The Small Town (The Lost Son)

     "Papa how come all of my friends have little brothers and sisters and I don't."

     "Well Richard that's a long story and I don't think you'd really care to hear it," Richards father Jeffery told him.

     "Oh, come on Papa tell me please" little Richard asked his father.

     "Fine son come sit down and I'll tell you," his father patted a chair, "Now where to begin. Oh, yes so many many years ago. No one knows how long ago it was but our family was going through some rough times. We use to know a lot of land and we had a family working for us. One summer one of the people from the families working for us had ruined half a field of crops. This almost ruined our family. One of our family members punished the whole family for the mistake. Still this didn't help our family. See we use to own the crop market so a lot of people came to us. We knew that if anyone had found out what had happened to the crops we would truly be ruined. Then one day an old women just walked out of the woods. She told them that she could fix all of their problems. They soon discussed a deal with the old women," Richards father stopped.

     "What deal did they make Papa. Please, tell me," little Richard pleaded.

     "The deal was that their land will never go bad as long as they did one thing," Richards father paused again.

     "Papa," little Richard whined.

     "Fine, the deal was that as long as they put two of everything they grew in a basket and put it at the edge of the woods their land would never go bad. Our family made the deal with the old women and she left back into the woods. The next summer they grew more crops than ever. They sent out one of their servants to drop off the basket they had promised the old lady, and for years they did this. Then one summer one of the hand maids had accidentally burned the head of the houses clothes. She was punished harshly. When it came time to take the basket to the edge of the woods they had sent one of their servants out to do it as normal. But the servant never dropped off the basket. See the servant was the older brother of the hand maid they had punished. He had known about the deal with the old lady and made it look like our family never sent the basket out. This angered the old lady from the woods. During the winter season she emerged from the woods to get what was promised to her. While she was walking up to the main house she had ran into one of the servants, and it wasn't just any servant. it was the brother of the hand maid. They sat and talked for a while. He told the old lady how our family had been harshly punishing his for years. After hearing this the old lady decided to make a deal with him. The deal was that if his family would treat our family better she would make them the owners of the land," Richards father stopped.

     "Why did our family treat them so badly and what's so bad about us losing our land that seemed a little fair," little Richard said.

     "In the deal that we made with the old lady one of our family members was suppose to drop off the basket but they had sent one of their servants. The old women knew that they weren't dropping off the baskets but she had over looked that. Once she found out how we were treating the other family she knew what she most do. The old lady set a curse upon our family. She switched our families statuses and she also made sure that our family could only have one child so that we could never hurt anyone again," Richards father finished the story.

     "But why would she do that," little Richard asked?

     "Because son," Richards father leaned close to his son, "There's power in numbers. Sometimes good power but in our families case it was bad power."

     "Don't worry father," little Richard put his hand on his fathers, "One day I'll break the curse."

     Little Richards father looked up at his son with tears in his eyes. He saw determination and greatness in his sons eyes. His father knew that his son meant what he said.

The Small Town Part VI - The Daughter named Clara

     "Mother I was wondering if I could go on the school trip tomorrow everyone's going."


     "Clara if everyone jumped into the forbidden lake would you," asked Clara's mother.


     "No," Clara answered. She turned around and walked out of the room.


    "If you don't mind me saying ma'am," the servant began. "I understand that even though Clara isn't your blood you still raised her in such a way. But you must understand that she is still a child and some times they are driven by a certain urge. When you were younger you always had to be the center of attention. Not because of the way you were raised per say but because of what was in your blood."


     "I know you've been working for my family quite some time now, and I strongly believe," Clara's mother paused for effect. "You should retire. I am no longer in need of your services."


     "Ma'am that is a nasty thing to say," the servant replied.


     "And what you said to me was also a nasty thing to say. Now go be the good guy and tell Clara she can go on the trip. You're good at doing things like that," Clara's mother told the servant. He bowed and left the room.


    This was the life of one of the girls. If you can remember her actual blood father had sold her because he could not afford all three of his girls. Clara's blood mother was not in agreement with this at all but her husbands word was the final one. The women that had brought Clara was a very wealthy women who always dreamed of having her very own child. But when she couldn't she decided to find another way to get what she wanted.


     "Ms. Clara I have come to in form you that," Clara cut the servant off.


     "Come look at this Jeffery. It's a white turtle dove," Jeffery the servant walked over to Clara's window to go take a gander. "Jeffery how come you call me Ms.Clara, and why is mother always so serious, and how come you don't have any children of your own," Clara asked?


     "Well miss that's because I was cursed," the servant responds.


     "What do you mean," Clara asked?


     "A long time ago my family had made a deal with a witch. One day they decided they would not go through with that deal so the witch cursed my family. We could only have one child until someone in our family defeated her. A couple of years ago my son decided he would be the one to defeat the witch. He went off into that forest and never came back. Now my family name will end with me."


     "No it wont," Clara told him. She gave him a hug and repeated, "No it won't."


     "Anyway Ms. Clara we need to pick out your clothes for tomorrow because someone's going on a field trip," Jeffery told her. Clara gave Jeffery a big hug and ran over towards her closet.


     "Jeffery if you don't mind me asking but what was your sons name," Clara asked?


     "Yes, well his name was Richard."

Reginold

Reginold    

Despite anything else you may hear just know this is what really happened. The honest to god truth anyone else who says different is a liar.

    So it all started in high school. That’s when I met her, she was beautiful, smart, in fact I’d could even say she was genius, and I really thought we had something special. I remember during my senior year we had wood shop together. I was failing horribly and she, she was at the top of the class. Our teacher had paired us up for the final because the project was a grandfather clock, and our broke ass school couldn’t afford for all of us to make our own. Believe me when I say this girl knew how to work with her hands. Anyway we ended up getting an A++++ and everyone in the class was really mad, cause they knew who actually did the work but still so I passed.

    At the end of the year when everyone was signing yearbooks she walks up to me and just snatches mine out of my hand and puts her’s in my hand. Then she walks off with mine to go find somewhere to sit down and sign it. By the time I got it back the girl had filled up a whole entire page in my year book. I can’t even try to tell you what it said but I can tell you what the P.S message was. It was her cell number.

    So we hooked up for the summer and everything was awesome. She was good at small talk, my mother loved her, and she was amazing when it came to having sex. I couldn’t of asked god for a better girlfriend. Even if he did send another one I still wouldn’t pick that one because I was in love with the girl I had.

    Oh, sorry I’m getting off track. So when summer ended we decided it would be best to give each other space. See she was going to school up north and I was going to the community around the corner. The next time I saw her it was the last day of my second semester. I had just got done my last class for the and I was ready for some fun in the sun. Standing out in the parking lot next to my car was her. She looked more beautiful than the day she left.

    Where did we go? Listen honestly I don’t remember much that day I was a little preoccupied with other things. All I can remember is she drove and I let her. When a hot girl gives you directions you follow them. But what I can tell you is I was home late for dinner that night, and the next two weeks after that day.

    No, my mother never saw her. She kept saying that she didn’t feel like being bothered with each others families. You know what now I remember something she insisted we go on a little week vacation down to the shore. At first I was hesitant but then I decided what the hell why not.

    I don’t know how she paid for it? I think she said something about her aunt having a timeshare or something but I can tell you this that was one hell of a week.

    We never really discussed each other's college love lives. All I know is she missed me, because that’s all she kept saying in between breaths.

    After summer? Well after summer we parted ways again and I didn’t see her until the winter time. She told me she dropped out of school because of the pressure, and that she was going to go live with one of her aunts.

    Trust me if I knew where she was I would be there with her right now. I miss Isabelle so much.

Story Truth from Way Back When I Was In High School

In class I use to write my notes really small, or in cursive. So while the teacher's were up at the front warp driving through the power points I would jot everything down. When one of my fellow classmates lost track or fell behind they would ask to borrow my notes. I would give them that look like "bro I don't know these handwriting skills over here looking like hieroglyphics." But my fellow classmate just snatches my book and starts trying to copy my notes. TRYING, TRIES, looks up at me, TRIED. They just pass my notebook back to me. I lean over and go, "I'll help you when the teacher finishes the power point." AND THAT'S HOW I forced people to talk to my anti-social ass in high school.

Excerpt From A Book I'm Currently Working On

     "I did take the money," Angie said.


     "It doesn't matter kid. I hope you had fun with it," Violet responded.


     "I kinda did until I ended up in the hospital," Angie told Violet.


     "You used the money to go the field trip," Violet asked? Angie nodded her head yes. "See if you had asked for the money instead of stealing it none of this would of happened," Violet said. The room fell quite for a couple of seconds, and then they both started laughing at the same time. Angie's laughing soon turned into her desperately gasping for air. Violet called in and a doctor to help her. They asked Violet to leave the room so they could have some space, and she did.


     Ding! The elevator door opened. Angie's foster mother came bursting out of it like a mad man. Looking around demanding that someone take her to her child. Violet decided to be the brave one.


     "Hey, she's over here," Violet called from in front of Angie's room. Angie's foster mom saw her and began stumbling her way towards her.


     "What's going on," she demanded an answer.


     "Well from what I've heard she was hurt pretty bad," Angie's foster mom cut Violet off.


     "What do you mean hurt? She can't be hurt...no, no, no. How badly is she hurt? Do you think she'll make it up to the ninth? I really need her to make it to the ninth," Violet begins to give her a confused look. "Oh, of course you wouldn't know," then she turns inward towards the room to get a glance at Angie, "That little brat better make it until the ninth. If I don't get that check I'll bring her back to life and kill her myself."


     Over hearing Angie's foster mom's conversation to herself made Violet mad, enraged even. "You really are a piece of shit," Violet said before she knocked her flat on her ass.

5 Laps and Counting

     So when I was younger we lived on the second floor in a two story apartment building. I slept on the top bunk in the room, my little sister on the bottom. One night I had a dream that I was running away from something. Something in the dark. It was taller then me, bigger then me, and faster then me. It would run in front of me causing me to go a different direction every time. It never touched me, trapped me, or even tried. It just kept redirecting me like it was playing a little game with me.


BANG! BANG! BANG!


     I hit my arm into the banister. My father had got up to see who was at the door. When he saw me he asked me why I was in the living room, and I told him I didn't know. He made me go back to bed, and he went to go answer the door.


     In the morning my father asked me what I was doing last night. I told him I honestly don't know. He told me that the neighbor had knocked on the door complaining about someone walking around. He said it sounded like someone was walking a track.