A Rush to Judgement #creativewriting #Rush #TheMagicShop #Canadianmusic


This is a very unique piece that I’m sharing with everyone here on my blog.  Most readers may not understand or appreciate the content of the text. Still, it’s a quirky little story that you might get a grin out of. I’m happy with the way it turned out and surprised myself in actually being able to make it coherent. The assignment was this-I challenged myself to write a short fiction piece compromised primarily of song lyrics, album and song titles that were created by the Canadian rock band “RUSH”. Their more than 40 year career as a group have created such amazing imagery, that I felt I could create a somewhat cohesive story from their history. Except for a few creative liberties for the sake of structure, the majority of the story (anything in bold type) is in someway connected to the band. Don’t worry, you don’t need to know a single thing about Rush to understand whats going on.  I wrote it with the intent for anyone to read. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it.

Imagine a place where it all began. Sprawling on the fringes of the city, a place called Lakeside Park. A world of difference, a world so out of touch. It has better people, better food, better beer! However, fools and thieves are well disguised in the marketplace.

In the surrounding woods, there is unrest in the forest. From the trees a figure comes out. Exit, the warrior. He’s packaged like a rebel or a hero. He’s got a problem with his power but, you know he’ll find a cure. He walks towards the village with a mean, mean stride.

The villagers notice him and approach the warrior as he begins to speak out loud.

“I scaled the frozen mountaintops of eastern lands unknown. I’ve seen the middle kingdom between heaven and earth. I’m not missing out on the promise of adventure but, it seems to me I can live my life a lot better than I think I am here in your village”.

The crowd stood silent. A priest from the Temple of Syrinx stepped forward to speak.

“Well,you can stake that claim but, I can’t pretend a stranger is a long-awaited friend. Off on your way, hit the open road!”

All the villagers behind him muttered in agreement, their faces distorted in the flickering light.

The warrior stood there silent. He removed the goggles he was wearing, the ones with red lenses. His face was covered in scars. He looks out over the crowd and senses their every nerve aware. He looks out over the crowd and speaks.

“There is so much poison in power. I ask for no reward for resistance, no assistance, no applause. I know it makes no difference to what you’re going through but, you still have made a choice.”

He then placed a hand over fist and yelled, “PRESTO!”

A silent hush came over the townspeople. then, The blacksmith and the artist cried out from the group in alarm.

“Everyone look! Turn around, turn AROUND, TURN AROUND!”

From off in the distance, a cruel wind came arising. It’s whips the ground into a whirling spindrift. All around the city square powers shimmer in the air”.

“I don’t want to face the killer instinct, face it you or me” angrily the warrior screams out, as invisible airwaves crackling with life around him burn the air.

“the moment is NOW. I can and I will….” the warrior raises his arms in the air “CHOOSE MY PATH THATS CLEAR!”

The skies opened up and the clouds prepare for battle. The sun is turning black. It was then that, it’s understood by every single person who’d be elsewhere if they could.

With glowing red eyes, The warrior looked down on the priest. He screams out at the priest, “I look down into a million homes. I can make time stand still. I can easily make your witch hunt cease. I feel the sense of possibilities here. However, why try, I know why the feeling inside me says IT’S TIME…

“Stop, Hold your fire!!” The priest screams out as he runs towards the warrior.

The warrior lowers his arms and restrains his power. He stands tall and silent, displaying a grace under pressure.

“Perhaps, we were wrong” the priest says nervously. “We may have gotten our signals crossed. I mistook you for someone else, the enemy within the one we call the Necromancer. Clearly you are a far cry from that type of being”

The occasional vapor trail was still coming off the warrior’s skin. His eyes returned to their normal color.

The priest lowered his head in shame. He was mistaken in his accusation. He spoke with great sorrow in his voice. “I am truly sorry. I can’t comprehend how I could be so wrong in deciphering the writings. The words of the profits, are written on the-

The town mayor stepped forward away from the crowd and interrupted the priest.

Jack, relax. How could anybody be enlightened, truth is after all so poorly lit!’

The warrior nodded in agreement and quietly spoke.

“It’s true that love can change us, but the men who hold high places must be the ones who start.”

The mayor stepped up next to the warrior. He then turned to address the crowd.

“Everybody need a mood lifter? Let us dance tonight to a virtual song, for now I am in the mood! Who will join me in celebrating?”

A unanimous show of hands appeared throughout the town. A long caravan of villagers approached the warrior with warm greetings. One of them, an owner of many territories throughout the countryside extended an offer to the warrior.

“New friend, do you need shelter in this Xanadu we call Home? I can be your steady guide and do the best I can in finding you a home”.

The warrior shook his head. “No” he said. “I have family nearby for me to stay with. My uncle has a country place that no one knows about”.

Revelry continues among the villagers, as if they were the last ones left alive. Their laughter infectious. Celebrating like all the world’s a stage. No one had even noticed that the warrior was leaving the town making his exit, stage left.

He walks away this modern-day warrior. He has enlightened the masses and he knows constant change is here to stay.

“Wait!” A voice yelled out to the warrior. It was the villager who offered him shelter earlier.

“I am one of the richest men in town and yet, all of my big money could not buy the power you displayed back there. That’s entertainment! How did you have such power?

Embarrassed by the extreme attention he was getting, the warrior decides to confess some open secrets.

“My wealthy friend, I’m not one to believe in magic. With some available light and a little natural science one like myself can twist perception but, reality won’t budge. I still can’t undo my own saddening dilemma”.

The villager stared at him in disbelief. “YOU have a saddening dilemma, my powerful new friend?? What could it be? cut to the chase, what’s your thing?”

The warrior stopped walking and removed his helmet. He revealed himself to have a head of very dark but sparse, thinning hair. He looked at the villager and sadly said,

“I think…..I’m going bald.”