Post by Freya on Jun 21, 2003 9:51:21 GMT -5
Here's a short one I wrote.. heh! If you don't think I'm crazy or weird.. you probably will after reading this one!
In a small town called Mandrid Falls, a lonely female by the name of Dawn Jones wanders the empty streets. Associating names to non-living objects, she eagerly makes friends with stop signs, trash cans, posts, fences and windows by the names of Fred, Gary, George, Bert and Peter. She passes the time by making conversations with her new friends while her mother is at home, laying around in filth, bothered by nothing with her father threatening and beating his wife and two sons, who tend to yell at each other in the mean time.
Unfortunately, she slowly but surely makes her way back to her one floor, 2 bedroom, dark-lighted, boxed brown banana colored house. Stepping through the untouched lawn, broken staircase, she hums the song “Oh happy day”.
Dawn was not the prettiest of girls but she wasn’t the ugliest. With her chocolate brown eyes, mangled dirty blonde hair and thin physique, her worn-out clothes hang off her developing hips and features.
Walking inside her home, she’s followed by stray starving cats in search for an ounce of food.
-“Look at the scavengers ya brought in here! Take ‘em out before we make supper with ‘em” her father screamed and shouted at her in a fit.
-“Good morrow, dearest father! I’ll take them out shortly, once I get something for my guests!”
-“Helda, your lying little nothing of a girl is bringing in those dumb cats again!”
-“You take care of her, not like I love her anyway”
-“Having a bad day, mom?” Dawn asks while walking to the kitchen.
-“If I have to even move from this chair, you’ll regret it and your little cats too!” her father yelled.
-“God bless you father!” Dawn sings out.
CRASH
“ Mom!!! Arnold is beating me up again” angrily Harry stampered and fell out of the bedroom while shouting. Not too far behind, Arnold bursts out into laughter. Getting up, Harry dashes back in the room to take revenge and leave some sort of mark on his older brother.
-“Sweet brothers, play fair now!” giggling, Dawn says.
Dawn leaves the kitchen, arms full of bits and pieces of random food, followed by the pitter patter of 5, 4 legged felines.
Once outside, she wanders in the field behind her house, humming the wonderful tune of “Yellow submarine” but mixing it with “Old oak tree”. The poor dear sang it her way, which was:
*We all live in a yellow submarine, so tie a yellow ribbon ‘round the old oak tree. It’s been three long years, do you still want to live in a yellow submarine with me*
Drifting off into a gaze, she walks into the “Forgotten” forest with her hands still full and cats not too far behind.
By the corner of her eye, she notices slight movements. Tilting her head, she comes in contact with a pack of wild wolves taking their lunch out on a domestic calf. Hearing its cries, she thinks “Aww… ain’t that sweet, it’s calling for its mother. I wonder where she is?” and continues her wandering.
Coming to a clearing near the river, she sits on some rocks. She finally begins to feed her cats. A couple minutes run by, the bits and pieces don’t last long. Watching the young ones play around, one accidentally tumbles into the river. Taking by the current, it gets swallowed and taken under. Once again, Dawn comes up with a cheery line of “Hmmm, guess it was REALLY thirsty and hot! I hope he finds his way home.”
In the distance, Dawn hears four sudden gunshots. Following the sound, she is returned back to her open door of her house. Entering, she is brought face to face with her murdered family and a note pinned to the television.
It reads as follows:
“You’re too cheery, happy and YUCK! We couldn’t take your stupid ways. The further we are from you, the better! So uh… live a boring dumb life or whatever stuff you do.”
With no face of sadness, Dawn sits down on her father’s chair, turns the t.v. on and says “Cool! They think I’m mature and responsible enough to live on my own!” Turning to her dead family, she thanks them.
A couple years later…
“On today’s news, there has been another sighting of Dawn Jones. Ms. Potts has been brought to Mental Health for treatments. We go live to the door of her room.”
Behind the door, the watchers hear the humming of “Yellow Submarine vs Old Oak Tree”
In a small town called Mandrid Falls, a lonely female by the name of Dawn Jones wanders the empty streets. Associating names to non-living objects, she eagerly makes friends with stop signs, trash cans, posts, fences and windows by the names of Fred, Gary, George, Bert and Peter. She passes the time by making conversations with her new friends while her mother is at home, laying around in filth, bothered by nothing with her father threatening and beating his wife and two sons, who tend to yell at each other in the mean time.
Unfortunately, she slowly but surely makes her way back to her one floor, 2 bedroom, dark-lighted, boxed brown banana colored house. Stepping through the untouched lawn, broken staircase, she hums the song “Oh happy day”.
Dawn was not the prettiest of girls but she wasn’t the ugliest. With her chocolate brown eyes, mangled dirty blonde hair and thin physique, her worn-out clothes hang off her developing hips and features.
Walking inside her home, she’s followed by stray starving cats in search for an ounce of food.
-“Look at the scavengers ya brought in here! Take ‘em out before we make supper with ‘em” her father screamed and shouted at her in a fit.
-“Good morrow, dearest father! I’ll take them out shortly, once I get something for my guests!”
-“Helda, your lying little nothing of a girl is bringing in those dumb cats again!”
-“You take care of her, not like I love her anyway”
-“Having a bad day, mom?” Dawn asks while walking to the kitchen.
-“If I have to even move from this chair, you’ll regret it and your little cats too!” her father yelled.
-“God bless you father!” Dawn sings out.
CRASH
“ Mom!!! Arnold is beating me up again” angrily Harry stampered and fell out of the bedroom while shouting. Not too far behind, Arnold bursts out into laughter. Getting up, Harry dashes back in the room to take revenge and leave some sort of mark on his older brother.
-“Sweet brothers, play fair now!” giggling, Dawn says.
Dawn leaves the kitchen, arms full of bits and pieces of random food, followed by the pitter patter of 5, 4 legged felines.
Once outside, she wanders in the field behind her house, humming the wonderful tune of “Yellow submarine” but mixing it with “Old oak tree”. The poor dear sang it her way, which was:
*We all live in a yellow submarine, so tie a yellow ribbon ‘round the old oak tree. It’s been three long years, do you still want to live in a yellow submarine with me*
Drifting off into a gaze, she walks into the “Forgotten” forest with her hands still full and cats not too far behind.
By the corner of her eye, she notices slight movements. Tilting her head, she comes in contact with a pack of wild wolves taking their lunch out on a domestic calf. Hearing its cries, she thinks “Aww… ain’t that sweet, it’s calling for its mother. I wonder where she is?” and continues her wandering.
Coming to a clearing near the river, she sits on some rocks. She finally begins to feed her cats. A couple minutes run by, the bits and pieces don’t last long. Watching the young ones play around, one accidentally tumbles into the river. Taking by the current, it gets swallowed and taken under. Once again, Dawn comes up with a cheery line of “Hmmm, guess it was REALLY thirsty and hot! I hope he finds his way home.”
In the distance, Dawn hears four sudden gunshots. Following the sound, she is returned back to her open door of her house. Entering, she is brought face to face with her murdered family and a note pinned to the television.
It reads as follows:
“You’re too cheery, happy and YUCK! We couldn’t take your stupid ways. The further we are from you, the better! So uh… live a boring dumb life or whatever stuff you do.”
With no face of sadness, Dawn sits down on her father’s chair, turns the t.v. on and says “Cool! They think I’m mature and responsible enough to live on my own!” Turning to her dead family, she thanks them.
A couple years later…
“On today’s news, there has been another sighting of Dawn Jones. Ms. Potts has been brought to Mental Health for treatments. We go live to the door of her room.”
Behind the door, the watchers hear the humming of “Yellow Submarine vs Old Oak Tree”
