Monday, August 13, 2012
Hey! So because of my lack of things to do I've decided to get back to blogging (even though i never really was) But anyway from this point one i'll try my best to blog once a week! but one thing i have noticed the my old blogs are like a little kid wrote them so i will try to act more "adult." Nothing HUGE has been going on but i mean something had to happen so here's what i have. Um Eric feel into the fire as most of you know, um my friend's car flipped but shes fine (thank the heavens!), I am in Ohio once again and it feels just like home, and umm I started blogging again! But yeah Let me just tell you that being on here again sort of feels like i never stopped. But I wish i had something to actually talk about. I really have nothing else to say so yeah Blog to ya later! :)
-Sam
(should i maybe even turn this into a journal? What do you think?)
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Mystery story!!
Okay so in school for Connections we had to make a mystery story! Since I have posted a post in such a long time (sorry!!!) I decided why not just post my story on here and do something fun!! Enjoy!!
Oh and btw If you don't like a little horror in stories DO NOT READ!
The Mystery Of The Three Children
Reader,
That night as I remember is like a vivid image right before my eyes and will be imbedded in my head forever and ever. There are many different tales and rumors. But I can rely only on mine own memory. Oh, and pardon my manners. I am Elizabeth Clairize Rose. I also have…. Well had a brother whose name was Charles James Rose and a sister known as Jane Rose. Her middle name though is still unknown to me since she never dared say it. I don’t know why though, but let’s move on. Now, before I tell the tale you must be cautious and say not a word about this. Let’s begin….. That’s if you really want too.
My journey all began at the age six, Jane eight, and Charles at ten. It was 1864 and the civil war had begun. My father had to go to war as most men did. When the recruiter came my reaction to my father leaving was horrid since I loved him so much and ended up as a result of the recruiter having a broken nose. Sadly, though my father didn’t last very long at war and got shot. May my father rest in peace he was a great man… My mother after my father’s death was never the same again. She never came out of her room and when she did she said but one phrase. “Death is in the air, death is in the air.” Soon after my father’s death my mother got a severe case of Tuberculoses. Of course my siblings and I were devastated and then the day came. She did the year 1865 and then we were all alone.
I remember my first and favorite orphanage my siblings and I went too. The place was called Mary Jenkins house for kids. It was located in South Carolina, a dark place at the time. Mary (the owner of the house) was very creative and always made everyone (especially I) feel belonged. It had a big benefit on me as I didn’t have to worry about a family; I just had to worry about me being me. Now this was only to happen when Mary was around but when she wasn’t it was pure chaos. My sister (Jane if you forgot) got in many fights then when Mary wasn’t around and a proportion of the people there despised her. About one year later troops with George Washington as captain came to save us. But why? We were safe and we didn’t need their help! All the sudden there was a BOOM and Mary was gone. I don’t remember much after that except for the sounds. The ones that stood out to me were guns shots, screaming much like a war in fact it was one. In fact it was one. The next thing I most remember is the after- war scene. It was gruesome. The floor was covered in dead bodies as if the humans were the floors. There were about 50-100 people killed but it was a small place. All my friends, strangers, even Mary gone, there was no alternative, it was already done. For some reason though, that age I was, was the age I stayed.
After that no orphanage felt like home to me. The clearest memory to me was my least favorite “home.” The title of the place was called Marley’s house for kids. I arrived there by train. All though it was in the mountains and you couldn’t see it. The context of it seemed all too weird. Marley never was seen. He should have justified why. The funny thing though was all the children were kind and sweet unlike my first orphanage that were rude and uncaring. All though I did make some friends but I was younger so they didn’t seem to care or notice me at all. Yet again I was youngest and weakest of the group. The children even indicated that I, Elizabeth Clairize Rose was by far, the outcast of the group. There were even a variable amount of people who said it but I didn’t mind. During this time it was like my brother and sisters changed lives. Now Charles was aggressive and Jane was peaceful and kind hearted. It was so odd getting in fights daily with my brother and not with Jane. I always got over it and my life soon changed March 6, 1866 when she came.
It happened all too fast so I may forget some parts. But when she came rumors spread like wild fire in a dry forest. The rumor or rumors went something like this: She picks out as many children as she likes, then brings them to her “restaurant.” After she does that she chooses to either eat them or serve the children as food to the customers, depending on what she wanted. Hearing this almost made me pass out. I knew for a fact then that I didn’t want her to pick me. But she did along with my siblings.
Then the day came had come. It was all so backwards to me! Marley came out, and even spoke saying, “Children! The day has come the many or just one will be given a new home and have a-a-a-a mother.” After he said that so many things zoomed around in my head! What is her? What If she picks my siblings? Is she really mean and horrid as people say? In the next second or so after thinking through those things she came in and all went silent and no one dared say a word thinking if they would she would “do something to them.”
“Why helloooo children! I’m so glad to see you all!” She had spoken with a thick Russia accent.
“Oh h-h-h-hello ma’am! I’m so glad...”
“BE QUIET! I’m here to claim my children and leave! I DO NOT want your silly none sense holding me back from doing so!”
“Yes, yes of course…” Marley had his head down as if filled with so much shame he couldn’t hold it up.
“That will do,” She said and rolled he eyes. “Now I shall choose! I want him, and her, and OHHHH my! Her!” She was pointing at me, me! The ladies even choose Charles and Jane as interesting as that was.
“Of course… let me just get the paper for you.” Joes immediately after saying that walked away too get the papers. While Marley was gone, she gathers all of us three children and told us to listen. Of course we obeyed since we didn’t know what she was capable of. Then Marley came in, and handed her the papers. After she was done filling out the papers which filled out, we then all walked out together.
“Hold hands!” She said, winked, and POOF we disappeared and reappeared in her “restaurant.” Alright, I thought when we got there. We were on step two.
The first thing I saw when we arrived there is the darkness and how murky the air. It took a couple of minutes for my eyes to adjust and even then I couldn’t see that well.
“Come here you two I have customers to serve.” Then without warning she grabbed Charles and Jane’s arms and left. Thirty minutes later she returned with blood all over her shirt and pants.
I screamed when I saw her, “Where are they!?”
She just laughed and said “gone!” Out of anger I lunged at her and used all my strength to punch and kick her. I want her to feel the pain I was feeling but worse than me. But I was no match for her and she flung me of like I was a piece of dust on her. My first instinct was to run which wasn’t my best decision ever. I ran though and ran as fast as I could until I reached a door. It was very strange though but I had no choice but to go through it. When I opened it I discovered it led to an “alley” if you will and had walls of huge cement to block it off. It was so tall that it even towered over me. Of course she came in behind me and shut the door so there was no escape route for me. Then as I backed away from her she came closer and closer to me until I bumped into the wall and in a corner. By then I knew it was the end for me. I was going to die and there was no way for me to get out of it.
“P-p-please don’t kill me!” I cried.
“Oh, how could you think that my dear? But you shall live to tell the tale of me! I am Scarlet Monique Grazilda!” That was her name. Finally she had revealed herself, but why to me? Again why, why? But before I could say another word all was dark. Only buy a few minutes passed and I awoke. Where was she? I felt different and I was floating. My appearance was different and I had no cares or desires or in other words feelings. I was even in a creepy house with nothing but me in it, and I was all alone.
But reader that is my story. Now right know your thinking the same thing I was. Why me? Why me? Well I will tell you. This is why I choose you because I had to fulfill my destiny and share my story! After all Scarlet told me I had to tell of her and the legendary her. But reader thank you, thank you for setting me free.
-E. C. R.
Enjoy! All i'm very sorry It's long! I hope you enjoyed it!
- Sam Mathusek
Oh and btw If you don't like a little horror in stories DO NOT READ!
The Mystery Of The Three Children
Reader,
That night as I remember is like a vivid image right before my eyes and will be imbedded in my head forever and ever. There are many different tales and rumors. But I can rely only on mine own memory. Oh, and pardon my manners. I am Elizabeth Clairize Rose. I also have…. Well had a brother whose name was Charles James Rose and a sister known as Jane Rose. Her middle name though is still unknown to me since she never dared say it. I don’t know why though, but let’s move on. Now, before I tell the tale you must be cautious and say not a word about this. Let’s begin….. That’s if you really want too.
My journey all began at the age six, Jane eight, and Charles at ten. It was 1864 and the civil war had begun. My father had to go to war as most men did. When the recruiter came my reaction to my father leaving was horrid since I loved him so much and ended up as a result of the recruiter having a broken nose. Sadly, though my father didn’t last very long at war and got shot. May my father rest in peace he was a great man… My mother after my father’s death was never the same again. She never came out of her room and when she did she said but one phrase. “Death is in the air, death is in the air.” Soon after my father’s death my mother got a severe case of Tuberculoses. Of course my siblings and I were devastated and then the day came. She did the year 1865 and then we were all alone.
I remember my first and favorite orphanage my siblings and I went too. The place was called Mary Jenkins house for kids. It was located in South Carolina, a dark place at the time. Mary (the owner of the house) was very creative and always made everyone (especially I) feel belonged. It had a big benefit on me as I didn’t have to worry about a family; I just had to worry about me being me. Now this was only to happen when Mary was around but when she wasn’t it was pure chaos. My sister (Jane if you forgot) got in many fights then when Mary wasn’t around and a proportion of the people there despised her. About one year later troops with George Washington as captain came to save us. But why? We were safe and we didn’t need their help! All the sudden there was a BOOM and Mary was gone. I don’t remember much after that except for the sounds. The ones that stood out to me were guns shots, screaming much like a war in fact it was one. In fact it was one. The next thing I most remember is the after- war scene. It was gruesome. The floor was covered in dead bodies as if the humans were the floors. There were about 50-100 people killed but it was a small place. All my friends, strangers, even Mary gone, there was no alternative, it was already done. For some reason though, that age I was, was the age I stayed.
After that no orphanage felt like home to me. The clearest memory to me was my least favorite “home.” The title of the place was called Marley’s house for kids. I arrived there by train. All though it was in the mountains and you couldn’t see it. The context of it seemed all too weird. Marley never was seen. He should have justified why. The funny thing though was all the children were kind and sweet unlike my first orphanage that were rude and uncaring. All though I did make some friends but I was younger so they didn’t seem to care or notice me at all. Yet again I was youngest and weakest of the group. The children even indicated that I, Elizabeth Clairize Rose was by far, the outcast of the group. There were even a variable amount of people who said it but I didn’t mind. During this time it was like my brother and sisters changed lives. Now Charles was aggressive and Jane was peaceful and kind hearted. It was so odd getting in fights daily with my brother and not with Jane. I always got over it and my life soon changed March 6, 1866 when she came.
It happened all too fast so I may forget some parts. But when she came rumors spread like wild fire in a dry forest. The rumor or rumors went something like this: She picks out as many children as she likes, then brings them to her “restaurant.” After she does that she chooses to either eat them or serve the children as food to the customers, depending on what she wanted. Hearing this almost made me pass out. I knew for a fact then that I didn’t want her to pick me. But she did along with my siblings.
Then the day came had come. It was all so backwards to me! Marley came out, and even spoke saying, “Children! The day has come the many or just one will be given a new home and have a-a-a-a mother.” After he said that so many things zoomed around in my head! What is her? What If she picks my siblings? Is she really mean and horrid as people say? In the next second or so after thinking through those things she came in and all went silent and no one dared say a word thinking if they would she would “do something to them.”
“Why helloooo children! I’m so glad to see you all!” She had spoken with a thick Russia accent.
“Oh h-h-h-hello ma’am! I’m so glad...”
“BE QUIET! I’m here to claim my children and leave! I DO NOT want your silly none sense holding me back from doing so!”
“Yes, yes of course…” Marley had his head down as if filled with so much shame he couldn’t hold it up.
“That will do,” She said and rolled he eyes. “Now I shall choose! I want him, and her, and OHHHH my! Her!” She was pointing at me, me! The ladies even choose Charles and Jane as interesting as that was.
“Of course… let me just get the paper for you.” Joes immediately after saying that walked away too get the papers. While Marley was gone, she gathers all of us three children and told us to listen. Of course we obeyed since we didn’t know what she was capable of. Then Marley came in, and handed her the papers. After she was done filling out the papers which filled out, we then all walked out together.
“Hold hands!” She said, winked, and POOF we disappeared and reappeared in her “restaurant.” Alright, I thought when we got there. We were on step two.
The first thing I saw when we arrived there is the darkness and how murky the air. It took a couple of minutes for my eyes to adjust and even then I couldn’t see that well.
“Come here you two I have customers to serve.” Then without warning she grabbed Charles and Jane’s arms and left. Thirty minutes later she returned with blood all over her shirt and pants.
I screamed when I saw her, “Where are they!?”
She just laughed and said “gone!” Out of anger I lunged at her and used all my strength to punch and kick her. I want her to feel the pain I was feeling but worse than me. But I was no match for her and she flung me of like I was a piece of dust on her. My first instinct was to run which wasn’t my best decision ever. I ran though and ran as fast as I could until I reached a door. It was very strange though but I had no choice but to go through it. When I opened it I discovered it led to an “alley” if you will and had walls of huge cement to block it off. It was so tall that it even towered over me. Of course she came in behind me and shut the door so there was no escape route for me. Then as I backed away from her she came closer and closer to me until I bumped into the wall and in a corner. By then I knew it was the end for me. I was going to die and there was no way for me to get out of it.
“P-p-please don’t kill me!” I cried.
“Oh, how could you think that my dear? But you shall live to tell the tale of me! I am Scarlet Monique Grazilda!” That was her name. Finally she had revealed herself, but why to me? Again why, why? But before I could say another word all was dark. Only buy a few minutes passed and I awoke. Where was she? I felt different and I was floating. My appearance was different and I had no cares or desires or in other words feelings. I was even in a creepy house with nothing but me in it, and I was all alone.
But reader that is my story. Now right know your thinking the same thing I was. Why me? Why me? Well I will tell you. This is why I choose you because I had to fulfill my destiny and share my story! After all Scarlet told me I had to tell of her and the legendary her. But reader thank you, thank you for setting me free.
-E. C. R.
Enjoy! All i'm very sorry It's long! I hope you enjoyed it!
- Sam Mathusek
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