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Tori.Heard
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 Posted June 23rd, 2012 07:39 AM   IP           Reply with quote Edit Post Delete post
Warm veils of sun poured through the luscious leaves of the trees. They warmed the ground under them with their light and made it a nice place for someone to sit and relax before school started. For today, that person happened to be a girl. She sat there, twirling late blooming flowers on the side of the dusty road in her fingers. It was late afternoon, and the cicadas were still buzzing wildly, their wings tapping together in that annoying beat. A grasshopper sat idly by her, staring at her with shiny black eyes. The girl just sighed and looked away.

As she looked away, her gaze passed over the old, washed out houses. They seemed to have lost color for they were now pale pastels even though at the beginning of the summer they had been repainted to crisp and bold ones. On each house, there was a distinct feature that each one had, a small white picket fence separating each. Soon, the girl had to pull her eyes from them, for white picket fences reminded her of her mother.

Her mother had died when she was exactly seven years old. Although it was now ten years from then, the memories still haunted her. As she continued to think of this, her thoughts became splashes of red, white, and blonde. Then they elaborated into more in depth situations, actual memories, and she knew that there was no stopping them...


The swing she sat on swung back and forth in a rhythmic kind of movement. The sky was an off gray color, and seemed to make the boring town of 112 people even more boring than before. The feel of the air around her made it stiff and tiring. Beside her sat a woman, her hair was long and wavy, the color of hay. It only moved from the gravitation of the swing, since the air was so still. The woman kept brushing the girl’s hair with her fingers, the woman seemed nervous, which made the girl herself uneasy.

“Eva,” the woman whispered to the girl, who looked up at the mention of her name. Eva’s hands had been trapped around an old doll whose clothes were spotted with dirt, but now she dropped it on the porch’s floor to give her mother total attention.

“Yes mother?” Eva said, looking at her mother with the wide innocent eyes of a mouse. They were the color of emeralds, something that stood out in the old dusty town where most everyone had eyes that reminded any passer bys of clumps of dirt or the sewer.

Her mother’s facial expression suddenly became sad and guilty. It seemed that she had done something wrong, but adults were perfect weren’t they? At least that is what Eva believed, for she was only a seven year old. “Eva, I just want you to know I love you.” Her mother didn’t look directly at her, but more towards the sky.

Of course she knew her mother loved her. Why would her mother be telling her such a ridiculous thing? The mind of the seven year old worked through everything, and decided it had to be a joke. She let a small giggle pass from her red blossom lips. “I love you too Mother,” she answered. Her mother was a strange woman, it would have been no surprise if this was all a warm gesture to make the girl happier.

Suddenly, her mother’s expression turned extremely serious. It was almost scary. “No, Eva. You have to understand how much I love you,” there was a slight desperation in her mother’s voice that went beyond longing. Something, which made Eva’s smile and giggle drop. Everything suddenly felt scary, like something bad was going to happen.

“Mother?” Eva asked in her small voice. She looked at her mother carefully, like she often did with her teddy bears. Eva always liked watching the Doctors on the television who helped people with their problems. She had studied them and was now trying to do what they did everyday on the wondrous world of the TV.

Her mother looked up at Eva. The eyes that were always free of tears were now red and puffy. A creak on the stairs of the porch sent a message that another person was there. Eva looked over and saw that a man was standing there. His eyes were blue, something also strange in the town. His hair was a sandy brown and was chopped in strange ways. Eva immediately recognized this as Mr. Moore. His son, Phillip, often came over to their house, and Mr. Moore often followed. Telling the children to play outside in the yard as he went into the house with her mother.

Today, though, Phillip was nowhere in sight. It was just Mr. Moore. His face was lined with stubble that, at least from what Eva could tell, he had often tried to cover up and get rid of. Under his eyes sat dark bags that added to their glared tone. Next to Eva, her mother shifted. It seemed like an uncomfortable movement, but Eva could only guess. She wasn’t inside of her mother, and was nothing like her.

“Eva, why don’t you go play in the yard?” Her mother said, plastering a forced smile on her withered face. Eva was about to protest, but the way that Mr. Moore threw daggers at her made her go into the yard, picking up her doll.

Mr. Moore led her mother into the house, his hand forcefully pulling her out of the swing. It seemed like a sweet gesture to Eva’s naïve eyes, but now she knew better. The true nature of this pull, this shove, was Mr. Moore leading her mother to her bedroom. Eva didn’t know exactly that they had gone there in the small house, but afterwards, she would. It would be forever scarred in her mind where they had been, where it had all happened.

Eva hummed to herself as she sat on the grass, completely unaware of what her mother was doing with her friend’s father. She trusted her mother, so she just assumed they were talking, maybe having a nice cup of the mint tea Eva had worked so hard to make. A bang suddenly echoed from the house. Normally, the atmosphere of the town was quiet, still, silent, undisturbed. No one ever dared to make a sound, but a bang, it was even worse.

A tingling sensation went up Eva’s neck. She felt as though everything around her had stilled to an exact stopping point. The birds, the crickets, the grasshoppers that had been hopping around, they were all silent. It seemed that everyone’s head had pointed in the direct position of the bang. After careful thought, Eva placed the bang at her mother’s window. She felt her heart clench, but she was too frozen to move, to cry out for her mother. While everything was silent, so was everything inside, until a loud crash erupted.

Eva felt her eyes widen as she watched shards of glass fall like rain onto the ground. Each one sparkled in the hot sun, which was now beginning to be covered up by large, thick, black clouds. The curtains of her mother’s room now flew out of the open window way, continuing to shake pieces of glass out into the void of air. Suddenly, a scream broke out. A scream that was blood curdling, making Eva want to cry. Blonde hair, blood, a white picket fence, it was the last thing Eva remembered before being knocked out.


Breathing hard, Eva opened her eyes as a loud crash of thunder echoed around her. She scrambled from the sidewalk she sat on, like someone was coming for her. As she stood there, she heard a scream, but not from now, from the memory that still haunted her. Eva could remember so many things about that small memory, the way the sounds were, the little details, but she couldn’t remember the names. She had tried so hard to remember the names of the man that led her mother in for her death that night. Of the boy who called that man his father. Yet she couldn’t. No matter how hard she tried. Even as a seventeen year old, she wasn’t good with names, but you would think that after such a traumatizing experience she would remember the names of the people who killed her own mother.
   
Adam LeGhostie
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 Posted June 23rd, 2012 11:19 AM   IP           Reply with quote Edit Post Delete post
-stands up and claps-
Darlin'...that was pretty damn awesome.
-laugh-
-falls back into chair-
Do you know, when I was reading this, I never stopped. You have the way of words where you can see it like a movie, and it's very entertaining, really gets you. I could really feel that town around me. Kinda like it was in the middle of nowhere, and then all of sudden you have this deafening sound that must echo through the entire hamlet, that sound that spreads the news of a murder for everyone to hear. Very well done.
I'd also like to point out that there are plenty of RPers that RP as children, but I've always felt like they either made them too dumb or too smart. You nailed that part. I could definitely see that as a 7-year-old, she still has that naive sense to her, but she's alert enough to be sensitive to others emotions, and her vocabulary and perspective fits that of a girl her age.
-nods-
I loved it. You should be proud.
I'll tell you, my team is filled up, I'm just waiting for one to confirm, which I'm pretty sure she will, but I'd claim you in a heart-beat.
For now, it rests on Blake's shoulders because he's in need of backups terribly, so I wish you the best!
-smiles-

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Adam LeGhostie
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 Posted June 23rd, 2012 11:36 PM   IP           Reply with quote Edit Post Delete post
Actually.. I've been thinking about this for awhile, most of the day, really,.. and I really want to have you as one of my backups.
-laugh-
I really loved this, so.. what do ya say?

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Tori.Heard
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 Posted June 26th, 2012 06:48 PM   IP           Reply with quote Edit Post Delete post
That sounds amazing. I'm really glad to know you enjoyed my writing. -smiles-
   
Adam LeGhostie
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 Posted June 26th, 2012 09:00 PM   IP           Reply with quote Edit Post Delete post
-grins-
That's wonderful, darlin'! I hope to have you on my team, then. I can tell you have a lot of ideas, and I love that, so I'm rooting for you!
-laugh-

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Blake The Corners
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 Posted July 6th, 2012 12:02 AM   IP           Reply with quote Edit Post Delete post
Very well done
I hate to say it but Adam got a great one with this audition
I wish you the best of luck
   



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