One-Eyed Jacks and the Suicide King

By Anthony Donell Smith

Stages of Literature
The sorcerer dawned with skills of voodoo. The tarot card depicts the sorcerer from the voodoo stage, and he permeated into an image, with its symbols of the English court.
The tragicomedy period (old English) dispelled the notion of the sorcerer being placed between us and our maker. Of course even without the sorcery, forces continued to defy logic. Properties of voodoo, through perspectives, were at the helm.
Laws of force were soon accepted by the maturing world. Although these forces have constructs that are not visible, the effects were known to be very consistent. Testing such laws proved reliable to cause and effect.
The age of reason brought wisdom, through retrospect, of how we react to the unknown and unexplained. We simply make up what we do not know. However, we do so by taking the perspectives we are granted and reasoning out the realities that lie within. With reality being created from our crooked and unaligned perspectives, our realities pale in comparison to Gods truths.
The Romantic Period paired our realizations of reason and logic up against the phenomenon we call emotions. Emotions won hands down. Earlier chronicles of man demonstrate mystery, but the mystics are to the nth power within emotions.
The day of the zodiac combines logics and emotions and is depicted by the symbols of civilization. Each past civilization will leave signs of what they most feared and what they most needed (adored). The interrelation of humans is controlled by the celestial constellations, aligning our compatibility to one another. It barely scratches the surface of why we are magnetized to some while we are polarized from others.
Charms of Makings caused her end. Makings of charm will set and begin.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Aug 21, 2015
• ISBN: 9781499019759

Anthony Donell Smith

Anthony Donell Smith was born in Akron, Ohio, on the year 1965, to hardworking blue-collar parents. Anthony has fostered confidence in teammates of Little League sports before doing the same over an eight-year span with the US military. He served his military years as a medic wherein he was exposed to the higher degree of humanity. Experience during wartime and in other combative militarized zones delivered true notions for our height of ecstasy as well as our lows of despair. Anthony served honorably prior to discharge and immediately continued serving humanity professionally in the health-care industry. Trauma rooms, burn units, delivery rooms, and his emergency medical technician license and practice provided yet more surreal experiences at acknowledging the brightest and darkest moments in the experience that we call life. Due to personal desire and grace from above, Anthony still found his unique way to foster others when possible. Thus the last five years have highlighted the twenty-five-year escalation at dealing with people professionally. Child Guidance and Family Solutions in Akron, Ohio, is where Anthony has helped low-income people obtain the mental health services, as it is a nonprofit organization. His life’s work continues as he delivers kindness with a smile to troubled individuals on the streets. That is the new frontline for many, and Anthony, as usual, is one of the first to be ready to care and repair. One-Eyed Jacks and the Suicide King is a look at ourselves and the free will that allows us to be very affectionate toward one another, yet it also speaks of the mechanized structures that we must align and adhere to. Professionally, Anthony, has reached the instruction level of supervision in most career placements, such as in his latest employment at the mental health agency where he was the internship coordinator. He was a squad leader in the US army. So he loves to prepare and to share with his team.

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ONE-EYED

JACKS

and the

Suicide King

Anthony Donell Smith

Copyright © 2015 by Anthony Donell Smith.

Library of Congress Control Number:   2014908788

ISBN:      Hardcover      978-1-4990-1976-6

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CONTENTS

Stages of Literature

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Epilogue

Pyramidal Effect

STAGES OF LITERATURE

The sorcerer dawned with skills of voodoo. The tarot card depicts the sorcerer from the voodoo stage, and he permeated into an image, with its symbols of the English court.

The tragicomedy period (old English) dispelled the notion of the sorcerer being placed between us and our maker. Of course even without the sorcery, forces continued to defy logic. Properties of voodoo, through perspectives, were at the helm.

Laws of force were soon accepted by the maturing world. Although these forces have constructs that are not visible, the effects were known to be very consistent. Testing such laws proved reliable to cause and effect.

The age of reason brought wisdom, through retrospect, of how we react to the unknown and unexplained. We simply make up what we do not know. However, we do so by taking the perspectives we are granted and reasoning out the realities that lie within. With reality being created from our crooked and unaligned perspectives, our realities pale in comparison to God’s truths.

The Romantic Period paired our realizations of reason and logic up against the phenomenon we call emotions. Emotions won hands down. Earlier chronicles of man demonstrate mystery, but the mystics are to the nth power within emotions.

The day of the zodiac combines logics and emotions and is depicted by the symbols of civilization. Each past civilization will leave signs of what they most feared and what they most needed (adored). The interrelation of humans is controlled by the celestial constellations, aligning our compatibility to one another. It barely scratches the surface of why we are magnetized to some while we are polarized from others.

Charms of Makings caused her end. Makings of charm will set and begin.

CHAPTER ONE

"Oh god! No—don’t come near me, aggghhh!"

It was too late. Morgonda was already touched by a deceptive sorcery. It was the only way he could get her. And she had to come to him.

And a mound of firmness is what he had touched.

Morgonda, eighteen years of age, was the prize of Jack’s trade. She had been the prize of no other.

She had finished school, and she wished to become a nurse. She was as noble as any. She wanted to help all that were stricken with bad fortunes. That was how she met Jack.

The town had revealed that females, also young and pretty, had been accosted by some unidentifiable force. Each of them was also a victim of firmness. The distressed damsels, four of them, were inside the all-girl school and in unbreakable trances. Now Morgonda was aware of their downfall—nobleness.

Morgonda kept her vision focused on her way to the library. She was interested in a certain genre of books. She was following a trail and she needed knowledge. Folklore of the mystics is more like it. They were notions of behavior from the ancient times, and they were scribed over into the modern times.

She usually hid in the library until the other school society had left. But today she was not alone in that library. She opened up the book and it had pictures translated into writing.

The Book of Mystics

The sorcery of man’s world is the dark that lies ahead of us, and the eventual revealing of light. The Sorcerer somehow sees through our dark. He will use what he knows and learn to rule. Although the sorcery is forever, their tenors are perpetually ending. Light always prevails.

The wizardry is the dark that was previously in our light, but we have yet to understand the signals that were given. Wizards will help us to see the signs that are hidden or suppressed.

She was getting too close. The clue was that there are three parts to our beings: human behavior, the world that manifests us, and our heavenly souls. Such factors of our makeup will produce some people of noble persona and sensibility. By balance, the factors will produce people of self-serving and deceptive mentality.

She went to go help the old lady librarian who could not reach her cane.

The Book of Mystics fell from Morgonda’s hands as fright overtook her. There he was.

Jack’s big strong hands vanished in flesh as he took hold of beautiful Morgonda. And she feared such lump of loin that was thickening the plot. Jack reached around for further inspection and what came to his mind were bountiful hills slickened with dew in the spring.

Unlike the other victims, Morgonda’s ambrosial nature altered his electrocharge of sorcery into moments of ecstatic neutrality. But his wand was incredibly charged. Now doubled over with surrender, she was heels over head.

Oh no, your monstrous deeds spread heat! she begged. But Morgonda’s fiery reaction matched his urge and shot two protective bullets from her breast. Spasmodic as waves, she bottomed out.

"Oh no," she said softly in fear.

Trapped in sorcery void of truth will risk feast or famine. The magic potion call to oceans leaves lock jammed, a dam in. Morgonda’s body shrieked in pain with notions of the taking. With signs from Aphrodite’s lines, Morgonda did a waking.

Morgonda had not told anyone over the next several days. Why had she not turned cold as did the others? She knew what she had seen. Or did she?

It was really more like a dream. Like he was in the room, yet he stayed fully dressed! It was like he touched her in other ways apart from physically. Nonetheless, she felt safe. She recounted how things happened and realized that she had to go to him to be taken. And now she knew.

One day about a year later, Morgonda was with a new librarian. She viewed some pictures and saw the image of an old lady. It looked like the same one from Spades.

"Oh shit! It’s her, it’s him! He’s the one," she blurted. No one else was around except the midget librarian. He was very short and had bulging body joints. Each of them appeared to give him arthritic pain. Also, he was sadly reaching for a book way above his head. Sad for him was Morgonda, the noble teenager of firmness. She would help anyone. But that is how she almost was taken by the sorcerer. As she sat to the midget’s right, she explained,

While in the town of Spades, I saw an old, decrepit lady at the library. She used a broken stick for a cane and was too feeble to retrieve it when it fell. I went in a hurry to go help her. But then she turned and…

The midget interrupted.

Let me guess. You saw her from the left side as a needy lady and then you saw her from the right side and it was the sorcerer. A Bible might tell you to ‘believe half of what you see and none of what you hear.’

Yes! she exclaimed, enthused that the midget would even believe her. How do you know?

The midget then turned 180 degrees to the right, and it gave Morgonda a perspective of his left side…

Aggghhhh!

The missing girls, yelled Solomon. I am missing two from within my family as well as you are!

Solomon glared into the eyes of his archenemy. I could take him now, he thought. But his face remained stoic as his hand was on his knife.

Why shouldn’t I end this game now, and finish off the prodigal son of Hearts? said Duke. You are a scoundrel, Solomon. You killed my brother!

As did you mine, Duke. And here we are, just the two of us, back at the scene of your crimes, said Solomon.

Solomon of Hearts and a duke from Spades agreed to meet. They would discuss entrapping the evil that preyed upon their young women.

Yes, Solomon, agreed Duke. These dark, gloomy wetlands are a perfect place to end this poker game we play. No one ever comes here, it is quite scary. One of us shall emerge, and the land can finally have a king. Otherwise, we continue to stunt the prosperity of our own rich territories.

Women and kids bury their men even in our new promised lands, Solomon warned Duke. "If we do not find a truce, our territories will go back to being like this terrible place."

Disturbing it is, Solomon, said Duke, while looking up as if mystified. They say that these trees only grow at night. The branches are all twisted. Its leaves are afraid of light.

It is midday, and yet here, your loathing eyes are all I can see, said Solomon.

As Duke let go of his blunt object, his and Solomon’s frames came more into view. They stepped forward and were now face-to-face.

"If we work together, why should you be the king?" Duke sized himself up to Solomon’s chest.

"You buried the young ones here, remember, as you attacked the aborigines. Solomon scowled at Duke with anger. The young ones we spare. We give them a choice. You knew the rules!"

"Rules, you say! Duke defended his actions. They hid behind the females and young only to ambush my people. They appeared out of churches and schools. Workers, fishermen, fathers, and sons all of a sudden became bloody toward us. Even their infirmary became a ruthless army. They killed my father," he said.

So I ordered the siege! Duke admitted with conviction. Only then were you able to finish them off. How does one separate the good and bad when life is at stake?

Solomon’s chest expanded against Duke’s as he stood his own ground.

No, Duke! I did not cause these lands to be cursed. I was taught by my father the civilized way. You have to be willing to give something up in order to do it right. That is why I shall be king!

Duke grabbed Solomon’s chain mail and dragged his foe to the ground. On top of Solomon and nose-to-nose, he was in a quandary.

What did you give up? Duke waited for an answer.

We captured men from your ranks. Your brother was included, whispered Solomon, as if they were not alone. "Coming in here with a show of force as you did is when the aborigines hid their warriors. We needed a way to draw them out!

We used your brother and his men. We had to appear weak, vulnerable, and defenseless. We dressed them like ourselves and sent them ahead. But we were also at the swamps, confessed Solomon.

Solomon’s eyes narrowed as to evade Duke’s.

"It worked. We identified the warriors but only after your brother defended himself better than expected. It brought out a second and then the final wave of aborigines.

"I tried to be there to save your brother’s life. But he insisted on taking out the final warrior. He made me promise that half of the territories always be under the duke, the Duke of Spades."

Duke listened and then rolled off Solomon. His breathing slowed as he shut his eyes.

"You marked my brother as easy prey for the aborigines, said Duke, raising his voice to regain Solomon’s attention. Then he averted his eyes. But nothing in this life comes easy. And your father taught you this?"

Yes. Life is like a poker game, Duke. When something appears to be an easy mark, it is really there as a bait.

Solomon and Duke locked their hands in the Masonic grip. They lay still in the dark of day.

THE KING’S CASTLE WAS WITH KNIGHTS AND THE DRAWBRIDGE WAS LOWERED TO REVEAL A LONG RED CARPET. THE CARPET WAS THICK AND RAN THE LENGTH OF SEVERAL DOORS OF CHAMBERS ON EACH SIDE. THE CARPET ENDED AS A WIDE STAIRCASE BEGAN AND WAS ALL THE WAY UP TO THE MAIN CHAMBER OF BUSINESS.

The chamber’s doors swung open, and two men stood face-to-face as their hands were locked together in the Masonic grip.

Sitting in pristine chairs outside the entry and by the full double doors waited a short pudgy girl of commons and a doctor dressed like an ambassador. He was darker than most, and his hair appeared to have never been combed.

The kingdom’s new doctor waited outside of the castle’s chamber of counsel. It was to be his official appointment as the medicine man.

The duke recommended you to my counsel in the hopes that you can find that evil who lurks behind our young women. The king said this while kneading his stoic face. "He says you have an ability to determine one’s tendencies by mere conversation.

Where did you and the duke meet? the king queried.

"Where you two signed your truce, Your Honor, is where we met. It is where you buried the aborigines. Some young were spared, thanks to you, King Solomon." The doctor’s voice was one of ambassadorship.

Oh, I see… said Solomon, while he averted his eyes. And you can reach notions about people that you do not know?

I would have to learn their rooting first. This could take a little time. Most do not come my way of the wetlands too often, sarcastically spoke the doctor. Most is destroyed there by now, but my small glass factory is still in service.

"If you could move the glass factory to a nicer, rural side of town, would you do it as your hobby? The king was insisting as it was time for business. The two towns need to contract your skill of medicine. The duke and I will ensure that everyone will come to you for that ah…"

Rooting, said the doctor.

CHAPTER TWO

THE KING’S COURT HAD BECOME COLORFUL. THERE WERE TRAPEZES HURLING MEN BALCONIES ABOVE WHILE PLUMP CORSETED WHORES SEDUCTIVELY DANCED BELOW. CALM MEN WERE EATING RAGING FIRES AS KING COBRAS SUBMITTED TO CHARMS OF TRANQUILITY. IT WAS A FINE TIME IN A PARADOXICAL KINGDOM.

Solomon Hearts was draped with the robe of royalty, and he placed a gem-studded necklace about his wife’s angelic neckline. He beamed with unbridled pride.

But now King Solomon was nowhere in sight.

Wow! Your Majesty, my lord, mused Monicalu Inski while placing herself square on the throne. For her, this was a familiar place.

Monicalu served the king as did many others. And she herself had more callers than any. There was such a diligence in her manner of trade. The king’s request suited her as well on his wedding day.

Shorter than most, she made up with pudginess. Her features soft and cute, she had an innocent smile. Monicalu consisted of heavenly roundness with a consistency, and consistently stiffened Heartsmen.

Unparalleled in distance and time, sorceries of man about the globe came two devoted tongues. And four of the signs are still erect in Magic Land that subconsciously appear over and over again in replica.

Conscious are statues, pictures, and writings, and subconsciously

we see subliminal sightings. She cloaked his choke even with fright. Virtues of giving, in fact, she liked. She studied the science and lore of folk. Values were more on cloaking his choke.

And when Monicalu was unavailable, the king’s men still brought him the plump ones.

Back in the jovial court was the king’s wife, the Queen of