Sand Trafficking Blamed For Increase In Local Crime

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Greetings Coteries,

I am J.A. Ireland from Sesla.

In Xcuymir Territory, where I live, we have a never ending problem with sand trafficking; this problem never seems to go away.  It’s our organized crime of the desert. It seems that, along with the illegal sand trafficking trade, there is a noticeable increase in the general crime rate.

I wanted to share an interesting article with you from my friend Vigtor Zertus. He works for the Kinkorx Desert News.  He wrote this article of his interview with General Sheriff Kein Mairytin of the Xcuymir Territory Sheriff Department.

Xcuymir Territory Enchanted  Sand Dunes

Kinkorx Desert News: Headline:  Sand Trafficking Blamed For Increase In Local Crime

Kinkorx Desert News reporter, Vigtor Zertus writes, “My sources at the Xcuymir Territory Sheriff Department in Jxobslyn are informing me that General Sheriff Kein Mairytin is continuing to blame the escalating crime rate in Xcuymir Territory on the illegal sand trafficking trade.

Earlier this week, my camera technicians and I traveled to Jxobslyn and spoke with General Sheriff Mairytin. My interview was video recorded from the lobby of the sheriff department for print and possible TV airing later.

Vigtor Zertus, roaming reporter for Kinkorx Desert News asked, “General Sheriff Mairytin, what is being done to abate the rising crime rate in Xcuymir Territory?”

“We are putting all of our resources toward this increasing problem,”  Sheriff Mairytin said vaguely.

More Sand Dunes in Xcuymir Territory

More Sand Dunes in Xcuymir Territory

Vigtor Zertus questioned, “When you say all of your resources…What does that mean?”

Vigtor’s lack of respect for the  General Sheriff’s ranking annoyed  Mairytin.  General Sheriff Kein Mairytin replied angrily, “I have an increased number of troopers, as well as the Kinkorx  Police investigating the sand trafficking operation.”

“So, you still have the Chief of Kinkorx Police Department, Chief  Pomur working on the investigation?”  Vigtor further questioned.

“That’s correct,” responded General Sheriff Mairytin with irritation.

Vigtor Zertus saw his opening.  He could sense the impending eruption. “Our readers and viewers will want to know why you are giving Chief Pomur and the Kinkorx Police Department more time to catch the perpetrators of the on-going, illegal, sand trafficking business.”

Desert Cactus That Thrive in Enchanted Sesla Desert Sand

Desert Cactus That Thrives in Enchanted Sesla Desert Sand

General Sheriff Mairytin’s disdain for Vigtor Zertus became apparent.  He replied angrily, “Chief Pomur is working directly under Chief General Zayer’s and my supervision. We have every confidence that he will catch the perpetrators.”

Vigtor persisted. “If Chief  Pomur continues to be unsuccessful at catching the criminals that are operating the sand trafficking ring, what will yours and Chief General Montique Zayer’s next plan of action be?”

With an angry red face, General Sheriff  Mairytin flew into a rage. “I do not discuss our strategies with reporters! This interview is over!”  While in the rage, he hurried back to his office.

Mrs. Vyi Kaqxer, the sheriff department secretary, and receptionists smirked at Vigtor as he stood bewildered in the lobby.

Vigtor Zertus summarized, “Chief General Montique Zayer and General Sheriff Kein Mairytin are continuing to put their trust in Chief Pomur to catch the perpetrators of the illegal sand trafficking operation in Xcuymir Territory. This is their plan to abate the increasing crime rate. We all remember what happened when these two top officials trusted Police Chief Morxoc to handle the problem. Luckily, Detective Maxx Zeqster and Detective Art Nekuma stepped in and solved the crime spree at that time. This is Vigtor Zertus reporting live from the Xcuymir Sheriff Department in Jxobslyn.”

More Plants That More Desert Plants  Thrive on Enchanted Sesla SandDesert Sand

More Plants That  Thrive in Enchanted Sesla Desert

He turned to Mrs. Kaqxer. “Would you like to be notified of the printing of this article or the possible airing on TV?”

She smirked  and said, “Not necessary.”

Vigtor smiled courteously. “Ok then…Thank you.”  He and his camera technician left the sheriff department in Jxobslyn.

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It’s J.A. again. This article is in the Kinkorx Desert News today.  Thanks to the news wire, his article was in The Bedsult Daily News and the Wyluxx City Times as well. The interview aired on Kinkorx TV News earlier today as well. 

I hope you liked the interview article. Sand trafficking and the accompanying crime has always been a major problem for us in  Xcuymir Territory.  Just like Chief Morxoc before him, Police Chief Pomur and his staff cannot seem to get a major investigation going into this returning crime spree.

The historic crime-wave of sand trafficking is what catapulted Detective Maxx Zeqster into stardom on Sesla.  I detailed Maxx’s brilliant work in my novel, The Unthinkable Duo of Justice.

Just thought I would share the interview article with you.

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

The Dunjyn Asylum Escape; Free Today

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Dear SciFi Readers,

My entire life I’ve dreamed of being a writer. Several years ago I pursued that dream. I created Detective Maxx Zeqster, Sesla…The Enchanted Planet, and a lot of other characters that makes my Maxx Zeqster Creepy Cases work.

The Dunjyn Asylum EscapeSesla is a magical planet within the Whirlpool Galaxy; she’s bewitched and beautiful; just as spectacular as the galaxy she dwells within. She loves and provides for her beloved animals, coteries, and plant life that dwells on her surface and in her mystical seas.

Just as the Whirlpool Galaxy is similar to the Milky Way in many ways, in many ways Sesla appears similar to a very small earth—in some ways. In other ways, she’s very different—very different indeed.

Today I’m giving away free downloads of the fourth book in my Maxx Zeqster Creepy Cases series, The Dunjyn Asylum Escape. In this youth, SciFi horror book, we join Detective Maxx Zeqster as he travels to the wet lands on a daring, life-threatening, mission to find a cure for Art’s dying parents in Dunjyn Asylum. Will he be successful or will he become another doxer fever mutant?

I hope you take advantage of my free offer and meet Detective Maxx Zeqster, Art Nekuma, and many of the other characters including the Mad Scientist; Dr. Myro Rewqust at Qashlet Lab. 

If you like, click on my book cover and get transported to my Kindle page for a free down-load.

Check out my author’s blog at: https://jairelandsesla.wordpress.com/ .

Thanks for stopping by and for following my blogs. May good fortune guide your path.

J. A. Ireland.

The Visqaser Report; Hatchling Counts On The Rise

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Greetings everyone in the Milky Way,

I’m  J.A. Ireland. It’s good to talk with you again. A lot is happening in our bustling, desert city.

The Mesnuk Stadium Downtown in Kinkorx

The Mesnuk Stadium Downtown in Kinkorx – Home of The Kinkorx Horned Hares

The Kinkorx Horned Hares are on a winning streak as we advance in, “It’s the Rallies.” How far they’ll go is anyone’s guess; the owner, Jeqrix Grexenn is optimistic.  The Guytic City Tobaccos don’t seem as strong this season—much to the owner, Xuro Qashlet’s regret; I’m sure. Could another Sesla Mesnuk Championship be in our future? We can dream.

Recently I’ve read several interesting articles from the wet lands praising Qashlet Lab—to owner Xuro Qashlet’s credit; this is quite a change. Qashlet Lab and Dr. Rewqust are under close scrutiny for their illegal and unethical work. I’ve looked into the news and my latest column in The Visqaser Report is concerning the new trend. I thought you would  find it interesting; here’s my article.

Hatchling Counts On The Rise: By Science Writer; J.A. Ireland

Sesla is a small but beautiful planet within the Croster Slux Solar System—within the Whirlpool Galaxy. Her ancient, yet majestic desert, is full of magnificent plants and animals. Her wet lands are filled with waterways; teaming with life of all kinds.

The Mysterious Sesla Sea – Home of the Doxer

The Mysterious Sesla Sea – Home of the Doxer

The magical seas are home to a variety of marine life including the evolution mastering doxer. Scientists believe the doxer has been the dominate predator of the seas since Sesla was formed many millions of years ago. Today, the venomous creature, and culinary delight, remains unchallenged in the mystical seas. Perhaps the only things keeping this fierce hunter in check is, its low reproductive cycle, along with the few that are taken by anglers. Caught doxers are mostly sold to fish markets, then to eating establishments.

It is widely believed by the scientific community that all Sesleans, or Coteries as many of us choose to refer to ourselves, are evolved from the doxer. Our partial dorsal fin, along with Doxer Fever, is perhaps the strongest evidence that corroborates the scientific theory.

Since doxers are plagued with low hatchling counts, and we are theoretically evolved from the doxer, it is a reasonable conclusion that our low hatchling plight is due to our evolutionary genetics; let’s assume.

The Secret Room In Qashlet Lab

The Secret Room In Qashlet Lab

If our reproductive system is genetically disposed to this condition, in this way, we are all indebted to Xuro Qashlet, the billionaire owner of Qashlet Laboratories Facility. Under the direction of Dr. Myro Rewqust, his chief scientist, through genetic engineering, the scientists are overcoming this obstacle to our low rate of reproduction.

Inside Qashlet Lab

Inside Qashlet Lab

According to recent articles in the daily newspapers, The Wet Lands News, The Kvyutt Travelers News, as well as the Kinkorx Desert News, Qashlet Lab scientists are making encouraging strides in the battle to overcome this reproductive hurtle. Families with one offspring are prevalent on Sesla today and according to statistics, have always been.

If the progress continues at Qashlet lab in the wet lands, it is conceivable that families with several children could become commonplace in time; this seems to be a dream of many.

It is encouraging to read articles praising the work of Dr. Rewqust and Qashlet lab. Their reputation for unscrupulous and unethical work is well deserved. Let’s hope their research has taken a turn for the good of Sesleans, and not directed solely at financial profit.

By Science Writer; J.A. Ireland

What do you think? Quite a change—am I right? We’re used to hearing some very scary stories coming out of that creepy lab. Maybe Xuro Qashlet has taken a turn for the better? We can only hope.

I know many families that desire more offspring but have been unsuccessful at achieving their goals. Perhaps soon, that will change.

Until we talk again.

May good fortune guide your path,

J.A. Ireland

Transport to J. A. Ireland’s Author Blog at: https://jairelandsesla.wordpress.com/

Next Novel Giveaway Day Coming Soon

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Dear SciFi fans,

I’d like to begin by thanking everyone who tunes in to my blogs; whether this one or my other at https://jairelandsesla.wordpress.com/. I’d also like to thank everyone who has read one or all of my books; I hope you’ve enjoyed them.

It has been a joy to create Maxx Zeqster and Sesla…The Enchanted Planet, and a pleasure to write my Maxx Zeqster Creepy Cases series.

It is an honor to have occasional novel giveaway days when I offer free downloads of my books. Soon, I’ll offer The Dunjyn Asylum Escape for a day of free downloads. Stay tuned to my blogs for the exact day.

The Dunjyn Asylum Escape

The Dunjyn Asylum Escape on Kindle

Here’s an excerpt from my book; Rydon Nekuma, the sailor and Pirtt-Coterie is ill and has admitted himself into the hospital at Tos-Xiron—the sea village on Sesla.

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Morning; Thirteen Days Ago

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 is 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. “How did you acquire doxer fever?” he asked.

Rydon was shocked as he stated, “That’s impossible! I don’t have doxer fever.” Suddenly he remembered the storm. “While being distracted by a storm and my financial concerns, I unloaded the fish and doxers from my boat without my 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?”

Rydon replied as he trembled from fear, “Maybe two weeks ago. I’m not really sure.”

Dr. Zewio was surprised as he replied, “Usually the doxer’s venom reacts much faster than that. With many victims, it’s instantaneous. Your symptoms are developing much slower than usual.”

Rydon replied as he trembled, “I had a small case of doxer fever once before. I only got a small rash. It was nothing.”

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

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

Dr. Zewio responded, “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 will get you feeling better and send you home.” He quickly exited the room.

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

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What kind of situation is Rydon in? What is doxer fever? Just how disgusting is a doxer fever asylum? Read my books and see.

My giveaway is in a few days. Stay tuned to my blogs and twitter for the exact day. Thanks for tuning in. J. A. Ireland.

Kinkorx Horned Hares Chasing Another Mesnuk Championship

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Greetings from Sesla,

Cloudy sky Over Kinkorx

Cloudy Sky Over Kinkorx

I’m J.A. Ireland. I’m sitting at my desk in beautiful downtown Kinkorx while writing my column for the newspapers. It’s an unusually cloudy day. The Kinkorx TV Weather girl, May Willowman, called for rain later this morning. From the looks of the sky, maybe she’s right. It’s been a while since we’ve had rain in this part of the desert. Everything needs water; our reservoirs are a bit low as well.

My column today is about the Kinkorx Horned Hares. As you may know, I follow our local mesnuk team closely and co-announce  home games regularly. It’s always fun to work with Derrix Weyd, Kinkorx TV Sports Anchor. He’s the official voice of the Kinkorx Horned Hares and announces all their games. Stin Gismurr, Kinkorx TV program director, is always there to insure to the quality of the broadcast.

Now that “The Set of Games” has concluded and we’re in “It’s the Rallies” the Horned Hares are chasing another Sesla Mesnuk Championship.

The Mesnuk Stadium Downtown in Kinkorx

The Mesnuk Stadium Downtown in Kinkorx

Since Jeqrix Grexenn, the desert furniture giant, purchased the team several years ago, the hares are vastly improved. They’ve even won a Sesla Championship. What a moment that was? I was there and co-announced that game; it was thrilling. In a last minute victory, the hares defeated the Guytic City Fighting Tobacco Farmers. Billionaire owner of the tobaccos, Xuro Qashlet, looked none too happy. His enormous payroll athletes couldn’t overcome the determination of the new, and driven with will-power players for Mr. Grexenn’s team.

Kinkorx Horned Hares Sesla Mesnuk Champions

Kinkorx Horned Hares Sesla Mesnuk Champions

Moments after that game, lines began forming inside the gift ships within the stadium. The Horned Hares memorabilia sold out so fast. I was lucky a friend of mine there stashed a mesnuk cap for me. Now that we’re in “It’s the Rallies” and the hares are in I’m wearing mine everyday to support the team.

One of Hundreds of  Beautiful Wet Lands Waterfall

One of Hundreds of Beautiful Wet Lands Waterfalls

The Hares are traveling to the wet lands and playing the Guytic City Tobacco Farmers, the defending Sesla champs. That game will be brutal—as always. Xuro Qashlet, the billionaire owner, has the highest payroll of any professional mesnuk team on Sesla. His players are the best; they’re big, fast, and strong.

I spoke with Jeqrix Grexenn recently. He’s confident the hares will be triumphant. He admitted in our brief lunch chat, that he misses Zith Fleen. He feels Zith was the most aggressive player he’s ever had on the team. If you’d like to read that story, I’ve written a novel about it. The Kinkorx Horned Hares Slasher details the tragic story.

It’s time to get back to my column. May Willowman was right—it’s raining. The plants and our reservoirs sure need the water. Until we talk again.

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.

Art Supplies

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.