Writers' Guild: Prompt Story Contest
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So where can Bidoof find tissues when he loses and where is the video camera so I can record it? ;D
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Alright everyone, it's time to announce the winner of the Writers' Guild: Prompt Story Contest!
Thank you BaconBoy and Bidoof for participating!
I am a little disappointed there was only two stories but that makes my job easier. Judged on spelling, grammar, originality, and style (1-5, 5 being the best) both stories were very good. It was a difficult choice to make because I really liked BaconBoys style while I really enjoyed Bidoofs originality but the winner (in a very very close call) is BaconBoy!
Congratulations BaconBoy, please select your prize from the list on the first post and let me know TODAY or TOMORROW. Remember the code has to be used by tomorrow on your Wii or 3DS.
You know what? Bidoof since you were the only other person to join, I'm giving you first place for out of America. Congratulations, enjoy your bells.
I hope that next time we have more participants! Thanks everyone!
Here is part one of BaconBoy's story (have to do it second part on another post because of word limit):
Thank you BaconBoy and Bidoof for participating!
I am a little disappointed there was only two stories but that makes my job easier. Judged on spelling, grammar, originality, and style (1-5, 5 being the best) both stories were very good. It was a difficult choice to make because I really liked BaconBoys style while I really enjoyed Bidoofs originality but the winner (in a very very close call) is BaconBoy!
Congratulations BaconBoy, please select your prize from the list on the first post and let me know TODAY or TOMORROW. Remember the code has to be used by tomorrow on your Wii or 3DS.
You know what? Bidoof since you were the only other person to join, I'm giving you first place for out of America. Congratulations, enjoy your bells.
I hope that next time we have more participants! Thanks everyone!
Here is part one of BaconBoy's story (have to do it second part on another post because of word limit):
[After hearing of the Johnson family?s tragic experience, I had to figure out the truth. Here is what I found.]
[This is my interview with Sam Johnson, 18, the son of Adam and Ann Johnson, God rest her soul.]
?It has been seven years, eleven months, and fourteen days exactly since the incident that took my sanity. We... we had been told many things. Things about what? What what what? The cabin of course! The cabin? Oh the cabin! The cabin and the... the monster? Beast? Man? That lived in inside of it. The thing seemed to live inside of the attic. Oh yes, the attic! It would come down when it sensed smelled tasted its prey. What was its prey? More along the lines of who... or whom. Grammar has always confused me. It must have started in grammar school. The days before the cabin... oh the cabin! You see, the thing I have named Sz?rnyeteg. It means monster in some language... she was Hungarian. Maybe Hungarian? Why is it called Hungary? Is everyone hungry hungry hungry hippos? I used to lose that game. We played it at the cabin... oh the cabin! IfyoulistenedcloselyyoucouldhearSz?rnyetegbreathingespeciallyifyoulivedintheatticlikeIdidohmanitwasscary. I think I spoke a little too fast for your recording machine. Machines machines machines. That?s all we humans seem to live on! The machines help us live. The machines didn?t help us at the cabin... oh the cabin! The monster sounded like a...?
[Sam broke out into a sort of lion/banshee/machine hybrid noise. He heaved and then let out a growl, proceeded by a disturbing shrill, which was then followed by the eerie sound of metal clanging.]
[This is my interview with Adam Johnson, 47.]
?It was the summer of last year that we visited the cabin. Yea, we had been told to avoid the place but my wife was dead-set on visiting her ancestors? house. So we went.?
Did you not think anything of the rumors at the time?
?Son, do I look like one of those damned skeptics that believes in fairy tales? I...?
[Mr. Johnson paused for a moment. He put his head down and then looked back up at me with tears in his eyes.]
?Maybe if I had listened to all of them folk... Maybe Ann would be... Anyways, I remember unpacking in the upstairs room. We heard something moving in the attic, but thought nothing of it.?
Rats?
?If that?s what the damn thing is, then it?s one big ass rat. Anyways, we put the kids to bed and stayed upstairs. My wife talked about all of her family?s history and it put me to sleep. That woman could ramble on for hours... but I loved her. You?re gonna have to give me a bit.
[I let Mr. Johnson take his time and moved onto the daughter, Sarah Johnson, 16. She wouldn?t talk at first, until I coerced her.]
?We spent the day at the lake... you know, the day after we got there. As I was swimming, I looked at the old wooden house and saw something in the attic window. The only word that describes it is terrifying. I only saw its shadow, but it appeared to be more sentient than we later gave it credit. It... was planning. I wish I had only said something sooner. I had swam pretty far out until I reached the shoreline across the lake. My mother, father, and brother were on the other side of the lake and didn?t notice that I was gone. Typical. Anyways, I climbed on to the shore and saw this girl just standing there, staring at me. It was like a scene out of a horror film. She wore a white dress and held a teddy bear. It almost seemed clich?. She walked over to me and told me that I was to leave that house immediately if I ever wanted to live. I thought she was crazy. I looked down at her teddy bear and then back at her face. What was once a frail, innocent child?s face was replaced by the face of a horrific demon. It shrieked at me and then vanished. I figured it all had to be a dream or a hallucination brought on by the sun or.. or bacteria in the water. Whatever the hell it was, I should have told someone.
You didn?t tell your parents?
?Not that they would listen. Sam was their star child. The genius, the sport?s star, everything. I was- AM your average teenager.?
What happened to Sam?
?Wouldn?t you lose it if you saw your mom killed in front of you??
[I caught up with Sam again to find out what exactly happened. While he was not too detailed, I?ll admit, it is pretty disturbing. Oddly enough, Sam had, while not complete, composure.]
?That monster... Sz?rnyeteg... killed my mother. Mother mother mother... The third of forth night [he scratched his head], I heard Mom get up and... I followed her. She seemed to be in a trance. Like a magician had put her in one. We saw a magician in Vegas once. He performed this trick where he made a lady think she was a chicken. Chickens, farm, cabin. So
[This is my interview with Sam Johnson, 18, the son of Adam and Ann Johnson, God rest her soul.]
?It has been seven years, eleven months, and fourteen days exactly since the incident that took my sanity. We... we had been told many things. Things about what? What what what? The cabin of course! The cabin? Oh the cabin! The cabin and the... the monster? Beast? Man? That lived in inside of it. The thing seemed to live inside of the attic. Oh yes, the attic! It would come down when it sensed smelled tasted its prey. What was its prey? More along the lines of who... or whom. Grammar has always confused me. It must have started in grammar school. The days before the cabin... oh the cabin! You see, the thing I have named Sz?rnyeteg. It means monster in some language... she was Hungarian. Maybe Hungarian? Why is it called Hungary? Is everyone hungry hungry hungry hippos? I used to lose that game. We played it at the cabin... oh the cabin! IfyoulistenedcloselyyoucouldhearSz?rnyetegbreathingespeciallyifyoulivedintheatticlikeIdidohmanitwasscary. I think I spoke a little too fast for your recording machine. Machines machines machines. That?s all we humans seem to live on! The machines help us live. The machines didn?t help us at the cabin... oh the cabin! The monster sounded like a...?
[Sam broke out into a sort of lion/banshee/machine hybrid noise. He heaved and then let out a growl, proceeded by a disturbing shrill, which was then followed by the eerie sound of metal clanging.]
[This is my interview with Adam Johnson, 47.]
?It was the summer of last year that we visited the cabin. Yea, we had been told to avoid the place but my wife was dead-set on visiting her ancestors? house. So we went.?
Did you not think anything of the rumors at the time?
?Son, do I look like one of those damned skeptics that believes in fairy tales? I...?
[Mr. Johnson paused for a moment. He put his head down and then looked back up at me with tears in his eyes.]
?Maybe if I had listened to all of them folk... Maybe Ann would be... Anyways, I remember unpacking in the upstairs room. We heard something moving in the attic, but thought nothing of it.?
Rats?
?If that?s what the damn thing is, then it?s one big ass rat. Anyways, we put the kids to bed and stayed upstairs. My wife talked about all of her family?s history and it put me to sleep. That woman could ramble on for hours... but I loved her. You?re gonna have to give me a bit.
[I let Mr. Johnson take his time and moved onto the daughter, Sarah Johnson, 16. She wouldn?t talk at first, until I coerced her.]
?We spent the day at the lake... you know, the day after we got there. As I was swimming, I looked at the old wooden house and saw something in the attic window. The only word that describes it is terrifying. I only saw its shadow, but it appeared to be more sentient than we later gave it credit. It... was planning. I wish I had only said something sooner. I had swam pretty far out until I reached the shoreline across the lake. My mother, father, and brother were on the other side of the lake and didn?t notice that I was gone. Typical. Anyways, I climbed on to the shore and saw this girl just standing there, staring at me. It was like a scene out of a horror film. She wore a white dress and held a teddy bear. It almost seemed clich?. She walked over to me and told me that I was to leave that house immediately if I ever wanted to live. I thought she was crazy. I looked down at her teddy bear and then back at her face. What was once a frail, innocent child?s face was replaced by the face of a horrific demon. It shrieked at me and then vanished. I figured it all had to be a dream or a hallucination brought on by the sun or.. or bacteria in the water. Whatever the hell it was, I should have told someone.
You didn?t tell your parents?
?Not that they would listen. Sam was their star child. The genius, the sport?s star, everything. I was- AM your average teenager.?
What happened to Sam?
?Wouldn?t you lose it if you saw your mom killed in front of you??
[I caught up with Sam again to find out what exactly happened. While he was not too detailed, I?ll admit, it is pretty disturbing. Oddly enough, Sam had, while not complete, composure.]
?That monster... Sz?rnyeteg... killed my mother. Mother mother mother... The third of forth night [he scratched his head], I heard Mom get up and... I followed her. She seemed to be in a trance. Like a magician had put her in one. We saw a magician in Vegas once. He performed this trick where he made a lady think she was a chicken. Chickens, farm, cabin. So
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I followed her and saw her walking up into the attic. I stayed hidden but managed to get up there. I saw her approach Sz?rnyeteg with her arms wide open, like she was hugging it. It spoke in this weird language... Not Hungarian. Have you ever been to Hungary? Is it nice? I want to go there sometime. Mom said she would take me.The creature grabbed her with its claw and tore her right in half. Then it began to eat her. Just... chew her to the bone. It seemed to... bathe in her blood. I still see that in my dreams. Every night... the scene replays over and over again. Over and over and over and over... It never stops. [Sam stopped.] Hi, I’m Sam Johnson. It has been seven years...”
[It was as if someone had pressed the reset button on him. He completely blanked and then began the conversation over again. I left the room to speak to the Adam.]
“I woke up to find her missing. Oh God, Ann, I’m so sorry. If I had only known... I found Sam curled up in a ball in his room. He kept repeating the same words over and over again, ‘Cinis ad cinerem et pulvis ad pulverem’.”
What does that mean?
“If I recall correctly, the words ‘cinis’ and ‘cinerem’ are Latin for ‘ashes’ and the words ‘pulvis’ and ‘pulverem’ are Latin for ‘dust’.”
Ashes to ashes...
“And dust to dust. He kept pointing upstairs, towards the attic, whenever I asked him what was wrong. So... I crawled up the creaking stairs and into the attic of this old wooden house. As I began to move about, the dust began to swirl and agitate my eyes. With my flashlight I searched. For what? I was unsure, but what I do know is that IT was up there... My son was not someone that was easily scared. My mind was rushing. My wife was missing and my son was scared out of his wits. Never going anywhere without it, I pulled out my .44 revolver. The little ******* sure packs a punch. I heard the wood of the attic floor creak behind me. I turned around and stood face to face with this mammoth of a beast. Its red eyes stared into mine and I froze. Our stare off seemed to last forever, until the sound of a gun went off and the creature fell before me. I blinked and then snapped back into reality. I had instinctively shot the beast. Upon further inspection, I found its teeth covered with blood. I assumed it was my wife’s and began to bawl like a baby. Then, my sorrow turned into rage, and rage into pure malice. I fired the remaining five shots of the gun into the son of a *****. It shook under the fire of the gun, but it was now surely dead.”
So... what was it?
“I don’t know. As soon as I ran down stairs to check on my kids, I heard glass shatter and rushed back upstairs. I saw this trail of blood led by... human footsteps. Small ones. Almost as if something had grabbed the creature and hauled it out of the attic. I looked out the window and saw nothing. No blood, nothing. I just knew that I had to get my family the hell out of there. We left the same night.”
[I had figured out what had happened, but I was still in the dark as to what IT was. I caught up with one of the investigators, Cheryl Light.”
Cheryl Light? Daughter of the famous-
“No relation.”
Ah. So tell me, what was that beast? What attacked the Johnsons?
“I had been following that ****ing thing since it took the life of my daughter. It is known by many names, I call it Sz?rnyeteg. You may call it El Chupacabra. Whatever it is called, it has been around for centuries, plaguing people in Mexico and, occasionally, Texas along the border of the Rio Grande. That house had been in the Johnson’s family for generations, thus, we could not touch it without their permission. We had intel leading us to believe that the monster had been holding up there for a while. Once we heard about the incident, we had to act immediately. However, it appears we were too late. We tried to have the dogs sniff it out, but the trail got cold immediately after they got outside. It was as if the creature had vanished into thin air.”
You’re speaking in the past...
“We... caught the Sz?rnyeteg.”
You... caught it? Can I see it?
[Cheryl took me to the creature. It looked... like it had emotions. It looked afraid and angry and sad all at once. Its red eyes seemed to pierce my soul. It had spines on its back just like Madelyne Tolentino said it had. Its dark, brown, mangy fur covered its body and its fangs dripped protruded out of its mouth. It had razor-sharp claws that looked like they could tear through anything. It was a frightening sight. It seemed to be tame, though. It was not struggling against the Plexiglas cage, although there were scratch marks. Somehow, it was being contained.]
“We have been studying it for quite some time now. Its DNA is no different than that of a dog and we cannot isolate what makes this thing different.”
[The monster was dying. It was obvious. Somehow it had survived the severe blood loss, but not without losing a lot of its energy. It looked like it would be dead within weeks, if not days. However, there is still the mystery... how did it survive? Who (or what) saved it?]
[It was as if someone had pressed the reset button on him. He completely blanked and then began the conversation over again. I left the room to speak to the Adam.]
“I woke up to find her missing. Oh God, Ann, I’m so sorry. If I had only known... I found Sam curled up in a ball in his room. He kept repeating the same words over and over again, ‘Cinis ad cinerem et pulvis ad pulverem’.”
What does that mean?
“If I recall correctly, the words ‘cinis’ and ‘cinerem’ are Latin for ‘ashes’ and the words ‘pulvis’ and ‘pulverem’ are Latin for ‘dust’.”
Ashes to ashes...
“And dust to dust. He kept pointing upstairs, towards the attic, whenever I asked him what was wrong. So... I crawled up the creaking stairs and into the attic of this old wooden house. As I began to move about, the dust began to swirl and agitate my eyes. With my flashlight I searched. For what? I was unsure, but what I do know is that IT was up there... My son was not someone that was easily scared. My mind was rushing. My wife was missing and my son was scared out of his wits. Never going anywhere without it, I pulled out my .44 revolver. The little ******* sure packs a punch. I heard the wood of the attic floor creak behind me. I turned around and stood face to face with this mammoth of a beast. Its red eyes stared into mine and I froze. Our stare off seemed to last forever, until the sound of a gun went off and the creature fell before me. I blinked and then snapped back into reality. I had instinctively shot the beast. Upon further inspection, I found its teeth covered with blood. I assumed it was my wife’s and began to bawl like a baby. Then, my sorrow turned into rage, and rage into pure malice. I fired the remaining five shots of the gun into the son of a *****. It shook under the fire of the gun, but it was now surely dead.”
So... what was it?
“I don’t know. As soon as I ran down stairs to check on my kids, I heard glass shatter and rushed back upstairs. I saw this trail of blood led by... human footsteps. Small ones. Almost as if something had grabbed the creature and hauled it out of the attic. I looked out the window and saw nothing. No blood, nothing. I just knew that I had to get my family the hell out of there. We left the same night.”
[I had figured out what had happened, but I was still in the dark as to what IT was. I caught up with one of the investigators, Cheryl Light.”
Cheryl Light? Daughter of the famous-
“No relation.”
Ah. So tell me, what was that beast? What attacked the Johnsons?
“I had been following that ****ing thing since it took the life of my daughter. It is known by many names, I call it Sz?rnyeteg. You may call it El Chupacabra. Whatever it is called, it has been around for centuries, plaguing people in Mexico and, occasionally, Texas along the border of the Rio Grande. That house had been in the Johnson’s family for generations, thus, we could not touch it without their permission. We had intel leading us to believe that the monster had been holding up there for a while. Once we heard about the incident, we had to act immediately. However, it appears we were too late. We tried to have the dogs sniff it out, but the trail got cold immediately after they got outside. It was as if the creature had vanished into thin air.”
You’re speaking in the past...
“We... caught the Sz?rnyeteg.”
You... caught it? Can I see it?
[Cheryl took me to the creature. It looked... like it had emotions. It looked afraid and angry and sad all at once. Its red eyes seemed to pierce my soul. It had spines on its back just like Madelyne Tolentino said it had. Its dark, brown, mangy fur covered its body and its fangs dripped protruded out of its mouth. It had razor-sharp claws that looked like they could tear through anything. It was a frightening sight. It seemed to be tame, though. It was not struggling against the Plexiglas cage, although there were scratch marks. Somehow, it was being contained.]
“We have been studying it for quite some time now. Its DNA is no different than that of a dog and we cannot isolate what makes this thing different.”
[The monster was dying. It was obvious. Somehow it had survived the severe blood loss, but not without losing a lot of its energy. It looked like it would be dead within weeks, if not days. However, there is still the mystery... how did it survive? Who (or what) saved it?]
And Bidoofs Story:
My name is Melena Carter, and what I am about to tell you will make you realize just how much you take for granted. Seven years ago I had everything, lots of money, an amazing husband, two beautiful little girls, and the gift of living. However, little did I know, on that one night, I would lose one of these things, forever. Yes, it’s time I tell you about what really happened on the night of Christmas Eve.
Seven years ago...
The best Christmas ever, that’s what everyone had wanted. But something went wrong, horrible wrong. For those who survived it would be a day they would simply want to forget. For those who didn’t, that Christmas would simply, be their last.
My street was having a Christmas party at the local pub, people bought gifts, food and decorations. My friends Eva and Anita, both in their striking pink dresses, looked wonderful and had bought some mouth-watering platters of cookies and muffins, freshly baked from the oven.
Before I continue with the story, I need to tell you the back story of my two friends; Eva and Anita both despise each other, both in contest to see who looks better and the like. Anita grew up in a strong, wealthy, and strict Spanish family, where Eva was raised in the city of New York – rich and snooty. We all knew each other from the age of 6, where we met at a princess party Eva was having. This was when the whole feud started – Eva and Anita were both wearing the same dress. Come on, we were only six years old, how were their parents to know what everyone was wearing. Anyway, as the cake came out, Eva had been creating a cunning plan over the hours that had been ticking by. Long story short, Eva threw the cake at Anita – I then stepped in to stop the fight, and before we knew it, we were all covered in cake. From that moment, we knew we’d be friends forever.
So back to the Christmas party, there we were, Eva and Anita eyeing each other off as they bought their platter of cookies and muffins to the table, sending quick glances to check out if the others were any good. As the two were busy strutting their stuff, I heard a car pull up behind me. I turned my head, my hair got caught in the wind and covered my face, only for a second, but already storms of people were running up to the car. I gently brushed my hair out of my face using my finger tips, and took a look at what I could see of the car. Of course, I should have known this, it was the crazy cat lady who lived down the street. No one was sure of her name, some saw it was Margaret, others say Petina, some simply say it was Emma of Jessica. However, little did everyone know, in just a few short hours, it would be a name they’d never forget.
“Hey, let me help you” said Eva as she walked up helping her out of her car. The old woman was in a wheel chair for Christs sake. No one bothered to help her – they just started. I knew Eva would help her, her mothers in a chair too.
“Oh no no, don’t mind me. I’m fine” the crazy cat lady said as she gently wheeled out the side door of the van.
“Don’t be so stupid’ Eva replied with a sarcastic tone “I’m...”
“Stupid?!” the crazy cat lady had screamed not allowing Eva to finish her sentence “just because I live with 7 cats you think I’m stupid?”
“No, I didn’t mean that”
“You mean like you didn’t mean to steal my lawn gnome the other day. I saw you out the window”
“I didn’t steal it. My son stole it, i was putting it back then I saw it had some dirt on it so i took it home to clean it”
Oh great, i thought to myself as I saw Anita stumbling up to join the commotion
“You stupid *****” Anita yelled whilst staring at Eva “I’ll help you out” she said to the cat lady, trying to earn some kudos.
Seven years ago...
The best Christmas ever, that’s what everyone had wanted. But something went wrong, horrible wrong. For those who survived it would be a day they would simply want to forget. For those who didn’t, that Christmas would simply, be their last.
My street was having a Christmas party at the local pub, people bought gifts, food and decorations. My friends Eva and Anita, both in their striking pink dresses, looked wonderful and had bought some mouth-watering platters of cookies and muffins, freshly baked from the oven.
Before I continue with the story, I need to tell you the back story of my two friends; Eva and Anita both despise each other, both in contest to see who looks better and the like. Anita grew up in a strong, wealthy, and strict Spanish family, where Eva was raised in the city of New York – rich and snooty. We all knew each other from the age of 6, where we met at a princess party Eva was having. This was when the whole feud started – Eva and Anita were both wearing the same dress. Come on, we were only six years old, how were their parents to know what everyone was wearing. Anyway, as the cake came out, Eva had been creating a cunning plan over the hours that had been ticking by. Long story short, Eva threw the cake at Anita – I then stepped in to stop the fight, and before we knew it, we were all covered in cake. From that moment, we knew we’d be friends forever.
So back to the Christmas party, there we were, Eva and Anita eyeing each other off as they bought their platter of cookies and muffins to the table, sending quick glances to check out if the others were any good. As the two were busy strutting their stuff, I heard a car pull up behind me. I turned my head, my hair got caught in the wind and covered my face, only for a second, but already storms of people were running up to the car. I gently brushed my hair out of my face using my finger tips, and took a look at what I could see of the car. Of course, I should have known this, it was the crazy cat lady who lived down the street. No one was sure of her name, some saw it was Margaret, others say Petina, some simply say it was Emma of Jessica. However, little did everyone know, in just a few short hours, it would be a name they’d never forget.
“Hey, let me help you” said Eva as she walked up helping her out of her car. The old woman was in a wheel chair for Christs sake. No one bothered to help her – they just started. I knew Eva would help her, her mothers in a chair too.
“Oh no no, don’t mind me. I’m fine” the crazy cat lady said as she gently wheeled out the side door of the van.
“Don’t be so stupid’ Eva replied with a sarcastic tone “I’m...”
“Stupid?!” the crazy cat lady had screamed not allowing Eva to finish her sentence “just because I live with 7 cats you think I’m stupid?”
“No, I didn’t mean that”
“You mean like you didn’t mean to steal my lawn gnome the other day. I saw you out the window”
“I didn’t steal it. My son stole it, i was putting it back then I saw it had some dirt on it so i took it home to clean it”
Oh great, i thought to myself as I saw Anita stumbling up to join the commotion
“You stupid *****” Anita yelled whilst staring at Eva “I’ll help you out” she said to the cat lady, trying to earn some kudos.
She helped her out of her car as wheeled her to the food table, she knew how much she enjoyed food.
The party went on for a few hours, then i noticed some guy, Mark i think his name was. He was new around here and no one really knew anything about him. He picked up his phone, and quickly dashed out the back through the ‘staff only’ door – even though he wasn’t staff. Mark Dash him name was. Always in a hurry. I could have sworn I heard an argument out the back, but the Christmas choir had started their carols and i forgot about Mark even going out back. I was sitting there, nothing to worry about, when it happened. A curtain from the stage had caught fire, and the pub was in chaos. I knew just by looking at the hot flames that people would die. Everyone was rushing selfishly towards the emergency exit. The place was already in smoke, and there I was, on the floor, dying. As I closed my eyes, for what I thought would be the last time, a masculine figure emerged from the smoke and picked me up. I was hurried outside and placed onto a portable hospital bed. I remember coughing and then being placed into the ambulance. An army of ambulances seemed to follow. Then it happened, a pub had already caught on fire. Oh crap, those were two words i never forgot, the words the ambulance driver said as we reached the bridge. There was a traffic jam, there was rain, it was a recipe for disaster. The cars moved aside to let me through. Horns sounding, what a sight it was, everyone fussing over me. We exited the bridge and sped off into the distance, when all i remember hearing was a band and suddenly i found myself thrown through the window, lying on the stone cold pavement in the wet, dead. As I was being thrown through the window, they say before you die your whole life flashes before your eyes, and it was true. I remember seeing the memory of the princess party when we were six, the fun we had, i remember the day i turned 21 and i got my first car. I even remembered the day my husband was sent to jail for drug possession... for the third time.
At my funeral, Eva and Anita both made a speech. They made up a game where everyone there would use one word to describe me; sexy, funny, nice, mean, incredible... the list went on and on, until it was Anita’s turn
“one of a kind” she said.
Dammit Anita, here you are again ruining the most important day of my life, my funeral. Couldn’t you have used the word unique?
Anita always had a way of ruining every good day in my life. I remember my wedding, and she came late, I had no flower girl. Then she showed up, falling from the sky – literally. Skydiving into someone’s wedding to be their flower girl? Really Anita... The things she’s do for me. None the less, I still loved here.
So here I am. I will never exactly know how many people died in that incident, or if Mark really did start the fire. I watch over the street I once lived on, looking at their cars and driveways, vacuum cleaners and houses. I let go of all these things which seemed so ordinary, but when you put them together, they make up a life, a life that really was one of a kind. I’ll tell you something, it’s not hard to die when you know you have lived. And I did. Oh how I lived.
The party went on for a few hours, then i noticed some guy, Mark i think his name was. He was new around here and no one really knew anything about him. He picked up his phone, and quickly dashed out the back through the ‘staff only’ door – even though he wasn’t staff. Mark Dash him name was. Always in a hurry. I could have sworn I heard an argument out the back, but the Christmas choir had started their carols and i forgot about Mark even going out back. I was sitting there, nothing to worry about, when it happened. A curtain from the stage had caught fire, and the pub was in chaos. I knew just by looking at the hot flames that people would die. Everyone was rushing selfishly towards the emergency exit. The place was already in smoke, and there I was, on the floor, dying. As I closed my eyes, for what I thought would be the last time, a masculine figure emerged from the smoke and picked me up. I was hurried outside and placed onto a portable hospital bed. I remember coughing and then being placed into the ambulance. An army of ambulances seemed to follow. Then it happened, a pub had already caught on fire. Oh crap, those were two words i never forgot, the words the ambulance driver said as we reached the bridge. There was a traffic jam, there was rain, it was a recipe for disaster. The cars moved aside to let me through. Horns sounding, what a sight it was, everyone fussing over me. We exited the bridge and sped off into the distance, when all i remember hearing was a band and suddenly i found myself thrown through the window, lying on the stone cold pavement in the wet, dead. As I was being thrown through the window, they say before you die your whole life flashes before your eyes, and it was true. I remember seeing the memory of the princess party when we were six, the fun we had, i remember the day i turned 21 and i got my first car. I even remembered the day my husband was sent to jail for drug possession... for the third time.
At my funeral, Eva and Anita both made a speech. They made up a game where everyone there would use one word to describe me; sexy, funny, nice, mean, incredible... the list went on and on, until it was Anita’s turn
“one of a kind” she said.
Dammit Anita, here you are again ruining the most important day of my life, my funeral. Couldn’t you have used the word unique?
Anita always had a way of ruining every good day in my life. I remember my wedding, and she came late, I had no flower girl. Then she showed up, falling from the sky – literally. Skydiving into someone’s wedding to be their flower girl? Really Anita... The things she’s do for me. None the less, I still loved here.
So here I am. I will never exactly know how many people died in that incident, or if Mark really did start the fire. I watch over the street I once lived on, looking at their cars and driveways, vacuum cleaners and houses. I let go of all these things which seemed so ordinary, but when you put them together, they make up a life, a life that really was one of a kind. I’ll tell you something, it’s not hard to die when you know you have lived. And I did. Oh how I lived.
