Tag: Mark Edgemon

There was once a little boy who dreamed of sailing around the world. He shared his dream with his mother and father, his teachers and schoolmates, his minister and his friends. But instead of embracing his dreams and encouraging him to follow his heart's desire, they made fun of him, laughed at him and belittled his vision. "You will never sail around the world," his father scoffed. "When you are of age, I will...

There was a normal looking girl who wanted to be beautiful. She was beautiful in a way with her light brown hair, fresh natural face and a pleasant smile. But she was jealous of other girls, who looked more glamorous, and she decided to find ways of making herself more beautiful. But no matter how hard she tried, she could never look more attractive and this reality caused her great sadness and disappointment...

Dr. Don Haberdey wanted success more than anything. That's why he became a doctor. He would do anything to afford the outward show of prosperity. It wasn't the wealth he wanted ... it was the respect. As he was growing up, his father would belittle and berate him, crushing his self-image, causing him to feel awkward and to stutter, which increased his father's embarrassment. Throughout college he studied hard to make good grades so he could show his father that he had worth. But his father...

There was a tavern, located somewhere in the State Of Apathy, where knights and damsels, wizards and monks, could all eat and drink together and escape the evil outside, which was depressing and bewildering, to say the least. No one had the desire to do anything about anything in The State Of Apathy, except escape the reality that they lived day after day and the only place to do that was the tavern.

There was a fallen idol named Imus, who was a person like you and me, who said a bad word and all the sainted people throughout the sainted land, came out to judge this person, who fell from grace or some place that looked like grace. The first group of sainted folks were called the gossipers. These sainted people tore off his shirt and beat him unmercifully as punishment for the bad word he had said. It was a good thing these folks were sainted...

The flies in Marvin's house were unbearable. Living near a landfill had its drawbacks, which included rats, roaches, flies and other species of uninvited guests, who would drop over without an invitation. He called an exterminator once, who came over to his house and laughed. The upside was his house came cheap, only two thousand dollars at the city's land auction. He only had to pay the delinquent taxes. But the flies were a major problem.

Industrialist C. J. Bastee was a successful businessman, whose motto was to work hard and be hard, proved it everyday by cutting cost to the bone no matter what the cost to workers or their safety. Matter of fact, his worker's fear made him feel more important. He would use every opportunity to intimidate them or threaten their job security, by given them some impossible task to do and fire them, if they did not complete it.

Bap was scared. She could smell death on her master, who was also her protector. She had been with him now 4 years, since her master rescued her during a rainstorm, when she was separated from her first masters. Her master was an over weight loner, who had no one in his life except Bap, his cocker spaniel. He didn't want to be a loner, but he had a bad self image problem and believed no one would want to spend time with him, so he found ways of making that self fulfilling prophecy come to pass.

Truth is the source of all power. It is the foundation from which all exist. Since lies are the absence of truth, power does not exist, without the presence of truth. How do leaders who do evil stay in power. The people, being evil themselves, choose their leaders after their own image and being apathetic to their lies and afraid of change, they continue with them. But there are those, who have the power to change evil in this world. Our story begins, in the sleepy land of Chattatook.

Once, in a time that was not, there was a castle of the mind, a good castle in medieval times, which was a time that followed after the least of evil times, which came after the void of evil times, when there was no evil at all. But evil was very present in this time and it was difficult to find anyone who had virtue. The Good Castle of Medulla Oblongata was a refuge for the spiritual and the creative. The castle protected those souls from the empty, vacant spirit, which lay in wait outside.