Speech Is Silver - Julia's Tragic Trial

[Julia]

More from the tragedy:

Nothing has changed:

The landscape is still covered by a thick fog.
(picture 212)

And the executioner's gun (picture 213)

... still motivates me to follow her commands
and to dig.

One of the local inhabitants seems to observe the scene.
(picture 214)

And when he or she looks to the executioner ... I believe to see something like a grin in the face of the little frog.

Am I already losing my mind?

Most probably the stress has just left too much traces in my suffering mind.

In this moment an ear-splitting noise is hearable,
an exremely loud croaking of frogs,
even of a whole bunch of them.

My exhausted and nervous mind gets a strange hallucination.
(picture 215)

In any case this noise his will give our nerves the rest.

And indeed ... the executioner's nerves are soon almost totally ruined,
with the result that she heavily threatens me,
as usual not in a very respectful way.
(picture 216)

And I, forced to follow her command in this critical situation,
immediately intensify my effort to dig faster.

In this menacing seconds a further childhood memory is running through my mind,
again a memory of my aunt and what she had said
(picture 217)

... in this happy time which is so far away,
but also so incredibly near,

... especially now,
in this moment (picture 218)

... when my digging hand in the ground
feels a contact with an almost forgotten something ...

...
to be continued
...

 

[Barbaria1]

More from the tragedy:

Nothing has changed:

The landscape is still covered by a thick fog.
(picture 212)

And the executioner's gun (picture 213)

... still motivates me to follow her commands
and to dig.

One of the local inhabitants seems to observe the scene.
(picture 214)

And when he or she looks to the executioner ... I believe to see something like a grin in the face of the little frog.

Am I already losing my mind?

Most probably the stress has just left too much traces in my suffering mind.

In this moment an ear-splitting noise is hearable,
an exremely loud croaking of frogs,
even of a whole bunch of them.

My exhausted and nervous mind gets a strange hallucination.
(picture 215)

In any case this noise his will give our nerves the rest.

And indeed ... the executioner's nerves are soon almost totally ruined,
with the result that she heavily threatens me,
as usual not in a very respectful way.
(picture 216)

And I, forced to follow her command in this critical situation,
immediately intensify my effort to dig faster.

In this menacing seconds a further childhood memory is running through my mind,
again a memory of my aunt and what she had said
(picture 217)

... in this happy time which is so far away,
but also so incredibly near,

... especially now,
in this moment (picture 218)

... when my digging hand in the ground feels a contact with an almost forgotten something ...

...
to be continued
...

Can you imagine having to dig your own muddy grave with your fingers.....oh the hopeless degradation of it all!!!

 

[RacingRodent]

Ah but once again Rodent hopes are raised...I do hope it is something useful that Julia is about to draw forth...or failing that at least a dry pack of cigarettes

 

[thehangingtree]

Julia I do enjoy you description of your peril...

Tree

 

[Julia]

Can you imagine having to dig your own muddy grave with your fingers.....oh the hopeless degradation of it all!!!

You're absolutely right,
this horrible thought is really the crown of degradation and humiliation !

Ah but once again Rodent hopes are raised...I do hope it is something useful that Julia is about to draw forth...or failing that at least a dry pack of cigarettes

Oh yes, hope is something wonderful.
And thanks for your good wishes !!!

Somewhere in the past I had read something of a bunch of people who had lost every hope but not their bravery.
At that time I did not understand the logic.

And now I also don't understand anything of anything ...

But I know what a dry cigarette is !

And from this reason I will keep fighting
until the last drop of blood !!!
... ... ... ... ...


And now more from the drama:

With my hand still in the ground
I pretend further attempts to dig.

I should be realistic:
Although I feel much better than before
I must still keep one thing in mind: the executioner's gun.

The hidden thing between my fingers gives me a good feeling,
but a gun is a gun.

So ... what I need is a little advantage, maybe of a few seconds,
in the optimal case in form of a short nodding off
of the executioner.

The extreme loud croaking of the frogs was very helpful
to ruin my enemy's nerves.
But now it keeps her awake.

One of the frogs seems to look at me.
Perhaps it's just a further hallucination, but he almost seems to smile.
(picture 219)

I don't know what exactly happens in the following seconds.

I think to have something in front of my eyes,
but in fact I'm probably just hallucinating again.
(picture 220)

In any case my hallucination is followed by a marvelous silence.

And now, for the first time, I understand the deeper sense of the words "Silence is golden" ...

No croaking anymore.

Just the pure harmony of a wonderful landscape.
(picture 221)

The only thing which could disturb this harmony
is my own appearance,
is me
who is still kneeling in the mud,
is especially the expression in my face,
expressing nothing else than pure hate.
(picture 222)

Oh heavenly silence!

The last days were really stressful,
not only for me but also for the executioner,
not to mention the ruin of her nerves, as a result of the frogs' concert.

But now she feels nothing else than peaceful silence.
And immediately a short nodding off follows.

Still on my knees,
my hand firmly around the handle of a long-term missing tool ...

... I can see her sleeping face:

The sleeping executioner smiles,
smiles the smile of an angel,
appearing like painted by Maestro Botticelli ...

whereas I look like a nasty creature from a disgusting horror movie.

Maybe the executioner is dreaming of her golden future.
In any case she's smiling the smile of a happy human.
(picture 223)

A second later I'm on my legs ...

...
to be continued (tomorrow)
...

 

[RacingRodent]

Not to make the suspense too overwhelming but has anyone else noticed that Julia is on the brink of scoring 1000 posts on forum?

 

[Barbaria1]

You're absolutely right,
this horrible thought is really the crown of degradation and humiliation !


Oh yes, hope is something wonderful.
And thanks for your good wishes !!!

Somewhere in the past I had read something of a bunch of people who had lost every hope but not their bravery.
At that time I did not understand the logic.

And now I also don't understand anything of anything ...

But I know what a dry cigarette is !

And from this reason I will keep fighting
until the last drop of blood !!!
... ... ... ... ...


And now more from the drama:

With my hand still in the ground
I pretend further attempts to dig.

I should be realistic:
Although I feel much better than before
I must still keep one thing in mind: the executioner's gun.

The hidden thing between my fingers gives me a good feeling,
but a gun is a gun.

So ... what I need is a little advantage, maybe of a few seconds,
in the optimal case in form of a short nodding off
of the executioner.

The extreme loud croaking of the frogs was very helpful
to ruin my enemy's nerves.
But now it keeps her awake.

One of the frogs seems to look at me.
Perhaps it's just a further hallucination, but he almost seems to smile.
(picture 219)

I don't know what exactly happens in the following seconds.

I think to have something in front of my eyes,
but in fact I'm probably just hallucinating again.
(picture 220)

In any case my hallucination is followed by a marvelous silence.

And now, for the first time, I understand the deeper sense of the words "Silence is golden" ...

No croaking anymore.

Just the pure harmony of a wonderful landscape.
(picture 221)

The only thing which could disturb this harmony
is my own appearance,
is me
who is still kneeling in the mud,
is especially the expression in my face,
expressing nothing else than pure hate.
(picture 222)

Oh heavenly silence!

The last days were really stressful,
not only for me but also for the executioner,
not to mention the ruin of her nerves, as a result of the frogs' concert.

But now she feels nothing else than peaceful silence.
And immediately a short nodding off follows.

Still on my knees,
my hand firmly around the handle of a long-term missing tool ...

... I can see her sleeping face:

The sleeping executioner smiles,
smiles the smile of an angel,
appearing like painted by Maestro Botticelli ...

whereas I look like a nasty creature from a disgusting horror movie.

Maybe the executioner is dreaming of her golden future.
In any case she's smiling the smile of a happy human.
(picture 223)

A second later I'm on my legs ...

...
to be continued (tomorrow)
...

RUN JULIA RUN!!!!!!

 

[admihoek]

Not to make the suspense too overwhelming but has anyone else noticed that Julia is on the brink of scoring 1000 posts on forum?

yep some of her co sisters are already busy

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some younger ones will it do in another way

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or

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[thehangingtree]

Nuns seem popular here...

t

 

[Julia]

No words, just some impressions from the wilderness ...

(pictures 224-229)

...
to be continued
...

 

[Julia]

...

Meanwhile I have really enough of these eternal last walks.
But sometimes they are necessary.

The executioner is probably still under shock.

But now,
perhaps for the first time in her life,
she has to learn the meaning of words like
fear,

panic,

mortal agony,

Zwartepiet.

Well, it's said that life is a life-long process of learning,
but that does not mean that this life is long ...

In any case the executioner pleads desperately for her life
(picture 230) ...

... whereas I follow the logic that
a solid kick is better than eternal lamentations.
(pictures 231-233)

The executioner's fall (picture 234)
is not that severe.

Just the landing in an uncharming part of the bog
will cause several problems for her.
(pictures 235-237)

Life is good!

But can I really let it end in this way ?

Or should I use the opportunity for a little demonstration of my golden heart ?
No, surely not !!!

...
to be continued
...

 

[Julia]

...

Sometimes I think that I'm almost too nice for this cruel world.

Honestly, I had been seriously tempted to sell this goddamned "Cup of honor" on the next market.
But I'm not sure whether this really would bring luck, or rather the opposite.

And of course the executioner needs this thing more than I ...

And so, right now, I have obviously my helpful five minutes.
(picture 238)

I even please her in this unenjoyable moments
(picture 239)

... with a little poem.
(picture 240)

What follows are the last moments and impressions in the life of an executioner
(pictures 241-243)

... until her corpse has finally got a quite decorative postur.
(picture 244)

What a picturesque end ... !


...
to be continued
...

 

[Julia]

The rest can (almost) be told in a few words:

After some musings (picture 245),

... I have left the scenery ...
(picture 246)

...

The presidential credit card is still missing
(picture 247),

whereas the executioner's cup (picture 248),
symbol of her professionel success,
will be brought to the National Cruxificion Museum.

...

And her corpse, after being dug out of the bog,
is buried during a moody funeral ceremony with all the judicial and political high-calibers
(which has been already described in a preview).

Here judge Admi has his fun
(picture 249),

but a certain question (picture 250)
is still not answered,

but this will follow in a few minutes ...

(Any ideas where the card could be ??? )

 

[Julia]

And now ... the secret of the presidential credit card's fate can finally be revealed:

I thought it to be senseful to show some gratitude to a recently won friend.
So I gave him the card.
(picture 251)

Now he and his friends can effort a solid quantum of personal luxury
(picture 252)

... and also a larger house.
(picture 253)

...

But of course I'm aware that not everybody will be enthusiastic.
(picture 254)


...
(almost) The End
...

 

[thehangingtree]

wonderful story ...as for the card did the executioner verify there were none left in your...

t

 

[RacingRodent]

We all know that Julia has hidden depths

 

[admihoek]

And now ... the secret of the presidential credit card's fate can finally be revealed:

I thought it to be senseful to show some gratitude to a recently won friend.
So I gave him the card.
(picture 251)

Now he and his friends can effort a solid quantum of personal luxury
(picture 252)

... and also a larger house.
(picture 253)

...

But of course I'm aware that not everybody will be enthusiastic.
(picture 254)


...
(almost) The End
...

was very afraid to see some squirells

 

[Julia]

wonderful story ...as for the card did the executioner verify there were none left in your...

t

Thanks Dear

And yes, the examination was very accurate.
So no card remained.

However, I have a new job. Solidly paid and not uninteresting ...
(more information in the epilogue below ...)

was very afraid to see some squirells

Don't worry, you will see them in about 9 months


...

Epilogue:

Two months later:

A certain somebody leads tourists through a certain museum ...
(picture 255)


- The End -

A happy Saturday evening to all of my friends!

 

[admihoek]

Thanks Dear

And yes, the examination was very accurate.
So no card remained.

However, I have a new job. Solidly paid and not uninteresting ...
(more information in the epilogue below ...)

Don't worry, you will see them in about 9 months


...

Epilogue:

Two months later:

A certain somebody leads tourists through a certain museum ...
(picture 255)


- The End -

A happy Saturday evening to all of my friends!

not a real happy end

 

[RacingRodent]

not a real happy end

Oh you are so grumpy

Pull up a stein

And celebrate the divine Julia's latest triumph