Post by SuibuOgami on Jun 15, 2005 21:51:18 GMT
The 67’ Chevy affectionately known as the ”Moving Junk Heap” puttered to a stop on the side of the old abandoned highway. A figure cursed and climbed out of the driver seat, slammed the car door and spun back, leaning against it. Thunder suddenly crashed overhead, causing the figure to jump as lightning arced across the sky. Jason McGinnis cursed again and took a deep breath. At 5’11”, he had sandy blond hair and bright green eyes that some ladies found absolutely irresistible. And now, on his way home for collage break, he found himself stopping at every red light, getting caught in every traffic jam and catching every bad turn Lady Luck threw at him. He walked around to the front of the car and lifted the hood, methodically running down the list of possible problems. 10 minutes later, he got to the end of that list and still found nothing wrong with it. He walked around, looking for something wrong with the car until he came to the back. There was a steady stream of shiny liquid coming from under the car. He got down on his stomach and looked under it and was shocked. The stream was coming from a large tank where it looked like a rock had hit it. The engine was leaking gas! He stood up, shaken by how close he had come to being roasted. Sparks from that rock could have easily ignited the gasoline, causing the gas tank to explode! He shook his head and leaned up off the car, walked to the other side of the road and plopped down in the dirt. Just then, it started to rain. His shoulders slumped and he glared at the car. “Great,” he said to himself. “It can’t get ANY worse then-” Lightning struck in an instant, blinding him and igniting the fuel leak. A mere moment after the lightning flashed, the car exploded in a great burning ball of fire. Jason was hurled back from his sitting position and fell back into the ditch, hitting his head on a rock. Dimly he noticed the ditch rapidly filling with rain water and figured he should get up. Then his senses faded.
Jason became aware of the sound of rain to his right and light he could see through his eyelids. He even realized he was dry and warm. His body had probably adapted to the temperature so he couldn’t even feel it, which basically meant his limbs were for the most part numb. But what was must interesting, was the sounds of shoes scuffing around him, and even more interesting then that, the sound of muffled whispering.
“Maybe we should call the doctor…”
“-He could be a criminal!”
“-Look how strangely he’s dressed-”
“He must be a cowboy, I’ve seen them wear clothes like that.”
“No no! Shh shh he’s waking up!”
Jason had decided that was enough and propped himself up on his elbows. Opening his eyes and blinking blearily, he looked around at what appeared to be a small living room, decorated like something out of the 1920’s, and he was on the couch. In the corner were huddled four strangely dressed people, like something out of the 1920‘s; two men and two women. One of the women, a young woman in fine looking clothes and looking to be in her late 20’s straightened up and walked over to him while the others hissed at her to come back. She had short, curly blond hair, looked to be died platinum, perky lips and a slim figure with gentle eyes.
“Are you all right?” she asked calmly. It took Jason a minute to answer, his memory fuzzy. “I… I think so. What happened?”
“You were found in the river.”
“River? I remember a ditch but…”
“Well that would explain it. The ditches run into the river.”
Jason looked away, his head shaky. “Oh. Not to be rude but uh, who are you and where am I?”
“My name is Rosette Winters. You’re currently at the Rosewood Inn, and my associates in the corner are…fellow residents. The small bald Japanese man with the trench coat in the Corner is Cho Xing. The tall handsome man in the brown coat and glasses is Charles Perkins; he’s an inventor.” She stopped, but she had missed one introduction. A tall, beautiful woman stepped forward and walked, hips swaying, toward them. Wow, Jason thought; last of the blonde bombshells! Who was this little vixen? As if reading his mind, she answered, “Fiona; Fiona Babette.” She held out her hand giving a sultry smile. Was it hot in here or was it just him? The other three made a simultaneous disgusted sound in their throats. Jason sat up. “Do you have a phone I could use?” he asked. The inventor chose this moment to jump into the conversation.
“Indubitably! But, it’s not in use due to the storm outside. I surmise that one of the telephone poles were struck by lightning sending its charge to all the phones in the district thereby short circuiting and essentially frying-”
“-It’s broken,” Fiona said flatly. Rosette walked over to the inventor and took him by the arm.
“Don’t worry Charles, I’ll sit and hear you speak of why the phones don’t work.” With that, Rosette stormed of in a huff, dragging the good inventor with her.
“I guess I’ll just have to wait out the storm here then,” Jason said. Fiona purred in his ear and crossed her legs, one almost hooking his.
“Oh, that’s too bad,” she said, fingering his shirt collar. Cho the Japanese man appeared out of nowhere in front of Jason.
“Psst! Hey buddy,” he whispered. Suddenly he turned toward them and flung open his trench coat. Light reflected off the surface of what had to be over a hundred firecrackers hanging from the inside of his jacket. Jason almost laughed. Where he came from, people who did that showed a lot more then firecrackers.
“Ugh, you little wretch! What did I tell you about doing that?” Fiona grabbed one of the firecrackers and threw it into the fireplace despite Cho‘s attempt to catch it. Suddenly it exploded, sending sparks all over the room and onto Cho’s coat. Cho was out of that jacket in a flash and leaving it behind, shouting at Fiona that she was crazy. That was the least of their worries though as the rest of the room quickly caught fire. He stood and pulled Fiona up. “We got to get out of here!” he yelled. They made for the hall, but fire roared up along the carpet. Charles was there on the other side in a moment. Jason hugged Fiona’s shoulders with one arm, scooped up her legs with the other and tossed her over the flames into Charles’s arms. Suddenly from above him there was a loud groan. A wooden support beam crashed directly in front of him. There was no way he could jump across that! “Go! Get outta here! I’ll find another way out!” Jason leapt onto the couch, across a burning table and jumped onto a chair. The floor it seemed was completely on fire now. Looking around, he realized he had nowhere to go. He was trapped! Suddenly, he felt very light headed. His eyes rolled back in his head and he fell into unconsciousness.
Light flashed through his eyelids; red-blue, red-blue, red-blue… His whole body felt as if he’d stuck his tongue in an electric socket. He groaned and tried to sit up, but a hand pushed him gently back down.
“Whoa, hold your horses there son, you been in a real bad accident.”
Jason peeked his eyes open at an officer kneeling over him.
“What about the others?”
“What others?”
“The people at the Rosewood inn. Did they escape the fire?”
“Fire? Rosewood Inn? What?!- Son, are you high? There ain’t been no one at the Rosewood Inn since it burned down 83 years ago.”
Jason looked up at him, startled. “What?!”
To all my readers: This is the first in a series of stories I have just sitting on my computer from my Creative Writing class. I figure why not just share my genius pieces of art (jk) with the rest of the world and become rich and famous that way? Enjoy! Oh! And any donations you would like to make to the "Make Laura Rich!" foundation can be done so by contacting my lackie - eb - um, Suibu. Thank you!
*Of course I had to really shorten these up and take out a lot of charectertistics and details to satisfy the teacher which really poed me, buuuuut maybe someday I'll get bored enough to add them back in.
Jason became aware of the sound of rain to his right and light he could see through his eyelids. He even realized he was dry and warm. His body had probably adapted to the temperature so he couldn’t even feel it, which basically meant his limbs were for the most part numb. But what was must interesting, was the sounds of shoes scuffing around him, and even more interesting then that, the sound of muffled whispering.
“Maybe we should call the doctor…”
“-He could be a criminal!”
“-Look how strangely he’s dressed-”
“He must be a cowboy, I’ve seen them wear clothes like that.”
“No no! Shh shh he’s waking up!”
Jason had decided that was enough and propped himself up on his elbows. Opening his eyes and blinking blearily, he looked around at what appeared to be a small living room, decorated like something out of the 1920’s, and he was on the couch. In the corner were huddled four strangely dressed people, like something out of the 1920‘s; two men and two women. One of the women, a young woman in fine looking clothes and looking to be in her late 20’s straightened up and walked over to him while the others hissed at her to come back. She had short, curly blond hair, looked to be died platinum, perky lips and a slim figure with gentle eyes.
“Are you all right?” she asked calmly. It took Jason a minute to answer, his memory fuzzy. “I… I think so. What happened?”
“You were found in the river.”
“River? I remember a ditch but…”
“Well that would explain it. The ditches run into the river.”
Jason looked away, his head shaky. “Oh. Not to be rude but uh, who are you and where am I?”
“My name is Rosette Winters. You’re currently at the Rosewood Inn, and my associates in the corner are…fellow residents. The small bald Japanese man with the trench coat in the Corner is Cho Xing. The tall handsome man in the brown coat and glasses is Charles Perkins; he’s an inventor.” She stopped, but she had missed one introduction. A tall, beautiful woman stepped forward and walked, hips swaying, toward them. Wow, Jason thought; last of the blonde bombshells! Who was this little vixen? As if reading his mind, she answered, “Fiona; Fiona Babette.” She held out her hand giving a sultry smile. Was it hot in here or was it just him? The other three made a simultaneous disgusted sound in their throats. Jason sat up. “Do you have a phone I could use?” he asked. The inventor chose this moment to jump into the conversation.
“Indubitably! But, it’s not in use due to the storm outside. I surmise that one of the telephone poles were struck by lightning sending its charge to all the phones in the district thereby short circuiting and essentially frying-”
“-It’s broken,” Fiona said flatly. Rosette walked over to the inventor and took him by the arm.
“Don’t worry Charles, I’ll sit and hear you speak of why the phones don’t work.” With that, Rosette stormed of in a huff, dragging the good inventor with her.
“I guess I’ll just have to wait out the storm here then,” Jason said. Fiona purred in his ear and crossed her legs, one almost hooking his.
“Oh, that’s too bad,” she said, fingering his shirt collar. Cho the Japanese man appeared out of nowhere in front of Jason.
“Psst! Hey buddy,” he whispered. Suddenly he turned toward them and flung open his trench coat. Light reflected off the surface of what had to be over a hundred firecrackers hanging from the inside of his jacket. Jason almost laughed. Where he came from, people who did that showed a lot more then firecrackers.
“Ugh, you little wretch! What did I tell you about doing that?” Fiona grabbed one of the firecrackers and threw it into the fireplace despite Cho‘s attempt to catch it. Suddenly it exploded, sending sparks all over the room and onto Cho’s coat. Cho was out of that jacket in a flash and leaving it behind, shouting at Fiona that she was crazy. That was the least of their worries though as the rest of the room quickly caught fire. He stood and pulled Fiona up. “We got to get out of here!” he yelled. They made for the hall, but fire roared up along the carpet. Charles was there on the other side in a moment. Jason hugged Fiona’s shoulders with one arm, scooped up her legs with the other and tossed her over the flames into Charles’s arms. Suddenly from above him there was a loud groan. A wooden support beam crashed directly in front of him. There was no way he could jump across that! “Go! Get outta here! I’ll find another way out!” Jason leapt onto the couch, across a burning table and jumped onto a chair. The floor it seemed was completely on fire now. Looking around, he realized he had nowhere to go. He was trapped! Suddenly, he felt very light headed. His eyes rolled back in his head and he fell into unconsciousness.
Light flashed through his eyelids; red-blue, red-blue, red-blue… His whole body felt as if he’d stuck his tongue in an electric socket. He groaned and tried to sit up, but a hand pushed him gently back down.
“Whoa, hold your horses there son, you been in a real bad accident.”
Jason peeked his eyes open at an officer kneeling over him.
“What about the others?”
“What others?”
“The people at the Rosewood inn. Did they escape the fire?”
“Fire? Rosewood Inn? What?!- Son, are you high? There ain’t been no one at the Rosewood Inn since it burned down 83 years ago.”
Jason looked up at him, startled. “What?!”
To all my readers: This is the first in a series of stories I have just sitting on my computer from my Creative Writing class. I figure why not just share my genius pieces of art (jk) with the rest of the world and become rich and famous that way? Enjoy! Oh! And any donations you would like to make to the "Make Laura Rich!" foundation can be done so by contacting my lackie - eb - um, Suibu. Thank you!
*Of course I had to really shorten these up and take out a lot of charectertistics and details to satisfy the teacher which really poed me, buuuuut maybe someday I'll get bored enough to add them back in.