"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.
"OUTSIDER’S VENGEANCE! OUTSIDER’S VENGEANCE! OUTSIDER’S VENGEANCE! OUTSIDER’S VENGEANCE!" the chant of the sold out crowd repeats, over and over and over. The crowd cheers and yells in excitement as they await the encore. I can hear the roaring backstage. I am sitting on a couch in my dressing room, relaxing after two hours of sheer rock ‘n’ roll indulgence. Hearing
has made me realize, for how long I day-dreamed of having that rock ‘n’ roll life, and here I am livin’ it; right here, right now! I can’t say my life is as epic as the greats and legends, however, I now know the extents of selling my soul for rock ‘n’ roll! The journey getting there, though, was on a long and winding road.
Mike Cook, guitar player and band leader for Outsider’s Vengeance, reflects upon his career at a concert. He started out like any other musician, learning to play and attempting to join an already established band, MASTER! MASTER! (a Metallica cover-band). But when things go sour for him in the band, he sets out to form his own band, searching for the right musicians with the same goal in mind; create music away from the norm. From there on, his rock ‘n’ roll life takes flight (though, it’s anything but a smooth ride; as turbulence of life does try to take him and his band off course). Mike and his band experiences what every other band experiences; musical band mates that don’t work out, rivalry from a jealous band in the same local area, and shady record contracts that seem to be too good to be true.
Mike and the Outsider’s Vengeance’s drive to make their own music their own way pushes them to launch their own record company. Their risk takes them farther than any other band, not in wealth but in personal success, as they accomplish a feat only a few bands in the history of music have attempted to do; make different kinds of albums that vary from their previous albums.
Their success does come with a price, as tragedy occurs to one of their own band-mates. Does the band bounce back from the tragedy?
\m/ is a fictitious rock ‘n’ roll fantasy, layered with rich detail and depth, calling out to every person out there that has had a dream of being future rock stars. This story is of one dream.
I went to an Ellie Goulding concert with my wife at the Royal Oak Music Theater (don’t judge, it was actually quite enjoyable) on January 28th, 2013.
Throughout the show, I was fascinated by the fans’ reactions to what they were seeing/hearing, and the band’s reaction to the fans’ reaction (I guess that’s where the word, ‘frission,’ comes in at). What I’ve always enjoyed the most out of concerts: the experience of hearing a loud crowd cheering for a band.
I don’t remember all of the songs that were played during the Goulding concert, but I still remember the ear-piercing sound of the encore, being over-shadowed by the audience’s ‘ELLIE…ELLIE…ELLIE’ chant, and the cheers/applause that soon followed.
It was right then and there, \m/, was born. It took me another two months to map out the story in my head…and yes, I knew where it was going, from beginning to end.
Like Mike Cook, the ‘guitar hero’ whom narrates this beast, I grew up with rock music in my ears. I’ve read my share of rock memoirs, and one thing I enjoyed the most with every single one of them, the added detail to the stories. It is the detail that makes a story more than just a story - it is a history. And that’s exactly what I tried (and hoped) to accomplish, creating a history of a fictitious band that’s believable enough to be mistaken as a real band. I wanted this piece to feel as pure as one of the best rock ‘n’ roll love letters of all time, Almost Famous.
Very happy with the way this project turned out, and excited to see the reactions in the near future. \m/ is currently in the editing stage. Once it is good and ready, I will be unleashing it exclusively on Amazon for the Kindle crowd.
Early 2014, \m/ will see its way onto print via Amazon CreateSpace. My ultimate dream has always been writing a book, and getting it published. Now I am livin’ it! 8-) Don’t have any details just yet of when you can buy it. All I can say for now, it will be in paperback and you will only be able to buy it through Amazon.com. Once it’s out there in the Kindle world, I will be reformatting the story for print. Can’t tell you how excited I am for this!
Anyhow, I have a ‘whole lotta love’ for rock. \m/ is my ode to that passion, my contribution to the rock ‘verse. I hope readers will get into it the same way I got into Almost Famous.
Michael was pissed. But there was not much that he could do at this point. For some oddball strange reason, Michael’s last remaining thought was Alfred Hitchcock’s Psycho.
Michael remembered seeing that movie for the first time when he was thirteen years old. From the shower scene on, he was enticed. The film that started with Janet Leigh’s character ended with Anthony Perkins’s character. Michael read the Robert Bloch book that inspired the Hitchcock classic for a high school book report years ago. He noted that there were not many differences between the book and the film adaptation, aside from Norman Bate’s age.
Michael was getting real lightheaded again. He did not care. He was dying. He knew he was dying. He was actually quite glad of it.
What a world, what a world!
Michael tried to chuckle at his own humor, but could not. In fact, he was quite pissed at himself for getting himself into this situation. He thought he was going to investigate a ghost haunting at EYS Theater in Buena Heights. Instead, he was lying on a table, strapped and leg-less. His eyes were near closed. The obnoxious humming was fading. The light was dimming. The darkness was becoming clearer. But before he could finally let it be, he felt a very sharp pain. He wanted to scream, but he could not.
…blackness was all around Michael.
"Anyway – next time you see an abandon cart in the middle of the aisle while you are shopping – it’s not abandon because people walked out or like some yahoo’s believe, got abducted. They simple poof – teleported to another somewhere."
"Kevin does not really believe in that kind of stuff, but it was a free app and he had that, “what the hell,” attitude. His belief-meter changed one weekend with his friends. Legend had it, a girl got ran over on a busy street across from the school’s soccer field. Every midnight, a faint image of the girl appears walking across the street, and then repeats the road kill imagery. After reading that on Google, Kevin and his friends decided to pile in his car and go out to this school around midnight. They parked in a subdivision neighborhood close-by, and walked to the school. They waited, anxiously wanting to see a ghost of some kind. Kevin sort of mocked the whole thing, and kept on making jokes. His friends warned him not to joke about it. It was evident his friends got into it more than he did. One friend had a tape recorder, and documented the event (but nothing came about the recording other than Kevin’s obnoxious loud voice). By midnight, no faint image of a little girl walked across the street. No graphic road kill. No ghosts appeared at all. The green dots did appear on the radar, but who can take a Ghost Radar on an I-Phone (or IPOD, for that matter) serious when it had various ads for other apps on top of the radar? His friends got into the whole Ghost Hunters and Ghost Adventures thing. He, on the other hand, enjoyed that kind of stuff on an entertainment level, but never once believed in it on a real-life level. He felt the same about UFOs, big-foot, and the loch-ness monster. As they walked back to the car, he sort of mocked the entire ‘event.’ On his Ghost Radar, it also picks up words ghosts might say. Most of the time, it is not coherent. But at that moment when he mocked the ‘little girl,’ the time they wasted at the school, and the whole ghost nonsense, the radar interrupted his mockery and blurted DICK in an HAL 9000 tone. Every one stopped walking, looked at each other with big bug-eyes, and freaked out. Kevin especially got freaked out. He went to bed that night, dreaming of that little girl and the car that ended her life. Ever since then, though he has not been completely coveted into the belief of the supernatural, he has not mocked it either."
"Roger sat on a chair near his tent and jots his current thoughts down in a fancy spiral journal that is in his lap. The front of the journal was lightly tanned, with a glued on picture of the globe (North and South America) as the centerpiece. Inside the journal, there are cardboard dividers within every 18-pages. On the cardboard dividers are various quotes in Spanish. The bonfire blazed light for him to see."
Being one of those hard core, obsessed fans myself, I found this to be light hearted and amusing. I’ve both over heard, as well as been apart of such conversations, and agree with their ridiculousness. Twilight was just a break from day to day life, but for someone that doesn’t feel the same way about it….I can understand how obnoxious it must seem.
Kudos to you for shining a light on how silly it must seem to an outsider. Job well done, I enjoyed it.
"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."