Storytime

So, while being cooped up, I’ve found the beginning of a story I wrote some years back.
I didn’t even remember and it’s not finished.
Guess what….. It is going to become the item of wall talk. I’ll let you read what I already wrote and fill it up slow but steady.. at least, that’s what I hope. Now keep in mind, I was a lot younger when I started this, and I didn’t do any research, so…. O and continuity,  that might become a thing, because I put things online while I write on, so… I’ll do the best I can, but forgive me if things don’t add up. I won’t put everything I wrote down all at once, but I’ll let you know at what point I have to start writing again.

It doesn’t have a title yet, if you think of one along the way, let me know. When it is finished I’ll choose one :D. And if you feel like drawing pictures to go with the story, please do and send them to me. Maybe you drawing will be in the next post. Here it goes…..

Somewhere in a village far from here something remarkable happened. Everything began on a rainy night. Sophie was home alone, because her parents were traveling for a couple of weeks. Somehow she couldn’t fall asleep that night, no matter what she tried. She had tried to read first, because normally she could fall asleep right after. Then she tried falling asleep while watching TV, but that didn’t work either. How about trying some soothing music in the background. Nope. She tried counting sheep, it didn’t work. She tried listening to the rain and when that didn’t work either she decided to get out of bed. Maybe some warm milk would help. She didn’t think it would, but she had to try something. She would not resort to sleeping pills, even though some of her mother’s where in the house. She would only take those if she had tried every other thing she could think of.

Once downstairs she decided on dimmed lights, so she wouldn’t get to awake. She put some milk on the stove and got a mug to put the milk in when it was warm. She figured anise milk could do the trick, so she took some cubes to add to the milk later. It didn’t take long for her to get on the couch with a nice mug of warm anise milk. She sat staring while taking little sips, because the milk was quite hot. She figured she was bored out of her skull. When her parents allowed her to stay home alone she had pictured something different. Her friends did go away with their parents, so she had to get through the days on her own. At first she didn’t mind, but it had grown dull. While thinking, she had drained her mug, so she decided to go back to bed. She still didn’t feel tired, so she decided to turn on the TV. After surfing channels for a while she saw a cute boy on the screen. She kept watching interested. It turned out to be a movie. Sophie kept looking at the boy with curiosity, because he walked in a forest, and seemed to have something to hide. He wildly looked around all the time and finally stopped in a pretty dark spot, still looking around to make sure he wasn’t followed. Then he started to dig near a big old oak. It was the largest tree around, so the boy couldn’t have mistaken if he’d ever have to go back. When he obviously figured the hole was big enough he took something from under his coat and put it in the hole, closed it again and looked around nervously. Apparently no one was there, because he relaxed noticeably, while Sophie saw a man lurking behind a rock. She was caught up in the movie so much she wanted nothing more than warn the boy, but that would be pointless of course. He would never hear her warning. Never the less she called out and to her utter surprise he reacted.

That was impossible, it had to be a coincidence. In the meantime, the boy had noticed the man, so he came from behind the rock and the two started fighting. Sophie went out of her mind and got closer and closer to the TV. The man dealt some heavy blows and was obviously stronger than the boy. All of a sudden he knocked the boy out. At that point Sophie put her hand against the screen, shouting “No!”. Before she knew what was happening the man turned around, looked her in the eyes, grabbed her and pulled her towards him. She felt his breath on her face and his fist tightly around her wrist. “Who are you, and what are you doing here?” he hissed.

To be continued…

Love
Dreamer

 

Jim and Danny

Let me tell you about Jim. He loved reading, because it didn’t involve other people.He could escape into another world. How he liked that.

The real world was one of disappointments. He would love to have friends, but people thought he was weird, so they gave him a hard time.The more they teased, the farther he withdrew, resulting in even more teasing.It had come to the point he stopped trying. Why bother right.Every time he let people come close, it turned out is was for a prank or something.Jim decided he was better of alone, so he kept to himself, answered grown-ups is they asked questions, but ignored all other kids.

This lasted some years. He was kind of happy with his life, so that was good enough for him.Then one day at school there was this new kid. Danny. Danny had changed schools, because his mom found a new job, that was too far from his old school. His parents were divorced, and Danny had to live with his mom.

At first things where okay at school. Danny seemed to fit in and have a good time. Then one day one of the kids in class started to tell other kids about Danny’s dad. Danny had to live with his mom, because his dad was in jail. He had killed a neighbour! It didn’t take long for this story to reach everyone in school. Even though the teachers said it wasn’t true, all kids believed it. They started to give Danny a hard time.

That was the first time Jim was left alone. At first he liked that. Then he saw Danny grew more silent every day. But hey, wat could Jim do, right? At least they left him be. This went on for some time, until one day Danny didn’t come to school. The teachers said he was sick, but the kids speculated his dad had escaped prison and kidnapped of killed him. Jim seemed to be the only one that felt bad for Danny, so after class he went to his teacher to talk about it.She told Jim she couldn’t talk to him about it, but after a while gave him Danny’s address. It turned out both boys lived just one street away from each other.

It took Jim two days to decide to visit Danny. Since the new target was no longer available, the kids had started to give him a hard time again, and he felt more and more guilty about being glad Danny had taken the heat lately. That was why he was standing in front of a door, waiting nervously, because he had just rang the bell. A woman opened the door and asked wat he wanted. ‘Hello, my name is Jim. I am in the same class as Danny, and I would like to talk to him please.” The woman’s face turned dark and she closed the door. Jim stood there, baffled. Now what? After a few moments he decided to turn around and go home.

He talked to his parents about it at dinner. They didn’t know what to make of it either, but suggested Jim tried again, and so the next day he did. This time, the woman that had opened the door the day before, closed it as soon as she saw who had rang the bell. Jim went home again, but decided to keep trying every dat. The fifth day the woman opened the door and started talking very loud. “What do you want shrimp? Want to make fun of my boy some more. Wasn’t it enough to pester him at school? Leave him alone, or I swear to god, I’ll kill every single one of you muppets!” Jim just stood there, looking at the woman uncomfortably, while she closed the door again.

That wasn’t going to work. Doing the same thing with the same result wasn’t a smart thing to do, and so Jim started to write a letter. A letter that stated he knew how it felt to be picked on at school. How he himself had always been alone and how he had given up on finding a friend. He ended the letter asking Danny if it would be okay for them to try and become friends. He left his address and home phone number, do Danny would be able to reach him. He wrote he would understand if Danny didn’t take the letter serious, because he had been burned believing crap like this himself before, and if he didn’t want to talk to feel better soon and in the meantime he would maybe like to read a book that was one of Jim’s favourites. Jim then put the letter in the book. He had more than one copy of it, because he loved it so much and some of his copies had started to fall apart. He hoped Danny would like it as well.

The next day he pushed the book through the mail slot at Danny’s house on his way to school. His plan was to ring the doorbell on his way home, but before he reached the door it opened. Danny stood in the doorway looking at Jim like he was deciding if he there was a hungry lion standing in front of him, ready to slam the door. Jim just stood there, waiting. He knew how important it was to take your time in deciding on how to deal with other people. That was not something to take lightly. After about ten minutes of starting at each other Jim said: “Every word in the letter is true, but only you can decide what you want. I’ve kept to myself all this time as well. I would like a friend. I would like people to stop picking on me, and when I saw they started on you, I felt safe, but now I feel sorry for not standing up for you. Maybe if we try to stand up to them together, we have a chance. If we succeed, our life will be better. If we fail, at least we have a friend to share our pain with. One thing is for sure… If we don’t change anything, nothing changes.

Danny invited Jim in. They talked for a long time. Danny had been miserable at school. His dad wasn’t in jail at all, that was something they made up, because Danny didn’t want to go along stealing a chocolate bar at the supermarket. Both boys exchanged stories. It turned out they liked a lot of the same stuff, so they decided to try and face the others at school together.

Nothing changed. Instead of one person being picked on, they now had two. But guess what. Those two had found each other. They stayed best friends for life and because of all the crap they had to take, they grew strong and could take anything that came along. These days they both have a partner, a job they like and the best friend they could wish for. Sure, it would have been nice to fit in, but to what expense? They stayed true to themselves and each other, and in the long run it didn’t ruin their lives.

Love
Dreamer