A strangely psychotic piece this week – think it was partly prompted and crystalised by everyone’s shock, including my own, at the hideous air crash where the pilot apparently very calmly flew himself and 150 other people into a mountain – for no good reason (all will probably be revealed, I suppose). Still, fucking unbearable to think about. Shudder.
This act of senseless brutality freaked me out and filtered its way into my story, though it’s also still inspired by the band picture. Apologies to the band people btw 😉 At least this guy has a clear motive for his dreadful actions, however dreadfully weak.
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Bandstand Burn
When Ben burned down the bandstand, he didn’t seem the chap. He’d always been a nice guy, we’d never heard him snap. But his one true love was music, and he had longed to play. But talent at it he had none, and the band drove him away. We saw him sulking in the park, although he waved and smiled. A light had gone behind his eyes, his grin it scared my child. We don’t know where he found the fuel, but he waited til the fayre. Then one match, poof, and up it went, and discord burned the air.
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Joanna K Neilson 
Reblogged this on The Haunted Eyeball and commented:
Friday fictioneering, Bandstand Burn!
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well, that was different. Little poetic hotspot in the midst of Friday fictioneers.
Randy
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Hi Randy 🙂 hope you enjoyed it and thanks for stopping by.
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oh, you just confirmed it. i’m always leery of someone who looks too perfect and nice. 🙂
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🙂 exactly! Never trust anyone whose dark side is utterly hidden….they creep me out, too! That said, here’s another smiley 🙂
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This is amazing.
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“A strangely psychotic piece this week …”
That kind of intro always gets my attention! 😛
Very cool! Made me think of Bonnie Parker’s poem: “You’ve read the story of Jesse James
of how he lived and died. If you’re still in need; of something to read, here’s the story of Bonnie and Clyde. …”
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Thank you! What a great poem to bring up, I feel like I heard it somewhere once but had forgotten all about it. I imagine we absorb more influences than we can count. Either way, it’s usually far better to create than to destroy. 🙂
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That was very good, well done 🙂
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Thank you :)!
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Dear Joanna,
This was an interesting mix of poetry and prose. A fiery well done piece.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks Rochelle, appreciate the kind comments 🙂 and thanks for running the event each week!
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Dear Joanna,
Timely and true portrait of the outcast misfit showing the world…. We’re all lunatics in some way, shape or form, but most of us hold it together somehow. Very well done.
Aloha,
Doug
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Hi Doug, thank you. It felt I had to react to it in some way, and this is how it came out. It highlighted the self-fulfilling prophecy of those who give the true freethinkers, and other times simply troubled individuals, a very bad name. You dont have to be mad to write here, but sometimes it’s the only way to cope…thanks again for reading.
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I really liked this – it almost reminds me of a Grimm Fairy Tale. The story itself is horrifying but how it’s told doesn’t seem horrific. Does that make sense?
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Thanks Sue – yes, I felt it flowed better when it was relentlessly upbeat, whilst describing something terrible. Really happy you enjoyed it :)! Thanks for reading.
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Wow! Loved it, a fantastic piece 🙂
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Really liked the poetry like format and story…..Sad that how one person’s mental state affects hundreds though.
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Well done. Moral – Don’t disappoint Ben.
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Gosh … he was upset. A very interesting take on the prompt. I can see how the news influenced the way it went. Very nice …. 😎
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