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Well, as I promised *cough* here is the journal that i said that I would write last...time. xd It's Sunday! NO!! That means tomorrow I have to go back to school...*tear* But! I was thinking of posting one of my stories that I wrote in English class a month ago. It's not such a bad story, I actually posted it on RvB, but now I'll post it on Gaia too. Se here is the story, it's called
On a lonely, desolate island, there stood a house covered in moss and dead tree leaves. A family with two children, twin boys, and a dog used to live there. Until last summer. Last summer, there was a big storm, some say it was a hurricane, but others know better. It was the curse of the Island God. No one knows his name, no one will. The family who lived in that house, found a mysterious scroll one eventful day. The day that the storm came.
As the father of the family opened the scroll, looking at the images and words, which he couldn’t read, he noticed that the images looked very similar to his house, his wife, and his two kids. He noticed that the supposed figure of a woman was hanged, and the two supposed kids were both in a hole, maybe a tub of some sort, full of dark liquid water. He was frightened, but not to the point of screaming, until he noticed 3 similar words he understood, under each image, his wife’s and his boys’ names. He was a superstitious man, and he knew this was a sign, a very bad one at that.
He ran into the house and stopped dead in the hall. He saw his wife hanging by his tie in the middle of the hall, her neck apparently broken. He couldn’t believe what he saw, he touched her face, but it was cold as winter morning. He cried. Then he remembered the two figures in the tub, his twins. He avoided his wife’s body and ran up the stairs to look for the twins, he noticed that the bathroom door was ajar, he knew he closed it, locked it a few hours ago, accidentally locked it. He was looking for something to pry open the bathroom door before he found the scroll, he knew there was something bad about the scroll he found, but didn’t think anything of it, until now. He slowly walked to the bathroom door, and peeked in. What he saw was madness, it was nightmare itself. His twins, his two boys’, were sitting opposite of each other in the bathtub, their throats slashed open. Apparently from a powerful force, he knew because he could see the bones. His world shattered, collapsed on him like a ton of bricks. He couldn’t believe this, he didn’t want to believe it. He stood by the bathroom door, weeping, sobbing. He looked at the scroll he held, and knew what he needed to do.
He trudged down stairs to the living room, towards the fireplace. He kneeled before it, put some logs into it, and lit it on fire. He waited a while to let the flame consume the logs, and then he threw the scroll into the fire.
Screams! Horrible screams could be heard from the outside, from the jungle, deep in the jungle. He thought he knew what made those screams. When he couldn’t hear the screams anymore, he thought he’d done it. He then went to his study room, grabbed his revolver, he put it in his belt buckle, and went to get his wife and kids. He took his wife and kids, one by one, to their garden. He dug a hole right by their tree they planted when they moved in several years ago. As he threw the last of the dirt on them, he then raised his gun to his, prayed, asked them to forgive him, and pulled the trigger.
Rain. The pleasant sound of falling rain, the pitter-patter sound of the rain hitting the roof of the house, the trees, and the anguished face of the man. Why was his face anguished? No one knows, only the dead know now.
Before he pulled the trigger, he looked up into their tree, and saw…IT. It starred back right at him, its red eyes glaring right through him, its canines bared, his dark, almost ebony black fur blowing in the wind. He knew who it was, before he reacted, his finger pulled the trigger, too late. He fell, silent for eternity. The creature jumped down from the tree and looked up to the sky, it knew it was going to rain, there was going to be a storm. It snickered, and trudged back into its home, his life, his island.
 Ozrota · Sun Mar 02, 2008 @ 07:03pm · 0 Comments |
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