Now, who says one just simply cannot dream in yummy CHOCOLATE?!?

As I have mentioned to you folks in recent posts, it has been the most creative summer ever for me, and now that the season known as summer is on its final legs for another year, I had begun thinking of some kind of way to reward myself for all of the creatively great work that I have done throughout this past season; Now, if you folks do not mind, I would like to share something with you the most sweetest reward that I would very much like to have…
I would like to envision an all-chocolate sundae, a sundae that consists of chocolate ice cream, topped with chocolate syrup and topped with Hershey chocolate bars and Hershey Kisses, and maybe even Oreo cookies on top! I would not want any whipped cream or a cherry on top-Just plain chocolate, chocolate, CHOCOLATE!!! Gee, is that asking for much?!
Anyhoo, I would very much like to thank all of you bloggers and blog followers out there for visiting KALEIDOSCOPE throughout the entire summer; There was certainly something for almost everyone to enjoy, and I have hoped that you have enjoyed each and every one of this here blog’s sampling of summer treats as much as I have written and prepared them just for you. Now, as far as the coming season known as Autumn as concerned, there is going to be pretty much more of the same fun stuff that you know and love, while rumor has it that a brand-new feature might be joining the most colorful blog on the planet this fall-What exactly could it be? Stay tuned…

HOMEMADE STORIES #2: “Count William”

Today, KALEIDOSCOPE continues its special series of stories featuring the winners of my “Homemade Stories” contest at the Writer’s Cafe community website; This next story is called “Count William”, and it is by my third prize winner, Tegon Maus…

(Photo/cartoon art by yours truly!)

I had no idea what time it was, or for that matter, how long I had lay here. I let the darkness that surrounded me soak into me, absorbing its cool comfort through every pore of my body. The overwhelming satisfaction of my solitude filled me with an unparallel joy. I could lay here, undiscovered for centuries were it not for the hunger that pulled at me with an unrelenting desire of its own. I ran my tongue over the sharp tips of my fangs, relishing the sweet memory of the last time they struck terror into the hearts of my victims. What held me harder still was the fear of discovery by the Others. They didn’t understand me…they wanted to hunt me down…destroy me. They would stop at nothing to put an end to me. If only I were not alone in the world…if somehow there were more of my kind lying in the dark waiting for the rising of the moon.

I could hear them even now…the heavy footsteps of the Others as they searched for me. Images of angry voices holding pitchforks, torches, fire, and heartbreaking carnage suddenly filled my head. My heart pounded as they drew closer to my sanctuary. My heart sank with dread…I was about to be discovered yet again.

I had but one chance…perhaps…just perhaps if I were to lunge at just the right moment…sink my teeth so deep, so fast that my victim wouldn’t have time to shout for help…maybe I would survive…survive long enough to find one of my own. I readied myself, getting into a crouched position so as to strike with a ferocity and speed that would surely shock my unwitting victim into stunned silence, assuring my victory. At that instant my fortress of darkness was flooded with a bright unyielding light. I was stunned, caught off guard for the slightest of moments. I had no choice…I had to attack before all was lost.

“Aaahh,” I snarled mincingly, lunging into the light with all my force. “Mom! He’s doing it again,” my older sister, Lisa, shouted. “Billy! How many times have I told you?! That dishtowel is not a cape…you are not a vampire and you can not play in the hall closet,” Mom, now annoyed, shouted from the kitchen. Lisa taunted, “Yeah, Billy. You heard Mom…” I returned, “It’s Count William to you, stink face,” thus slowly pulling the door closed once more. I let the darkness that surrounded me soak into me, absorbing its cool comfort through every pore of my body. I could lay here for centuries…

Thank you, Tegon, for that most brilliant tale; You have what it takes to write a great story, and then some! May I wish you much continued success in the not-too-distant future. With love-JW

KALEIDOSCOPE Proudly Presents: “Homemade Stories”!

(Illustration by Jenn Webster)

At this time, KALEIDOSCOPE gives great pleasure in presenting this very special series that spotlights the winners of a contest that I have set up at the online writing community known as the Writer’s Cafe; The very first story is by the author who is known simply as “When you read me open your mind with my heart”, and it is called, “My Struggle with DYSPRAXIA”…

I woke in midst of frozen sun. I was alone with me and my loneliness make me enormously happy. True is my words cannot be realistic at normal meaning of normal minds. My mind is Dypraxic in dreamy mode without to get any further to normality. People can call me anyhow. Idiot, dreamer, weirdo, rude, and few F and S words. My focus is not there and here and not even know when I’m writing this. They blame me for my nature and lack of care about the rules and patterns. I experience with singling out, rejections and total ignorance. This is my reality and not yours. So stop bothering me with your judges and sentences of death. I am tired from your logic and clean clothes from your precise lines and perfect behavior. Since my birth until now.

I am self-talker only way when my words are not stuttering. My knowledgement of humans are drastical and humors in tragedy of victims. Love is true at my world. Not just cliche at your poem. Even now when I am alone I can dream away. Right now at my head is billions of possibilities of my life. I read too much and don’t remember a thing. I cannot divide numbers and write at a correct grammar. Never lest I am an optimist. I have women who love me. Even though my frustrations lead into anger. I like to listen to Soley and Sarah Jaffe for their natural flexibility and the opening of my emotions. I wonder with you until you start attcking me. My eyes can lie but I still feel truth at them. My life is tragic just for you. I feel a lot of happiness and a lot of creativity at my Dyspraxic brain.

I was born in prison of communistic system. Grew throughout the alcohol and hardcore music. Through the painful experiences. Humans and their children and pets. IRONIC AND CREATIVE. FUNNY AND CHAOTIC. MAD AND DYSPRAXIC. I am very clumsy. All what I touch turns into disaster. Even my face during my shave or my writing. Dyspraxia is my talent and my end. Normal people are sick. They will never understand me and my condition. I will never listen to them. I love humans who are like me.

WEIRD, OUT OF THE NORMALITY AND RULES. I am not afraid from perversions psychosis. De sade is my father. Masoch is my mother. I love women with short hair. Straight, powerful, honest. My mind is universe without control. I am man by gender. I am women by choice. I am, I am…YOU ARE. (NOTE:This submitted story has been edited for clarity.)

Thank you, When You Read Me…Your story was ever so powerful. I hope that you would continue to share the public with more powerful writing like this for many days to come. Thank you.

COME, FOLLOW JESUS: “The Whole Armor”

Ephesians 6:10-17

“He put on righteousness as his body armor and placed the helmet of salvation on he head.” (Isaiah 59:17, NLT)(Background art by Jenn Webster)

My dearest friends, we are living in very icy, desperate times right now; The whole world seems to have spun out of control: People hating one another, immigrant children being pulled away from families, a drug epidemic has swept our land, among others. Every time we turn on the news, we have seemed to witness one nightmarish experience after another, and I honestly do not know for certain if things are going to get any worse before they get any better…
There happens to be a war-like atmosphere at the moment, and there are people who are looking for something that would help pull them through these dark times, as well as to help see through them. My friends, I have VERY good news for you: There IS something that would help you through those dark times, and that certain something just happens to be a certain Someone, and that certain someone happens to be the One who was sent by our Lord God to save all of us, the One who took our place on the cross as punishment for our sins, and the One who will always help you through the good and bad times in your life, for now and for always. That Someone is Jesus Christ, God’s only Son. With Jesus, He can help you through the tough, spiritual battles in your life, and He shall very well be with you in your life forever if you would only just give your very own heart to Him by admitting that you have sinned, and that you believe that Christ Jesus has died on the cross for you.
In the 6th chapter of Ephesians, verses 10-17(NLT), the apostle Paul explains how those whose hearts are in Jesus Christ should prepare for the battles against spiritual darkness: “…Be strong in the Lord and in His mighty power. Put on all of God’s armor so that you will be able to stand firm against the strategies of the devil. For we are not fighting against flesh-and-blood enemies, but against evil rulers and authorities of the unseen world, against mighty powers in this dark world, and against evil spirits in the heavenly places. Therefore, put on every piece of God’s armor so you will be able to resist the enemy in the time of evil. Then after the battle you will still be standing firm. Stand your ground, putting on the belt of truth and the body armor of God’s righteousness. For shoes, put on the peace that comes from the Good News so that you will be fully prepared. In addition to all of these, hold up the shield of faith to stop the fiery arrows of the devil. Put on salvation as your helmet, and take the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God.” 

As Christians, we need the strength of God as we put on every piece of His armor to withstand the attacks of Satan, who is of this world; But what about you, you who are reading this right now? Attacks from Satan lie in every corner of your life, and once Satan battles for your soul, would you be ready to fight back with the right armor? My friend, the right armor, the ONLY right armor that you should need right now is the armor of our Lord God, and that whole body of yours needs to be armed, armed with the armor of God, to be able to fight in the strength of the church, and the power of the strength of the church comes from the Holy Spirit. The spiritual armor comes from the salvation that has been won for you by our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, Who was sent by our Heavenly Father to save us by allowing Himself to be whipped, beaten, forced to carry, and then had been nailed to, suffering, bleeding, and then dying on the cross at a place called Calvary…
Then, three days later, Christ Jesus was raised from the dead by God, defeating death as He went out of that cold, dark tomb, so that each of us could very well have eternal life. Folks, if you do not know who Jesus Christ really is and would like to know a whole lot more about Him so that you could put on that spiritual armor to fight the despicable attacks of the devil, Satan, then let me offer you my invitation to you to get to know Jesus Christ by admitting that you have sinned, and by inviting Him into your heart.
“For everyone has sinned; we all fall short of God’s glorious standard. Yet God, in His grace, freely makes us right in His sight. He did this through Christ Jesus when He freed us from the penalty for our sins. For God presented Jesus as the sacrifice for sin. People are made right with God when they believe that Jesus sacrificed His life, shedding His blood…He makes sinners right in His sight when they believe in Jesus.” (Romans 3:23-26b, NLT) 

And so, are you ready to fight the evil temptations to sin that’s being brought on by the devil by putting on all of God’s armor by giving your heart to Jesus Christ right now? Then I ask that you please pray this prayer with me: “Oh, Heavenly Father, I admit that I am a sinner. I believe that Your Son, Jesus Christ, died on the cross for my sins, and that You have raised Him from the dead on the third day, defeating death so that I could have life eternal. I ask now that You please allow Your Son to come into my heart, and to let me follow Him always as my personal Savior. Thank You so very much for sending Your Son to pay as a ransom for me His very life. In His most Holy & blessed name. Amen.”
If you have just prayed this prayer with me, then I would like to welcome you into the Family of God! Now, the very next thing that you need to do now that you have given your very own heart to Jesus would be to read the Holy Bible, God’s most blessed Word, each and every day, and I would very much like to have you go to a good, Christian church each and every Sunday, so that you could praise, worship, and thank our Lord God for sending His Son to sacrifice Himself to save you. I very much hope as well as pray that you make the most ultimate decision of your life by turning your heart to Jesus today, for always. I would like to thank you so very much for taking time out today to read this blessed message. Until the very next time, Lord willing, may the Lord God bless you ever so richly. 

Glory be to the Father, to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit, as it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end. Amen. 


From Psalms 6, 7(NLT)

(Zentangle(R)-inspired illustration by Jenn Webster)

O LORD, don’t rebuke me in Your anger or discipline me in Your rage. Have compassion on me, LORD, for I am weak. Heal me, LORD, for my bones are in agony. I am sick at heart. How long, O LORD, until You restore me? Return, O LORD, and rescue me. Save me because of Your unfailing love. For the dead do not remember You. Who can praise You from the grave?

I am worn out from sobbing. All night I flood my bed with weeping, drenching it with my tears. My vision is blurred by grief; my eyes are worn out because of all my enemies. God away, all you who do evil, for the LORD has heard my weeping. The LORD will answer my prayer. May all my enemies be disgraced and terrified. May they suddenly turn back in shame…

I come to You for protection, O LORD my God. Save me from my persecutors-rescue me! If You don’t, they will maul me like a lion, tearing me to pieces with no one to rescue me. O LORD my God, if I have done wrong or am guilty of injustice, if I have betrayed a friend or plundered my enemy without cause, then let my enemies capture me. Let them trample me into the ground and drag my honor in the dust.

Arise, O LORD, in anger! Stand up against the fury of my enemies! Wake up, my God, and bring justice! Gather the nations before You. Rule over them on high. The LORD judges the nations. Declare me righteous, O LORD, for I am innocent, O Most High! End the evil of those who are wicked, and defend the righteous. For You look deep within the mind and heart, O righteous God.

God is my shield, saving those whose hearts are true and right. God is an honest judge. He is angry with the wicked every day. If a person does not repent, God will sharpen His sword; He will bend and string His bow. He will prepare His deadly weapons and shoot His flaming arrows. The wicked conceive evil; they are pregnant with trouble and give birth to lies. They dig a deep pit to trap others, then fall into it themselves. The trouble they make for others backfires on them. The violence they plan falls on their own heads. I will thank the LORD because He is just; I will sing praise to the name of the LORD Most High.



Well, here it is, the month of August; and that month surely means something, and that something is that summer is on its very last legs for another year. So with that, I began to look back at what I have achieved throughout the entire summer…
Of course, there was this reading challenge that I have done with Goodreads, and I think that I have done a pretty good job focusing on my reading skills…Next, I began my summer writing goals, starting out by having created the very first story serial musical, “So Long, Guys”; I had even joined an online writing community called the Writer’s Cafe… Speaking of which, here is a nice little plug: Beginning this Monday, August 13th, KALEIDOSCOPE shall present its very special series featuring the winners of a contest that I had set up at that online writing community a little while back, and it is entitled Homemade Stories; I very much hope that you folks would not miss out on any of the fun come Monday, August 13th, but in the meantime, if you would like to learn more about the Writer’s Cafe, may I very well suggest that you please go to
Meanwhile, getting back to what I have done this past summer…Before I had begun this special series in which I think that you would enjoy on Monday, I had also begun working previously on another special series that focused on the legends of Chicago television that have made the Windy City exactly what it is, a great city for great media. It has taken yours truly a lot of time, effort, and of course a lot of research, but the end result has turned out to be something of a true winner, especially my profile on Rich “Svengoolie” Koz, which, as of this writing, had just gotten a little over 30 views! Now, if that is not an achievement, what is? 

My next writing goal had also featured my own art accompanying it; And yes, it is another of my attempts (not really) to try and get my weirdo cousins to stop watching that wonky program from English about a British nutso who make-believes he’s some kind of alien from some sort of goofy planet that ain’t Mars or Venus or Jupiter or something…
Now, as I have stressed in previous blog posts before, I have absolutely nothing against that wacky show from British (and once again, as in a previous post, I WILL NOT MENTION HIS, OR NOW HER, NAME!!!); It is just that I am not at all interested in that silly show, and I thought I would make jokes about it just as a way of saying that I am not interested in Docky-Wocky-Weirdo; I am also scratching my head as to why people here in the good ‘ol U.S. of A. would get ever so excited over a television import or something…If only those people would get excited over a Spanish Lawrence Welk or even a Japanese Art Linkletter, then everything would be alright. (Just between you folks and me, I would have bet $25 to have my first cousin, or even my cousins for that matter, meet at least some stinkin’ stars of that wacky, goofy, sci-fi show that ain’t American; Just saying…)
Anyhoo, the post that I had done happens to be a parody of that “Pestroy” DDT advertising film which features animation that bookends a short piece about how that DDT-in-a-can is used, and yes, it had been made to suppose to get rid of pests. If you would like to see this parody for yourself, which features cartoon artwork by yours truly, then you can check it out right here

Speaking of illustrations…About 10 years ago when I was living in Philadelphia, I had drawn a cartoon which happens to be a retelling of Hans Christian Andersen’s The Little Mermaid; Now, before I get into the details, I would like to share this with you, the blogging audience: I practice drawing cartoons almost every day, just so that one day I would use my skills to display my talents to everyone. In the past 5-1/2 years since I have started my blog, I have surely done my job-Sharing my cartooning, my writing, and my other artwork with each of you.
And now, 9 years later, I finally got to share my cartoon artwork with the whole, wide world, in eBook form: I have put those illustrations to accompany my own writing to put together this all-new Amazon Kindle Edition eBook that I have just published this week, The Sea Centaur; Although the main character in my version of the fairy tale has been changed into a half-human/half-seahorse, the original story itself, penned by Andersen, remains the same, almost. I have waited all of that time for me to share something as special as this, and now that wait is finally over, and if time allows, I would hopefully plan on sharing more of my writing and art talents with you. If you would like to purchase your very own digital copy of The Sea Centaur, written and illustrated by yours truly, either for your Kindle or your smartphone and tablet device that has got a Kindle app, then please go to this link right here
Well, something tells me that the sun is about to set on what I think happens to be the best summer ever for me, writing, reading, and art-wise; But before I am about to close the book on my most creative summer ever and then plan ahead for some fun fall frolics, I have just one last goal to achieve, and that would be presenting my very special series, Homemade Stories, so get ready on Monday, August 13th as KALEIDOSCOPE presents a most spectacular showcase of towering writing talent! Don’t you dare miss it!