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Take a Picture; by Wittyhobos
Topic Started: Jul 20 2006, 12:27 PM (417 Views)
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Taking a mental break from Carol's everlasting nagging, Mike pulled out his home-made pipe, sprinkled in the tabacco, and layed back. He lit it and took a long, relieving suck. " Marg said to me- she said to me," his wife forced a laugh,
"she said, 'I want everone to be silent! Especially you Carol!,' Ofcourse I looked up and laughed,". Mike rubbed his brow and closed his eyes. Carol peered toward Mike, put her hands on her hips, and pursed her lips. " Ya know, sometimes I don't even think you listen to me, " Mike drowsely looked up," Woman, I've had a hard day at the stables, just go fix me some dinner."

Mike engulfed his mashed pototoes drenched with brown, steaming gravy, popped a sleeping pill and, without looking at Carol, mirmered " I'm goin' to bed." He walked off into the bedroom and quickly fell asleep.

Waking up wasn't easy for Mike. (not like anything was) He would shut the alarm clock up by beating it without mercy, toss away the itchy comforters, shave quickly and walk out the door without a goodbye kiss from his poor Carol.

Of all the beutiful things Mike complained of, the crisp Autumn scenery wasn't one of them. On the walk to the stables, Mike would pull out a ciggarette and have a long smoke looking at the mountains. On cloudy days, Mike would watch the billowing clouds pass the peeks, and grin as he was sprinkled in a cool, spring rain. Luckily for Mike, today was one of those days. Finishing his walk in the drizzling rain on the gravel road , Mike arrived at the stables. Boss, an old fogee with a wrinkly old nose and rimmed spectacles pointed to Mike and said, " Early. What's the rush?"


Mike replied, "You said you wanted me at 6 instead a' 7."

"No I didn't," responded the old man, with his hands on his hips.

"Well can I go home?" Mike said, with a slight ring of sarcasm.

" Listen, I need you to clean out the stables today, and feed Dixie extra. She's been wobly lately. But I tell you what, good thing you're early cus I need you to seed the field."

Mike sighed and scratched his forehead.

" Look, Carol wants me home by 6 tonight. I don't...ya know I don't know-"

"Get it done." The old man unbuckled his bealt and waddled off to the bathroom.

After cleaning out the stables and feeding the horses, Boss and Mike took a walk around the field just to use up a pack of smokes. They walked a couple of laps or so and had almost finished the pack when Boss turned to Mike and said, " I gotta' tee. Go away."

Mike turned toward Boss, " You always takin' a pee aint ya?"

"Go away. Take another lap."

"I'm takin' the last cigarette."

Mike strode away and pulled out the last Marlboro. Mike looked back to see if Boss was done. No Boss. "Musta' gone way back to take a dump." Mike smoked the last of the cigarette, and realized it was getting late and he had'nt seeded the field. He cursed just about everything on earth under his breathe, jogged to the barn, patted Dixie quite roughly, picked up the large pack of seed, and began work.

The sun creeped away rather quickly, and darkness fell over the farm. Mike moved slower than usual, throwing seed left and right, listening to the crickets chirp. Where was Boss? Mike stepped in horse menuer for the fifteenth time, looked at his shoe with a grimmace, and complained, "Past six?" He looked at his watch. "Carol's gonna nag. I'm gonna need a drink after work." He scraped his shoe roughly on the tough grass and looked back up.

"Hey! I- I see you!", Mike dropped the seed and shined the flash light toward the figure. It slipped away quickly and dashed into the woods. "Kids!" Mike started Jogging toward the woods, "The last thing Boss wants is his stable burned down by some crack-pot kid."

The sky was pitch black. Not a star was in sight, only dark clouds that occassionly popped a silent bolt of lightning. Mike arrived at the edge of the woods. He laughed under his breathe. He wondered how a child could hide so pitifully. The dark sillouette of the boy was parked beside a tree. "Look, stop playing hide and-" the trees creeked and cracked, waving to a sudden gust of wind. "Stop playing games, I can see you. Just leave and you won't get in no trouble." The sillougette stood still. Not a move. Mike scratched his brow and sighed. He stepped foward. The sillougette stood still. Mike stepped foward again. And again.

The woods became silent. Not a thing sturred. No cricket chirped, nor an owl hoot. Mike walked foward. Silence. " Alright, have it your way, son."


A sudden blast of lighting flooded the woods. Like a con artist taking a picture of his beloved still, the lightning revieled not a boy hiding, but the pale, old man hanging by a noose, his slashed shirt barely hanging from his shoulders.. Mike paused in his foot steps and dropped his flash light. A sudden explosion of thunder blasted through the woods, revieling a grave mine of hanging bodies, all staring blankly into Mike's eyes.

Mike fell over and gagged. He crawled quickly around and yelped a terrifed cry. "Help! Help!" He rose to his feet, but stopped dead. He fell on his face, his eyes bleeding, and vomited his last. The killer, now satisfied, grabbed Mike's body and strung him up with the rest. It began raining harder. The owls and the crickets continued their regular routine as Mike's picture was taken with a quick flash of lightning.


Again, thanks for reading! I think I'm ubsessed with nooses...


I think I'll say cheers again... Cheers! :D
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Samuel
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BUMP! FOR GREAT! JUSTICE!!!!!!&#
it's spelled "noose". Just so ya know.
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wittyhobos
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Thanks! Ha. Ya... i thought it was more complicated than it was. :)
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Woo
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awsome! i love scary storys! i wrote mine, its The Untold Darkness. please read it. not meening to sound to demanding, humm, perhaps i should just be quiet now.
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Haha, sure dude. I might read it. Ya, I love scary stories too. Day awsome. If I read yours Ill respond to it.

Cheers :D
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dutchess
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thats a strange story, i can imagine a wood full of hanging dead bodies, and yes, dude, you are obsessed with nooses xxx :bing:
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Peter
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Nice job... keep it up... was it Boss who killed Mike? :(
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if it was the boss that killed him pls tell us or if the boss was one of the bodies we want to know wat happened to him just a good story telling technique for the teller to say wat happened to all the characters :)
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hmmm....this is quite a late rersponose, but ....its the mystery of suspense

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actually it isnt a mystery of suspense...look...read it again...trust me...youlle find out..i PROMISE
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