KEENAN STAFFORD - DROWNING OUT THE WHITE NOISE

Keenan Stafford is a thoughtful and outgoing person. When the role of a leader comes to mind, he will be ready and willing to take up such a task. Mr. Stafford has learned to have an open mind on matters, leaving him ready to understand every end of most arguments. Mr. Stafford has taken time out of his way to learn about the various cultures and ways other people see things around the world to get a better perspective of how people may think. 
In his writing, his desires are to pull the reader into a world the reader has never had an opportunity to observe before. He usually aspires to have people perceive sensations and feelings that are troublesome to comprehend, or he simply wishes to take the reader into a world that most people could only dream to be in. In his recent writing, he has thought about putting in deeper meaning within his writing in hopes that people who read his work, will finish reading his craftsmanship with food for thought.

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Drowning Out the White Noise
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​Alberto Johnson had enough. He never wanted to touch another file again. He wanted nothing to do with any more phone calls from the office and the last person he wanted to hear from was his uptight, irritating, loud-mouthed, boss ever again. Though his life never allowed him to step away from working this job, everyone gets a chance to change things in their life. Today was that day.
The next phone call that Alberto received had an unusual caller. Whoever this caller was, they had a low voice. Just by hearing their voice, Alberto felt like he was being drained.
"Hello there, sir."
"Who is this?"
"I am here to offer you a personal proposition. Your life is becoming duller by the moment. I can tell. I am here to help you."
Alberto sat silently. He seemed willing to listen.
"I am glad that I have your attention, Mr. Johnson. We all suffer horribly dull lives. At the office, there is a 'cheat' that I enjoy using to get by. Arrive at my home at midnight. I anticipate to give you my blessing."
Alberto felt like there was a small bit of him taken away after that call. Though he was thrilled. The thoughts of who he was and why he knew everything melted away. The temptation to escape the agonizing suffering of his life..
Alberto wanted a simple life with a family of his own. He wanted to find a wife, have some children and move on from the job he had at the office. He wanted to become an actor, but it was nothing more than a dream. Daggers were in his throat until money stopped coughing out of his mouth. The job he worked was a horrible chaining that limited his look on life. Joy, Excitement, and Peace, these feelings were as rare as a crazed miner hoping to find a diamond in a coal mine. This may be the chance to finally feel happy again.
Alberto arrived at the house that the man on the phone told him about. The household seemed large but torn apart. The building did not seem stable. Two men in black suits stood at the door, they seemed to be guarding it. Alberto approached the household but was stopped.
"Halt, who are you?"
"I'm Alberto... Alberto Johnson."
One of the men standing next to the door opened up the door while the other one walked in.
"Father Corru has been waiting for you."
Alberto and the other man stepped inside to behind. The man closed the door and locked it, leaving the three men to stand in a dark room. The only light that was present revealed a skinny man in a white suit, sitting on an ebony black throne. He held a burning cigar and a disapproving frown on his face. The smoke had a strong smell in the room, polluting the air.
"Come, Alberto. Before I can give you your blessing, you must hand over all your money."
Alberto was left shocked. He wouldn't hand over his wealth just to receive his blessing.
"What!? No! I won't let you have a penny from me! I won't be sca-"
The old man hit his fist on the arm of his marble ebony throne and a strange purple essence arose into the air. Suddenly, Alberto had a surge of energy and power rush into him. Held the power to do anything. Running across the world and back was a cakewalk. Though in the next second, the buzz that burned within him burned away. All that was left was the pain of desire. His body was screaming for more of whatever Father Corru had.
"You are mine now. You wanted to have your life more thrilling than ever before? You wished to change? You’re pathetic, but now you are mine."
The old man stood up and grabbed Alberto by the throat. Suddenly, he blacked out.
Alberto was hazy when he woke up. Everything felt like it was going in a blur. A fast blur of life that never ended. He saw his mother crying and holding his arms, asking him why. He saw a white room. The last image he saw, was the old man and his men pushing him down.
Water surrounded his body and weights held him down, pulling him into the depths of the pond he was thrown into. His tears were blocked out by the water around him. His life was nearing the end, but in the flash of his life that went by in his eyes, he saw the truth. He saw that the old man, the father of Corru had made him into nothing more than a mindless worker. His family knew that something was wrong, and they wished that they could've stopped him. All they wanted was to have their son bring hope back into the family.