Hit the Road, Jack

Hours once melted softly without hardly a notice, but now absence stretched against bare ground. Heavy congestion of reality sunk in, seeping into the imagination, and suspense, mystery, and drama fade to black. Angry red lights scream of cancellation, and prime time catches its last train home. And the stars go out, shadowing the night with no more to see but series after series tailgating one another to the edge, and the remote falls quietly, dead. And hours now drag across the screen, and the mind begs to be set free. But where have all the great television shows gone, and will any remain behind?

"Damn it, we're running out of time." These words gripped us from start to end with terror rising with every moment ticking away, and lives fell against delicate webs of suspense. Enemies hungered to tear us down, break our spirit, and leave behind death and destruction, and they remained one deadly step ahead. But still he pressed on, risking all that he was to save the world, but what life was left behind? And would Jack Bauer ever be left in peace, but violent wars of lust and betrayal rage on. And he is pulled back, denied from a life returned from the brink, and all he has to do is save us one last time. But has all his brutality left him broken, soft, and would hours drag on before the hero rises again? And would his intensity burn through the flames of Burn Notice, or would his fire dwindle in comparison? And would Michael Weston be the one to rescue the great Jack Bauer? But such a man needs no rescue, but time is running out. And 24's final countdown has begun.

Come on, and join the carnival. See the wonders of imagination, but beware the true face of evil. Tread carefully for the ground could give way and pull you down, burying you alive, or you could take to the skies in hope of seeking redemption for all that was done wrong. But once you step inside, the life that you know is left behind, and all that you are will fall into his hands. And slick words spin the wheel of trust, and prizes given are false illusions of generosity but wicked cards of power waiting to come into play. And distant memories echo across the hall of mirrors, and the game is now his. And you are the pawn on his invisible strings, locked behind bars of deception, but would a prison break set you free and bring down the mad man on parade? And would our Heroes return to their saga once the circus leaves town, or have they reached their final chapter, where the world will finally know them, legends born and breathed in the comic books that flutter in the wind?

Delicate precision carves around beauty, removing its flaws, but mistakes cut deep. Scars twist and burn, and time refuses to heal all wounds. Regret remains jagged, and loss refuses to let go. Illusion gives comfort, a serene pool to forever hold you under, but would you surrender to the calm, washing all the pain away? Or would he force you to see what you refuse to accept, and would his decision, his choice save your life? But who would save him? And we say good-bye to McNamara and Troy, who sliced their way through the heart of drama, shivering through passion and terror, and weaving through the wild, plastic scene of stars and dreams, and their legacy remains forever etched in a network that continues to deliver. But still we will feel the absence that Nip Tuck leaves behind.

"Where are we?" The unknown rolls across gentle waves washing upon the shore, finding footprints left behind, but when have they all gone? Whispers slip through wilderness, ghosts of the ones now here, but what fate waits for them? And what of the world? The heart of drama beats fierce, and intensity is the sun burning ground. And time is the water trickling away from journey and falling into destiny, but what of those trapped in-between? Would rescue find them again, or will their footprints forever remain left across an island of danger and intrigue? And will we remain LOST, or would we finally hold the answers to the millions of questions that left us thirsting for more? And where would we go after their stories end but to Flash Forward into another spider web of mystery that would like its predecessor leave us hanging in suspense.

Cold Case, Without A Trace, Law & Order: SVU, Reaper, Jericho, Moonlight, New Amsterdam, Journeyman, Life on Mars, Kyle XY, and Raising The Bar is just the tip of the iceberg of television shows being considered for cancellation or already gone, cut too short or denied from prospering. Absence stretches over the time slots left unfulfilled, and reality digs in. And characters driven and conflicted, heroes on the rise fall away, and inspiration falls with them. Stories unfinished leave us drifting over what could have been, but the screen remains empty, denied of them. And viewers sit back in disgust, voiceless to the power of ratings, but who made them king? And how many more great television shows will be denied from breaking ground and rising to great heights, joining the ranks of unforgotten shows, classics caught late at night?