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October 10th!
For staff, I have decided to start logging into mara with my phone, please don't ban me! :(
So, this is my list to remind me of this. Ya, the wish list is really nice, but I always forget its there and this is easier to see and find. (Will be constantly messed with)
Goal: - 1758 Memory points to get all plushies 28/1758
Another story for my friend Ed. I know I don't have the best grammar, but I feel very happy about this story.
Lost Soul
Ed sat quietly in his room, watching the clouds pas by above, and cars, as they softly zoomed by in the distance. He hadn???t seen his parents in a few months and had just gotten off the phone, having been told that his parents would be returning home that same day. Impatiently, he had thrown some clothes on and, fairly quickly, slammed his rear into his chair he keeps by the window. Ed had been watching the clouds for a few hours till he realized that he had forgotten something. Slowly, Ed rose from his seat and made his way down to the basement.
The scent of soil, as Ed opened the basement door, and the haunting sound of someone panically digging in the dirt flooded threw his mind. Forcefully he had to shove that memory out of his mind. Ed calmly walked down the stairs to the basement floor, and then walked to the door separating the half finished basement with the half still made of dirt and opened the door.
Ed smiled at the shivering and fearful being of his sister, chained to the walls of the basement, and gaged by cloth. He closed the door behind himself and slowly made his way to her being. Softly he brushed his fingers across her cheek, feeling her flinch at his touch. Ed walked to the bucket of murky water near her and pulled out a soaked sponge. He kneeled in front of her and began to dab her face with the sponge. As she began to cry, Ed giggled and leaned into her ear, softly he whispered, ???Don???t worry, mother and father will be here soon, they will free you from your guilt.???
Sophi and her husband Eric set their eyes on the house they lost both there children in. They both fought back tears as all the memories they had in that house flooded back to them, most importantly the day their daughter ran away and the day they found out who killed and raped there son. Sophi looked up to her husband as the fire department drove up and began to set up, ready to help keep the fire at the house and under control. Eric softly nodded at the men armed with flamethrowers and he and his wife took a few steps back as they began to light the house. Sophi softly gasped and grabbed her husband???s arm, he knew why she jumped, he felt it as well. Before they both left the house, they could always feel their son???s presence. They always wondered, however, why they never could feel their daughter???s presence. They looked from each other to the house, now engulfed in flames. Just for a moment, at the peak of the burning, they both could softly hear a scream coming from the burning house.
The fire, subsiding after an hour of burning, was quickly put out. As fire department began to search threw the debris, Sophi and Eric walked up to the now destroyed house to finally say goodbye to their children. Ed smiled as a firefighter yelled at his parents. With wide eyes, his parents rushed down into the debris to the still standing wall from the basement. Ed walked up to them as they smashed down the door, and laughed when his mother screamed in horror.
Ed stood next to his sister???s body, watching his parent???s reaction as they read the scars on her body. His mother fell to her knees as tears flooded her sight, the firemen stepped back to give his parents space. Ed smirked as he listened to his father???s voice one last time??? ???My name is Ed, my sister rapped and killed me. My sister died by my hands, and will never return again. Don???t harm me again, or you will get a visit in the night???
This is one of my short stories, a friend on here, unknowingly gave me the beginning of this story and turns out that he loves it. I have decided to share it with everyone. Please, critic, examine, judge, ext. I am not a professional, but I love to write and receive helpful advise.
Faded Secrets
Ed sat quietly at the top of the center tower in his parents??? Victorian style house. He watched as the carriages passed by at the base of the dirt drive leading to the house. He softly sighed as he rose from his seat and descended down the stairs back down to the main floor. Ed???s eyes wandered the inner walls of the house. The once beautiful and graceful blue wallpaper, now, faded dearly from age and peeling away in odd places, like cheese off of a block. The carpets, once soft and graceful, now fraying like a beast used them to sharpen its claws. Ed slowly ventured through the halls, looking within the rooms, counting the cobwebs and listening to the soft humming cries from caught flies and other flying bugs. He came to a sudden stop, as his being meet face to face with a familiar door. Ed, hesitantly, reached a hand out to the old wooden door. Its hinges, showing many years of use, the doorknob almost formed to the perfect mold of a grown mans hand. He softly ran his hand over the door face, felling the splinters from many times a boy being thrown into the door, before being shoved down the horrid staircase, just past the door. Ed shivered from the memories of his father coming home drunk, and his mother being far away for work. Forcing himself to shake such memory, he walked quietly into the parlor room. In the big old chair that his father loved oh so much, sat a body. As Ed got closer, he could see the ropes tied to the mans ankles, making the skin around the rope changing soft colors of blue and blacks. His wrists were shackled to the chair, the chains softly clinking as the man breathed. The man breathed in, trying to force air into his lungs, the difficulty and lack of strength could be heard with each breath. Ed walked to the front of the chair and looked down at the man. He was malnourished and looked like a bag of bones being held together with skin. His shirt, having been shredded, revealed skin, with scars and claw marks from small rodents. The man looked at Ed, with a plea for help but soon lost his strength and passed out for a second. Ed looked away from the man and walked to the front door. Out the front window, he could see lights flickering out, as people were heading to bed. Ed opened the door and closed it firmly behind him. Ed walked calmly to the middle of the drive and turned to look at the house, as he looked up to the center tower and saw the reflection of his mothers face, a wicked grin drew itself onto Ed???s face. Fog quickly began to swarm around the old house on the hill, and no one could understand why. As a little girl sat on her window, her feet dangling against the side of her house, she watched, mesmerized, as the fog stopped at the edge of the property. She was told a boy named Ed used to live there with his mother and father. Everyone knew the story of Ed and how his mother was murdered, in the center tower, by his father. Every one knew, and everyone who passed tried hard not to look up to the windows, for you could see the mother, standing in the center tower. An all the kids, whom were dared to venture to the houses steps, could hear the father???s screams and cries for help. But she, she alone has seen Ed, for every night, right before the fog comes in, he exits his house and fades away in the same spot he was said to have killed himself to stop him from burring his home. To this day, you can still venture to this house to see and hear such things. But the one thing no one will ever be able to hear are the screams and cries of a young boy who was harmed by his drunken father for fifteen years.
