3-Part-Story-Mash-Up

    It all started when Mrs. Gopher was tripped. It probably wouldn’t of just been ignored, except Mrs. Gopher now had a broken leg and arm. The hospital bill was outrageous and Mr. Gopher was furious. Now I have been hired, Angus Cow, to solve the mystery. I have to find who tripped Mrs. Gopher, and they will have to pay the price. They will have to pay the hospital bill.
     I started at the crime seen, as any good detective would. The tripping took place at a concert. Mr. Lizard was performing at a local stage and Mrs. and Mr. Gopher are huge fans of his classic love songs. I need to look into who else was at that concert. 

 UNFINISHED 

Embelish a Classified Ad story

I have an inward hate of old people. People above 55 deserve to die. Their stench alone grosses me out. That is why I created “The Apartment.” Those oldies above 55 never come out. Some say this is manslaughter, I say, this is justice.  My classified add brought many customers to my new death machine. One by one “The Apartment” chewed their brittle bones and rid the world of their wrinkly oldness and old person smell.

Soon many old people were flocking to the call of  “GORGEOUS BRAND NEW APTS Free Rent! $0 Deposit! Come see our amazing facility!” Each of them smiled as they laid eyes on the rooms perfectly suited to their old persony needs. Little did they know that this was no ordinary old folks home. This place was living. And they would die here.

Today another elderly woman would be coming to see her new site of death. Her name was Rose, and she was 86 years old. Lately she had been living with her son and his family, but she had finally saved up enough money to move into her dream place. I went out to meet her , and was surprised to see that she was very fit, and attractive for an old person. Not to mention she smelled like vanilla, not like old people at all.   

“Hello.” I greeted her as she approached the apartment door.

“Hi.” She said in a voice that sounded nothing like the usual raspy voice of those her age.

“If you want to follow me inside, I’ll show you around. After you move in you can fix it to your liking.” I told her as we stepped through the door.

She gasped as she looked around the living room, “This is magnificent!” She exclaimed.  “ I love it! I’ll move in right away!”

“Deal!” I replied. “You’ll move in on this coming Monday if that’s all right with you.”

“That sounds perfect! I look forward to living here.” With that last statement, she turned and left.

MONDAY

Monday morning came along and I was waiting at the apartment to greet her and help her get situated. As I was helping her unpack her stuff I noticed a small box that was very heavy for its size.

“What’s in here?” I asked.

She replied, “A piece of the past. Go ahead and open it if you want.” I opened it. Inside were two gold Olympic track medals and one silver.

“Wow!” I couldn’t help gaping at her like a child. “You won all of these?”

“I sure did Johnny!”

“It’s Jonathan.” I quickly corrected her. She just laughed and continued unpacking. After unpacking she asked me if I would like a cup of tea.

While drinking my warm cup of tea I look over and see the face of this lovely elderly lady peering at me. My heart thumped. What was this? Am I really falling for this amazingly sweet Rose? Glancing at her face again I realized that must be the case. But I am sending her to her death! How could I do such a thing?! If I’m falling for her, does that mean I now need to save her?

I decided right that moment to try to persuade her to move right out and in with her son again. “Doesn’t your son live far away from here? Maybe you should move back in with him. What about your grandchildren? Won’t they miss you? It’s a bad decision moving into this apartment.”

“Don’t be silly Johnny! Moving into this apartment will be great for me! I’ll get to live alone for the first time in a long time, and I’ll get to spend time with you.”

“But, but, but....” Rose leaned over and kissed me. “What?!”

“Don’t argue with me, Johnny. I’m staying.” She smiled and I wasn’t sure what to say. At that, we sat and drank tea together. We laughed and when I finally looked at the clock I realized a few hours had gone by.

“I have to go now Rose, but thank you for a lovely time.” This was bad news. I couldn’t convince her to leave and no one had lasted for over a month in this apartment. I have thirty days to make her want to move. What could I possibly do to convince my lovely Rose.  As I sat at home I wondered about what I could do. What I should do to save her. Nothing was coming to mind until finally I thought of the solution. I’ll marry her! Then she’ll have to leave her apartment and stay with me! Then I could destroy that killer, and live out the rest of my life with Rose in happiness!

A week passed, then two. Rose and I spent more and more time together, both at her deadly apartment and my cosy condo. Then on a date to a romantic movie I “popped the question” so to speak. “Rose, will you marry me?”

“I don’t have very long to live Johnny, you know that. You wouldn’t be able to be happy after I die.”

“But darling I can’t be happy at all unless I’m with you. And

nothing could possibly make me a happier man.”

“If you insist Johnny. You know I love you just as much, and nothing could make me happier either.”

A Very Short Time Later

“Do you Jonathan, take you Rose, to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

“I do.”

“And do you Rose take Jonathan to be your husband?”

“I do.”

“You may kiss the bride.”

After the wedding Rose moved into my condo almost immediately. She was safe from the apartment, which I tore down, and I was happy for a few months. Until she started to get sick.  

Rose was very critically ill for a week, then sadly she passed from this life. I was alone again, but I had bigger problems to deal with besides my grief.

The police had reopened the case of all the elderly people who had passed away. I was prime suspect in their murder. In the court case I plead guilty, knowing it was my fault and ready to accept my punishment. Maybe if Rose had still been alive I would have fought the sentence, but she was dead and I had nothing left to live for.

I got a life sentence because of my foolishness. So now I’m stuck here for the rest of my life, waiting for death and my Rose to come and bring me to the other side.

Bump Under the Rug

After two weeks, it happened again. The first time, I didn’t worry too much. Things have gotten much worse this time though.

My name is Alfred Sovek. I am a 60 year old man living in northern Germany.  I had just moved into my new home when it first happened. It was a normal house, in a normal neighborhood. Or so I thought. After two months of living in the house, it started changing. First it only was a bump in the rug. I looked under the rug to examine the strange bump. It looked just the same as the rest of the wood floor, only it was raised from it. I wasn’t sure how go about this, so I ignored it for awhile. Soon after though the walls started changing. I would wake one morning to find the walls caving in, the next to find the walls expanding out. More bumps appeared under the rugs and I could no longer just ignore the house. Lucky for me, a strange woman, Ms. Clover,  lived down the street. She said she specialized in potions and spells. Everyone said she was crazy, and crazy was just what I needed.

Late the next day I went to talk to her. I knocked on her door and waited a moment. “Hello.” I said after she opened the door.

“Morning, sir.” Ms. Clover replied.

“I was wondering if you could take a look at my house for me, it seems to be changing.” The calm expression on my face held it’s presence, even though she seems a bit alarmed.

“Changing? In what way?” She asked, giving me a look of curiosity now.

“Oh, just things like the floor having bumps, the walls moving.”

“Aw, well I will see what I can do! I’ll come over tomorrow and take a look.”

“Thank-” I started to say, before she shut the door. With that I left her porch and returned to my strange home, where the floor was now covered in bumps that I avoided stepping on as I traveled to my bed to get a night’s rest. The next morning I had just woken when I heard the doorbell.

“Morning!” Ms. Clover said with excitement as she stepped through my door. She set some books on one of my shelves before examining each strange curve in the wall, and each place the floor was raised. Was she was finished she took a seat and opened one of her books, after searching through her book for awhile she spoke. “Seems you have no ordinary house.”

“Is that so?” I replied to her obvious statement.

“I’ve come to the conclusion that your house has an infestation. Living beneath your floors and behind your walls are a rare creature. They have no official name but are referred to as husskapninger, Norwegian for house creatures. It seems you have many hus living in your home. With a simple spell I should be rid of them.”

After she told me this, she cast a spell and they were gone. My house had no more bumps and it returned to normal. Everything was fine, until it happened again. This time I had much more to worry about...

Obsession

Obsession takes you over,

you’re not the person you used to show,
you’re a fragment of one’s self
and I just thought you should know,
Now when I try to talk to you,
you disregard what I say.
All that matters is your obsession.
It’s taken you away.
You told me I was your friend,
someone important to you,
but if I were wouldn’t you show that,
in anything you do?
I cry sometimes, you know?
Thinking about what we once were,
I think about it all the time,
but can you even remember?
The six of us stuck together.
We each wore a bracelet to show,
that friendship means forever,
but is that really so?
Now it feels you left some of us behind,
to worship your obsession,
the one that makes you blind.
We all really miss you three.
We just want you to open your eyes,
open your eyes and see,
that life isn’t about one big obsession.
It’s about friends,
its about what we used to be.