Some people swore that the house was haunted. The other people knew better. Some people looked in to windows and saw cobwebs and demons. The other people looked and glimpsed at flower buds growing from the corners of the walls –as they saw past those cobwebs.
Some people looked at the house and would swear that it was empty emanating death and darkness. The others would tell you it was bountiful and full of life and could hear the chandeliers chiming.
The other people couldn’t identify with the some people and the some people thought that the other people were crazy. Both groups wondered how they were ever a one people.
So much had happened in that house. The good things were painted over by the bad things like the cloud hides the sun. It seemed as though the other people could see through the paint and could glimpse in to the good things that had happened in the house. Or maybe it was blind faith.
The separation of the some people and the other people was not instantaneous, as not much is. It slowly deteriorated as they lived in the house together. Things changed though. Nothing lasts forever. When the two groups detached, it sunk friendships and destroyed families.
To be continued.
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
The Lake
My head was pounding from the ripples in the water. The water was loud even though the wind was weak. My fingers were numb and shaky. I smiled at the bird that perched himself on the rock beside me.
I did good. My dad would be proud I thought. I was a good son.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw my knee bouncing uncontrollably as a nervous anxious person would do. “Stop it,” I told myself out loud.
My right ear started ringing and my left eye twitched. I hit myself on the forehead and yelled, “Stop! Stop it now.”
The bird flew away.
I looked down at my fingers. My fingernails were dirty with blood. I picked up a twig from the ground and started cleaning them. I became calm. No more twitching. No more ringing. The dirt from the twig started to replace the blood from underneath my nails.
I looked out at the river in front of me. The sun was starting to come up. It was time for me to leave the burial site. I did my job well. After all, he killed my brother and retribution is my glory. My dad will be proud.
I did good. My dad would be proud I thought. I was a good son.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw my knee bouncing uncontrollably as a nervous anxious person would do. “Stop it,” I told myself out loud.
My right ear started ringing and my left eye twitched. I hit myself on the forehead and yelled, “Stop! Stop it now.”
The bird flew away.
I looked down at my fingers. My fingernails were dirty with blood. I picked up a twig from the ground and started cleaning them. I became calm. No more twitching. No more ringing. The dirt from the twig started to replace the blood from underneath my nails.
I looked out at the river in front of me. The sun was starting to come up. It was time for me to leave the burial site. I did my job well. After all, he killed my brother and retribution is my glory. My dad will be proud.
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