Just a bit of an FYI, I am currently writing three chapters for my Creative Writing class in school. So I decided that I was going to upload the work I come up with! If you enjoy it lemme know! If you don't like it, keep it to yourself. It's a very rough draft, and I hope you like it!
CHAPTER 1
It was a cold and damp day. The fog that had settled upon the town was not unusual of course for San Francisco. The rain was falling heavily enough to get things uncomfortably wet, but light enough not to drive people indoors. The cold that had encompassed the town was dismal yet somehow bearable. Only the locals of San Francisco were out and about on this cold November day.
The locals were blindly and numbly going about their usual routines. Taking children to day care, going to and from work, fetching the screaming child from daycare, and finally going home, plopping on the couch, and opening up an ice cold beer to finish of the evening. The people went about the task empty minded and rarely changed their schedule. Eunice, who had just barely moved in to a small apartment near the heart of the city, was disgusted with the people’s mindless activities.
Eunice was a nice old lady who had so much spirit and imagination, that it had scared her family into sending her to the rainy city. Eunice was eighty seven years young and strong. She had at least a good ten more years left in her. Her strength had come from her youthful years when she was taught by her loving father and mother that life’s benefits and desires could only come from hard work, and commitment. She learned, hands on, exactly what her parents had wanted her to on the farm in Montana so many years ago.
Eunice used to be a beautiful woman. She had had the face of an angel who had never thought a foul thing in her existence. She was in shape, and had always caught the attention of the young men who happened to catch a glance at her. She would, as the nice girl she was, help them pick up their jaws off of the floor after looking at her. She would meet lots of handsome young men who were willing to take a bullet for her, but would never go for one of them. She had always been attracted to the smart and shy. It was no coincidence that Eunice had happened to stumble upon Robert, a traveling salesman who was not very good at his job.
Eunice had seen Robert around her neighborhood in Montana attempting to sell a new idea, something called a Diners Credit Card. Robert was absolutely gorgeous in her eyes. His quarter inch thick glasses lens, the awkward way he walked like he had a cramp in his thighs, and the way he parted his hair directly down the center of his head gave her butterflies. Eunice had, in an attempt to lure him in, set up a sign on her old wooden front door that read, I LOVE new ideas and inventions! Eunice had known that it was an obvious act but left up the sign nonetheless. Eunice had anxiously awaited his arrival. It wasn’t until about a week later when Robert finally got the courage to knock on her door.
She had charmed him from that very first time he saw her. They fell madly in love, and after a couple dates, were engaged to be married. They were married in a happy little town in the hills of Montana that was just right. They lived in Montana for their entire marriage. Robert had given up door to door sales on account of him being too shy, and had picked up the game of a new thing called a computer. He was naturally talented with all forms of electronic gadgets. They lived a happy marriage for years until about 1985 when he caught Influenza. His immune system was not strong enough to fight off the sickness and he ended up dying, leaving Eunice alone and scared in a vastly changing world.
Eunice never learned the ways of modern society. She was always twenty years behind the game. If things were to be done right, then they must have been done the way they were originally done. “Why fix what’s not broken?” she would always say.
Unfortunately for Eunice, she was in for a culture shock. After thirty five years of being a widow, her family had enough of her, and sent her down to San Francisco to live with a close family friend who was a nurse. Eunice’s complaining and constant anger drove the poor nurse out of the home, abandoning her responsibility.
Little did the nurse know, but Eunice was trying to flush her out so she could do things the way she liked to do them. The way she wanted, and in peace. She was too proud and strong to be taken care of and pushed around. Yet, she felt that if her family was willing to ship her off and leave her with someone she didn’t know, then she would be fine just staying. So she never went back to Montana, and had decided to learn the ways of the big city.
Eunice had basically lived in her apartment for an entire year. Because Robert had been a close friend and employee of Bill Gates, she had loads of money left over after his untimely death. She had ordered food from the telephone to be delivered to little apartment complex she currently resided in.
Sad… She thought, I have lived her for nearly two years, and I haven’t even met my next door neighbors… Eunice was sitting cozily in her living room knitting herself some new gloves in her rocking chair. She pondered her options for a moment, then stood up and decided that she was going to go say hi to the next door neighbors.
She was about to head out the door of her small apartment when she decided that it would be best to give something to the neighbors to break the ice. She looked back over her shoulder and searched the countertop of her old kitchen for the oatmeal and raisin cookies she had made earlier that weekend. After she found them, she threw them on a cheap paper plate, wrapped them in plastic wrap, and scurried out the door to her neighbors’ house.
I wonder if they’re nice people, she thought as she knocked on the nice red door of her neighbor. She waited anxiously with cookie plate in hand for a new friend to answer the door. Two minutes passed and nothing. Eunice was growing restless. She knocked on the door twice as hard with her old arthritis ridden knuckles. Two more minutes passed. Eunice turned and began retreating back to her apartment. But just before she could make it into the door, she heard a door open, and a tiny voice.
“Hello?” it squeaked, “Who’s there?” Eunice whipped around as fast as her eighty six year old legs would allow.
“How very nice to meet you! I-“Eunice stopped. She could not see where the voice had come from, but the door of the apartment was indeed open. Eunice continued to look puzzled until the voice spoke up again.
“DOWN HERE YOU HAG!” Eunice glanced down to find six year old Becky Wilson staring up at her red faced and angry.
“What did you just call me?” Eunice asked taken back.
“Are you deaf AAAND stupid?” Becky shouted with her high pitched nasal voice, “I called you an H-A-G, hag! Now what do you want?” Eunice could not believe what she was hearing. She turned around and began to retreat back to her apartment when Becky saw the plate of cookies in Eunice’s hands.
“Ooo! Are those cookies maam?” Eunice could not believe her ears. She was about to tell her yes, when she got an even better idea.
“They sure are Hun!” She beamed, “but they’re not for you, they’re for me.”
“What??” Becky screamed, “What kind of hag brings a plate of cookies over to their neighbors, after being a freak and living alone for this long, just to eat them in front of the gift of god?”
“The gift of god?” Eunice laughed, “If you’re the gift of god then I am Satan himself.” Eunice unwrapped the cookies, and began devouring them in front of the little brat. Just as she was about halfway through the delicious second cookie she felt a blow to her stomach and all the breath and energy leave her.
She tumbled to the ground gasping for breath. She had never known this much physical pain since she was bucked off of her horse in Montana so many years ago. She looked through tearful eyes at her attacker. Little Becky Wilson was standing over her smiling with the small plate of cookies.
“These cookies are gross maam.” She smiled as she spat the cookie pieces out of her mouth, “I don’t know why I ever wanted them in the first place.” She threw the plate of cookies at the ground. “Have a nice night maam.”
Eunice watched Becky scurry back into her apartment. Becky was pure evil. How can her parents let such a child exist? Eunice thought as she carefully helped herself back up. She got to her feet after two minutes of her slow and old joints bending and twisting awkwardly. Eunice looked at the chewed up cookie sludge and felt a burning sensation in her heart.
I will get that demon child back one way or another.
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