|The Thoughtful Writer (standard:drama, 3419 words)|
|Author: Nathan Goodrich||Added: May 10 2003||Views/Reads: 2166/1303||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|The relatives of George Tibian Maxwell make a living by using his good name to sell books, but what is the truth behind this legendary author's only bestselling book?|
George Tibian Maxwell IV The stage was set. The auditorium was packed with the entire freshmen class. The microphone was in place, stand and all. The teachers were lined against the wall prepared to boot out any trouble makers, and the speaker was not there yet. Mr. Tidwell walked on the stage quietly and rose his hands into the air so as to signal the students for a moment of silence. But of course they took no notice of him. He stood in place with his hands frozen in the air for about fifteen seconds until he finally made the brilliant discovery that none of them were planning on acknowledging his existence on the stage. He then decided that he would have to get a little bit more aggressive if he wanted to get control of the audience. He walked up to the microphone, cleared his throat quietly, took a deep breath, opened his mouth, and was just in the middle of forming a word with his lips when a door in the back was pushed open with extensive force. The door swung around so fast that it smacked into the wall causing a loud crashing noise. Every person sitting in the auditorium was startled by all of the commotion and they simultaneously silenced and turned their heads in unison so as to get a peek at the intruder. A man with a black business suit rushed up the aisle between the chairs laid out on the floor of the gym, and apologized to Mrs. Williams for running so late. “How do ya do, Mrs. Tidwell? I'm very sorry for my arriving late, but as you know, I have a very busy schedule.” He talked in a very hasty manner which showed his eagerness to begin his presentation and also hinted at why he was mistaking Mrs. Williams for Mrs. Tidwell, who was no longer among the living. Mrs. Williams smiled politely, “Oh I'm just fine Mr. Maxwell, but I...” His eyes lit up with such an intensity you would have thought his insides were burning. “Oh please, Mrs. Tidwell. You can call me George.” He smiled strongly, but perhaps it was too strong because it almost seemed like a forced smile. Mrs. Williams' smile faded and a blank look of annoyance filled her face. “Well okay then Mr. Maxwell, but I must inform you that I am not Mrs. Tidwell.” George blushed and giggled to himself. “Oh well now I've embarrassed myself! I'm extremely sorry for my stupid mistake.” He leaned in closer as if he wanted to tell her a secret. “Well then, where might I find Mrs. Tidwell?” At this point the entire audience was staring at George and all attention was focused on what an idiot he was making of himself. Mr. Tidwell had seen enough and walked to the area in front of the small stage where George had been greeting Mrs. Williams. He cleared his throat once again, and this time he was fortunate enough to speak afterwards. “Excuse me Mr. Maxwell, but Mrs. Tidwell is not here.” An expression of anxiety warped George's face. “Oh geez! Well then where the hell is she?” The entire audience found this moment to be a god time to gasp as a whole. “I need to get on with my presentation!” His act of friendliness was clearly over. Mr. Maxwell winced two times then managed to stammer out a full sentence. “We-eeelllll she has been buried for about five years now. I am Mr. Tidwell. I am the one you are speaking of, not my late wife. Oh and Mr. Maxwell, if you wish to get paid for your services today, I will ask you to refrain from using profanity in front of the students!” Sweat began to slowly trickle down his brow. George looked at the ground and he began the act again. “Well sir, I do apologize for my rudeness. I am very sorry for my hasty manner. I was not brought up that way at all. Sometimes I just get a little excited. That's all.” Mr. Maxwell's bald spot glistened from all of the sweat gathering on top of it. “It's alright sir. I'll introduce you right now so you can begin.” And so he did. He introduced him as George Tibian Maxwell IV, Click here to read the rest of this story (273 more lines)
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