Post by kitty on Oct 6, 2009 16:26:49 GMT -5
SIZE=1]|Fear|[/SIZE]
|PG13|
|Family Tragady|
|The story takes place at Old Rag Mountain in Virgina during present day.|
|Chapter 1 part 1|
|I started writing this for a creative writing homework assignment, but fell in love wit h it and want to keep writing it.|
A woman is packing her suitcase in the middle of the night. She looks around. She hasn’t missed anything. She zips up her suitcase and runs into another room. A little girl looks up, then pokes her brother, whom also looks up, then goes back to packing. They keep quiet, but the woman puts her finger to her mouth just in case. “Are you done?” She asks softly.
“Almost,” the little girl whispers.
The woman ran to the boy’s side and helps him pack. One minute later she is zipping up the boys, than the girls, suitcases. She picks hers up, motioning for the kids to do the same. They rush out into the sinister darkness.
“Mommy?” the girl whispered. The woman hushed her, and grabbed the boy’s hand. She motioned for the girl to follow, and they walked to a house a few blocks down. They sat down out front.
“Mommy,” the little girl whispered, “I’m afraid.”
“I know Anna. Just, try to stay calm, okay? How are you doing, Ben?” she addressed the boy.
“Okay, I guess.” She pitied him. He was so much weaker and smaller than his twin sister.
“Don’t you worry,” she said in a soothing voice, “I’ll call a cab.” She pulled out her phone and dialed the number.
“Ring, rin—hello?”
“Hello, I would like to call a cab.”
“Name and address, please”
“Morgan Stewert, 5812 Saint Dane rd, Pendragon, New York, 23833.”
“Yes, m’am. I’ll have someone there by one.”
“Thank you!” Morgan gushed, hanging up the phone. She looked at the time. They had 30 minutes to kill. She took out her book and gave the kids their Nintendo DS’s, and they sat on the suitcases and waited for the cab.
She looked up when she heard a car coming. It was the taxi, so she put their things away and loaded their stuff in it. They crawled into the backseat.
“Where to?” the cabbie asked.
She thought for a second, and then said “The airport.” He nodded, started the meter, and they got on their way.
One Day Before.
Morgan pulled up to the curve of the school. She saw Anna and Ben approaching the car, but then she saw the thing she had feared most for the last six months heading towards them. “Mark.” She whispered hoarsely. She got out of the car and ran to her kids. “Get away from them!!” she yelled to the man that was about to reach them.
He whirled around to face her. A look of surprise came on his face, but it quickly turned to vehemence. “you.” He said wrathfully.
“Me?! What about YOU?! You’re not even supposed to see them!!” She spat at him, while gesturing to the eight year olds. A look of utter, full revulsion replaced the vehemence, and she took an unconscious step back.
“Children, come here!!” Mark commanded. But instead of running to him, they ran to Morgan.
Morgan swiftly ushered the kids to the car. They had the sense to keep quiet until they were on their way home.
Anna abruptly said “Mommy, who was that? Why did you look so scared?”
“That,” Morgan replied bleakly, “was your father. We left him when you were one. He was,” She hesitated, “mean to us.” What do you mean?” Ben asked.
“He,” she hesitated again, “beat us. I mean, like hitting us. Well, he didn’t hit you, just Anna and I. I didn’t give him the chance to beat you.”
“Why was he hitting us? And why did he not hit Ben?” Anna asked with a hint of confusion in her voice.
“I don’t know,” Morgan answered truthfully, “I don’t know… Ok, this is what we’re going to do! We are going to go home, pack our bags, and leave. In the middle of the night we are going to up and run!!” Morgan said unwaveringly. The twins nodded their heads, Ben’s green and Anna’s violet eyes boring into the back of her head.
Present.
Morgan woke up, her stunning gold hair in her face. She looked at Anna. Her hair, also gold, was in pigtails around her face. She looked like an angel. Morgan then looked to Ben. His black hair was messed up in a way that could only be from sleeping, which is exactly what he was doing. Anna stirred, and the movement caught her eye. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked around as if to say “Where are we?” but then she got her bearings. Ben was waking up also.
Morgan soon realized just what woke them up. They were announcing that the plane was about to land, and to buckle up. After they unloaded off the plane and got their luggage, they took a cab to the car rental place, and, of course, rented a car. It was a sapphire blue Hyundai Sonata, with a sunroof. She loaded their possessions into the trunk of the vehicle. The twins got in the backseat, and Morgan, of course, got in the driver’s seat. She pulled out the GPS she had bought before they’d left, and put in the address they were going to, in Old Rag Mountain.
It was a five hour drive, but they finally made it. It was a charming house, single story, russet colored, windows in every room except one. That was to be where the twins slept. This was Morgan’s friend’s house, but Morgan had permission to stay there because her friend was staying with her boyfriend. For now, of course. Morgan would have to find a place of her own soon, but for now, all she could do was sigh in relief and say, “We’re here,” as they walked into the house.
|PG13|
|Family Tragady|
|The story takes place at Old Rag Mountain in Virgina during present day.|
|Chapter 1 part 1|
|I started writing this for a creative writing homework assignment, but fell in love wit h it and want to keep writing it.|
A woman is packing her suitcase in the middle of the night. She looks around. She hasn’t missed anything. She zips up her suitcase and runs into another room. A little girl looks up, then pokes her brother, whom also looks up, then goes back to packing. They keep quiet, but the woman puts her finger to her mouth just in case. “Are you done?” She asks softly.
“Almost,” the little girl whispers.
The woman ran to the boy’s side and helps him pack. One minute later she is zipping up the boys, than the girls, suitcases. She picks hers up, motioning for the kids to do the same. They rush out into the sinister darkness.
“Mommy?” the girl whispered. The woman hushed her, and grabbed the boy’s hand. She motioned for the girl to follow, and they walked to a house a few blocks down. They sat down out front.
“Mommy,” the little girl whispered, “I’m afraid.”
“I know Anna. Just, try to stay calm, okay? How are you doing, Ben?” she addressed the boy.
“Okay, I guess.” She pitied him. He was so much weaker and smaller than his twin sister.
“Don’t you worry,” she said in a soothing voice, “I’ll call a cab.” She pulled out her phone and dialed the number.
“Ring, rin—hello?”
“Hello, I would like to call a cab.”
“Name and address, please”
“Morgan Stewert, 5812 Saint Dane rd, Pendragon, New York, 23833.”
“Yes, m’am. I’ll have someone there by one.”
“Thank you!” Morgan gushed, hanging up the phone. She looked at the time. They had 30 minutes to kill. She took out her book and gave the kids their Nintendo DS’s, and they sat on the suitcases and waited for the cab.
She looked up when she heard a car coming. It was the taxi, so she put their things away and loaded their stuff in it. They crawled into the backseat.
“Where to?” the cabbie asked.
She thought for a second, and then said “The airport.” He nodded, started the meter, and they got on their way.
One Day Before.
Morgan pulled up to the curve of the school. She saw Anna and Ben approaching the car, but then she saw the thing she had feared most for the last six months heading towards them. “Mark.” She whispered hoarsely. She got out of the car and ran to her kids. “Get away from them!!” she yelled to the man that was about to reach them.
He whirled around to face her. A look of surprise came on his face, but it quickly turned to vehemence. “you.” He said wrathfully.
“Me?! What about YOU?! You’re not even supposed to see them!!” She spat at him, while gesturing to the eight year olds. A look of utter, full revulsion replaced the vehemence, and she took an unconscious step back.
“Children, come here!!” Mark commanded. But instead of running to him, they ran to Morgan.
Morgan swiftly ushered the kids to the car. They had the sense to keep quiet until they were on their way home.
Anna abruptly said “Mommy, who was that? Why did you look so scared?”
“That,” Morgan replied bleakly, “was your father. We left him when you were one. He was,” She hesitated, “mean to us.” What do you mean?” Ben asked.
“He,” she hesitated again, “beat us. I mean, like hitting us. Well, he didn’t hit you, just Anna and I. I didn’t give him the chance to beat you.”
“Why was he hitting us? And why did he not hit Ben?” Anna asked with a hint of confusion in her voice.
“I don’t know,” Morgan answered truthfully, “I don’t know… Ok, this is what we’re going to do! We are going to go home, pack our bags, and leave. In the middle of the night we are going to up and run!!” Morgan said unwaveringly. The twins nodded their heads, Ben’s green and Anna’s violet eyes boring into the back of her head.
Present.
Morgan woke up, her stunning gold hair in her face. She looked at Anna. Her hair, also gold, was in pigtails around her face. She looked like an angel. Morgan then looked to Ben. His black hair was messed up in a way that could only be from sleeping, which is exactly what he was doing. Anna stirred, and the movement caught her eye. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked around as if to say “Where are we?” but then she got her bearings. Ben was waking up also.
Morgan soon realized just what woke them up. They were announcing that the plane was about to land, and to buckle up. After they unloaded off the plane and got their luggage, they took a cab to the car rental place, and, of course, rented a car. It was a sapphire blue Hyundai Sonata, with a sunroof. She loaded their possessions into the trunk of the vehicle. The twins got in the backseat, and Morgan, of course, got in the driver’s seat. She pulled out the GPS she had bought before they’d left, and put in the address they were going to, in Old Rag Mountain.
It was a five hour drive, but they finally made it. It was a charming house, single story, russet colored, windows in every room except one. That was to be where the twins slept. This was Morgan’s friend’s house, but Morgan had permission to stay there because her friend was staying with her boyfriend. For now, of course. Morgan would have to find a place of her own soon, but for now, all she could do was sigh in relief and say, “We’re here,” as they walked into the house.