Exceptional A bizarre vision of a possible world. Until Now by jackiesmuse Artwork by Angelheart on FanArtReview.com

Category:  Commentary and Philosophy Fiction   Posted:  July 6, 2006      Views: 121

JACKIESMUSE  IN PRINT   ABOUT JACKIESMUSE  Jackiesmuse is a published writer, playwright, and composer. She co-wrote, designed and edited a history book, which is used as a supplemental text in colleges and universities. Jackie represented the United States in Sydney, Australia, where she sang her original songs in concert at the Sydney Domain. Her songs have won recognition in song competitions, and have received radio air play. Jackie's music is also used in video presentations, and can be found in libraries throughout the USA. Her stage plays have won recognition, and have been produced across the USA. Her one act play, Gray Lady's Angel Baby was chosen by the Dramatists Guild of America for a June, 2009 staged reading. TickTock, was chosen by the Guild for a June, 2008 staged reading. Her short play,'Freedom's Last Breath', was also chosen by the Guild for a June, 2007 staged reading. Jackie's play, 'One Flew into the Cuckoo's Nest', has won contest recognition. Her ten-minute play,'Brother Can You Spare Me?' was used by a high school for its state drama competitions in 2005 and 2006, as was her short play, 'The Nest', which was entered in 2007. She directed her short play, 'Gray Lady's Angel Baby' in a university setting (ASU West) in 2001, and was chosen (Fall, 2007-Phoenix College production) as musical director for the Readers Theatre play, "Memorial" by Charles Laborde. Jackie's non-fiction has been published in various publications. Her short story, 'Time Traveling in Pink Chenille' was chosen for inclusion in a national magazine. One of Jackie's musical dramas (Rocket City!) has enjoyed productions in Illinois, Texas and Arizona, and is under consideration for a Broadway staged reading in the near future. Other books by jackiesmuse coming soon... She has won several contests. The contest submission The Beldons, Alone Again was the first place winner in the contest Flash Fiction. Madam Kuro was the first place winner in the contest Strong Character. Freedom's Last Breath was the first place winner in the contest Strong Character. Portfolio | Become A Fan "I saw it coming" were the first and only words she uttered in that horrific moment that crystallized the shape of our world, twisting it into its now unrecognizable malignant mass of terror.   "I saw it coming" became her mantra, as she hugged her legs and rocked in her mind-prison; silent screams shaking her to her soul, while she waited for our epiphany. Her grief-song, springing forth from her indescribable anguish, had played just below our collective consciousness; mankind in deep denial. We would not believe, could not believe such horror could exist in our world: we jumped over the blood puddles imagining creek beds and streams of chilly, clear water, while we skipped the flat stones ( cherry-picked from bone piles) across the expanse of bitter bile; we parroted talking-points while tiptoeing through the carnage, eyes slammed shut. "I saw it coming." Her mantra suspended far above the unspeakable pain, as she became our silent savior, washing our bloody feet, our slippery, sticky stones; as she patiently stroked our trembling hands, while we covered hemorrhaging ears, crimson oozing onto ivory knuckles. We used her, wasted her, in that old world; we sucked her dry and then cancelled her. The womb had been the staging area; there had been no further want or desire, nor advantage to be taken, once life's flood gate had opened and set us free into the narcissistic world of our creation. Her tears beseeched us, but never reached us--until now, as militant dissention decimates tomorrow; as levies break, blood-floods filling every crevice; as vulnerability wields its hammer-blow, splitting silent fears wide open, while red worms make holes in our souls, crawling in and out at will.   Only now, as the ravens hover over our burned and blackened land (over the nether world we must now inhabit), do we acknowledge our shriveled foreskin, our self-inflicted castration, as her mantra is taken by the whirlwind and released to the world, a horror unspoken--until now. Share your own writing! - Information on our membership for writers. Author Notes The state of our world (combined with a late night pepperoni pizza indiscretion) created this piece. Thanks to Angelheart for the art. Pays one point and 2 member cents.

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