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Tick Tock – An Original Story: Part 2

Part One here “Can I help again today Dad?” “Of course son, come on.” It was time to wind the watch. He looked forward to watching his father reverently remove the watch from its stand in the glass case on the bookshelf in the den of their house. Gently he took the watch down and laid it on a soft piece of material on the desk next to a lamp. He sat on a stool next to his father watching his father’s skilled hands polishing the watch’s casing. Then he slowly opened it, blew out imaginary dust from the hinge, and polished the crystal. Then, with his eyes glued to the project, he watched his dad carefully wind the watch three and a half times, listen to it tick and listen to it tock. Then, following another quick wipe-down he tenderly set it back in the glass case. “This watch must be wound every day. It is important never to

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Capt McNeely
Apr 15, 2017
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Tick Tock – An Original Short Story Part: 1

TICK…the watch hand clicked each second away…TOCK…each second seemed slower than the prervious one…TICK…it had been two hours since they had left him…TOCK…it was the first time he had been alone for three months, maybe four…TICK…it was hard to remember…TOCK…the seconds were getting slower…TICK…maybe the watch needed to be wound…TOCK…where had he left it…TICK…he could never remember where he set it…TOCK…“it must be wound every day to keep working”…TICK…his father’s words echoed in his mind and he began to panic. His father hadn’t said what would happen if the watch was not wound…TOCK…would it stop working? Nothing could be worse than that…TICK…he searched frantically for it…TOCK… The watch was a golden pocket watch. It was just over three inches in diameter with a large knob on the top to wind it. The outside of the gleaming gold that the watch was made of held no images, no scratches, no etching, nothing that took away from the light that always seemed

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Capt McNeely
Apr 9, 2017
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The Little Mermaid – Pain, Love, and Death

Years ago, when I was in school, the entirety of students were shuffled into the gym for a long-forgotten reason, sat down on the hard, wooden floor and “The Little Mermaid” was projected for us all to watch. I think that my favorite part of this Disney version was the singing seagull who walloped through the hit song “Kiss the Girl” with guttural la-la-las until he was physically silenced by the little red crab. I loved the juxtaposition of a happy little tune on a romantic date trying to set the mood for some smooching and this seagull is bellowing in the background just trying to fit in…why is he the only animal in the whole Disney-oceanic world who can’t sing? In this well-known version of this cartoon the foul-singing fowl is painful on the ears, but the original story is filled to the brim with pain and misery. Hans Christian Anderson wrote a tale of a young mermaid who

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Capt McNeely
Dec 29, 2016
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Cinderella…The Real Story

Most people know the story of Cinderella. Poor orphaned girl with step-mother and even worse-step sisters who woos the dreamy prince charming at a ball in a dress crafted by whimsical animals and a fairy godmother. We know about the glass slipper and the stroke of midnight. We know about the happily ever after. However, like most fairy tales, the real story written by the Grimm brothers is much darker. There is no stroke of midnight, no dimwitted mice, and no bibbity-boppity-boo. So here it goes. Cinderella is not the real name of the protagonist. We never know her name (or anyone else’s in the tale). The story starts with her mother’s last words before dying of an unknown illness encouraging her daughter to always be good and kind. The loss of her mother breaks poor Cinderella and she spends each day at her mother’s grave. After a year, her father marries a woman who brings two daughters into the

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Capt McNeely
Dec 17, 2016

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Tick Tock – An Original Story: Part 2

Part One here “Can I help again today Dad?” “Of course son, come on.” It was time to wind the watch. He looked forward to watching his father reverently remove the watch from its stand in the glass case on the bookshelf in the den of their house. Gently he took the watch down and laid it on a soft piece of material on the desk next to a lamp. He sat on a stool next to his father watching his father’s skilled hands polishing the watch’s casing. Then he slowly opened it, blew out imaginary dust from the hinge, and polished the crystal. Then, with his eyes glued to the project, he watched his dad carefully wind the watch three and a half times, listen to it tick and listen to it tock. Then, following another quick wipe-down he tenderly set it back in the glass case. “This watch must be wound every day. It is important never to

Continue reading →
Capt McNeely
Apr 15, 2017
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Tick Tock – An Original Short Story Part: 1

TICK…the watch hand clicked each second away…TOCK…each second seemed slower than the prervious one…TICK…it had been two hours since they had left him…TOCK…it was the first time he had been alone for three months, maybe four…TICK…it was hard to remember…TOCK…the seconds were getting slower…TICK…maybe the watch needed to be wound…TOCK…where had he left it…TICK…he could never remember where he set it…TOCK…“it must be wound every day to keep working”…TICK…his father’s words echoed in his mind and he began to panic. His father hadn’t said what would happen if the watch was not wound…TOCK…would it stop working? Nothing could be worse than that…TICK…he searched frantically for it…TOCK… The watch was a golden pocket watch. It was just over three inches in diameter with a large knob on the top to wind it. The outside of the gleaming gold that the watch was made of held no images, no scratches, no etching, nothing that took away from the light that always seemed

Continue reading →
Capt McNeely
Apr 9, 2017
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The Little Mermaid – Pain, Love, and Death

Years ago, when I was in school, the entirety of students were shuffled into the gym for a long-forgotten reason, sat down on the hard, wooden floor and “The Little Mermaid” was projected for us all to watch. I think that my favorite part of this Disney version was the singing seagull who walloped through the hit song “Kiss the Girl” with guttural la-la-las until he was physically silenced by the little red crab. I loved the juxtaposition of a happy little tune on a romantic date trying to set the mood for some smooching and this seagull is bellowing in the background just trying to fit in…why is he the only animal in the whole Disney-oceanic world who can’t sing? In this well-known version of this cartoon the foul-singing fowl is painful on the ears, but the original story is filled to the brim with pain and misery. Hans Christian Anderson wrote a tale of a young mermaid who

Continue reading →
Capt McNeely
Dec 29, 2016
Horror Fuel

Cinderella…The Real Story

Most people know the story of Cinderella. Poor orphaned girl with step-mother and even worse-step sisters who woos the dreamy prince charming at a ball in a dress crafted by whimsical animals and a fairy godmother. We know about the glass slipper and the stroke of midnight. We know about the happily ever after. However, like most fairy tales, the real story written by the Grimm brothers is much darker. There is no stroke of midnight, no dimwitted mice, and no bibbity-boppity-boo. So here it goes. Cinderella is not the real name of the protagonist. We never know her name (or anyone else’s in the tale). The story starts with her mother’s last words before dying of an unknown illness encouraging her daughter to always be good and kind. The loss of her mother breaks poor Cinderella and she spends each day at her mother’s grave. After a year, her father marries a woman who brings two daughters into the

Continue reading →
Capt McNeely
Dec 17, 2016