"To entertain, inspire, frighten, teach, and entice as many readers as possible." - Keith Helinski
Wastin' Away Press features Keith Helinski's writings, ranging from short stories online to movie reviews over the years. Also features an assortment of Keith's interests. If you like what you see, check out Wastin' Away Press's official Facebook.
"The title of this ebook comes from a phrase I would always say at my employer. When people ask me how’s my day going, I sarcastically say LIVIN’ THE DREAM! Sometimes, I would get a bitter reply, ‘…feels more like a nightmare!’"
'…it's more like a nightmare!' touches upon heavy topics and issues people deal with in their every day life, like the temptation of chopping individuals up into little pieces and stuffing the pieces into movie theater seats, or finding out you are the last survivor of the human race after a zombie infestation takes over the planet, or being stuck in line between a TEAM EDWARD fan and a TEAM JACOB fan (now that’s damn scary!)
The eBook is free for two more days. Please check it out, and let me know your thoughts (whether you thought it was the greatest or it sucked) by reviewing via Amazon.
If the winter-blues are keeping you down, don’t chop up your family into little pieces, Delbert Grady-style. Instead, harness the nightmare within and please check out ‘…it’s more like a Nightmare!’…free…for five day! 8-)
We were a foot from each other. I can’t help staring at her beautiful brown eyes. She then looked down, reached a card from her back pocket, and handed it to me with a smile on her face. “Uh oh,” I thought! I took the card from her hand…and read it to myself…I motioned my lips as if I was reading it out loud.
This is the moment where you can kiss me now – Lynn
Before I could respond to her card, she laid one on me. It was…magical. It was …Fourth of July fireworks. It was…Christmas morning. It was…heaven on Earth. It was…simply put, wonderful in every sense of the word.
Norm had a joy killing and dismembering Loomis, Dexter Morgan-style; he also had joy hiding the bits and pieces through out the entire theater. Most of Loomis’s body parts were in the theater seat 148, top row in theater 10. The same one that young girl was, at this very moment, seated in. If only she knew! If only most people knew the bodies they were sitting on through out the entire theater. But they did not, as all the body parts were covered in enough chloroform that the smell of rotted body parts never surfaced. Do not forget the fact that the popcorn smell invades the entire theater.
One of the many benefits Norm had of overseeing EYS Buena’s construction was secretively planning a hidden room upstairs in the booth so he could master his killings.
He did not kill all the time. But when he craved a good slaughter, he would set his sights on an easy target, this time around, creating some bullshit story to get a third-rate ghost hunter to come to the theater.
Around this time of year [February], I really get depressed. It’s the bitter cold weather that gets to me. The cold-walk to the car. De-snowing/frosting the car as you freeze to death (and since the heat slowly comes on, you wait by shivering). The cold-drive to work. The cold-walk from the car to that happy-place you work at. And then, just then – eight hours later, you repeat the process but since it’s nighttime, the cold happens to be a tad bit colder, which makes the process so much more fun. When you add the several inches of snow into the process, or when the plot thickens with ice – the fun-factor increases to that almighty max!
What keeps me going is imagining myself somewhere else where the temperature isn’t below zero. In fact, in my made-up place of palm trees and margaritas, it’s 80 degrees outside with lots of sun to go around. My tan skin feels the warmth in the air. Sure, a slight breeze makes the tense sweat go away for a second or two – but the moisture in the air is humid and HOT, just the way I like it!
I am relaxing with my own tranquility, instead of shivering through the islands of snow. Bob Marley, Jimmy Buffett, and The Beach Boys can be heard from a distance. The carefree attitude resides in me. I sit there in a lounge chair, surrounded by palm trees of all shapes and sizes. I don’t waste time waiting for my car to get warm, or walk fast toward indoors so I don’t have to endure the cold. I am at my comfort zone, where I feel content about life instead of gripping my coat for dear-life. It’s 80 degrees out there…and that’s all that matters.
"I’ve always loved the hot summer days in Michigan, opposed to every day before or after those hot days. But Florida weather is so much different. The sticky hot air melts your skin right off! You suffocate as your nose is plugged up because it’s so f’n hot out! Some like it hot, though. And that would be me! If I could fly to Venus, I would walk on the surface of that planet with just a pair of shorts, flip flops, and a t-shirt."
"I want the James I fell in love with back! The James that asked me to slow dance without even knowing me! The James that constantly gave me blue roses when we first started dating! Remember I would always ask you how you got them, and you would always say, ‘from the Octopus’s Garden!’"
Marcela laughs and sobs harder at the same time.
"I love you, James. I always have and I always will. Please, babe, please give me a sign. Show me you’re there. That you’re listening"
Meanwhile, Anthony is sitting across from Marcela, reading a short story collection called Livin’ the Dream… he bought on Amazon by some unknown author.
I am planning on writing a sequel to this story down the road, with poor-poor Ron stuck in the middle of a midnight premiere of ‘50 Shades of Grey.’ And yes, I will go see it whenever it does come out - just for the entertainment value. :p
…and there it was, the ‘storm of the century.’ The one everyone talked about as ‘Snowpocalypse.’ I was just a little tyke when it happened. But I remember it well enough. The one everyone proclaimed, ‘the end of the world, as we know it.’ Everyone freaked out days prior to the ‘storm.’ It was as if - BOOM – a zombie invasion just exploded or 2012 came a year early. But as it was, February 2nd, 2011 – when Mother Nature decided to give Michigan a surprise of epic proportion. And boy was everyone surprised. But I can’t talk about that day without mentioning the events leading up to that day.
In honor of Mother Nature dumping a crap load of snow on the second day of 2014, ‘Livin’ the Dream..’ is now free on Amazon for FIVE DAYS! So stay in, whip out your Kindles, and start wastin’ away with my uplifting ramblin’!
I have found tranquility in Key West. I love the simplicity of being out in the sun all day without a care in the world: just relaxing. And I love my job! The sea scent gets me every time. The silly tourists get me every time. The Beach Boys in the background gets me every time. And Lynn. My beautiful Lynn. She gets me every time. I am the luckiest guy in the world!
Truth is, I’d rather be wastin’ away here, than anywhere else in the world! When I am acquainted with people and they ask me (like clockwork) how I am doing, I’d always say, “livin’ the dream.” 99.9 percent of the time, they laugh. But I mean it. How many people on this rotating rock can say that with a straight face and mean it? Can you?