Jinx3295
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.........Alone I sit here, outside this old house, thinking. What ever happened after I left? I look back at the house now, repeating the question out loud. It is nothing like how I remember this place, just fifteen years ago- when I, myself, was a member of this suburban neighborhood.
.........Back then, the young children were always outside, playing their games of duck duck goose, tag, and what not. The teenagers would hang out by the old park, chatting amongst themselves about everyday situationd and such. Every parent, every kid, everyone here knew eachother. I lived here during a time of trust, I suppose. But what ever happened?
.........Where did the children go? How come no one is outside playing, like they used to? The old park is empty- why? How come there isn't a single sound to be heard, except the small breeze rustling the leaves in the trees? It's the Summer- isn't everyong supposed to enjoying themselves?
.........I don't like this, not one bit. I thought if I came back to the one place I enjoyed myself the most, I'd be happy, and atlast at peace. But... I'm not joyous about this at all. Honestly, I'm actually quite disturbed. Maybe if I walk around, I'll find somebody to talk to? Sure, I'll give it a try.
.........Now I stand up, and begin to walk through my old neighborhood (Or what used to be my old neighborhood, depending on how you look at it) After walking a block down or two, I finally spy some people. A woman with a little girl. I wave hello to them, and the girl waves back. Smiling, I begin to approach them, but the lady doesn't look too thrilled.
........."Go away!" She yells at me, beginning to walk the other way with her daughter. As she goes on her way, I hear her muttering things to the girl, like 'stay away from strange men, never talk to strangers'. Sheesh, what was her problem? Can't a guy talk to a lady or little girl nowadays without being deemed strange?
this is just the introduction, so it's a little short.
and i'll get further in detail, as to why he left and such, later on
this will also probably be edited and made longer too-
just the idea for the story
opinions, constructive critism please?
.........Back then, the young children were always outside, playing their games of duck duck goose, tag, and what not. The teenagers would hang out by the old park, chatting amongst themselves about everyday situationd and such. Every parent, every kid, everyone here knew eachother. I lived here during a time of trust, I suppose. But what ever happened?
.........Where did the children go? How come no one is outside playing, like they used to? The old park is empty- why? How come there isn't a single sound to be heard, except the small breeze rustling the leaves in the trees? It's the Summer- isn't everyong supposed to enjoying themselves?
.........I don't like this, not one bit. I thought if I came back to the one place I enjoyed myself the most, I'd be happy, and atlast at peace. But... I'm not joyous about this at all. Honestly, I'm actually quite disturbed. Maybe if I walk around, I'll find somebody to talk to? Sure, I'll give it a try.
.........Now I stand up, and begin to walk through my old neighborhood (Or what used to be my old neighborhood, depending on how you look at it) After walking a block down or two, I finally spy some people. A woman with a little girl. I wave hello to them, and the girl waves back. Smiling, I begin to approach them, but the lady doesn't look too thrilled.
........."Go away!" She yells at me, beginning to walk the other way with her daughter. As she goes on her way, I hear her muttering things to the girl, like 'stay away from strange men, never talk to strangers'. Sheesh, what was her problem? Can't a guy talk to a lady or little girl nowadays without being deemed strange?
this is just the introduction, so it's a little short.
and i'll get further in detail, as to why he left and such, later on
this will also probably be edited and made longer too-
just the idea for the story
opinions, constructive critism please?
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