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Merlandese

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Re: Story Collection
« Reply #75 on: April 02, 2012, 09:56:32 PM »
Vampires!? You tricked me!!! :p

I liked it. :) Reminds me of a short story you'd find in a paranormal-themed short story collection.

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Re: Story Collection
« Reply #76 on: April 02, 2012, 10:01:21 PM »
I tricked you? How's that?

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Re: Story Collection
« Reply #77 on: April 02, 2012, 10:05:53 PM »
Honestly, if I had know it was about vampires to begin with, I probably wouldn't have read it. I'm a bit jaded on the vamps. But you didn't mention the vampires so I was already halfway through by the time I realized it. :-D

Actually, I thought it was going in a different direction. Before the girl disappeared, all signs pointed to the guest becoming the feast with enough chairs for everyone else to sit in.

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Re: Story Collection
« Reply #78 on: April 03, 2012, 07:46:43 AM »
Ooh, that sounds interesting O_O

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Re: Story Collection
« Reply #79 on: April 09, 2012, 05:44:07 PM »
Story continuation! Hoorah!

Spoiler: A New Way to Live • show
A New Way to Live
“Life is but a dream for the dead.” –Gerard Way

   It was already getting dark by the time the car pulled into the driveway of a large house. It used to be an off-white color, but it was now in desperate need of a new paint job. Other than that, it looked like any other house on the block.

   By the time I had taken it all in, Seth had already gotten out of the car and was at the door of the house. I quickly followed after him, excited (and, I admit, anxious) to know what the inside of my new house looked like.

   At first glance, it definitely wasn’t disappointing. The entryway was large, with a tiled floor and high, bright walls. Right in front of the entrance was a closet; to the right of the closet was a hallway leading to the rest of the house. To my right as I walked in were stairs leading to the upper level and a raised living room.

   “Your house is beautiful,” I said.

   Seth was no longer next to me, though. A few seconds later I heard a door slam shut at the top of the steps.

   I sighed and leaned against the door. Even if I was living with someone that could actually see me, that didn’t automatically mean that my life was gong to get any easier. If I was looking for someone to be able to talk after all these years, Seth was not the one to help me with that. He was about as talkative as a rock so far, and with just about as much feelings, too.

   Still, this would be good for both of us. I would make sure of that if it killed me. Again.

   The first step in doing that, I told myself, would be to know everything about my surroundings. I began to explore.

   Upstairs was pretty basic. To the right of the stairs was the room that Seth had barricaded himself in. To the left was a large bathroom, complete with a whirlpool bathtub that I could not for the life (or death) of me imagine Seth ever using. Then to the left of that was another bedroom that looked like it had been empty for an eternity. Seth hadn’t exactly told me where to settle in, so I decided that would be as good a place as any.

   The main floor was a large ring of rooms. There was one large room which held nothing but a couch and an elegant piano. There was another room with a couple of chairs and couches and a television. I took the time to check it and see that it had all of three channels—it was probably just for show, in case someone came over. There was a kitchen with an empty fridge, empty cabinets, and a stove that looked like it was from the ‘50s.

   Off of the television room was a stairway leading down into the basement. The only thing that consisted of was a large, bare, uncarpeted room. In one of the corners were a plain chair and a plain desk, empty.

   I sighed. That was a totally exciting adventure.

   I popped up to the room I had chosen. There wasn’t even a bed.

   Sighing one more time, I lied down on the ground and stared up at the ceiling. Hopefully tomorrow would be a better day.

_________
   I never told my family this, but I always hated going to church. Don’t get me wrong, the people were nice, and it was fun to see them all singing at the top of their lungs and clapping their hands like there was no tomorrow.

   But then the preacher would get up in front of the congregation, and all I could think about was how much I wanted to run and hide. His sermons were meant to be ‘inspirational,’ and I’m sure they were for plenty of people, but for me, they were a constant reminder that the end was coming. Sooner or later, we all die, and that terrified me. The preacher would always say that we had no fear in death if we belonged to God, because then we would go to heaven—Paradise.

   But to get there, we had to die. We would have to cease to be. I could never imagine how anyone could be excited for that.

   In my eyes, Earth seemed like a pretty okay place, and I was in no hurry to leave it.

_________

   “Wake up, sleepy head!” I exclaimed as I poofed into Seth’s room. When I did, though, he was already out of bed.

   I pouted, but quickly forced myself to keep a smile. I wasn’t even sure if vampires slept; it shouldn’t come as a surprise to me if he was already up.

   I popped down into each of the rooms downstairs, but still couldn’t find him.

   “That’s okay,” I told myself, trying harder to keep myself in good spirits. “It’s not like he’d be down here anyways.” What was there down here for him? A fridge bare of food that he wouldn’t be able to eat anyways? A television that probably wouldn’t have anything he would like even if it did have cable?

   I finally found him in the basement, sitting in front of the desk I had seen last night.

   “Good morning!” I exclaimed as I walked up behind him. He didn’t respond; he just kept staring at the blank wall in front of him. “It’s a really nice house you’ve got here.” Still nothing.

   I sighed. There wasn’t going to be any talking to him, at least for now. “I’m going out, then,” I said, then tried one last-ditch effort to get a response from him: “To try and get laid.”

   Nothing.

   I groaned and disappeared.
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   “No, mom, I didn’t skimp on their gift. I got something off the list, and it’s posh.”

   The voice on the other end of the cellphone said something stupid about how I had better have gotten them something useful because she remembered when she got married she was given a food processor and she’ll be damned if she even knows where it is anymore.

   “Uh-huh. Yeah. I love you, too, mom,” I said and quickly snapped the cellphone shut. I loved my mom, but sometimes she could be such a nag. If she was so worried about what I got my sister as a wedding present, why didn’t she buy the present?

   Oh, that’s right. Because it’s not her present. It’s mine.

   I’d spent a whole Saturday last week pouring over my sister’s lengthy wish-list, and this Saturday I had made sure to get the most expensive gift from the most expensive place I could find to try and avoid mom’s gripes. Apparently even that didn’t matter, though.

   The walk signal appeared on the other side of the street and the crowd of people moved forward. As soon as my foot hit the concrete on the other side, I was knocked over by some idiot guy running along the sidewalk.

   “Hey, watch it!” I yelled at the guy as I picked myself back up.

   That’s when I heard the police behind us yelling at him.

   Before I realized what was gong on, he had a gun up to my head, yelling at the cops that he had a hostage. Half the cops yelled at him to let me go; the other half yelled at me to remain calm. Neither of their demands were met.

   The guy with the gun at my head kept yelling at them as he backed us both up. I tried to warn him, but that just got him to start shouting at me. Soon enough, he had backed us up one step too far, and we were out in the road.

   I got my wish, at least: I still haven’t left Earth.

_________

   The house in front of me looked almost exactly like I remembered it. The only thing different was that the window shutters were now painted black instead of that ugly blue that they used to be.

   I went up to the door and almost broke down crying. Before I could convince myself to go back to the street where it was safe, I forced myself to step through the door and into the house.

   When I did, I got the wind knocked out of me at what I saw. Everything was different. I didn’t recognize any of the furniture; the color of the walls were different; even the doors to the front hall closet had been changed.

   I ran through the halls of the house until I finally found a person—a person I didn’t recognize.

   “They’re not here.”

   If I could have puked, I would have.

_________

   After I died, I never went back home. I couldn’t bring myself to. Nobody else could see me anymore; why would my family be able to? Being able to see them while they couldn’t see me would destroy me. There was no way I would be able to bear it.

   Still, that doesn’t mean I never tried. I tried every day. Every day, I would stand at the edge of my yard, wishing I could find the courage to take the first step. But once I took the first step, the only thing lying in front of me would be the second step.

   Besides, seeing them wouldn’t help anything. Let’s say they could see me. What would they say? “Oh, I’m so sorry you’re dead; I hope you’ve been comfortable?” What would I say? “I’m sorry I didn’t come here sooner, but I’ve just been so busy being dead. I’ve had too much to do, but I really tried to make time?” Or maybe, “I would have come sooner but I was scared of my own family?”

   Yeah, that would go over well.

   Either way, I would leave the abandoned house I was staying in every day in the hopes that I could make it through the door of the house that held everything I had left behind.

   Then one day, I came back and my abandoned house wasn’t so abandoned anymore.

   I was still a ways off when I noticed the light on in the window. I was sure I hadn’t left it on. I never turned on lights. It wasn’t like I ever did anything, much less something that I needed light for.

   When I appeared inside the house, I saw a realtor showing a young couple around.

   “No no no no no no! You can not stay here!”

   As if he was answering my objection, the man immediately declared, “We’ll take it!”

_________

   When I got back to Seth’s house, I got no response when I called his name. That wasn’t a surprise anymore, though.

   I went down to the basement and didn’t even see Seth at the desk where I left him. Seth hadn’t left any hint as to where he had run off to.

   Sighing, I sat down in the chair and stared off into the wall in front of me.


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