The Family Album(Rough)The Family Album
by: James Setele
(NOTE: Everything you are about to read is fictional. These events never occurred in my life)
ACT 1: PERFECTION
When I was a child, I was quite naïve. I had thought my family was perfect. Though, it's understandable why a child would think so. We had gone to church every week, my dad worked only part-time so we all ate dinner together every night, my older sister and I would help out around the house, hell, sometimes we'd all go and volunteer in the soup kitchen. Life seemed great! We couldn't have been a happier family. Well, on the outside that is. Now, you may wonder what I mean by that, well every family has its secrets and my family's were quite large. We each had our own major character flaws that tore at our insides…
ACT 2: MOTHER
Now, my mother was a saint. Well, as far as most people knew. You see, once a week she would bring over somebody she had told my sister and I was our "U
The Guest(Rough)The Guest
By: James Setele
One surprisingly cold, summer night, two cars drive down a lengthy, cobblestone driveway. As the rain bounces off of the hoods and steamed off of the headlights, excitement of the passengers only grew. As they finally get all the way up the driveway, nine eager people step out. The building they've arrived at, the Warner Manor, is a gothic-era looking building of three stories. On either side of the massive, wooden double-doors are candelabras with such a design of edges, twisted metal to make one paranoid just from looking at it. The walls were made of thick, crudely cut stone bricks, much like a medieval castle's walls. The windows were large, stained-glass and had a pattern of the holy trinity. Vines had grown up the walls as a result of neglect throughout time. The people, each being in their mid-twenties, were driven to this place under the simple notion that it was, supposedly, haunted. As they grabbed their suitcases from their cars, one of th
The Story - Teller"Tell me another story, grandpa. Please," I begged.
"Oh alright, one more story, then, I had must be getting home," he answered with a smile. I sat, ready to listen. My grandpa's stories always fascinated me. He started,
"So, there I was, walking through the woods. As it starts getting dark, I go to head back but, I realized I had forgotten my compass. Though I was worried, I never panicked. I looked to the sky and found Polaris, the North Star, and started walking. I must've been walking for a good two hours, when I heard something in the brush. I approached the brush to investigate. When I got closer, a wolf jumped out at me. I wrestled with it for quite some time. I could feel him start to tire out."
"Then, what? Did you kill it?" I had asked completely absorbed into his story.
"Nope. I let him run free. I think it learned better," he paused for a little bit and, then, continued, "now, I really must be going. It's not good for a seven year old boy to be up this late.
Decyt NobylFate, that which leads us all to our destinations in life. It cannot be changed, no matter how hard one tries. This is the story of Chris Tucker, the man who tried to change his fate.
"Come on, Chris. It'll be fun."
"Yeah, come on. Lighten up, Chris."
"Fine, what harm could it do?" Chris said, finally giving in.
"Awesome! Let's go to the fortune tent."
Chris and a couple of his friends were walking around a fair when they had convinced him to get his fortune read. They all went into the tent together. Chris was trying to hold off as long as he could, so he had his friends go first. His friends had all gotten the generic fortunes, good health, wealth, etc. Now, finally, it is Chris's turn. His fortune, on the other hand, was about to be far different than his friends'.
"Come, sit," croaked the fortune teller.
Chris looked around the tent. There were crystal balls, enc