TIME TRAVELLING — MARISSA — 01

 

 

Chapter 01 — A Disappearing Act

 

Baby Marissa (photo by Ann Quinn)
Baby Marissa ( photo by Ann Quinn)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The mother was 33 years old and had waited for ten long married years to finally conceive.  Together with her husband, The Magician, she was part of an exciting “Disappearing Act” with the local Circus team.  “Local” was a misnomer, as they were most of the time traveling from place to place.  Many other such teams had a similar act, but she and her husband were the only ones who did not make a mystery of it — anybody could check their paraphernalia, to make sure there were no secret traps or other means of tricking the spectators.  She was really disappearing and reappearing on cue and no one could find the secret to this incredible ACT.  That was the reason why they were in such high demand and it left little room for thinking about having a family bigger than two.

Now she was living a wonderful dream come true — when she had thought it was no longer an option, she had discovered she was pregnant.  The Disappearing Act had not suffered much.  Only the armoire in which she entered on the stage in order to perform it, had had to be enlarged to accommodate for her future daughter.

Now she proudly adjusted the head of her bed to be more comfortable when her baby girl would be delivered into her arms.  Feeding time was announced by tiny mewlings from tiny infants.

The nurse pushed the cart with the six pink and blue cocoons and started by placing a blue packet in the arms of the first of the mothers on her list.  Automatically, she picked the next bundle of joy on the cart and placed it in the next woman’s arms, intent on finishing the job in record time.  The poor mites sounded real hungry.

“Nurse,” said the woman holding a blue cocoon back to the nurse, “This is not my baby.  Mine is a girl.”

The nurse checked her list — the mother was right.  She was holding a blue cocoon though she was listed as mother of a girl.  Again, the nurse checked her list, then she checked the cart.  There were only three cocoons left out of six, but she had delivered only two.  One was missing.  She was sure she had had  six when she had started on this round, but it seemed that one had disappeared.  She ran back to the nurses’ station and announced that a baby was missing, then she ran back and placed the rest of the babies with their respective mothers, including the boy she had mistakenly placed with the wrong woman, then ran back again to check if anybody had found the missing bundle of pink joy…

The Police arrived and started by taking the nurse away for questioning.  The mothers in the ward all said they’d seen no one else aside from the nurse with her baby cart.

Security tapes were viewed and nobody could see anything but the nurse coming with the loaded cart, the six babies, and then, after some static interference, only five were left.  Even the interference could not be analysed more — just a moment’s shimmer in the video before the mysterious disappearance.

The parents were distraught, the father vocally furious, the mother crying desperately, facing total devastation.

The outside videos could not be interpreted either — too many people kept coming and going, crossing in front of moving or stationary cars, with nothing to point into a clear direction…

The nurse remained the only suspect, but they had to let her go in the end.

It became the event of the year — the baby of the most celebrated couple performing the Disappearing Act had disappeared, vanished without a sign…

 

Ttime did its duty — a year passed and almost everybody forgot about it except for the parents who, when the next miracle occurred, had the baby at home to insure no repeat could take place.

As for the nurse, she had to leave the hospital under a cloud of suspicion and had to change her specialty from pediatrics to orthopedics in order to survive.

Tips on how to write a story

 

If you wonder how some people can write stories, the answer is very simple — first you must want to do so.  Then, just looking around may give you ideas.

  • Sometimes, a fact of life brings to mind a story, or just a spark of a story.

If you have paper and pencil, or more modern, a latest model of phone cum computer, jot it down before other ideas push it out of your mind.  An active person can have a zillion of ideas a day, so it is easy to lose them.

It is interesting how once it is put down in writing, you will not forget it as easily.  Other sparks come and go, but if you continue to put them down in writing, in the end you may find out you have an outline for a real story.

  • Sometimes, you wake up from such a clear dream – thrilling or romantic or just plain bizarre…

Get it down in writing.  Dreams are notorious for getting lost, completely out of daylight memory. All you can remember is that it was funny, or threatening, or …I don’t know what…  But they are lost.  I tried to record my vivid dreams the moment I awake, but listening at my recordings after I was awake, I discovered that all I had was an unintelligible mumbling.  If you want to keep them, you have to record them in writing.  Then you can embroider on the initial dream…

  • Another time, you watch a program on TV and the spark jumps from the screen to your mind!
  • I am member in a group of writers and sometimes we need a prompt in order to produce a story.

The opening chapter of “Save Magic City” may remind you of “The Iron Giant” animation movie.  But the story is based on facts of life and politics.  And I love magic.  So, the resulting story is based on all these elements.

Now I have embarked on this “Time Travelling” new adventure.  I started with Marissa, a girl of 12 years of age, who is living in the Middle Ages and who discovers she can travel in time or space, as she needs.  She lives in the Middle Ages, but she meets all the characters from “Save Magic City” and they all become friends and traveling comrades…

If you have not yet read “Save Magic City”, you may order the e-book at iUnivers or any of their distributors.  Marissa’s story you’ll be able to read on my website blog.

Peanut Butter — Friend or Foe?

Free photo from Google search
Free photo from Google search

Peanut butter — a treat to die for!  We love it smooth or crunchy, with a fork or with a spoon…  So tasty, luscious, enticing…

I remember the time when the first mother demanded the proscription of peanut butter from the school where her allergic son was going, and the general outcry against the idea!

She won and now most schools operate under zero acceptance of peanut butter on the premises.  I think the posession of epipens is a must as well.  But we, the peanut butter eaters cannot care less… until tragedy strikes.

A friend of a friend of mine has a little girl, Ann, who goes to such a school.  She eats peanut butter sandwiches at home, but does not take them at school.

Ann has a best friend, Carly, in same school, same class with Ann, but her parents do not let Carly out for Halloween Trick or Treating.  So Ann decided to share her bounty with her friend.

Generosity might kill!

All parents try to imbue the children with sharing qualities.  Who among us can judge little Ann’s decision to share her Trick or Treat bounty with her best friend?

And so it came that next day after Halloween, Ann took several Reese’s cookies with her to school.  Her parents did not know, her teacher did not know…  At lunch bresk, tragedy struck!

Little Carly got so sick, paramedics were called, Carly was whisked to the hospital…

Everybody took a long sigh of relief when they found out little Carly was responding to medication and everything was under control.

Imagine how little Ann was feeling during this agitated episode…  She had just wanted to share…

Now she knows why Carly never went Trick or Treating.

Let us make sure all children know about the dangers of allergies and the do’s and don’t’s related to them Continue reading “Peanut Butter — Friend or Foe?”

About Tasers

Lethal weapon
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Last evening, while watching the news, I heard about the mysterious death of a tasered guy.

Mysterious my foot. Tasers are dangerous electrocuting weapons.

With my thanks to Wikipedia, here is a definition and description of tasers: “A Taser or conducted electrical weapon is an electroshock weapon sold by Taser International. It fires two small dart-like electrodes, which stay connected to the main unit by conductors, to deliver electric current to disrupt voluntary control of muscles causing “neuromuscular incapacitation”. Someone struck by a Taser experiences over-stimulation of sensory nerves and motor nerves, resulting in strong involuntary muscle contractions.”

Sounds politically correct — you are bad, you get punished!

The problem stsrts when the “electrocuted person” decides that enough is enough and curles up and dies!

Why did he/she die? no beating was involved, no fire arms were fired — however, the victim is as dead as dead can be!

Why?

Did you ever hear that your heart is a muscle? A muscle that beats non-stop for the duration of your life? Your entire life?

If you are young and think yourself invincible (been there, done that), think a moment about your heart.
It too needs rest — not total and abso;ute, like in death, but with a bit of consideretion from us, rest from extreme effort and substance abuse (and you could include here a multitude of things, like tobacco, alcohol, drugs (legal or not)), and let’s not forget JUNK food! All these are adding on the stress we submit our hearts to but we do not think of it as something of importance until we get an electroshock. Lightning may be a source, or stepping on a live wire in the rain, or being tasered!

Let’s go back to the definition part that says: “A Taser delivers electric current to disrupt voluntary control of muscles causing “neuromuscular incapacitation”. Someone struck by a Taser experiences over-stimulation of sensory nerves and motor nerves, resulting in strong involuntary muscle contractions.”

We do not know what is happening inside our bodies, but all our actions have repercussion. Bad food, drugs, alcohol, nicotine, etc. add up and start making small deposits of gunk on the walls of our arteries. I know — I have them and I’m paying for my youthful excesses. So I took a course of “self defense” — how to protect myself against sudden death caused by heart failure.

I know, you are too young to think about such dire things, but, nevertheless, an ounce of prevention….

At this course, a doctor cardiologist came to explain to us what happens inside our arteries. So you think I’m changing subject? Not at all — arteries carry blood with Oxigen to the heart. Heart needs to eat and breath in order to function. Like a person. Cut the Oxigen and the blood supply and the heart dies, and you with your heart as well.

So, all the gunk we put into our bodies is carried by blood to the heart. When too much gunk, it starts being deposited in the arteries walls forming solid plaque. Its role is to protect the arteries, or at least that was their original role. In time, arteries become rigid and blood presure goes up when we make an effort that requires more blood to be pumped in the same amount of time. An involuntary contraction of the heart muscle will pump enormous amounts of blood all at once and the arteries may burst under presure, like an old, cracked hose, and here you have “unknown reason of deatr” in young tasered people!

Aside from bursting an important blood vessel, there is another way to find the way to heaven through tasering.

There is the hardening of arteries, and there is a soft plaque that nobody bothers to mention or measure. It is inside the artery, deposited directly from the blood flow overcharged with substance garbage. Did I say it is unstable?

Do you think the good policeman asks for your bill of health before tasering you? You get it and the same muscular spasm (involuntary, remember?) disturbs the gunk that explodes from its precarious place and travels through your body till it is too big Continue reading “About Tasers”