A Halloween Tale (Revised)

 

A Halloween Tale (Revised)

I wrote the original version of this Halloween story in 2007. I liked the story and decided it was time to do a rewrite on it and post it for this Halloween, 2014.

castleOld2Druckel sat deep in the Black Forest not far from the Austrian border. The old cobblestone road with much damage matched perfectly with the dilapidated town hall that it led to. The small guesthouse a block away seemed to be the only business still thriving, at least the bar which sold a passable beer made locally. The royals who once enjoyed quite summers in this town had long since moved on to new playgrounds leaving Drucker in their dust. Even the forest around Drucker seemed somehow depressed and dilapidated. Continue reading “A Halloween Tale (Revised)”

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The Tale of Johnny Small

    Johnny Small was very pleased with himself.  Not for any particular reason because Johnny never bothered to develop any particular talent.  No, Johnny was pleased because everyone around him was so messed up, and Johnny just loved to belittle other people, and make them seem unloved, unvalued, and insignificant.  He made terrible fat jokes about fat kids at schools.  He poked fun of those who were not good at sports (not that Johnny was a jock, but he considered that irrelevant).  He laughed at those who dressed different from him, who ate what he considered strange foods, and who just didn’t meet his ideal of how a person should look, which was, of course, exactly like himself.  
    After he graduated, Johnny got a job as a disk jockey on a small radio channel.  He didn’t keep the job for long because he started making insulting remarks to people who called in.  His rantings, however, were overheard by a manager from another large station that had a lot of talk shows and he saw potential in Johnny’s insulting ways. 
    So Johnny Small got hired to do a radio talk show where he did little else than insult his guests and anyone else he could think of to insult.  The show was a big hit and Johnny became a big star.  His show was soon playing on channels all around the country and Johnny was making millions.  He was so impressed with himself now.  He knew all the other people were meaningless, only he was important.  Then he died.
    When Johnny arrived at the Pearly Gates, he proudly announces himself in a loud voice, “I’m Johnny Small” expecting a hero’s welcome for such a famous, successful and important person.  Instead, St. Peter asked, “Johnny who?”

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The Tale of Wendel

    Wendel Schnook was a very unhappy man.  He was unhappy because everyone was against him.  He knew that because, well, he just did.  Everybody was against him and everybody was out to get him.
    Wendel was an important man.  He had to be important if everyone was against him.  He was the center of a universe of negativity and the center of a universe has to be someone important, right?
    Wendel had no friends because he couldn’t trust anyone.  He needed a new car, but he was afraid to buy one because he felt the dealer would try to rip him off.  He was reluctant to buy clothes for fear the salesman would sell him something defective.  He built a high fence around his property to keep out the people who were after him, though it didn’t really make him feel safe.  
    So Wendel went through life fearing, hiding and generally avoiding people because they were all out to get him.  When he died, hardly anyone even noticed.  No one seemed to care one way or the other because no one actually knew Wendel.  And no one was really out to get him, accept Wendel himself.

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Big Bob’s Banquet

    Big Bob had done very well in business.  Now that he was retired, he decided to have a banquet and invite all the people in the small town where he lived.  Over 500 were invited.  Big bob hired two of the best caterers in the area to supply the food and a respected string quartet to provide music.  Bob thought the banquet would be a big hit.
    The night of the party arrived and Bob was pleased that all the preparations had gone smoothly.  Soon, however, the problems started.  Not many people were arriving for the party.  And protesters were making a commotion outside.  
    The vegans were complaining that Bob had meat on the menu (although vegetarian dishes were available).  Dieters complained that Bob was encouraging people to overeat.  Some were complaining that Bob should have given the money to charity instead of having a party.  Some just felt they didn’t have time to be bothered.  And on it went.  Essentially, complaining that the free banquet they were offered was not what they wanted.
    Bob was a little disappointed, but he didn’t despair.  There was plenty of food and fun for the folks who did accept his invitation.  Bob enjoyed meeting many of them and talking to them.  To him, it was a success.  Not an overwhelming success, but a success none the less.
    As for the protesters and scoffers, they missed a great party, and didn’t get what they wanted.

God invites us all to join his banquet, the greatest of all where the reward is eternal life in Heaven.  Many don’t accept the invitation.  Too busy.  And anyway, they would rather have a new car.

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