My Star Wars Story

Hello there, ladies and gentlemen and potential space aliens. Today I wanted to do something a little bit different. It’s something I’ve wanted to do for a while, and with today (the 4th of May) being Star Wars day, I thought now would be as good a time as any to do it. I’m about to share with you my Star Wars Story. No, not my pitch for a spinoff movie for the franchise, but just my experience(s) with “Star Wars”. Where it began, where it went, and where it is. So let’s just jump into it.

For the cave dwellers who just found out about the outside world, “Star Wars” is a franchise started in 1977 by American director George Lucas with it’s first installment… “Star Wars” (I refuse to call it “A New Hope”). The movie was a smash hit, making all the money, and becoming one of if not the biggest franchise in all of history with sequels, prequels, spinoffs, novels, video games, toys, tabletop games, sex toys (yes really), and so much more. “Star Wars” has pretty much taken over the cultural world, and it’s influence can be felt throughout most media. With that out of the way, time for the bit I originally promised.

The year was 2003. Or 2004, I am a bit unsure on the exact year. But I was six years old. I went to the store with my dad to get some groceries. When we were getting close to the register I had a look at the magazine shelves, which of course both had magazines and a few comic books. I noticed a “Donald Duck” comic there with a weird and interesting cover, and with some odd toy following along with it. I (like the greedy little shit I was) asked dad if we could buy the comic, and he said yes. So it came along with us, and when we got home I asked what this weird stuff with the cover and the toy was. He explained that it was “Star Wars”, and the toy was a small, plastic lightsaber. I, not having seen “Star Wars”, asked what “Star Wars” was. He said it was a movie, and then he went to a shelf and picked up a VHS tape. That tape of course being “Star Wars” (recorded from a TV airing). He sat my butt down, put the movie in the VHS player, and I say for two hours and was in awe of everything I saw. I was engrossed by the music, the characters, the visuals, the visual effects… it was absolutely amazing. It was like having an epiphany. Then of course “Star Wars” became a big thing for me. Luckily for me, we had “Empire Strikes Back”, “Return of the Jedi”, and “The Phantom Menace” (shut up, I was a kid) recorded as well, so I had more movies to watch afterwards.

Few years later, and thanks to the TV and also my friend, I got to see “Attack of the Clones” and “Revenge of the Sith” as well (shut up, I was a kid). “Star Wars” was a huge part of my life. I watched all the movies that I could and I played several of the video games. This was more than just some silly sci-fi franchise to me… it was a huge fucking part of my life. As I got slightly older I began seeing the ups and downs of certain parts of the franchise. Most notably was when my friend showed me the animated “The Clone Wars” movie at his place once. I could tell that it wasn’t great. But I also didn’t care fully, because I was simply in love with this franchise.

Another few years go by and I am in high school (around 17 years old). Something has happened. While I haven’t fallen out of love with “Star Wars”, I just haven’t had the same kind of obsessions about it as when I was younger. Admittedly I also didn’t exactly watch the movies much around that age, making my love fade a bit into the background. It’s more or less just gathering dust at this point. Then November 2014 comes around and we get our first trailer for “Star Wars: The Force Awakens”. Now, regardless of your opinion of that movie, you can’t deny that the hype was massive when it was first officially unleashed upon the world with that trailer.

This was big. The first new “Star Wars” movie in nearly ten years (“Clone Wars” doesn’t count). And that’s when something in my head kinda clicked. This franchise that I had grown up with was coming back. A new movie to look froward to… something that I almost never had the privilege of as a kid. It was such a huge thing. My love started reigniting. But there was still something missing…

Skip ahead to late 2015, and “Force Awakens” is finally coming out. I watch it opening night with several friends. That’s when it truly clicked into place for me. The first was the lighter being used. But this was the lighter igniting the candle. It was a great experience. And of course it was made clear that we were getting even more movies in the series. We got the franchise back (and helped it in making all the money), and we were gonna get more movies. It was quite an exciting time to be a fan of this franchise.

So now we go into the present. What are my current thoughts on it all? I still love “Star Wars”. Are we getting close to over-saturation in terms of movies? Maybe a little, but I still look forward to seeing what this franchise will give us. New movies, new games (admittedly from the wrong publisher), new novels, new comics, new shows… so much “Star Wars”. It’s even more stuff for us older fans, and some new, introductory stuff for newer fans who came in through “Force Awakens” and such. It’s really the perfect time to be a “Star Wars” fan. You got your old stuff, and you’re getting some new stuff.

Speaking of “Star Wars”, here’s a link to an episode from last year of the We Have a Hulk podcast (friends of mine) where I, together with some other cool people, take a “Star Wars” quiz. You get to here arguing, voices, noises, and just a bunch of people having fun. I had a lot of fun doing it.

And that’s about it. I really just wanted to give you my story on how I got acquainted with this amazing franchise, as well as just gush about “Star Wars” in general. So yeah… May the fourth be with you.

Short Story: Sudden Impact

James drove home from work in his Volvo V70 along the beautiful country road. The sides of the road were lined with red tulips. It was warm outside, it was probably at least 25 degrees celsius. The CD-player in the car played Willie Nelson’s “On The Road Again”, that was James’ favorite song. He came upon the bridge that ran over a glittering stream of fresh water. The sound of the car rolling over the boards of the bridge was one of his favorite sounds, it relaxed him. The tulips that ran along the road gave off a sweet smell that made him think of his wife, Jane. They were happily married, had been for three years. It was only a short time until he would come home and see her again. Her face always left James with a smile whenever he came home from work. The rows of tulips ended and he came up on the small road that led up to the small town he lived in. When he got into the town he started cruising along the streets and waved at all the people he knew and saw walking on the sidewalks. When he cruised through the town he felt the many smells of the different stores. Grilled meat, pastries, flowers…so many nice smells. He pulled over, turned off the ignition and got out of the car. He decided to go buy some flowers for his wife. Why? Because he felt like it, that’s why. He walked into the florist shop.

“How much for a dozen roses?”
“A dozen? Something special happening today, James?”
“Nah, just feeling like giving my wife a nice present”
“Oh. Gotcha! Can you wait here a minute while I go get them for you?”
“Sure, no probs”

The florist walked into the back of the shop. She was an old friend of James. They were in the same class for many years. It took circa 5 minutes before she came back with a bouquet of red beautiful roses. 

“There ya go!”
“Thanks! Sooooo…how much?”
“25 bucks, pal”
“25? That’s pretty cheap”
“Feeling kind today”
“Ha. Thanks, Kate!”

He paid the 25 dollars for the roses, waved goodbye and walked out. He put the roses carefully in the passenger seat, sat in the driver’s seat, started the car and drove off. He got home 5 minutes later. He lived in a yellow house with two floors and a porch. He walked in. 

*No response*
*No response*
*Still no response*

He walked in to the dining room, took the dead flowers in the vase and threw them away, filled with some fresh water and put the new ones in there. He sat down at the table and picked up the newspaper that just were there on the table. He started reading it. 
After a while he got to the comics section, his favorite part about the paper. 


He dropped down with his face in the paper with a hole through his head. Behind him was the kitchen. And in there was Jane…with a 9mm 1911 Colt pistol. James’ blood ran slowly all over the table. The look in Jane’s eyes was cold…and empty. 


She dropped on the floor with a big gaping hole on the bottom of her head. The ceiling was painted red with her blood, it was originally white. The wall was painted red with James’ blood, it was originally baby blue. The married couple had fallen. Not by disease, not by natural causes…but by the hands of one of them. The riddle will never be answered to why she did it, we can only guess. 

What is your theory? Post it as a comment.


(By the way, I made this because I was bored).