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| Violet's Promise. | |
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| Topic Started: Aug 29 2008, 07:19 PM (49 Views) | |
| Vaporeon | Aug 29 2008, 07:19 PM Post #1 |
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Chapter one --- On April 26th, 2001, my brother, Bill, was driving to a small store, just off broadway, to pick up some things for the occasion. The Occasion was the name we had given it, it was a family reunion in which we gathered and ate, watched TV, got drunk, and woke up with hangovers the next day at 3 PM. That wasn't gonna happen that night. Bill was only a novice driver, and was very cautious about the limit. Unlike most people at age nineteen. He would normally go about ten below, just to be sure. If only he had done so that night. Bill was in a rush to get back, so he went just a little beyond the speed limit and accidentally ran a red light when some maniac turned off of the street we live on and rammed his car, driving it into an Oak in a small Park-Like area perpendicular to the street. His funeral wasn't that bad, it the was the viewing we all dreaded. We all knew we were gonna have to get through the Viewing if we were to stand a chance getting through the funeral, and most of us made it. Cousin George wasn't so lucky, he broke down and went into hysterics just after he entered the morgue. In a way, the crying felt good to me, like taking an anti-stress reliver. And the crying was short. I knew he was at peace and that he probably didn't want me crying my ass off over that. Y'know, I don't understand why people always cry for the lost lives, the people are at peace, yet, the loved ones want them back. And when put that way, it sounds as it is, completely selfish. I've still been unable to enter his room, four years after his death, but this day I would. I built the courage over the past four years, and woke up, thinking that I was completely ready. I got up from a dreamless sleep, a surprise, since I've been being haunted in my dreams ever since Bill's death. I took a cold shower whilst waiting for the water on the kettle to boil so I could get the second start of the day, coffee. A cold shower and coffee, best combination you could think of to get your start for the day. Even if you had a home job, a well paying one, and you could slack off however you wanted. I'm a writer, not exactly Steven King, but I write a few good novels, two bestsellers, I've also made the top Fifteen in New York's bestselling Authors list. Number twelve, actually. I decided to work on my newest novel for a few hours, it was called "Ghost of Kindred Mach". I walked to the den, dreading the fact that it was The closest room in the apartment to Bill's room. I sat down at the Type Writer, a primitive item, but it witheld a certain charm that attracted me to it more than computers, and began working. "What was that all about?" Exclaimed Tommy. "You just got hit by the ghost of Kindred Mach, I told you to beware, what did you think? I was joking?" Foreasha seemed pissed off. And that didn't very well add to the features of her old face, which couldn't seem to get much worse. And that was as far as I got. The urge to get things over and done with was just too strong. I made my way to the entrance to Bill's room, quite slowly, may I add, and put my hand on the doorknob. All of sudden a rush of emotions flooded over me, sadness, grief, regret, and anger. I couldn't actually think of a reason to explain the uncontrollable anger that rushed over me. All of a sudden I wanted to kick the door off of the hinges. But I kept on, I took my first step into the room, and, of course, the rush of emotions came at me, even stronger than before. Bt I fought it off, I needed to do this, I had need to do this for four years and I hadn't. It was time to face the music. I took a few steps further, taking that rush each time, and soon, I was standing in the middle of the room. And I knew he was there. Bill was there, he had been for four years, and I hadn't realized it, but yet, here he was. I couldn't see him, but I felt him. I felt somebody else too. And in that moment, I was sure it was that person causing every negative emotion that I had witnessed since I entered the room. I whispered "Get out" and though it was more of a whisper to myself than who or whatever was in the room, I still sensed both presences dissapear all too suddenly out of the room. I quickly realized that I had been holding my breath and blew out and sucked in until I had enough breath back to continue my search among the room. I also noted that the room had grown considerably warmer. I took an experimental step. No rush of emotion, nothing. I walked over the Bill's bed and sat on it, looking at the small dresser that he placed his books on before sleep came, there was a Steven King novel there, called "The Dark Half". Leave it up to Bill to die in the middle of a good book. I thought, trying to lighten the mood, but that, in fact, only made it worse. I felt along my surroundings with my hand, off of the dresser and on to the bed. I suddenly stop at the center of his right pillow. There was a square shape sticking from it. I felt the shape. A box. I thought. I check under the pillow, and it wasn't there. I put my hand inside the pillow case afelt around, searching for the box. My and finally caught the cold, metallic feel of tin. I wrapped my hand around it and brought it out. It was about the size of the top of a fedora, Silver, with no decoration but a Spade. I looked at it for what seemed like hours, trying to figure out what it was, I knew there were spades on playing cards, but as far as I knew, Bill didn't know the meaning of the word "Ante" letalone had a set of cards. The Box seem too big for that, anyway. I finally opened it, the curiousity driving me mad. And there were cards. I quickly found out why the box was it's size. It was filled with a pile of poker chips. It took my mind a moment to register what they were. And then another thought came to me. Why didn't I notice Bill bringing home extra or less money? The only answer I could draw was that he had extra money for poker. But where would he hide it? I pushed the thought out of my mind, dismissing it as crazy. I looked towards Bill's favorite chair, and it may have been the smartest thing I had ever done, because it was flying straight at me. I must have been really deep into thought because I didn't notice the presence of the stranger had returned, and it didn't exactly like me being there. Just as the chair was about to hit me, I felt Bill's presence in front of me. The chair started shaking, as if being struggled with, and then it flung itself over, to my right, the I felt the strangers presence leave the room, and for a moment, I could swear I seen Bill smiling at me through the corner of my eye. |
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| Enialis | Sep 19 2008, 08:47 PM Post #2 |
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Vampire is what I am
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from what I read, really good. You have a nice plot going and I am actually waiting for Chapter 2. Get to work, we have some stuff to discuss!!! LOL. :ninja: |
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| Doctor who | Sep 26 2008, 07:35 PM Post #3 |
Time Over Laps (ooh had this for a while)
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Its a computer and I see this on it... how perfect, A teleport pokemon  | |
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| Vaporeon | Oct 17 2008, 11:24 PM Post #4 |
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Deepest apologies, I haven't worked on this in a long time, but I think I'm gonna do some work on chapter two... right after a goodnight's sleep. |
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