Random Old Freewrite

 The town clock tower struck midnight as the last storefront closed on the desolate winter streets. This wasn't where he wanted to be. He had always fancied himself a daring hero who prevailed in the end to claim his prize and win the heart of the damsel no longer in distress due to his heroic efforts. Who could have foretold that the one in distress would be him? Rushing into situations blindly had always been a fault of his. However, as he awoke to sharp pains in his wrists, he quickly  began to regret not thinking his actions through.

"Ah, I see you have decided to grace us with you much despised presence."

That smirk voice filled with hatred, he had known it for years.
" Johnathan? "
"So you still remember me? I'm surprised at you " Johnathan stood in a far away corner of the room, his body shrowded by shadows, only his face could be seen in the light eminating from the window further up the barren walls.
"How could I forget when I see your face everywhere I go."  The metallic taste of blood now filled Tristan's mouth.
"Oh no brother, my face is much more attractive. We may be twins, but I dare say I inherited all the looks...and well now it would seem I have the brains as well."
 Tristan couldn't see it, but he could feel Johnathan crook his mouth into a twisted smirk as he watched from the shadows. He tried standing, but soon found that his feet were bound by very short chains, they rattled as he fell face forward to the  ground. Blood. Blood and sweat was all he could smell. The only thought that ran through Tristan's mind was how many man met their fates in this opaque and miserable dungeon and if he too would share the same fate.
"You know, it was very foolish of you to loose your head over a girl, especially that silly little thing." Andrea.
"What have you done with her!" Tristan knew he was playing right into his brother's hand, but he could not control the surge of anger that flowed through his body. Women were man's greatest weakness, his demise, and he had fallen in love despite all of this knowledge.
"Oh, the girl?" Johnathan emerged from the shadows and stepped into the stream of light pouring from the single window. His hair was much shorter than Tristan's, Johnathan had always made a point to be different, to stand a part from his twin brother.  "Oh dear brother, she's not to far, just look out the window."  Johnathan strode over and lifted Tristan to his knees, as he lifted his eyes to the high window everything seemed to drain away from his body. Everything faded away, the blood dripping from his mouth, the pain in his rib cage, the sound of carriages and horses traveling by. The only thing that existed was Andrea... her head on a high pike just outside the window.

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Should I continue this story???

Summers in Adye (part 1) rough draft

Corbin was so tired, he could barely think clearly. He just wanted to turn back and go home, but he knew Sarah was persistent.

 “Sarah, I don’t think we should be out here right now, its past eleven o’clock, and I have to work tomorrow morning.”

 ‘Ok so if we take a right here then…’

 “SARAH ELIZABETH DAY WILL YOU STOP!”

 Sarah had been so wrapped up in her own thoughts that she forgotten all about Corbin. He looked quite upset, she could tell from his practically demonic stare.

“Corbin please, I promise this is the last time.”

Corbin knew very well this would not be the last night Sarah climbed through his bedroom window and dragged him on some outrageous adventure. However, summer would be over in four weeks, which meant that school would begin. School never went well for Sarah. She was taunted and teased because of how different she was. It had been that way since she had moved there eight years ago in late July, after her mother’s death. Corbin’s elder brother, David, left that same summer for England to pursue his golfing career. David was more than just a brother to Corbin, he was his best friend, and no one else could understand Corbin except David. So that Summer Corbin, at the age of ten, fell into a depression that worried his parents. He would lock himself in his room, hardly spoke, and refused to interact with the outside world. In a desperate attempt to save their son, Mr. and Mrs. Summers coerced Corbin to volunteer at the library in town. Mr. Day had recently been hired as the librarian of the local, but neglected, library. Corbin at first didn’t want to work at the library, but no one ever ventured there, so it was almost like being alone in his room. However, Mr. Day’s daughter Sarah came to the library everyday and almost always checked out a book.  One day, he saw her reaching for a book she couldn’t reach. He would have helped her, but there was a step stool not too far from her and he was sure she would see it there. However, when looked at her next she had, not very neatly, stacked six or seven books on top of each other and was standing on top of them, with one foot in the air, and reaching with all her might for the book. It was obvious to Corbin that the books weren’t going to hold her for much longer. He ran from behind the counter and dashed down the isle of books, where she had just lost balanced. He got there just in time to, not so gracefully, catch her.  He would never forget the first of many smiles she gave him, nor her excuse as to why she didn’t use the step stool. According to her, the step stool had been rude to her earlier. He could tell that she was different from everybody, besides the fact that she talked to inanimate objects. She dressed unlike any of the girls in town. While the other girls were in dresses and skirts and worrying about which lip gloss to wear, she wore blue jeans, over sized sweatshirts, and sported books like the other girls wore purses. Despite Sarah’s uniqueness, Corbin found himself best friends with her in what seemed to be a matter of days. Once they started school, people rejected and teased her and told her she was ugly. Although Sarah never said anything about it, Corbin knew it bothered her. He was always able to read her like she read all those books in the library.

 So as the wind blew forcefully between them, Corbin couldn’t help but feel bad for her, but he also knew he was going to regret his next few words,

“Fine, but you are taking the blame if we get caught”.

Sarah practically screamed, “I promise! Cross my heart, hope to live, stick a needle in your eye”

“Sarah that’s not how it goes, it’s ‘hope to die, stick a needle in my eye’” Corbin retorted, as they started walking to their destination. As Corbin thought about it, she never told him where they were headed.

“I know, but why on earth would I want to stick a needle in my eye? I would much rather stick it in yours, and I thought you wanted us to come out alive after this adventure?”, Sarah said smiling and giggling. This statement, although said jokingly, scared Corbin.

“Sarah where is tonight’s adventure?”

 She thought about it as she took a sharp right turn at the end of the street, throwing Corbin off.  He had to jog quickly to catch back to her.

“Well to be honest I haven’t a clue. I happened upon this interesting book the other day and in it this man talks about this amazing place!” she explains as she held up a dreadfully old, small, leather bound book.

Corbin’s head began to ache because he knew this was going to be like the last time she “hadn’t a clue, but happened upon this book,” which ended with them in another city and covered in poison ivy. The anguish was written all over his face.  

Slight change in plans

Hi! I hit a road block with this very raw story. However, I have a new shorts blog for a class I am taking, so far it is just free write but the are very interesting free writes. Check it out if you'd like http://bookofshorts.wordpress.com/. Hopefully I can get this reigns back on this story!