Post by Kale on Apr 14, 2006 10:43:38 GMT -5
There's was a Once Upon a Time that I lived in a small Louisianna town, right off of New Orleans. When I say it was a small town, I mean it was a small town. Everyone knew everyone, everyone's buisness was everyone elses aswell. I lived in an old white house of off Cider Hill Street and School Street, right down the street from, you guessed it, Cider Hill School. That's how things went in our town, no confusion. We didn't have a "Main Street" that ran left, right and diagonally thru town. Main Street went right down the center, Cider Hill School was right on the corner of Cider Hill and School Street. Nothing was confusing, nothing was all that difficult to find. Except the children.
The children loved to play hide and seek in the swamp out past the rickety old chain link fence that marked the beginning of the industrial out skirts. That was were they dug for oil, pumped natural gas, and all the grosser things people preferr to keep away from their town. And so, the children slipped effortlessly thru the rust holes in the chain link fence and were off across "The Crusher", as some called it. For, you see, it was a large area that had been abandoned. It held large piles of black sand....rock...stuff. To this day I'm not sure what it was. But it was there, in four perfect six foot high piles, ten feet from the edge. The Edge of the land, that is. Just beyond those piles was a good twenty to thirty foot drop into a large hole, filled with all sorts of junk. Old refigoratos, motocycles, bicycle wheels...anything and everything. Every now and then some brave kid would try to slid downt he walls of the crevice and retrieve some sort of special item his friends pointed out. Few of those kids ever came back either. They were usally found, frozen or crushed beneath a pile of junk by the police.
Anyways, back to what I was saying before. The children loved to play hide and seek in the bog. And try as the parents might to warn them to never go there, they never listened.
And most never returned
And that's where I come in. I spent my early days at Cider Hill School, excelling in Language Arts, Science and Cooking. It was a good school; only twice a week did we actually have classroom classes. Other times we were outside learning, about the trees and the skies above. We also mingled in the study of Mythical Creatures, most often the Vampire. After all, we border on New Orleans, one of the biggest vampire hot spots in the world. Now, you may wonder if I believe it or not, well let me tell you...
To every myth there is some shining light of truth. You must be able to see beyond the light of illusion, into true reality.
I learned that early on. When I was six, I lost use of my peripheral vision; meaning is someone walks up on my from the side, I can't see 'em. Like how people catch things out of the corner of their eye; I'd miss it entirely. At one point I did have glasses to fix that, but...I just don't know what happened to them. Besides, I never liked 'em much anyways. But ever since that day that I lost my peripheral vision, lost my usefullness, I was able to see things other's couldn't. I could see thru those fake smiles people give, see thru disguses. Perhaps I lost part of my vision, but I gain so much more.
That's why I went into the bog. To see if I could see what other's couldn't. See the missing children, see what had kept them from returning home. Noble and Foolish quest started by a Nine-Year-Old, His Six-Year-Old sister Shandra, and their Blood hound; Rooney.
When the sun began to set on the wonderous summer afternoon, carrying the sound of a New Orleans party boat across the twilight; Shandra, Rooney and I began our quest to find the missing children. As the final rays of daylight slid past the horizon, Shandra and I parted ways. She was afraid of the vampires; and though I neer did admit it....I was too. What if the legends were true? What if the reason the children had never returned was because a vampire lurked in the shadows of the bog? What would happen if I entered the bog? Would I become, one of the missing children too?
But I had no more time than that to think about turning back; Rooney took off like a shot into the night, bawling like the devil was on his heels. Right through the chain link fence, right across "The Crusher" and right into the bog he went, howling all the way. I'm sure his calls must have woken up half the town before fading into the thick muck of the bog. I followed after him, knowing I wouldn't have a chance on my own in there. I could hear him up ahead, howling all the way. I stumbled across roots, slid through muck...practically went thru hell to follow after Rooney's bellowing howls. Then, they were gone. As suddenly as they had started; they had stopped.
Now, I was completley terrified. But then, there was something....something I had not noticed before. A glowing, a pale white glow moving amidst the trees. Coming ever closer, in slow gentle steps. Like it was terrified of me, as much as I was terrified of it.
Spots of moonlight dappled thru the thick tree branches above, flashing before my eyes as I ran for dear life. I hadn't any idea where I was going. All, I know, it that I had seen something. The Truth. I knew where the other children were, and I was glad I hadn't joined them.
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Yeah, first story I've written from the first person point of view in a LONG time O-o I'm actually quite pleased with it, seeing as I don't often get around to writing about characters the same day I create them.
Yes, Meru was a character I came up with this morning. Like, first thing after I woke up. Actually didn't tkae me that long to get his story down in my mind, not much longer to type it up. I wanted characters who were from down south (In the New Orleans area, not like texas or Florida -_-) and I needed a new group of characters to focus on. Hence Meru, Shandra and their little brother Luis.
The children loved to play hide and seek in the swamp out past the rickety old chain link fence that marked the beginning of the industrial out skirts. That was were they dug for oil, pumped natural gas, and all the grosser things people preferr to keep away from their town. And so, the children slipped effortlessly thru the rust holes in the chain link fence and were off across "The Crusher", as some called it. For, you see, it was a large area that had been abandoned. It held large piles of black sand....rock...stuff. To this day I'm not sure what it was. But it was there, in four perfect six foot high piles, ten feet from the edge. The Edge of the land, that is. Just beyond those piles was a good twenty to thirty foot drop into a large hole, filled with all sorts of junk. Old refigoratos, motocycles, bicycle wheels...anything and everything. Every now and then some brave kid would try to slid downt he walls of the crevice and retrieve some sort of special item his friends pointed out. Few of those kids ever came back either. They were usally found, frozen or crushed beneath a pile of junk by the police.
Anyways, back to what I was saying before. The children loved to play hide and seek in the bog. And try as the parents might to warn them to never go there, they never listened.
And most never returned
And that's where I come in. I spent my early days at Cider Hill School, excelling in Language Arts, Science and Cooking. It was a good school; only twice a week did we actually have classroom classes. Other times we were outside learning, about the trees and the skies above. We also mingled in the study of Mythical Creatures, most often the Vampire. After all, we border on New Orleans, one of the biggest vampire hot spots in the world. Now, you may wonder if I believe it or not, well let me tell you...
To every myth there is some shining light of truth. You must be able to see beyond the light of illusion, into true reality.
I learned that early on. When I was six, I lost use of my peripheral vision; meaning is someone walks up on my from the side, I can't see 'em. Like how people catch things out of the corner of their eye; I'd miss it entirely. At one point I did have glasses to fix that, but...I just don't know what happened to them. Besides, I never liked 'em much anyways. But ever since that day that I lost my peripheral vision, lost my usefullness, I was able to see things other's couldn't. I could see thru those fake smiles people give, see thru disguses. Perhaps I lost part of my vision, but I gain so much more.
That's why I went into the bog. To see if I could see what other's couldn't. See the missing children, see what had kept them from returning home. Noble and Foolish quest started by a Nine-Year-Old, His Six-Year-Old sister Shandra, and their Blood hound; Rooney.
When the sun began to set on the wonderous summer afternoon, carrying the sound of a New Orleans party boat across the twilight; Shandra, Rooney and I began our quest to find the missing children. As the final rays of daylight slid past the horizon, Shandra and I parted ways. She was afraid of the vampires; and though I neer did admit it....I was too. What if the legends were true? What if the reason the children had never returned was because a vampire lurked in the shadows of the bog? What would happen if I entered the bog? Would I become, one of the missing children too?
But I had no more time than that to think about turning back; Rooney took off like a shot into the night, bawling like the devil was on his heels. Right through the chain link fence, right across "The Crusher" and right into the bog he went, howling all the way. I'm sure his calls must have woken up half the town before fading into the thick muck of the bog. I followed after him, knowing I wouldn't have a chance on my own in there. I could hear him up ahead, howling all the way. I stumbled across roots, slid through muck...practically went thru hell to follow after Rooney's bellowing howls. Then, they were gone. As suddenly as they had started; they had stopped.
Now, I was completley terrified. But then, there was something....something I had not noticed before. A glowing, a pale white glow moving amidst the trees. Coming ever closer, in slow gentle steps. Like it was terrified of me, as much as I was terrified of it.
Spots of moonlight dappled thru the thick tree branches above, flashing before my eyes as I ran for dear life. I hadn't any idea where I was going. All, I know, it that I had seen something. The Truth. I knew where the other children were, and I was glad I hadn't joined them.
----
Yeah, first story I've written from the first person point of view in a LONG time O-o I'm actually quite pleased with it, seeing as I don't often get around to writing about characters the same day I create them.
Yes, Meru was a character I came up with this morning. Like, first thing after I woke up. Actually didn't tkae me that long to get his story down in my mind, not much longer to type it up. I wanted characters who were from down south (In the New Orleans area, not like texas or Florida -_-) and I needed a new group of characters to focus on. Hence Meru, Shandra and their little brother Luis.
