Wednesday, January 7, 2009

The Tie That Binds, Part Four

Last time Fiona was tormented by nightmares and Vivian counted the clouds. This story's so boring I'm posting the next two days! w00t!

January 3, 1743

“Great I’m out here again. I might as well count all the damned clouds. One damn cloud. Two damn clouds. Three damn clouds. Four damn clouds. Five damn clouds.” If only Velvet could see me now, she thought. “I wonder why it didn’t snow yesterday. Dam it’s windy out here.” [Why are you counting clouds? Better yet, why are you out at dawn every morning?]

She pushed a piece of red hair out of her face. Then the snow began to fall. “I spoke to soon,” said Vivian Danner.

* * * * *

“It’s snowing like it’s never snowed before,” said Hesta Fostor.

“Mother, it always snows like that,” said Velvet.

Hesta looked at her daughter sadly. Velvet was a true beauty, but had very bad manners. Velvet was such a negative girl. She was always dressed in black for some reason. Hesta didn’t know why. [Because she’s Goth.]

* * * * *

Several hours later the snow was about a foot deep. And everywhere till the eye can see was white. “It’s beautiful,” said Paige as she looked threw Fiona’s bedroom window.

“It sure is,” she said. Why doesn’t she just leave, Fiona thought.

“It’s so dark out I wonder what time it is,” said Paige.

“Yeah, me too,” Fiona agreed.

“Hello people,” said a voice from the doorway.

Fiona knew emiediately it was Velvet. She looked beautiful in her black dress with lacing at the coller.

“I’m going to my room now,” Paige said.

When Paige left, Velvet hurried over and sat on the bed. “Fiona,” she whispered in a horse voice, “have you noticed anything strange about Paige lately.”

“No, why?”

“Because I think she’s plotting against us.”

“Where did you get an idea like that?”

“I don’t know. It’s just a gut feeling. But Fiona, Paige is dangerous.”

“How can she be dangerous?”

“Because she is.”

She is very scary, Fiona thought. [Paranoid, maybe. But scary?]

“Be careful Fiona, Paige is very dangerous. We have no way of knowing what she might do next.” With that, she stood up and walked out fo the room. Her hair--down for once--flowing gently behind her.

“Velvet is very scary,” Fiona murmered out loud, “very scary indeed.”

* * * * *

“It is so dark outside,” muttered Paige. “Why does it always have to be so dark when it snows? Why do I always have to talk to myself? Why do I always ask myself questions? I don’t know. I just don’t know.” [I don’t even need to snark Paige, do I?]

As she fingered her long black hair she went over her past in her head for some reason. [And what is this past?]

* * * * *

“More damn clouds. That’s all we need, more damn clouds.” Vivian Danner was a very negative person. “I hate these clouds.” [And I hate you. Why are you in this story?]

* * * * *

It had been two days since he had had his encounter with the mysterious girl. But still, he--Adi--could not get her out of his head. She had barely said anything to him. She just studdered. “I really wish I could see her again.” [Perhaps he thinks she’s mentally challenged, and therefore, “easy.”]

* * * * *

“Damn, damn, damn, damn clouds. I really hate these damned clouds.”

* * * * *

“It is so boring, so so so so boring,” Velvet kept muttering to herself. [So is this story.] She kept on muttering that to herself until she fell into an uneasy sleep.

In her dream she was in the sitting room. Everyone she knew was dressed in black. Every was there except Paige.

Where’s Paige, she thought.

Then Fiona answered her question. “Poor Paige, poor Paige. To die that way. Murdered.” Then she started crying.

I have to get out of here, she thought in her dream. Then she tood up and ran outside. Her long blond hair tied in a black velvet ribbin. [Plot point!]

When she was outside she saw there was no snow, but there was a closed casket on the other side of the lawn. She ran right over to it. She saw the place where they aparently planned to bairy the casket. At the head of the grave she saw the headstone.

She read it;

Paige Melinda Fostor
Born January 12, 1727 - Died February 4, 1743
Aged 16 years, 23 days.
Rest in Peace
We will miss you

She walked away from the grave and faced the casket. “Paige can’t be dead,” she murmered out loud. Then she pulled open the coffin lid and peered inside.

“Noooo. . . .” she screamed when she saw her sister’s body. There was dry blood all over her neck. Her eyes had already sank into her head.

Velvet woke up and sat up in bed. She stood up and walked over to the window. It was nighttime. Everyone was probably already asleep. She walked away from the window and out of the room. She walked down the hall to Paiges room. Then stepped inside. Her sister was sound asleep. She went back out into the hall and back to her room.

* * * * *

January 4, 1743

“It is such a lovely day today,” said Fiona as she stepped into the sitting room.

“It sure is,” said Paige.

“Paige, why don’t you go upstairs and get dressed so we can go outside.” [in the blizzard.]

“That is a marvelous idea. I’ll go up there right now and get dressed.

Then she went up the stairs and down the hall to her room. Before she got to her room she noticed someone in the shadows staring at her. Who is that, Paige thought. Then Velvet stepped out of the shadows.

“Why are you staring at me like that, Velvet?”

“No reason,” Velvet answered quite quickly. Then Velvet walked up to her and said. “Be very careful Paige. Very careful.” Then turned around and went to her room.

Velvet is a scary girl, she thought. “Very scary girl.”

* * * * *

When Paige was dressed and ready she went downstairs. “Fiona,” she said.

“Yes, Paige.”

“Have you noticed anything strange about Velvet lately?”

“NO, not really. Why do you ask?”

“Oh. . . . . Uhh. . . . No reason!”

“Well then, let’s go outside then.”

* * * * *

“I am bored. Very, very, very, very, bored. Can’t something exciting ever happen,” Vivian Danner kept mumbling to herself.

“Vivian, I want to do something,” said Vivian’s three year old cousin Evet Danner. [again, Evet=Yvette]

“Evet, there is nothing to freeken do. No why don’t you just shut your little damn mouth and go to your room!”

Startled by the scolding tone, Evet starting screaming. “Ahhhhhhhh. . . . . . . “

“Evet, be a good girl. Plese don’t cry. Ummm. . . I’ll read you a story. I’ll do almost anything.” [I kind of wish she’d sell her soul to the devil to make the kid shut up. It would make this story more interesting. You‘d think it would be more interesting, considering it‘s supposed to be about witchcraft...]

“Ahhhhh. . . .”

“Please shut up before you wake up mother and father.”

“Ahhhhhhh. . . . . .“

“Vivian what is all that noise out there,” asked her mother, Marlo Danner.

“Nothing mom,” she answered her mother.

“Are you sure,” her mother asked, “You haven’t been yelling at Evet again, have you?”


* * * * *

As Velvet was walking down the stairs to go outside she was struggling in trying to keep all her blonde hair in a bun. “I hate my damn hair. I really hate it. I really really reall--”

“Velvet,” said her mother Hesta. “What are you doing.”

“I’m. . . . . uhhhhh. . . . . . Going outside. Bye.” Then she did go outside. As she was walking across the yard to the spot Fiona and Paige were she noticed they were in the exact place the grave and casket were in her dream. Weird, she thought. Mabey it means something. No it can’t mean anything. . . . Or mabey it does.

* * * * *

“It is so much fun out here,” said Paige.

“Yes I know. There hasn’t been this mash snow since. . . . God knows when.”

“That is true. Fiona!”


“It’s Velvet, she’s staring at me again.”

“Sooo. . . . What’s the big deal? I mean Velvets an odd girl. She is always staring at people.” [They all know Velvet's a freak.]

“I know. But, she’s scaring me. I don’t like it when she does that.”

“Velvet, come over here,” screamed Fiona.

Velvet and Fiona, thought Paige. I should have known. They don’t want to be around me. I mean, Fiona is eighteen and Velvet is seventeen--

Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard her sister say, “Velvet, hurry up!”

* * * * *

Why is Paige looking at me like that? Velvet thought uneasily, and why does Fiona keep screaming at me. I might as well go over there. [This is starting to get a bit redundant. Okay, MORE redundant.]

As she was walking over there she noticed that the snow was not at all as deep as she thought it was. “Hi Fiona. Hi Paige. What are you two doing,” she asked.

“We’re just standing and talking,” Paige answered tirely. [That’s not a word.]

“It’s kind of cold out here,” Velvet said acnowlnging [Even if that IS supposed to be acknowledging it still doesn’t work at all right here.] the fact that it wasn’t cold, but stand right there was giving her the creeps.

“I isn’t cold out here Velet,” said Fiona who had just been standing there, aparently lost in thought. [There’s snow on the ground. It’s cold.] “Mabey you’re sick.”

“I don’t think so. I’m going over to the Danner’s house.”

“Bye,” Fiona and Paige said at the same time.

* * * * *

“So many damn clouds. So, so, so, so, many damn clouds,” Vivan was repeating the phrase over and over again. [Inspiration a bit dry?]

“Vivian, I want to do something,” said Evet. Evet had long red hair and dark blue eyes, just like her cousin.

“You want to do something. I know what you can do! Go to hell!”

* * * * *

Velvet walked up to the Danner’s house just in time to her Vivian yell go to hell to her cousin. Velvet aproached the door slowly and tapped on the door. She waited a moment, then a figure apeared in the window, then Vivian opened the door. [That’s the worst written paragraph yet!]

“Oh hi Velvet. What brings you here?”

“I was just in the neiborhood. You know what, I had the strangest dream last night!”

* * * * *

When Velvet got back to the house that night, everybody was asleep. So she quietly climbed the stairs and went to her room.

* * * * *

She was in the sitting room. Everybody except Paige was there dressed in black and weeping. Except Velvet she just sat on the chair and stared at the floor. I wonder what she’s thinking about, thought Fiona.

Fiona didn’t want to stay there. It was scaring her the way everybody was. She got up and walked outside. “Hmmmm, no snow.”

She noticed a casket and an already prepared grave on the other side of the yard. Fiona really wanted to find out what was going on. Then she walked over to the grave with the headstone.

She gasped as she read it:

Paige Melinda Fostor
Born January 12, 1727 - Died February 4, 1743
Aged 16 years, 23 days.
Rest in Peace
We will miss you

Fiona woke up right away and sat up in bed. “What a horible nightmare. Another horrible nightmare. I hate these nightmares so much. So much.”

* * * * *

It is so boring this time of morning night. So very very boring.”

* * * * *

I was telling my mother how awful this story is and she replied, “And you wondered why I never wanted to read your stories.” Mean mother. Anywho, next time: the final installment of The Tie That Binds! I would say it’s the thrilling conclusion but I would be lying. There is a nice argument though. ^_^

1 comment:

Fear Street said...

Those damn clouds! I love the gratuitous use of the word 'damn'.