Fiction : Isolated

Seventeen year old Melanie was tired of living in an isolated village, she pleaded with her mother to leave this lonely village to a larger community where she’d find girls her own age to hang out with.

Her mother wasn’t thrilled with this idea, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to survive with the amount of money she received from her ex-husband.

She wanted her daughter to be happy, she discussed the idea of moving with her close friend, her friend encouraged her to try.

They moved to a larger community close by, mom soon realized every thing cost more, she was running out of money, to get by she sold most of her things.

They were broke, in school Melanie could not make friends, the girls were too snobby, she was unhappy, Melanie and her mom soon understood their small   lonely village was far better, at least they had friends!

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https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2015/04/13/fiction-isolated/

 

 

DP Daily Prompts: Doppleganger Alert

You step into an acquaintance’s house for the first time, and discover that everything– from the future, to the books, to the art on the wall- is identical to your home.What happens next?

Katie,”do you live here?” I said.

“Yes, why do you ask, Melanie, is something wrong?”

There is something strange about your home, I replied.

Really, would you care to explain? answered Katie.

I left my house in the morning to run some errands, I ran into you, you invited me to visit your house, I accepted although I have a lot of work to do in the house. When I entered your house I thought I was in my house, but your house is in a different part of the city, why am I thinking I am in my house. Wait a minute I get it, everything in your house is the same as in mine, it’s so strange.

Melanie you’re not making sense, what do you mean by, “everything’s the same as in my house?”

Yes Katie, my books, the art on the wall, are the same as mine, it cannot be a coincidence can it?

Both looked at each other and made up their mind to check it out, Melanie took Katie to her house, they were barely at the front door,there was a strange sound coming from inside the house. Melanie knew her husband had gone to work early and was not expected to be back yet.

Who is in her house she was alarmed, she unlocked the door and found a note, “tread softly dear ladies the ghoul is resting, I’d advise you to leave or face the consequences.”

Melanie was perturbed, was her husband back and decided to scare her, no she thought, they did not discuss anything about “Halloween” who could it be, while Melanie was deep in thought, Katie who was spooked out, left without telling Melanie anything.

Standing alone with the note, Melanie tip toed towards the kitchen, there was a nasty smell, she walked on there was someone large and scary  cooking something, she could only see the back of this creature, when it turned around, Melanie fainted and fell on the floor.

The ghoul was her husband playing a joke on her, when she opened her eyes she saw her husband bending over her and was saying,”I’m so sorry,Melanie, I didn’t know you’re such a coward.”

Where are my books and art on the wall,please tell me she said?

I’ll explain everything her husband said!

: https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/10/27/dp-daily-prompts/

Fiction: Waiting

 

 

Melanie’s father told her to stay seated on the bench in the shopping mall until he returns.

Don’t worry I’ll be back soon, he said.

The poor child sat there, she did not even stand up to see the different things in that large shopping mall, she was afraid her father will worry if he came back and she was not there.

Morning turned to afternoon, and then it was late evening, her friend Georgia offered to give her  a ride home,she refused, she believed her father would come and get her.

She was so tired, she fell asleep, she dreamed her father was telling her to go home, he was unable to come for her, when she opened her eyes she found herself surrounded by friends staring at her, Georgia laid her arm around her shoulder  and said, “I’m so sorry your father was killed when he tried to cross the street.”

: https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/08/21/fiction-waiting/