The Spellchecker

By Wolf Sherman

Foreword

There are maybe a handful of lessons to get you out of what you might think are "check-mate situations" that would - at the same time set you up for life. If you understand them. "Don't be in that situation", would be one of them. If you missed the bus on that one, "trust only yourself", would be lesson two, and "time can be your friend" - if you let it - if you can sit back, and wait, and watch - and not react immediately, of course lesson three. This form of revenge is the oldest known to man. Like a mountain, staring with indifferent eyes to how the leveller of all operates. It isn't quite like you'd think. To wait it out and watch the clock and see what it does, can make one happy. It really can.
There are many things that are cause for great fascination on my part and come and visit to peak my curiosity, if you want. People who can't let go of things fall under this category. Ones who feel the need to exact revenge in a meaningful - that is to say an unforgettable kind of way and with a sense of urgency. I've always wondered quietly, whatever is the rush? It doesn't have to be immediate, I suppose, nor of Biblical proportions, but at least it requires a burning need to accomplish its aim - to be called revenge. Versus on the other hand to just let things go and play the cards you're dealt, and rather let karma and time do what they do best.

So anyway, here's what I'd heard happened.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Wolf Sherman
• Release date: Sep 17, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370574155

Wolf Sherman

Biography - Wolf ShermanWolf was born in 1970, grew up in Pretoria and after school joined the South African Police in 1988. During 1993 he was transferred to Johannesburg. During his colourfully interesting police career he was attached to several specialist divisions that include the anti-vehicle theft unit, organised-crime-and-political-investigations unit, and the East-Rand Murder & Robbery unit. After his police career he successfully applied his experience in the corporate financial world as insurance investigator and financial planner.Wolf is 48-years of age, have been blessed with three daughters, and is an avid blood and blood platelet donor. He fills his time by weaving his unusual life experience and keen interest in religion, metaphysics, war and political research and that of his love for food and classical music - into his poetry, fictional short stories, and novels.“A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies, said Jojen. The man who never reads lives only one.” - George R.R. Martin, A Dance with Dragons.I'm always curious to listen when people talk about which book - ever - they'd first read. For me it was “The Man Called Noon” that was published in 1970. I suppose that it goes without saying the 1973 film directed by Peter Collinson - of the same name - as the 1970 Louis L'Amour novel, was quite a hit in the day.I was always in love with the books in which storytellers extended an invitation right from the word go, and pulled me in into a different world. The next early love for me growing up were bookshops and libraries. But I'd consider libraries had the first place. My love for both novels and short stories grew over the years, but somehow short stories found me more often. In part, I think because one can sponge it up in a single sitting, and move on to the next world, so to speak.On the topic of short stories, the storytellers in this instance tell how they see it - but being forced far quicker to relay that. I have no doubt that any short story can be stretched out and pinned down to become a novel - if one wanted to. Obviously there is no set length that a short story has to subscribe to, but I'd imagine anything from five-thousand to twenty-five-or-so-thousand words is adequate to save someone, murder a few people, get some revenge, use most of the rope in your boot, discard the spade when you're done, and go in hiding till the whole thing blows over. Of course, if there's a body to begin with... Which really stems from poor planning - I have always thought - in a story. Naturally. Of course, we also need to fall in love at some point and give our whole heart to someone special. It makes for a more balanced killer. In a story. Naturally.Look me up on:Pinterest @ Wolf Sherman BooksInstagram: @Wolf_ShermanTwitter: @WolfSherman2

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The Spell Checker

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Foreword

There are maybe a handful of lessons to get you out of what you might think are check-mate situations that would - at the same time set you up for life - if you understand them. Don't be in that situation, would be one of them. If you missed the bus on that one, trust only yourself, would be lesson two, and time can be your friend - if you let it - if you can sit back, and wait and watch - and not react immediately, of course lesson three. This form of revenge is the oldest known to man. Like a mountain, staring with indifferent eyes at how the leveller of all operates. It isn't quite like you'd think it is - to wait it out and watch the clock and see what it does.

There are many things that are cause for great fascination on my part and come and visit to swallow my curiosity, if you want. People who can't let go of things fall under this category. Ones who feel the need to exact revenge in a meaningful - that is to say an unforgettable kind of way and with a sense of urgency. I've always wondered quietly, whatever is the rush? It doesn't have to be immediate, I suppose, nor of Biblical proportions, but at least it requires a burning need to accomplish its aim - to be called revenge. Versus on the other hand - to just let things go and play the cards you're dealt, and rather let karma and time do what they do best.

Of all the things read and said about the nine personality types in ancient Numerology - as Pythagoras listed them, according to Numerologists anyway, and added to that the peculiarities of people who possess the master builder numbers of the doubles like 11, 22, 33, and how life path numbers influence who we are, it does in some strange manner run parallel with what modern psychologists try to do. Box people into something that a label can be stuck to in an attempt to explain their behaviour or likely how they'd react in a particular future situation. Personally, I think people's inherent complexities are too vast to boil them down into a set series of Tarot cards that lie in a particular way or a palm reading session, or even past-life regression during a trance-like state of consciousness. But that's me, I'm not easily impressed by techniques that are supposed to deliver immediate conclusive results. Nothing in life is conclusive; there's always something that we manage to miss, always a thing that lurks somewhere that doesn't want to be found. Always. For instance, how some of the politest and calmest most patient of people can bottle up the need to rectify things for as long as years, and just not give up on the idea that there was a wrong that needed their attention - still. Retribution to attain an acceptable measure of fairness, is probably a better-suited phrase. But even among the ones we consider the evilest, they all have a story to tell about how they came to wear that long cold black sinister coat.

The story I had heard, was of such a person. Moving between realities wasn't a thing he knew was possible.

It's typical irony if you think about it. It began with trust. The trust family, who else? things people say. Fathers, mothers, brothers, uncles, - those you must trust. or whatever lie you're told growing up. Life, he'd learned, is all about getting the upper hand. Due to fox-like shrewdness or ranking in a community, or family, one party always manages to get the upper hand over another. You can't get past it. It is what it is. Deal with it. After screwing someone over nice and hard, the people - as they apparently sometimes do - find God, and they move on with their lives - happy and oblivious to the wreckage they'd left in the wake of their actions. It comes easy for some to fire off a Sorry for fucking up., or You know what? We were weak, please forgive... You must know the type. They're everywhere we look. Who knows, maybe you yourself had been done in on some business contract; got what you felt was the short end of the stick, so to speak.

What makes the character in the story different and is cause for a number of complications, was that as a young man he was never taught the art of forgiveness. And make no mistake, forgiveness is indeed an art form. We're certainly not born with it. That's just preposterous - if you know and understand people, that is.

But enough allegory for the moment. The man left his - monotonous - but for others would be - monstrous - duties in the government sector behind and took a gamble in the business world. The business world is always a gamble and let no one have your ear that'll tell you otherwise.

The lessons came fast, and they were many. At the outset, the young man's mind was sufficiently clouded by the past, and maybe, to be honest, he wasn't particularly bright; and didn't pick up - till it was too late, how far people would go to ensure their own financial well-being in spite of the suffering of others.