Downfall of Isaac–Story 1–Intro

Lightning stretched across the sky, which caught the eye of Isaac Madeci who was seating in a stolen 1976 Oldsmobile.  His eyes then turn to the police, who are armed and surrounded him in a half moon barricade in from of him.  As the rain danced on the car, he clutched the steering wheel and took several short breaths, causing his head to nod.  Cold sweat ran down from his uncombed hair as his eyes water and his hand sweat.  He wiped the sweat, while taking a deep breath, into his hair with his sweaty hands, then dried his eyes.  Resting his elbow, he held his head, on the door.  “I can’t believe it. He wasn’t kidding.”

To his right was a lifeless two-year-old child with his head crushed on the floor of the front passenger seat as his feet rest in the passenger seat, but bent sideways at the knee.  Fresh blood oozed from the glove department bounced like a yo-yo.  In the backseat, a child’s car seat rest between the edge of the backseat and the arm rest centering the front seat.

He stared at the gun on his lap and took a deep sigh.  As he scratched his head, he counted the number of police officers in front of him.  Feeling hopeless, he blinked and sighed.   His eyes wondered to his gauges and noticed the needle resting on  ‘E’.  While shaking his head, he punched the steering wheel; then he stared back at his gun taking short deep breathes. “I’m fucked, I’m fucked.  Dammit.” as his mind was analyzing the recent events.

Isaac was in the tail end of a Storm: a period of time in which a person’s ill-advised emotional actions cause a chain of unpredictable, violent and miserable events occur in a person’s life which dooms him to long-lasting misery or death.  Most people caught in it would have been very or modestly successful, but allowed their hunger for miscellaneous or trivial pleasure consumes them, which caught them to satisfy their hunger by any means necessary.  These means are not always well thought out because they are rash and hastily made.  Not until staring into the eye of the Storm do people realize the more rational approaches and wish to change all wrong doing.  However, by this time, all bridges are burnt and if there was a god, he not going to be very forgiving.  Goals, hope and admiration are out the door leaving doubts and questions on the purpose and value of life.

But he was an inspired writer influenced by Black literature and personal experiences.  Motivated by positive criticism from his short stories, he decided to create a novel that tell the story of a young Black man learning to come to his own philosophies of life and its purpose.  Meanwhile, he had supportive parents and a beautiful girlfriend.  With focus and dedication, he had the potential of living every dream.  Though that was the future he wanted, his present needs where seemingly more important.

The follow blog “The Downfall of Isaac” will show how he created his storm, how what will come from his actions.