The Journal Entry

Dear Diary:

Such a marvelous morning, following the traditional grateful family get together celebration. Woke up to a shining sun brightly engulfing this property here, bordering two warring factions. I can clearly see the antagonist serving penance as dark clouds hover over their kingdom, proclaiming ‘you made a mistake last night!’ I am, as I have written in this journal before, ‘a royal aristocrat’ who spent a lifetime guarding internal powerful thoughts and glorified stimulation, that fueled my fantasies.

Residing in the democratic country paved with golden streets, where free minds control destiny opposed to the one God theory comfortably stating, ‘life continues when death beckons,’ may I ask? ‘About turning other’s cheeks and an eye for another optical illusion?’ Well, enough, let me tell you, the wonderful masquerade party we presented acknowledging my granddaughter's wedding, a couple weeks ago started a relationship invasion.

Wearing a deceptive white dress, the offspring, my beloved dear wife Momma Jenny birthed, marched down the aisle. “Momma Jenny and her brother Mario made the best garlic knots, laced with a tasteful flavor encouraging burping,” I remember. Anyway, when the calendar read, October thirty-one, up the hill inside the mansion I once owned, they exchanged eternal vows, and everyone danced until dawn. Staging a clear conscience and soul, the pair started November romantically vacationing enjoying an adventurous honeymoon.

Upon return, Momma Jenny and I invited the love birds to our annual harvest feast, featuring turkeys filled with fixings and dessert, the enchanting evening’s deadly desiring highlight.

I will now stop glamourizing the event that happened last night and tell the truth. Not a confession, I might say, but an honest reaction to someone saying something they had no business expressing.

You see, the guest we welcomed to our family tree hang out relished debating no resolution subjects, merry-go-round issues brewing maddening tones. Granted spirited dialogue did evolve, but the boisterous screaming rhetoric annoyed ‘the festive thank you reflective atmosphere.’

Deciding to relieve myself from the setting and find quietness I politely left heading towards the attic, where I rummaged through trunks and trinkets. Finally, finding a jar containing a special homemade concoction conjured up by heavenly powers, I proceeded back down wanting the controversial conversation under the covers, sound asleep.

Seeing the most tempting treats displayed I took our family secret and added an extra ingredient.

“Who would like sinful post dinner delectables?” Momma Jenny inquired and I smirked.

“Yes, Momma Jenny,” I answered promptly.

Then coffee mug in hand I observed these relative monsters, in a way that did not sit well with my views watching every crumb and morsal disappear without a trace. Later, everyone used the living room to die, I laughed turning the television off, “are we resting in peace?”

Hearing not a sound, I proceeded to carry the bodies outside, and a pre prepared shallow grave burial.

Of course, the enemy’s side. Where else?

A car just pulled up, will complete this daily entry later.

A dashing young adult stepped out from the passenger’s side, “you played a good game yesterday,” I paused, “front page newspaper picture.”

“Two TD passes and 200 yards,” he shouted back.

“That’s my grandson,” I replied while the driver, a beautiful mature lady emerged.

“It was just like the old days,” the grandmother figure mentioned, “when you presided over the annual holiday football classic,”

“I didn’t watch the game,” I interrupted, “I supported you cheering,”

“So, where does everyone, ‘want to have lunch?’”

“How about the place with girls and shorts serving chicken wings?”

It was then after hearing that inquiry, I knew the true bloodline to my delusional reign, confirming the decision by seeing humble public action without any disturbing arguments.