Post by The Anarchist on Jul 5, 2020 14:12:37 GMT -5
July 2
1:35 am
Two of the most significant points of time for Jason and Destiny Willard. A year has officially arrived since the birth of Melanie Grace Willard. She officially became a toddler and at this time next year, will be hitting the dreaded "terrible twos."
Let's not rush the aging process.
Melanie was a very happy and active child, full of wonder as her little world started to fill in around her. She had her bad days like all children, particularly when her attempts at independence were cut off one too many times, but overall her first year was full of ease.
"Mama" and "Dada'' were often heard in her speech as she saw each parent or wished to be held by them. Her babbling was in return met with held conversation by both her parents and sisters. She was beginning to walk now, sometimes with a hand held, sometimes not, so that only furthered her exploration skills as new, undiscovered areas began opening up.
Her birthday that afternoon had the familiar faces there to celebrate in a small gathering. Melanie's favorite part was having a go at the cake the moment it was placed in front of her. The colorful frosting may as well have been a mask once she started on it. Still, she put more of the sweet treat in her mouth than was wiped from her face.
The joyous day was over shortly after that and before the sun finished saying goodnight in the west, the sleepy toddler would be off to dreamland herself.
That's where happiness ended for Jason Willard. When the next day arrived, his night came crashing down at the hands of a Midwestern bully. Bullies have many different faces and names, but this one tormentor was supposed to be a CHAMPION OF THE WORLD! Bullies have different names, but this one tormentor was known as Justin Michaels.
Or if someone wished to call him by his other name, Stormm. That second m is NOT an error.
Maybe things would've been more sunshine, lollipops and rainbows had his mother been able to make the show this year. It wasn't for a lack of trying, but life sometimes has a funny way of preventing things from happening.
Or maybe it was a sabotage by Stormm. Part of a diabolical plan to isolate a child from his mommy in order to show his true colors in front of a fawning audience, one that cheered him on. His cookout being nothing more than a clever cover for his true intentions. With a heart as black as the shadows he resides in, this simply had to be it.
Stormm broke out the shifty eyes after dismissing his family. He wanted to make sure nobody would bear witness to his treacherous assault on a child's right to happiness! He led the silver toothed creature in destroying Willard's cherished possession! That previously offered hot dog was nothing more than a bait-and-switch waiting to happen, one that Lucy had warned her son to watch out for!
If deception had a human form, it would be Justin "Stormm" Michaels. Willard could only watch in horror as his beloved gift was swallowed by the burning hot coals inside of the grill, its appetite satiated after having been kind enough to cooking whatever its master needed. It received a treat. Much like a dog would for being a good boy.
Willard was helpless in the moment, both without his parental and in the face of such villainy. Everywhere he could possibly turn, there was one of his faithful minions around cheering him on. Every bite of food may as well have been Stormm went about his festivity like he had done nothing wrong.
But the truth doesn't lie, Stormm.
Willard had to seek shelter away from the forces of nature (aka his faithful minions) and from backstage spectators who collectively were part of the PCW realm. He sought isolation. He yearned for his mother in that moment. Tears of anguish were starting to wet his skin. He needed her. Wanted her warmth, love and comfort. Mommy would make everything better.
Mommy always made everything better.
Hearing her voice would have to suffice for now. The saccharine sweetness of such being irresistible to his ears and heart. Lucy's anger was blanketed by her soothing calm as she engaged her child. It wasn't Willard's fault that Stormm could no longer call his own whenever he wanted!
Lucy knew she was turning his frown upside down. By the time they finished talking, Willard's spirit had been repaired. Then came one of Stormm's spies. Thy name is Shane Dodge. Willard was forewarned he may be dispatched during his call, so a plan was put together and executed.
Fool me once, Stormm.
Willard watched the remainder of the show like everyone else. The Bully of Kansas vs The Big Dog. The outcome was never in question, but maybe there were some out there wishing on a star for the opposite to happen. It had crossed Willard's mind. But then if he were spotted by the grazing zebra, Stormm would win on a technicality.
Willard remembered his lesson about what comes to those who wait. So he did. Then a good thing did come to him. He had his hand raised in victory and was awarded the bully's golden trophy! Someone got his name wrong, but that was easily forgotten. Willard was determined to show the faithful minions they hadn't beat him! The four corners were all conquered as the night drew closer to ending.
But then it happened.
Again.
Only this time, Willard was physically left laying flat while the bully mocked him to his faithful minions. For that one split second, Willard let his better judgment get lost.
He had plenty of days and nights ahead to think about it. His return to glory wouldn't be until the day after he turned forty-two. This bully of his had been a constant nearly everywhere he went for almost two decades now.
But this would be the first time one of them was defending the golden trophy against the other. Stormm has a bill to pay.
On July 19th, payment is going to be collected and payback will be unleashed.
A plan is formulated for both.
1:35 am
Two of the most significant points of time for Jason and Destiny Willard. A year has officially arrived since the birth of Melanie Grace Willard. She officially became a toddler and at this time next year, will be hitting the dreaded "terrible twos."
Let's not rush the aging process.
Melanie was a very happy and active child, full of wonder as her little world started to fill in around her. She had her bad days like all children, particularly when her attempts at independence were cut off one too many times, but overall her first year was full of ease.
"Mama" and "Dada'' were often heard in her speech as she saw each parent or wished to be held by them. Her babbling was in return met with held conversation by both her parents and sisters. She was beginning to walk now, sometimes with a hand held, sometimes not, so that only furthered her exploration skills as new, undiscovered areas began opening up.
Her birthday that afternoon had the familiar faces there to celebrate in a small gathering. Melanie's favorite part was having a go at the cake the moment it was placed in front of her. The colorful frosting may as well have been a mask once she started on it. Still, she put more of the sweet treat in her mouth than was wiped from her face.
The joyous day was over shortly after that and before the sun finished saying goodnight in the west, the sleepy toddler would be off to dreamland herself.
That's where happiness ended for Jason Willard. When the next day arrived, his night came crashing down at the hands of a Midwestern bully. Bullies have many different faces and names, but this one tormentor was supposed to be a CHAMPION OF THE WORLD! Bullies have different names, but this one tormentor was known as Justin Michaels.
Or if someone wished to call him by his other name, Stormm. That second m is NOT an error.
Maybe things would've been more sunshine, lollipops and rainbows had his mother been able to make the show this year. It wasn't for a lack of trying, but life sometimes has a funny way of preventing things from happening.
Or maybe it was a sabotage by Stormm. Part of a diabolical plan to isolate a child from his mommy in order to show his true colors in front of a fawning audience, one that cheered him on. His cookout being nothing more than a clever cover for his true intentions. With a heart as black as the shadows he resides in, this simply had to be it.
Stormm broke out the shifty eyes after dismissing his family. He wanted to make sure nobody would bear witness to his treacherous assault on a child's right to happiness! He led the silver toothed creature in destroying Willard's cherished possession! That previously offered hot dog was nothing more than a bait-and-switch waiting to happen, one that Lucy had warned her son to watch out for!
If deception had a human form, it would be Justin "Stormm" Michaels. Willard could only watch in horror as his beloved gift was swallowed by the burning hot coals inside of the grill, its appetite satiated after having been kind enough to cooking whatever its master needed. It received a treat. Much like a dog would for being a good boy.
Willard was helpless in the moment, both without his parental and in the face of such villainy. Everywhere he could possibly turn, there was one of his faithful minions around cheering him on. Every bite of food may as well have been Stormm went about his festivity like he had done nothing wrong.
But the truth doesn't lie, Stormm.
Willard had to seek shelter away from the forces of nature (aka his faithful minions) and from backstage spectators who collectively were part of the PCW realm. He sought isolation. He yearned for his mother in that moment. Tears of anguish were starting to wet his skin. He needed her. Wanted her warmth, love and comfort. Mommy would make everything better.
Mommy always made everything better.
Hearing her voice would have to suffice for now. The saccharine sweetness of such being irresistible to his ears and heart. Lucy's anger was blanketed by her soothing calm as she engaged her child. It wasn't Willard's fault that Stormm could no longer call his own whenever he wanted!
Lucy knew she was turning his frown upside down. By the time they finished talking, Willard's spirit had been repaired. Then came one of Stormm's spies. Thy name is Shane Dodge. Willard was forewarned he may be dispatched during his call, so a plan was put together and executed.
Fool me once, Stormm.
Willard watched the remainder of the show like everyone else. The Bully of Kansas vs The Big Dog. The outcome was never in question, but maybe there were some out there wishing on a star for the opposite to happen. It had crossed Willard's mind. But then if he were spotted by the grazing zebra, Stormm would win on a technicality.
Willard remembered his lesson about what comes to those who wait. So he did. Then a good thing did come to him. He had his hand raised in victory and was awarded the bully's golden trophy! Someone got his name wrong, but that was easily forgotten. Willard was determined to show the faithful minions they hadn't beat him! The four corners were all conquered as the night drew closer to ending.
But then it happened.
Again.
Only this time, Willard was physically left laying flat while the bully mocked him to his faithful minions. For that one split second, Willard let his better judgment get lost.
He had plenty of days and nights ahead to think about it. His return to glory wouldn't be until the day after he turned forty-two. This bully of his had been a constant nearly everywhere he went for almost two decades now.
But this would be the first time one of them was defending the golden trophy against the other. Stormm has a bill to pay.
On July 19th, payment is going to be collected and payback will be unleashed.
A plan is formulated for both.