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The Bigger They Get…

I was a world class magician. Night after night, I performed sold out shows in Las Vegas. The girls, money, and recognition came easily. People claimed I was a prodigy, that great performers like me only came once every generation. And it was true. I had my time in the spotlight. But my career ended abruptly after 12 years. That’s when “Maxx Magic” came on the scene.

He was a nobody for the longest time. Just finishing up high school while I was making six figures a month. But he was young, and by the time he started performing I was old news. I never blamed him, nobody wants to see the same trick twice. But I sure as hell resented him.

That’s why I used the last of my savings to buy a ticket to every show on his nationwide tour. I just sat back and observed the first couple shows. And genuinely enjoyed this kid’s magic routine. But he ruined my career, so I also took notes on his most dangerous stunts. The ones with fire and sharpened blades.

I settled on a trick he called “Ticking Inferno”. From what I gathered, it was a simple misdirect. Maxx stepped into a glass room, and while it filled with propane gas his assistant locked the only door. Or so it would seem- Maxx dropped down a trapdoor right as the glass box filled with flames. Predictable, but admittedly well executed.

At the show in Sacramento I made my move. I got there a few hours early and slipped past security. Once my preparations were complete, I blended with the audience filing in. I nearly fought a middle aged woman for my seat. After all, I deserved a good view.

The show proceeded identically to the past few I’d seen. My eyelids drooped, I was beginning to fall asleep. Nobody wants to see the same trick twice. But I perked up when Maxx’s assistant rolled out the glass room. I relished the gasps of the crowd as the oversized padlock clicked into place. He fumbled around for a second, acting helpless. It was all an act.

Then it happened. All the confidence drained from his smug face as he stomped on the trapdoor. It refused to budge. I had crammed crates underneath. He pounded his fists desperately against the glass. Stage techs rushed to his aid with the key. They tried shoving it in but to no avail. Glue in the locks. Maxx Magic let out one last blood curdling scream. Then the fire engulfed him. His writhing silhouette pressing up against the glass walls.

While the spectators wailed in terror, I left my seat. No doubt they would check the CCTV footage from before the show. And I needed to get a head start on running.

Side note: I actually won a competition on the ‘Mcscribes & Mcscribblers’ Discord server with this story! The prompt was “The bigger they get the harder they fall”. It’s the first writing competition I have ever entered! I’m 1 for 1 guys! 🙂

-Stay frosty

El Paso

I used to listen to a lot of western-ballad songs when I was growing up. This a modern interpretation of one of my favorites, a song called El Paso by Marty Robbins.

If you haven’t heard it give it a listen- It’s a beauty.

Out in the West Texas town of El Paso…

I fell in love with a Mexican girl.

Nighttime would find me in Skeeter’s Cantina,

The jukebox would play and Rosita would twirl.


Blue like the skies were the eyes of Rosita,

I found myself lost as they casted their spell.

My love was strong for this Mexican maiden,

I was in love but in vain I could tell.


One night a suited young man busted in, flashing a bright shiny badge…

Running with libation, he yelled “Immigration”,

And tackled Rosita, the girl that I loved.


So in anger I challenged his right to arrest the young maiden;

Down went his hand for the gun that he wore.

My challenge was answered, in less than a heartbeat

The ICE agent lay dead on the floor.


Just for a moment I stood there in silence,

Rosita cried at the deed I had done.

Many thoughts ran through my mind as I stood there;

As Rosita screamed I decided to run.


Out through the backdoor of Skeeter’s I ran, then drove away in the dark…

Maybe tomorrow a bullet will find me,

Tonight nothing’s worse than this pain in my heart.