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Post by §§}Death on Feb 10, 2010 12:47:54 GMT -8
had to do a 500-1000 word short story that had something to do with:
A) relationships
B) a photo of a family of three people (they looked.......easternish)
‘Moody Dolls’
On a bright Tuesday morning whilst we were taking a look around the new neighborhood, Tessa pointed at a doll store on the corner of the street, the sign stated the store was ‘Moody Dolls’, and pleaded me, “Please Al, let’s take a look in there!”, I replied with a smile on my face, “Oh all right just a short one”. As we entered the store, I started feeling wary, perhaps it was the shopkeeper, standing at a desk near the door, a large man with detailed tattoos all over his face and arms and a close shaven head, perhaps it was the style of dolls, not little children’s ones as we had expected, but dolls that depicted macabre scenes; on the right, one with a miniature samurai sword embedded in its diminutive body, as though it had committed Seppuku, one on the left, with a noose around its neck; or perhaps it was just the atmosphere of the ‘doll’ store, the whole place gave a dark and brooding sense of doom.
We looked around the store, out of morbid curiosity, when the front door creaked open, and a family of three, a woman, man, and a boy who could only be their son, entered the store; ‘Mr. Tattoo’ looked up from his desk with his eyebrows raised, and as he saw the family, his eyes narrowed warily, for the family was of an eastern decent, and nowadays most people indulged in an unfounded caution around people of an eastern nationality, in the unlikely case they were one of those infamous suicide bombers. The woman had a fiery light in her eyes; it could have been ambition, love, hate or something else, something…sinister. The teenager and father, however, seemed forlorn, as though all hope had gone from the world.
I leaned over to Tessa and whispered, “Perhaps we should leave, something doesn’t feel right here”, Tessa answered with a slight smirk “aside from the dolls?”
“Yes”, I responded. When we turned to leave, the Eastern lady’s face tightened in what, shockingly, seemed like outrage, and then she spun away; I have no idea what made her so angry, perhaps her belief was, that she was witnessing another display of inherent racism toward her people; this time of people whispering amongst themselves, whilst looking at them, then moving quietly away.
Tessa and I walked towards the door, with one eye on the family, although they appeared not to notice, being too engrossed in a doll with a flag-pole through its arm. Just before we reached the door there was an almighty –BANG– and the door burst inwards with terrifying force, catching Tessa’s shoulder and throwing her to the ground. I leapt over the smashed door and knelt by her side, the group of men who charged in almost ignored in my haste to see if Tessa was all right, although I could see she was not, for there was a deep cut in her arm, and blood slowly pooling onto the ground, and thin rivulets of the dark, maroon, liquid running down her face.
The men whom had rushed so suddenly in were shouting at the family of three lie down on the ground and not too move, when suddenly the woman threw open her coat and revealed four wads of what I presumed to be ‘C4’, from books I had read; and pulled a small remote out of her pocket, She then screamed at the men to stay away from her family or she would “blow you all to kingdom-fucking-COME!!”. The men, I now saw, meant business; they wore body armor, helmets, and carried mean looking assault rifles of some sort; I also guessed, from the shocked looks on their faces that this woman must have been extremely serious.
Two of the eight men came over to me and Tessa, of whom I feared her life, as I had not the means to help her bloody, unconscious; one of them grabbed my arm and the other picked up Tessa and carried her out of the store as fast as he could, the first man dragged me out after her, I was in near hysterics, worried out of my mind about Tessa, when an overwhelming sense of foreboding came upon me.
I barely heard the sudden stream of gunfire from the store, the shouts, the screams of the small crowd of people, ambulances, and police whom had gathered outside; barely heard the shout of horror from the shopkeeper inside the store. I was totally engrossed in my worrying about Tessa; when the armed men, put her in an ambulance, and started to shove me through the crowd, toward what I presumed was their car, I started to fight, to attempt to rejoin Tessa, but it was not to be so, as I fought helplessly, I felt a sharp, sudden pain to the back of my head, and then the world grew dark. When I awoke I was lying on a hospital bed, with a doctor, or a nurse, shaking me slightly, to wake me up. One of the men from earlier was sitting in a chair across the room, watching us.
Drowsily I asked “Where’s Tessa?” raising my voice, my eyes widened, and I said loudly, “Where is my wife, is she going to be ok!” the doctor quickly said “Calm down Alfred, your wife is going to be OK, she underwent surgery last night, and is in a stable condition” in an extremely relieved voice, I said “Oh my god, thank you, doctor, thank you!”.
----------------updated my story::i modified today--------
A) relationships
B) a photo of a family of three people (they looked.......easternish)
‘Moody Dolls’
On a bright Tuesday morning whilst we were taking a look around the new neighborhood, Tessa pointed at a doll store on the corner of the street, the sign stated the store was ‘Moody Dolls’, and pleaded me, “Please Al, let’s take a look in there!”, I replied with a smile on my face, “Oh all right just a short one”. As we entered the store, I started feeling wary, perhaps it was the shopkeeper, standing at a desk near the door, a large man with detailed tattoos all over his face and arms and a close shaven head, perhaps it was the style of dolls, not little children’s ones as we had expected, but dolls that depicted macabre scenes; on the right, one with a miniature samurai sword embedded in its diminutive body, as though it had committed Seppuku, one on the left, with a noose around its neck; or perhaps it was just the atmosphere of the ‘doll’ store, the whole place gave a dark and brooding sense of doom.
We looked around the store, out of morbid curiosity, when the front door creaked open, and a family of three, a woman, man, and a boy who could only be their son, entered the store; ‘Mr. Tattoo’ looked up from his desk with his eyebrows raised, and as he saw the family, his eyes narrowed warily, for the family was of an eastern decent, and nowadays most people indulged in an unfounded caution around people of an eastern nationality, in the unlikely case they were one of those infamous suicide bombers. The woman had a fiery light in her eyes; it could have been ambition, love, hate or something else, something…sinister. The teenager and father, however, seemed forlorn, as though all hope had gone from the world.
I leaned over to Tessa and whispered, “Perhaps we should leave, something doesn’t feel right here”, Tessa answered with a slight smirk “aside from the dolls?”
“Yes”, I responded. When we turned to leave, the Eastern lady’s face tightened in what, shockingly, seemed like outrage, and then she spun away; I have no idea what made her so angry, perhaps her belief was, that she was witnessing another display of inherent racism toward her people; this time of people whispering amongst themselves, whilst looking at them, then moving quietly away.
Tessa and I walked towards the door, with one eye on the family, although they appeared not to notice, being too engrossed in a doll with a flag-pole through its arm. Just before we reached the door there was an almighty –BANG– and the door burst inwards with terrifying force, catching Tessa’s shoulder and throwing her to the ground. I leapt over the smashed door and knelt by her side, the group of men who charged in almost ignored in my haste to see if Tessa was all right, although I could see she was not, for there was a deep cut in her arm, and blood slowly pooling onto the ground, and thin rivulets of the dark, maroon, liquid running down her face.
The men whom had rushed so suddenly in were shouting at the family of three lie down on the ground and not too move, when suddenly the woman threw open her coat and revealed four wads of what I presumed to be ‘C4’, from books I had read; and pulled a small remote out of her pocket, She then screamed at the men to stay away from her family or she would “blow you all to kingdom-fucking-COME!!”. The men, I now saw, meant business; they wore body armor, helmets, and carried mean looking assault rifles of some sort; I also guessed, from the shocked looks on their faces that this woman must have been extremely serious.
Two of the eight men came over to me and Tessa, of whom I feared her life, as I had not the means to help her bloody, unconscious; one of them grabbed my arm and the other picked up Tessa and carried her out of the store as fast as he could, the first man dragged me out after her, I was in near hysterics, worried out of my mind about Tessa, when an overwhelming sense of foreboding came upon me.
I barely heard the sudden stream of gunfire from the store, the shouts, the screams of the small crowd of people, ambulances, and police whom had gathered outside; barely heard the shout of horror from the shopkeeper inside the store. I was totally engrossed in my worrying about Tessa; when the armed men, put her in an ambulance, and started to shove me through the crowd, toward what I presumed was their car, I started to fight, to attempt to rejoin Tessa, but it was not to be so, as I fought helplessly, I felt a sharp, sudden pain to the back of my head, and then the world grew dark. When I awoke I was lying on a hospital bed, with a doctor, or a nurse, shaking me slightly, to wake me up. One of the men from earlier was sitting in a chair across the room, watching us.
Drowsily I asked “Where’s Tessa?” raising my voice, my eyes widened, and I said loudly, “Where is my wife, is she going to be ok!” the doctor quickly said “Calm down Alfred, your wife is going to be OK, she underwent surgery last night, and is in a stable condition” in an extremely relieved voice, I said “Oh my god, thank you, doctor, thank you!”.
----------------updated my story::i modified today--------
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