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Marty Stewart was first featured in my short story The Storyteller, written in honour of Stan Lee, which you can read here.
You can also read more of James's story in my latest longer release, Cam & Goldie, over on Wattpad here. The first few chapters are up now.
Thursday, October 28, 2021
No Words
The sky overhead was covered with big clouds. Not a touch of bright blue in sight. Rain ran down, drenching everything it touched with it's freezing cold droplets as darkness descended upon her world.
She lay on the ground, alone, silent and stuck in place. She'd long ago given up on trying to move. It was no use, being trapped by invisible chains that kept her bound. No longer could she scream or make a tiny sound, for all of that had long been lost to her. Even if she'd been able to manage some kind of small squeak, there was no one to hear it. At least, no one who cared. Those who did, those who tried, were all ripped away and she was beaten further down. Just to reinforce the lesson. Don't bother trying. No matter what you do, it won't be good enough. If it is good, you'll be laughed at for your efforts. And most importantly, no matter what, you are on your own.
So she lay still and silent, wishing that she could just melt away. That she could somehow evaporate into the ground and cease to exist. That was the only out she could see. The only way to make it all stop and go away. But she couldn't do that. She couldn't do anything.
It seemed to go on for forever, until finally, one day, it stopped. After so long in pitch blackness, she was blinded by the sunlight streaming down upon her, as if from a crack . The light illuminated something. Squinting narrowed her focus enough to allow her to recognise the something as a hand. On immediate instinct, she recoiled and flinched. Her heat beat faster, nearly jumping up to her throat. Hands weren't good, she'd learned long ago. They got ripped away, and both of them would pay a price in the end.
For long enough to lose all track of time, she stared at the hand reached toward her. Steady and unmoving. Still there. Her entire arm shook as she moved it at snail's pace toward the hand outstretched. The hand moved closer. Fingers curled around her wrist and a gentle pull helped her to her feet.
She blinked. The stranger that looked back at her wore an expression that had become foreign to her. Their face bore a soft, gentle kindness she wasn't used to anymore. The sad sympathetic smile reached to fill their eyes with tears. A sorrow and sorry for what she had been through. For the darkness that had completely enveloped her and overshadowed her entire world. She felt the air leave her lungs. The hand still holding hers squeezed, as if to say that it would be ok. But also that it was ok if it wasn't ok.
Slowly, as the hand kept on holding hers, she grew used to the light re-entering and taking over her world. She learnt that the sun wouldn't burn her to a crisp and instead, she allowed it, and the stranger's care to rewarm her freezing cold soul.
After a time, the hand let go of hers. But the stranger, now a friend, stayed standing beside her. Still there, just in case. Their very presence was all she needed to let herself be brave as she started to learn to move and walk again. They stepped forward when she stumbled, offering a hand to catch her before she fell to the ground. They helped her find her stability and steadiness when the ground beneath her feet felt shaky and fragile. They supported her balance when she needed to tiptoe so the ground beneath her wouldn't crack.
But then, the ground did crack. Her eyes darted around as she started to fall, looking for the kind stranger who had become her friend, and something of a saviour. But she couldn't see them anywhere. Their hand had disappeared. Her breath caught in her throat. She wasn't sure if they'd been ripped away, but those same feeling as if they had been flooded her now. Terrifying fear. She was frozen in place, unable to move, barely managing to breathe. The light and warmth that had filled her world disappeared and she was plunged into icy darkness. Her universe was pitch black, and it was just like she was right back there, all over again.
But just as the horrible darkness returned, so too did a hand. And not just one this time, either. Many hands all appeared to take hers. She couldn't believe her eyes as she looked at all the people around her, willing to pull her to her feet and support her shaky steps. Now, her eyes were the ones brimming with tears. A lump filled with emotion prevented any kind of speech as she allowed a few to help her up, slow and steady to stand.
Then, her breath caught, picturing what seemed like the inevitable. Every single one of the people belonging to the outstretched hands being beaten black and blue, just because of the offer of a hand. She shook her head, not wanting that for any of them. She fell hard and fast to her knees, tears streaming down her face. I'm not worth it, she wanted to tell them.
But still, the hands remained, waiting. But you are, they seemed to say, and she was reminded of that first stranger. The one who had made her feel like it was ok. She found their face amongst the many people surrounding her as they all came closer. With a collective effort of everyone, she was supported to stand, and a tight embrace ensured she would not fall again.
She felt warmth emanating from the bodies around her. Warmth that was fuelled by a genuine kind caring. By love. The warmth of several who knew she was more then she'd been led to believe. Then she now thought herself to be. People who saw her, even though she'd lost sight of herself. Who remembered, even when she'd forgotten.
She looked at all of them. She wanted to say something, to tell them all how much it meant. How much they meant. But the lump of emotion was still rock hard in her throat. Even if she had been able to speak, she wasn't sure she'd be able to find the words. She had none. No words would be adequate to begin to describe everything she felt, how much it, and they, all meant. There were no words. No words at all.
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For all of the people who have helped and supported me. You know who you are, and I have no words adequate enough to thank you. For everything.
Wednesday, September 22, 2021
Man of Contradictions
Somewhere deep in a valley between some of the tallest mountains around, was the cave where he hid. Well, it wasn't exactly hiding... Not when he was likely the only person around for miles, but all the same, he doubted anyone knew he was there. He was that quiet, he doubted anyone would even notice him if they were aware of his presence.
Tony Benjamin had learned long ago to keep to himself. Associating with people hadn't gotten him very far in his life. All it had brought was hurt and heartache. And yet, there was still a yearning to find the special someone it seemed so many others had. So for better, or perhaps for worse, Tony wore his heart on his sleeve. Just in case- you never know right? But, he still kept his distance. Just in case.
Tony looked up and down at the man opposite him, in the mirror. He saw himself as he was, but he saw too the Tony only he knew. The Tony he hid away out of near indestructible instincts to protect himself. He saw the complex contrasts; wanting connection, yet actively avoiding it, how chill and laid back he was in the rare moments he spent with others around, compared to how internally anxious he was inside.
"You confuse me," he said, shaking his head.
"I know. I confuse me too."
No one would ever guess his age from looking at him. Whether it was his anxious ruminating, intellectual ponderings or something else. Whatever it was, the facts remained the same. His worry lines were deep and he had gone grey. If you stopped at appearances, Tony Benjamin was an old man. But, if you looked deeper and gave him a chance, you'd see how young he really was. Tony was standoffish (at times) but super soft and sweet at his core. He was incredibly smart and at the same time, astoundingly anxious. Anxious because he was smart, yet at times, a little dumb because he was anxious.. How that worked, even Tony wasn't sure. What he was sure of was that he, Tony Benjamin, was a man of contradictions.
"So, knowing all of that, knowing my complex contradictions, my faults and attributes that contrast each other. Knowing all of that, would you take a chance on me?" He waits with baited breath.