Art Nekuma Has Double The Worries

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Dear horror fans,

When I wrote the Maxx Zeqster Creepy Cases, I wanted a crippling, mutating disease and a revolting asylum to institutionalize the unfortunate victims. Doxer fever and Dunjyn Asylun were the answers to my imaginative search.

This is an excerpt from The Dunjyn Asylum Escape. This brief cut from my story includes both features and a lot more.

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Rydon was lying on his small bed in his rented room in Tos-Xiron. He was burning up with fever. His red rash covered arms and hands were unbearably painful. The grotesque red rash was spreading to his body. He thought as he lay feverous on his bed, “I need to go to Tos-Xiron Mitzid Hospital.”

The Dunjyn Asylum EscapeHe slowly and painfully crawled out of his drooping bed while moaning. His clothes were soaked with his fever perspiration. He slowly and painfully put on fresh clothes. “Oh…,” he moaned.

Rydon slowly exited the room and entered his small, rusty car. He had trouble focusing as he drove due to his high fever. He incoherently drove the short distance to Tos-Xiron Mitzid Emergency Entrance. Parked and hobbled inside.

The emergency room attendants quickly surrounded him and evaluated his condition. The staff recognized his condition and assigned Dr. Teqre Zewio, doxer fever specialists, to his case. The staff took him straight to a room.

Dr. Zewio was notified of his new patient. He prescribed the overnight treatment. He would check the progress of his new patient tomorrow morning.

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Dr. Zewio entered Rydon Nekuma’s room. “How are you feeling?” he asked as he reviewed the charts.

Rydon painfully replied from his hospital bed, “A little better. Last night was scary. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

Dr. Zewio replied, “Your fever was very high last night. It’s lower today. How is your rash? Let me have a look.” He rolled back Rydon’s blanket. “Your rash is a little better. It isn’t as red as was reported last night. It seems to cover both of your hands, arms, and much of your torso.” He paused to check the charts again. Without looking up. “How did you acquire doxer fever?”

Rydon was shocked. “That’s impossible!” He exclaimed. “I don’t have doxer fever!” Suddenly he remembered the storm. “While distracted by a storm and financial concerns, I unloaded fish and doxers from my boat without gloves. The doxer’s ridged dorsal fins stabbed me several times on both of my hands. I didn’t even notice. I was so distracted,” he said as a panic began. He looked at Dr. Zewio with horror. “Am I going to mutate?” he asked as he trembled.

Dr. Zewio replied, “At this point, I couldn’t say. Doxer fever is a little different for each patient. When did you encounter the doxers?”

“Maybe two weeks ago. I’m not really sure.” He trembled with fear.

“Usually the doxer’s venom reacts much faster than that. With many victims, it’s instantaneous. Your symptoms are developing much slower than usual.”

Trembling he replied, “I had a small case of doxer fever once before. I only got a little rash. It was nothing. Went away quickly.”

“That could explain it. You might have some resistance to the doxer’s venom,” he said with hope.

Rydon looked hopeful as well. “You think that will help? You think that will stop me from mutating?” he asked as he panicked and trembled.

“Only time will tell. For now, I’m going to keep you one more day and continue with the medications that I have you on. Your symptoms should go into remission, at least for a while. Again, only time will tell.”

Terror gripped him as he said, “You mean, I’m going to be sick again?”

Dr. Zewio replied, “I’m afraid that’s the nature of doxer fever. The symptoms seem to repeat. We’ll get you feeling better and send you home.” He quickly exited the room.

Instantly, he recalled Lyndi’s doxer fever. “Her condition slowly progressed to the point she’s in Dunjyn Asylum.” He was horrified. He began to imagine and fear the horrific possibilities of his mutations…

Several Days Later

Rydon was admitted in Tos-Xiron Hospital, again. The doxer fever had returned. He was very sick again. He was terrified as he waited for Dr. Zewio.

Thirty minutes later: Dr. Zewio entered his room and began reading his charts again. “I see you’re back. How do you feel?”

“Not so good.”

“I see from your charts that you came in late last night with the same high fever and painful rash. The staff restarted you on the same medications as I prescribed before. Do you feel they are working?”

“I’m not sure. I don’t feel very good right now. Is there anything else you can do?” Rydon asked while frightened and trembling.

“Let me take a look at your rash.” Dr. Zewio rolled back his blanket. “The rash is covering your torso.” He was alarmed at what he saw. “I’m afraid the mutations have begun. Your hands and arms are in the beginning phase of mutating into doxer fins.”

Dr. Zewio rolled back the blanket on Rydon’s legs. The sight was equally alarming. “It would appear your legs are also mutating. Your feet are mutating into fins as well. You’re also forming a dorsal fin. Are you experiencing bewilderment, psychosis, or incoherence?”

With horror, Rydon replied, “I don’t know!”

“That would be normal. Patients with those symptoms are usually not aware of their condition.” He scanned Rydon’s chart again. “At least your fever is subsided again. I’m afraid at this point, there isn’t anything more I can do for you. I will have you discharged. When the fever returns, give us another visit if you like. I put the medications on your medical records in case you need to return here or somewhere else. I want to make it as easy as possible for you.” He put the charts away. “Good luck.”  Dr. Zewio exited the room.

Rydon was horrified. “I’m mutating. I’m going to be just like Lyndi. I’ll end up in a doxer fever asylum.” As he waited for the staff to discharge him, he continued with his frightening and horrifying thoughts and predictions about his grim future as a doxer fever mutant…

Later That Night

Rydon sighed deeply as he lay on his bed in his small, rented room. “I can feel my fever returning. My body is aching from this rash and mutations.” He wiped the clammy sweat from his forehead.

“My clothes are soaked from my high fever sweat.” He wiped the sweat from his forehead again. “I feel sick. I’m mutating. I hope I don’t have to go to the hospital again.”

He mumbled as he lay on his fever soaked bed, “Mr. Punmirre will want his rent money for this room soon, plus the back shortages I owe him. I don’t have it.”

He wiped the sweat from his forehead as he thought, “My boat rent is also due. Mr. Zinqwin will want his rent money soon plus the back shortages. I don’t have his money either.”

He pondered his dilemma as he wiped his feverous sweat again. “I also owe money to Dymor Zur, my gambling agent in Tos-Xiron. Thanks to this doxer fever, I’m going to lose everything.”

The pain in his hands was becoming unbearable again. He quickly checked his rash and mutations. He was horrified.  “I’m mutating fast! My hands are turning into doxer fins. I’m growing a dorsal fin. My feet are mutating into doxer fins. If I start getting the bewilderment, mania, or delusions, I’ll end up in a doxer fever asylum. I’d rather die!”

He tried to regain his sanity. “I need to remain calm. I don’t have the money that I owe, anybody! I’ve made some powerful enemies. It’s not safe here for me. I’d better leave Tos-Xiron before everyone that I owe money to, comes after me. I’d better leave while I still can.”

He pondered his dangerous dilemma as he feverishly sweated. Due to his high fever, he was soaking through his clothes again. “I’ll leave tonight, after midnight. But where will I go?”  He wiped the fever sweat from his face again.

Three Days Later

Rydon awoke from his feverish sleep. He had fallen asleep in the back of his car again. Now that he had fled from Tos-Xiron, his car, and his clothes that he was wearing were his only possessions. His clothes were soaked from his fever perspiration. “I know my fever is really high again. I feel very sick.”

He peaked at his painful, red, rash covered hands and arms. He was horrified at what he saw. “I’m mutating fast! I’m mutating into a sea doxer! My arms are becoming shorter and my hands are fin-like. This grotesque red rash covers my entire body!” he exclaimed with terror.

Rydon terrifyingly pulled up his pants legs and examined. He was even more horrified at what he saw. “My legs have dorsal fins growing out of the backs of them! My feet are more like fins than feet!” he said with terror. “Can I still walk?”

“I don’t know where I am. I don’t remember how I got here. I don’t know where this is or what time.” He was terrified as he recalled Dr. Zewio’s warning, “A psychosis that includes prolonged bewilderment, mania, delusions, hallucinations, incoherence, and distorted perceptions of reality will soon start.”

Rydon said while panicking, “I’m already experiencing the bewilderment, mania, hallucinations, and delusions. I don’t remember how I got here. I don’t know where I am. I don’t know when this is.”

He was horrified, as he lay soaked from the high fever sweat in his back seat. “I’m mutating fast! The mania and delusions are starting. Soon, I won’t be able to drive or walk.” He was horrified. “The psychosis has started. Soon I won’t be able to think or function.”

Suddenly he remembered Lyndi at Dunjyn Asylum. He was terrified as he thought about the horrific possibility. “I don’t want to be in a doxer fever asylum like Lyndi. I need help. I don’t know where to go. I have to think of something while I can still think.”

Later That Night

Rydon was delirious and grotesquely mutating as he drove. He could hardly stay on the Wyluxx Hwy as he swerved back and forth while attempting to drive with his mutating feet and hands toward Wyluxx City. He was in tremendous pain.

“Am I on the right road?” He wondered as his doxer fever manipulated his brain. He drifted in and out of hallucinations as the psychosis played tricks with his very ill mind. He was swerving back and forth, as he incoherently drove. He wasn’t sure where he was or when it was. “I hope I’m heading toward Wyluxx City.”

The psychosis from his doxer fever was causing him to drift in and out of reality. It was overpowering his sanity. He was experiencing extended periods of prolonged bewilderment, mania, delusions, hallucinations, incoherence, and distorted perceptions of reality. He was experiencing the full effects of the doxer’s powerful venom. “I’m going insane!” he said loudly as he drove toward Wyluxx City.

The pain from his full body grotesque rash and mutations were unbearable, as he swerved. The venom was mutating him into a sea doxer. His arms and hands were mutating into fin like appendages. His legs and feet were mutating into fin like extremities as well.

He was growing a full length, ridged, very sharp, webbed dorsal fin. His dorsal fin started at his forehead, just above his eyes and ran along his back all the way to his lumber where it split. It continued down the back of both of his mutated legs. “The pain from my dorsal fin is excruciating!” he said loudly as he winced from the pain while driving on the Wyluxx Highway through the desert toward Wyluxx City in the blackness of night.

He was incoherent and almost unconscious as he deliriously drove into the Wyluxx City Memorial Hospital Emergency Entrance. The emergency room staff removed him from his car and quickly evaluated his condition and reviewed his medical records.

The staff doctor admitted him into room number 1642 and notified Dr. Vinco Blixs, the hospital’s doxer fever specialist. Dr. Blixs checked Rydon’s medical records and prescribed the same treatments that Dr.  Zewio, doxer fever specialist at Tos-Xiron Mitzid Hospital prescribed, only a stronger dosage. He attempted to lower the extremely high fever and abate the quickly advancing mutations.

The Next Morning

Rydon continued receiving the heavily dosages of medications that Dr. Blixs prescribed the previous night in an attempt to reduce the extremely high fever and force the mutations into remission.

Dr. Blixs entered Rydon’s room. He reviewed his patient’s chart with concerned. “Even with the higher dosages, the medications seem ineffective in abating his mutations,” he thought, “To me, the mutations seem more advanced than what the emergency room doctor previously described on this medical chart, only his fever is improving.”

With alarm, he changed the medications in a frantic attempt to stop the progressing mutations. Thinking, “I’ll know in a few hours if this medication works.”

With little confidence, Dr. Blixs exited the room as Rydon lay in his bed unconscious due to the heavy medication. He had a high fever, grotesque red full-body rash, and was mutating rapidly.

Several Hours Later

Dr. Blixs returned to Rydon’s room. He was still unconscious. Blixs checked the charts again. “At least his fever is improving,” he thought  rolling back his fever sweat soaked blanket in anticipation of improvement. He was alarmed and horrified at what he saw. Rydon’s mutations were progressing at an alarming rate. He appeared more doxer than Seslean. Dr. Blixs shook his head as he made the grim decision. He thought shaking his head. Staring at the floor, “I’m powerless to slow the mutations.” He exited the room.

He walked to his office. “Nurse Koytin, get me Rydon Nekuma’s family,” he said grimly.

Nurse Kaayt Koytin searched on her computer. She was alarmed at what she read. “His former wife Lyndi Nekuma is a resident in Dunjyn Asylum. His son lives here in town. His name is Arthor Nekuma. His phone number is 577-301-22.”

Dr. Blixs dialed Arthor Nekuma’s phone number.

At Art’s Home in Wyluxx City

Arthor Nekuma, Detective Maxx Zeqster’s unlicensed apprentice, had just arrived home after buying a few groceries and a magazine at LyMuuke’s Food Center in Wyluxx City.

He was sitting on his well-worn, frugal couch while eating and reading. He was enjoying a copy of The Visqaser Report, “Who is Sesla and Who Are Her Coteries,” which he purchased at the store. The monthly geological, historical, medical and science magazine that Dr. Krag Visqaser, MD and Dr. Qen Pytmor, PhD, scientists started fifteen years ago during their later retirement. An article by freelance science writer J.A. Ireland entitled: Qashlet Laboratories Facilities, Dr. Rewqust, Insists Sesleans Evolved from the Sea Doxer

The Visqaser Report: Recently, my esteemed colleagues and I interviewed Dr. Rewqust at Qashlet Laboratories Facility in Guytic City. In attendance were Sygil Zeeg, Guytic City TV Science Editor; Ti Wopqir, Kinkorx TV Science Editor; and myself.

We discussed the genetic similarities between Sesleans and the sea doxer with the respected scientist. Due to Dr. Rewqust’s refusal, we were unable to address the very controversial, DNA genetic engineering experiments, or the other questionable research that his scientists at Qashlet Lab are working on.

Dr. Rewqust feels the scientific evidence is irrefutable. He stated, “There are many genetic similarities between our species and the doxer. Sesleans have fair, leathery skin like the doxer. All Sesleans feet have a fin-like look and structure that is similar to the doxer. We have a sharp row of bone in the entrance of our mouths like many of the doxer species but not all.

Their young hatch from eggs, as do ours.

The doxers has a webbed dorsal fin that runs the entire length of its elongated leathery body. Sesleans have the genetic remains of the dorsal fin running down our backs and the back of our legs. This partial dorsal fin is visible on many coteries, and is perhaps the strongest evidence of our genetic connection.

The evidence is overwhelming, even though many Sesleans choose to ignore it. The genetic similarities strongly suggest our evolution. The mutations that occur because of doxer fever validate the genetic similarities as well. Frankly, I do not understand the controversy or the outrage.”

It would seem that Dr. Rewqust agrees with his colleagues that Sesleans are genetically similar to the sea doxer. However, he failed to prove the scientific theory that Sesleans are an evolved species, evolved directly from the doxer. That scientific theory remains just that a theory. The theory also remains unaccepted in most circles, circles that are non-scientific.

After reading the article, Art thought sadly, “That would explain mom’s condition. She’s mutated into half Seslean and half sea doxer. She even swims like a doxer when she dreams.”

Suddenly he remembered his road trip to the Qashlet Lab. He thought, “We sure outsmarted Dr. Rewqust and his Mad scientists when we rescued Dr. Leqtus Kin, the genetic engineer, from his clutches, right under his noses. His thug, Fyrtee Huytek, was going to inject Leqtus Kin with doxer venom and enjoy watching him mutate.” He laughed.

Suddenly his phone began to ring. “That must be my boss, Detective Zeqster,”   He hurried to the phone. “Hello,” he said with a smile as he anticipated his cherished employer, Detective Maxx Zeqster.

“This is Dr. Vinco Blixs from Wyluxx City Memorial Hospital. Is this Arthor Nekuma?”

Art was horrified. He wondered frantically if his mom was in the hospital. “This is Art. What’s wrong with my mom?”

Dr. Blixs replied grimly, “This is about your father. He’s here at Wyluxx City Memorial, he’s very ill. Can you come over?”

Art was shocked. “What! I’ve never seen my father.  I’ll be right there.” He hurried out of the house and jumped into his car. He hysterically drove to the hospital. It was a brief, but panic filled drive.

A Short Time Later

Upon arriving at the nurse’s desk, Art asked, “Rydon Nekuma’s room number please?”

“Are you a relative?” asked Nurse TeDia Beem while sitting at her desk.

He paused. “I’m his son,” he replied uncomfortably with hesitation.

She began searching for his name. She had difficulty finding it. Sighed with irritation. “Spell it,” she said.

He shook his head with exasperation. “N…E…K…U…M…A!”

She did not appreciate the demeaning, exasperated look or sarcasm. She scowled as she said, “He’s in room 1642. It’s just down the hall.” Pointing.

“Thanks.” He hurried along the hallway to his dad’s room.

As he entered room 1642, Dr. Blixs was examining his father’s chart. “I’m Art, we spoke on the phone,” he said while still in shock.

Dr. Blixs put down his charts. “Your father admitted himself last night. He’s suffering from acute doxer fever. I have him on the strongest medications available. His fever is reduced,” he frowned. “I have been unsuccessful in slowing his mutations. Take a look,” he said as he pulled back Rydon’s blanket.

Art was horrified at what he saw. The unfamiliar Seslean lying there was unconscious. He was more doxer than Seslean. His arms and hands were long mutated fins. His legs and feet were mutated, disfigured appendages with malformed fins. He had a prominent dorsal fin running the entire length of his forehead, back, and the back of his mutated legs. A grotesque red rash covered his entire mutated body. The ghastly sights instantly made Art feel sick.

Dr. Blixs continued. “There is nothing additional that I can do for him. My recommendation is to assign him to a doxer fever asylum. Asylum doctors can continue with these medications. Hopefully in time he will improve,” said the doctor grimly.

Art was horrified. “What about his,” he paused to control his nausea, “mutations?”

“As I said, there seems to be very little that I can do to lessen or even stabilize them. An asylum doctor can continue these medications. Let the nurse’s staff know what your decision is.” He quickly exited the room.

Art stood next to his doxer fever stricken father. His shock was overwhelming. He thought for a moment. He made his decision. He walked back to the nurse’s station. Nurse Beem was still working the desk. “What did you decide?” she asked coldly as she anticipated his decision.

“I’m putting him in Dunjyn Asylum.”

She was horrified at his cruel, uncaring decision. “Are you sure?”

He ignored her strong body language. “Yes,” stating strongly.

“Ok…I’ll have him transported there immediately. He’ll be there in less than an hour,” she said with a disgusted, “How can you put your parents in Dunjyn Asylum?” expression.

Art further ordered as she glared with disdain, “Put him in room 38. It’s the room next to Lyndi Nekuma, my mother. It’s available.”

Nurse Beem was appalled, and shocked. “You’re in charge. I’ll take care of it. He’ll be there in about an hour,” she stated disgustedly.

Art walked away from the nurse’s desk. He thought as he walked toward the exit, “I’ll check on them tomorrow. I’m sure Dr. Neafyndrer will handle the situation properly.” He sighed as he walked and thought, “Now both of my parents are in Dunjyn Asylum. I have double the worries.”

Art exited the hospital and began his short drive home.

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This has been an excerpt from my book, The Dunjyn Asylum Escape. This segment offers a good description of doxer fever and the resulting mutations. We also learn a small amount about Rydon Nekuma’s character. Plus the evolution controversy on Sesla.

I offer all my novels free on Kindle Unlimited for your reading pleasure. Just click on the book covers on the side column.

Until we talk again.

May good fortune guide your path,

J.A. Ireland.

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Excerpt From; The Unthinkable Duo of Justice

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Greetings from Kinkorx; it’s J. A. Ireland,

Many people of Earth downloaded my novel, The Dunjyn Asylum Escape, during the giveaway; thank you to all who did. I hope my book brings you hours of reading enjoyment. You will discover just how self-sacrificing Maxx Zeqster really is. And how Sesla rewards him because of his willingness to sacrifice his own life for a friend.

In this letter, I’m inserting  one of many very difficult times in Maxx’s childhood.  This small segment is from, The Unthinkable Duo of Justice.

Maxx is working on a case. He visited Police Chief Zog Morxoc, of the Kinkorx Police Department. Now, he’s on his way to the Kinkorx Medical School to continue the investigation.

The segment begins.***

Slide1He smiled again as he drove. “Now that I have the approval of Chief Morxoc, it’s time to visit the Kinkorx Medical School.”

As he drove in the direction of the school, his mind flashed to a painful scene from his youth. Maxx was in the sixth grade, in Mrs. HyLubb’s class. “My science report is on Seslean Astronomy,” Young Maxx said nervously as he stood before the class.

Mrs. HyLubb nodded her approval. “Proceed.”

He took a deep breath as he nervously began his oral report. “The galaxy where the Croster Slux Solar System spirals is the Whirlpool Galaxy. The solar system where our planet spirals is the Croster Slux Solar System. The planet we live on is known as Sesla.”

He paused briefly to regain his anxious breathe and stabilize his wobbling legs. He took a deep breath before continuing. “The Whirlpool Galaxy, where the Croster Slux Solar System spirals inside and Sesla spirals within it, is much brighter than the Milky Way Galaxy. It’s also 23.5 million light years away from the Milky Way. The planet Sesla revolves around the sun. The sun gives us light and heat.”

Again, he paused to regain his depleting breath while attempting to control his nervous shaking. He took another deep breath, and continued. “Sesla is the fifth planet from the sun. In addition, on a proper night, with the use of an advanced telescope, we can see the Milky Way Galaxy.” He was out of breath and trembling as he finished his report. He terrifyingly listened as Mrs. HyLubb began her critique.

“Well Maxx, I’m not sure where to begin,” Mrs. HyLubb said with a demeaning frown. “Although your report was interesting, I’m afraid it wasn’t ready to present. There were several errors in structure, as well as grammar. You also left out many very important facts.” She sighed. “I will include my comments on your evaluation. Please be seated.” She glared at him with her usual, “I’m very disappointed in you,” glare.

He walked disgracefully to his desk. As he shamefully trudged, his fellow classmates laughed at him.

Suddenly Maxx’s thoughts returned to the present as he drove toward the medical school. He smiled with a conquering smirk. “I have a very special painting that I created just for you, Mrs. HyLubb.” As he drove toward Leqtus Kin’s employer, he remembered the reporters… Segment ends.

It’s J.A. again. I chose this segment to further define Maxx Zeqster. He and I are lifelong friends therefore, I know him well.  This is another example of the adversities he has overcame in his life to become the incredible detective that he is today.

Thanks again for downloading my novel. I hope you enjoy it.

May good fortune guide your path,

J.A. Ireland

Young Maxx Zeqster

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Dear Readers,

I’m J.A. Ireland. Here’s an excerpt from The Unthinkable Duo Of Justice. I hope you find it interesting.

Maxx, the 10th grade art student at Kinkorx High School, proudly stood next to his picturesque landscape painting. He was excited to have an example of his work on display at the Art Fair at his high school.

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Maxx’s Landscape Portrait Art Equipment

Every year, Mrs. Watersmyth held her annual Art Fair at the Kinkorx High School where she was the high school art teacher. This year contained possibly her best talent ever. She had several very gifted students who were proudly displaying their best work. Each artist displayed one painting in the show. It was the artist’s own decision to choose a single painting that exemplified their unique artistic talent.

As a tenth grade artist, Maxx proudly stood next to his acrylic painting. On this painting, he used a direct painting technique to apply paint thickly, straight from the tube. This technique gave his landscape portrait an opaque appearance. He then used a sponge to further the application, creating a patterned effect.

The entire gymnasium displayed exciting works from not only Mrs. Watersmyth’s art class, but other area high schools art student’s work as well. It was a splendid show of student art. The area art teachers who had competing art students in the show were the judges.

It was time for the judging. There were five sought after ribbons. The teachers would award the coveted ribbons. Mrs. Watersmyth would serve as the chief judge. Due to the uneven number of judges, she also had the deciding vote. Ultimately, she could decide the winners.

The student artists stood proudly next to their single exhibit as the judging commenced. The teachers slowly made their way through the gymnasium. They carefully scrutinized each painting. They were judging on the overall talent of the artists and on the uniqueness of the painting. In addition, they were interested in how well the artists understood their subject.

Maxx’s anxieties were raging as he impatiently waited for his judging. His hands were sweaty and his face was perspiring. His anxious heart was racing as he waited.

The judges were slowly making their way around the large room. Previously, Mrs. Watersmyth had persuaded him to enter the exhibit. She thought he had real talent as a landscape artist. Since she was the lead judge, he fully expected to win a ribbon. He was inwardly exploding with anticipation.

The judges were slowly making their way down his row. He was bursting with expectation as he wondered. “Could I possibly win first prize?” The idea was enchanting as he anxiously anticipated.

His painting was next. He began to lose his grip. He rubbed his sweaty hands on his casual pants and he quickly and discretely wiped the flowing perspiration from his brow, as his heart raced.

The judges finally walked to his painting. They carefully examined it. They were very careful not to reveal any hints as to what they were thinking as they slowly judged his painting. His emotions were overpowering him as he stood helplessly and watched. His tense expectations were almost uncontrollable as he inwardly expected to receive an award.

The judges sauntered on to the next edgy artists. Maxx stood by his landscape portrait as he impatiently waited for the judges to finish their work. Inwardly, he was sure of a ribbon, maybe even first place. He already knew where he would be placing it in his room.

The judges ambled past the remaining artists one by one. They gave each painting equal time. Finally, they were finished with their evaluations. The esteemed judges walked to their table and began their difficult but very pleasurable decisions as the panicky artists waited in agony.

They entered their votes as to which artists won each of the five ribbons. They split their votes. That gave Mrs. Watersmyth the deciding vote on all five awards. For each ribbon, she had the deciding vote. One by one, she made her decisions.

She was down to the last ribbon. It was a tie between Maxx Zeqster’s acrylic landscape portrait and another students painting from Mr. Wittnex’s class. She would make the final choice.

The other judges were confident that she would choose her student over Mr. Wittnex’s art student. She had made the same choice on the previous tiebreakers that were between her students and theirs.

As she pondered her choice, her mind flashed back to the recent phone conversation that Maxx’s mother, Winox Zeqster, had with her. Mrs. Zeqster stated, “Maxx told me you encouraged him to enter the art contest. He has a tendency toward foolish ideas. He has already chosen his career. Make sure he isn’t distracted.” Because of her husband, Winox was very prominent and powerful in the community. Mrs. Watersmyth didn’t need the trouble that would follow if she ignored Winox Zeqster’s instructions.

She inwardly sorrowed as she stated, “Mr. Wittnex, I’ve decided the fifth place ribbon will be going to your student.

Mr. Wittnex was delighted and shocked. The other judges were irritated. The delighted Mr. Wittnex declared, “Let’s hand out the ribbons!”

Maxx’s heart raced with eager anticipation as he watched the judges, as they begin handing out the awards. He was very confident he would receive a ribbon, maybe even first place. After all, his acrylic landscape portrait was the best painting there.

As he watched, the judges, led by Mrs. Watersmyth, delivered the first place ribbon. It went to one of his fellow art students. He was somewhat disappointed.

He watched as the judges issued the second and third place ribbons. They also went to his fellow classmates. He was becoming inwardly upset.

As he watched, the judges issued the fourth place ribbon to another one of his classmates. He knew that he was a better artist than she was. His heart began to hurt. His eyes were attempting to tear.

His heart was racing with painful anxiety and his chest hurt as he watched with anticipation as Mr. Wittnex proudly issued the final ribbon to one of his students.

The ribbon awarding was over and he had not won a single award. His heart was broken. He was devastated. He felt that his painting was better than many of the winners. He wanted to cry, but he knew he could not. He valiantly fought back his tears. He quickly dismantled his art display as he shielded his teary eyes from his fellow artists. He quickly left the art show with his property as not to show his devastation.

That Same Night; He was having dinner with his parents. He was depressed as he ignored his food. He had no appetite.

His parents knew he just participated in an art contest. His mother noticed his depressed mood. “How was the art show?”

“I didn’t win any awards,” Maxx said depressingly.

Winox responded, “You’ve already decided to go to The University of Kinkorx to be a detective like your father. Not getting a ribbon was the best thing for you.”

Immediately he knew. “You told Mrs. Watersmyth to give the ribbons to other artists. Mom, I’m a better painter than they are. How could you?” He was angry and devastated.

His mother scowled at him. “You’ve already chosen your career. You don’t need any distractions right now.”

His anger and inner pain was raging. “You’ve determined my career choice. Maybe I don’t want to be a detective. What if I want to be an artist or an astronomer?” He was devastated. He quickly left the table and went to his room where he quietly began to cry.

At His Home In Bedsult; Maxx’s mind flashed back to reality. He was having a cup of tea as he remembered the painful art show from his youth. He shook his head at his naiveté when he was a child. “I should have known not to enter that art contest. At that time, I didn’t realize how limited my control was over my life or my future.” He smiled in astonishment at his innocence.

He sighed in an attempted to regain his focus. “Wesloff Qezerr, the manager of The Mesnuk Stadium Downtown never called. Now that I know Jen’s full name and last address, maybe he can give me more information. I’ll visit him again.” He nodded his head.    The excerpt ends.

This segment further defines Maxx’s character. A large part of his compassion as an adult is due to the pain he endured as a child and early adult.  Arguably, the reason he accepts a relationship with Art Nekuma, the Pirtt-Coterie, is due to his inner pain.

May good fortune guide your path,

J.A. Ireland.

Maxx Zeqster – The Student Artist

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Dear readers,

Thank you to everyone who took advantage of the free day and downloaded my novel, The Unthinkable Duo of Justice.  I hope you enjoy reading about Maxx Zeqster and Sesla; my fantasy planet in the Whirlpool Galaxy.

In this letter, I’m enclosing an excerpt from Maxx’s childhood. He’s a very gifted artist that receives enjoyment and healing from painting landscape portraits. The excerpt begins.***

Maxx Zeqster, the 10th grade art student at Kinkorx High School, proudly stood next to his picturesque landscape painting. He was excited to have an example of his work on display at the Art Fair at his high school.

Every year, Mrs. Watersmyth held her annual Art Fair at the Kinkorx High School where she was the high school art teacher. This year contained possibly her best talent ever. She had several very gifted students who were proudly displaying their best work. Each artist displayed one painting in the show. It was the artist’s own decision to choose a single painting that exemplified their unique artistic talent.

As a tenth grade artist, Maxx proudly stood next to his acrylic painting. On this painting, he used a direct painting technique to apply paint thickly, straight from the tube. This technique gave his landscape portrait an opaque appearance. He then used a sponge to further the application, creating a patterned effect.

The entire gymnasium displayed exciting works from not only Mrs. Watersmyth’s art class, but other area high schools art student’s work as well. It was a splendid show of student art. The area art teachers who had competing art students in the show were the judges.

It was time for the judging. There were five sought after ribbons. The teachers would award the coveted ribbons. Mrs. Watersmyth would serve as the chief judge. Due to the uneven number of judges, she also had the deciding vote. Ultimately, she could decide the winners.

The student artists stood proudly next to their single exhibit as the judging commenced. The teachers slowly made their way through the gymnasium. They carefully scrutinized each painting. They were judging on the overall talent of the artists and on the uniqueness of the painting. In addition, they were interested in how well the artists understood their subject.

Maxx’s anxieties were raging as he impatiently waited for his judging. His hands were sweaty and his face was perspiring. His anxious heart was racing as he waited.

The judges were slowly making their way around the large room. Previously, Mrs. Watersmyth had persuaded him to enter the exhibit. She thought he had real talent as a landscape artist. Since she was the lead judge, he fully expected to win a ribbon. He was inwardly exploding with anticipation.

The judges were slowly making their way down his row. He was bursting with expectation as he wondered. “Could I possibly win first prize?” The idea was enchanting as he anxiously anticipated.

His painting was next. He began to lose his grip. He rubbed his sweaty hands on his casual pants and he quickly and discretely wiped the flowing perspiration from his brow, as his heart raced.

The judges finally walked to his painting. They carefully examined it. They were very careful not to reveal any hints as to what they were thinking as they slowly judged his painting. His emotions were overpowering him as he stood helplessly and watched. His tense expectations were almost uncontrollable as he inwardly expected to receive an award.

The judges sauntered on to the next edgy artists. Maxx stood by his landscape portrait as he impatiently waited for the judges to finish their work. Inwardly, he was sure of a ribbon, maybe even first place. He already knew where he would be placing it in his room.

The judges ambled past the remaining artists one by one. They gave each painting equal time. Finally, they were finished with their evaluations. The esteemed judges walked to their table and began their difficult but very pleasurable decisions as the panicky artists waited in agony.

They entered their votes as to which artists won each of the five ribbons. They split their votes. That gave Mrs. Watersmyth the deciding vote on all five awards. For each ribbon, she had the deciding vote. One by one, she made her decisions.

She was down to the last ribbon. It was a tie between Maxx Zeqster’s acrylic landscape portrait and another students painting from Mr. Wittnex’s class. She would make the final choice.

The other judges were confident that she would choose her student over Mr. Wittnex’s art student. She had made the same choice on the previous tiebreakers that were between her students and theirs.

As she pondered her choice, her mind flashed back to the recent phone conversation that Maxx’s mother, Winox Zeqster, had with her. Mrs. Zeqster stated, “Maxx told me you encouraged him to enter the art contest. He has a tendency toward foolish ideas. He has already chosen his career. Make sure he isn’t distracted.” Because of her husband, Winox was very prominent and powerful in the community. Mrs. Watersmyth didn’t need the trouble that would follow if she ignored Winox Zeqster’s instructions.

She inwardly sorrowed as she stated, “Mr. Wittnex, I’ve decided the fifth place ribbon will be going to your student.

Mr. Wittnex was delighted and shocked. The other judges were irritated. The delighted Mr. Wittnex declared, “Let’s hand out the ribbons!”

Maxx’s heart raced with eager anticipation as he watched the judges, as they begin handing out the awards. He was very confident he would receive a ribbon, maybe even first place. After all, his acrylic landscape portrait was the best painting there.

As he watched, the judges, led by Mrs. Watersmyth, delivered the first place ribbon. It went to one of his fellow art students. He was somewhat disappointed.

He watched as the judges issued the second and third place ribbons. They also went to his fellow classmates. He was becoming inwardly upset.

As he watched, the judges issued the fourth place ribbon to another one of his classmates. He knew that he was a better artist than she was. His heart began to hurt. His eyes were attempting to tear.

His heart was racing with painful anxiety and his chest hurt as he watched with anticipation as Mr. Wittnex proudly issued the final ribbon to one of his students.

The ribbon awarding was over and he had not won a single award. His heart was broken. He was devastated. He felt that his painting was better than many of the winners. He wanted to cry, but he knew he could not. He valiantly fought back his tears. He quickly dismantled his art display as he shielded his teary eyes from his fellow artists. He quickly left the art show with his property as not to show his devastation.

That Same Night; He was having dinner with his parents. He was depressed as he ignored his food. He had no appetite.

His parents knew he just participated in an art contest. His mother noticed his depressed mood. “How was the art show?”

“I didn’t win any awards,” Maxx said depressingly.

Winox responded, “You’ve already decided to go to The University of Kinkorx to be a detective like your father. Not getting a ribbon was the best thing for you.”

Immediately he knew. “You told Mrs. Watersmyth to give the ribbons to other artists. Mom, I’m a better painter than they are. How could you?” He was angry and devastated.

His mother scowled at him. “You’ve already chosen your career. You don’t need any distractions right now.”

His anger and inner pain was raging. “You’ve determined my career choice. Maybe I don’t want to be a detective. What if I want to be an artist or an astronomer?” He was devastated. He quickly left the table and went to his room where he quietly began to cry.

At His Home In Bedsult; Maxx’s mind flashed back to reality. He was having a cup of tea as he remembered the painful art show from his youth. He shook his head at his naiveté when he was a child. “I should have known not to enter that art contest. At that time, I didn’t realize how limited my control was over my life or my future.” He smiled in astonishment at his innocence.

He sighed in an attempted to regain his focus. “Wesloff Qezerr, the manager of The Mesnuk Stadium Downtown never called. Now that I know Jen’s full name and last address, maybe he can give me more information. I’ll visit him again.” He nodded his head.    The excerpt ends.***

This segment further defines Maxx’s character. A large part of his compassion as an adult is due to the pain he endured as a child and early adult.  Arguably, the reason he accepts a relationship with Art Nekuma, the Pirtt-Coterie, is due to his inner pain.

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May good fortune guide your path,

J.A. Ireland.