Post by Cattivo on Feb 13, 2004 20:03:04 GMT -5
This is awesome. Im a global mod at two other forums. One is for a little band named Velvet Revolver. and it is nice to find this place. Here are some of my stuff. Sorry a bit long.
I got the Idea from a ABC book entitled "The Gashlycrumb Tinnies" by Edward Gorey. In this book 26 children lose their live in rather unexpected ways. I want, before I die, to write a story about each child...so this is the story for letter "N''. I have written just a bit most of the time has been spent on drawing the cover which I will try to get up once I can
Death of Ennui, The Story of Little Neville Joi
Many years ago in a house of despair and gloom, lived a small child about to meet his doom. He was the happiest sort of boy, named little Neville Joi. Many things he seemed to like. Playing chess, eating cookies, and even riding his red bike. Never would he cuss, harm, or disobey, because he knew if he did, there would be Hell to pay.
One evening, after many hours of play, he found himself far from home he strayed. In a fit of panic he took to the woods to find a shortcut he knew. He ran and he jumped to make up for the hours that flew. Hurrying to find his way home in time for dinner on that frightful eve. He tore a hole in his brand new shirt sleeve.
Horrors ran through his brain, 'O my. What if they see, who knows what my parents will to me.' He walk up to his house, as quietly as a mouse. At the door he was surprised when he opened it to see his mom and dad all calm and not in a fit. 'Mother, Father,' he said with a sigh,'I have done wrong, i feel my punishment is nigh.' His parents did not yell they did not scream, they feed him diner and allowed him to watch his favorite football team.
Later that night, while, on the couch, Neville slept, up the stairs to the child's room, Father and Mother crept. Little Neville was right, his punishment comes at the end of night. The two went into his room and decided to mess with his head, so they painted the walls red, and left a single dirty sheet for a bed. They painted his window black, and pulled up the carpet, leaving each and every tack.
That Morning they woke up Little Neville Joi and lured him in to his room with the prospects of a new toy. Once in his room in awe and slightly dazed, they shut the door behind him in a blaze. Before he knew what happened and started to beat on the door and scream with every knock, they had the door nailed and locked.
It took a few hours for the commotion to cease. Neville looked around and asked God 'Please'. For all he wanted was do be free, and from his parents flee. He walked to the window and noticed it was painted and he tried to scrape as much off with his finger nails till he fainted. He managed only a slight hole, that unfortunately was blocked half way by a metal pole.
Hours grew to days, and days. He ate only what was shoved under the door, and none was given we he asked for more. The bulb blew in his shade less lamp, and the concrete floor was starting to get damp. With the little light he started to go blind, or so he thought, He only saw images in his mind. He could hear his old friends playing out there. He couldn't help but wonder, 'Did they even care.'
Emaciated and pale, Little Neville Joi wondered if he would ever have the chance to tell his tale. He started to think and think some more until he ripped out his hair. 'Why me, Why this, all of this pain for a small tear.' So bored, so alone. Little Neville left out a moan. At that moment he became wise. He knew this room would be his demise. That night in his with sleep abound, death came without a sound. This is the death of a boy, named little Neville Joi.
The End.
I got the Idea from a ABC book entitled "The Gashlycrumb Tinnies" by Edward Gorey. In this book 26 children lose their live in rather unexpected ways. I want, before I die, to write a story about each child...so this is the story for letter "N''. I have written just a bit most of the time has been spent on drawing the cover which I will try to get up once I can
Death of Ennui, The Story of Little Neville Joi
Many years ago in a house of despair and gloom, lived a small child about to meet his doom. He was the happiest sort of boy, named little Neville Joi. Many things he seemed to like. Playing chess, eating cookies, and even riding his red bike. Never would he cuss, harm, or disobey, because he knew if he did, there would be Hell to pay.
One evening, after many hours of play, he found himself far from home he strayed. In a fit of panic he took to the woods to find a shortcut he knew. He ran and he jumped to make up for the hours that flew. Hurrying to find his way home in time for dinner on that frightful eve. He tore a hole in his brand new shirt sleeve.
Horrors ran through his brain, 'O my. What if they see, who knows what my parents will to me.' He walk up to his house, as quietly as a mouse. At the door he was surprised when he opened it to see his mom and dad all calm and not in a fit. 'Mother, Father,' he said with a sigh,'I have done wrong, i feel my punishment is nigh.' His parents did not yell they did not scream, they feed him diner and allowed him to watch his favorite football team.
Later that night, while, on the couch, Neville slept, up the stairs to the child's room, Father and Mother crept. Little Neville was right, his punishment comes at the end of night. The two went into his room and decided to mess with his head, so they painted the walls red, and left a single dirty sheet for a bed. They painted his window black, and pulled up the carpet, leaving each and every tack.
That Morning they woke up Little Neville Joi and lured him in to his room with the prospects of a new toy. Once in his room in awe and slightly dazed, they shut the door behind him in a blaze. Before he knew what happened and started to beat on the door and scream with every knock, they had the door nailed and locked.
It took a few hours for the commotion to cease. Neville looked around and asked God 'Please'. For all he wanted was do be free, and from his parents flee. He walked to the window and noticed it was painted and he tried to scrape as much off with his finger nails till he fainted. He managed only a slight hole, that unfortunately was blocked half way by a metal pole.
Hours grew to days, and days. He ate only what was shoved under the door, and none was given we he asked for more. The bulb blew in his shade less lamp, and the concrete floor was starting to get damp. With the little light he started to go blind, or so he thought, He only saw images in his mind. He could hear his old friends playing out there. He couldn't help but wonder, 'Did they even care.'
Emaciated and pale, Little Neville Joi wondered if he would ever have the chance to tell his tale. He started to think and think some more until he ripped out his hair. 'Why me, Why this, all of this pain for a small tear.' So bored, so alone. Little Neville left out a moan. At that moment he became wise. He knew this room would be his demise. That night in his with sleep abound, death came without a sound. This is the death of a boy, named little Neville Joi.
The End.