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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Illustrate the meaning of “A Stitch in Time Saves Nine” (without using the actual phrase or literal example). (01/03/08)

TITLE: In the alternate reality of the life of Sonny Blue
By TJ Nickel
01/09/08


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In the alternate reality of the life of Sonny Blue, Sonny didn’t sing the blues. In the end of his actual life, he considered the blues his fate, something given to him by virtue of his surname and his upbringing – something the gods willed for him. People tell me all the time that if they could go back to any moment in time to change something bad that happened to them, they’d refuse the offer. All their life events are compiled in such a way that removing a block would result in a loss of the whole. These people believe in fate like Sonny did at the end. I don’t believe in fate; not for myself, and on account of Sonny Blue. If I could go back, I would. I’d do it for Sonny. I’d do it for what I didn’t do for Sonny. I’d do it even if it killed me, because sometimes the singular moments in life amount to a sum much greater than the whole. There was a sometime for Sonny, on someday long ago, before Sonny stopped believing in living and replaced it with life.

In the alternate reality of the life of Sonny Blue, on that someday that stood at the threshold of Fate, I spoke. Instead of leaving the room aware that I’d met an evil beyond my comprehension, I stayed and cried out. And the cry alone was all that was needed. The world of the Blue’s stood still at Fate’s open door and my cry prevented them from passing through. Sonny’s parents had no idea what to do with my reaction. They stood confused by an alien yawp, and I grabbed Sonny by his arm and raced him from the home.

In the alternate reality of the life of Sonny Blue, on that someday when I chose to yawp and run with him instead of from him, Sonny was saved from the sufferings hidden from the world by calculating devils postured as caregivers of an incorrigible child. On that day, we ran to my bedroom and sat in silence for hours. In silence, I searched for the words to say to my parents upon their arrival. My search yielded poor results. The time in silence was filled by the manipulative phone call from Sonny’s mother. My jibber resulted in them loading Sonny into the car. I didn’t yawp.

In the alternate reality of the life of Sonny Blue, on that someday when I found and then lost my yawp, I ventured into the cover of darkness towards Sonny’s house. The silhouette was unmistakable. I crashed through the threshold of Providence and attacked the devil towering over Sonny.

He killed me.

Sonny lived.

In the alternate reality of the life of Sonny Blue, on the days following that someday, Sonny enjoyed my parent’s home. He lived out the remainder of his adolescence in the bedroom we showered with silence. He became me for them. I dare say he was a better me than me and they a better them for him.

In the alternate reality of the life of Sonny Blue, Sonny never sung the blues, and I didn’t live my life behind a swallowed yawp.


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darlene hight01/11/08
Awesome! I love this and the deep meaning that is filled with. Rescue those who are defenseless, no greater friend have we than one who will lay down his life.
Sara Harricharan 01/11/08
This is really, really deep. I read it twice, getting two different reactions afterwards. "Awsome" and "So Sad" Very creative writing, this is one of my favorites this week. ^_^
Jan Ackerson 01/11/08
I think what I like most about this is its pacing; it starts slowly and accelarates through decreased paragraph- and sentence length. Super job of structuring this deep piece with a unique voice.
Joanne Sher 01/13/08
This is masterful - the mood, the characterization, the repetition. I'm practically speechless. Wow.
Hanne Moon 01/14/08
All I can say is...WOW!! Awesome work!
Gerald Shuler 01/14/08
Every sentence of this entry commands attention. The sum total of it weaves a network alive with a reality of its own, whether alternate or not.
I enjoyed this masterful "think tank".
Temple Miller01/14/08
Wow! What to say? The repetition is perfect. The alternate reality time is exquisite. The language paints a picture. The pace rolls with exact timing. The emotion is overwhelmingly sad in both realities. This story will haunt me. As an aspiring writer, I am awed.
Catrina Bradley 01/14/08
The repetition of the title throughout gave this an added chill. I absolutely love your style, and am left wondering when I should have yawped. So good.
LauraLee Shaw01/16/08
This is so deep and raw, that I had to read it 3 times just to get it fully. I still don't think I've totally grasped it. All I know for sure is that it takes an incredible amount of skill, connected with inspiration from the Lord to write something this moving. Bravo!
Julie Ruspoli01/16/08
Oh how I love yur alternate reality. :) Such an amazing story and message. I'm going to go read it again. Wonderful article.
Loren T. Lowery01/16/08
There is such depth and introspection in this piece and a sense of longing and finding a "someone" who finally understand and makes the difference in a life well-lived.
Tim Pickl01/16/08
"Deep calls to deep in the roar of your waterfalls;
all your waves and breakers
have swept over me." Psalm 42:7 (NIV)
Sharlyn Guthrie01/17/08
I'm so glad that I "sstumbled" across this entry this evening. It is very well-written and meaningful. The regret was palpable. Reading this piece requires some thinking, but is well worth the time it takes.
Debbie Wistrom01/18/08
Go glad I decided to read all of Joanne's gems this week. Keep writing, you have much to say. Looking forward to more!
Jan Ackerson 07/03/11
TJ, I'm featuring this piece on the Front Page showcase for the week of July 25. Look for it on the FaithWriters home page--and congratulations!