It had quite a while since he and Mr Squire came to spend time together. So when he had received a letter of invitation from his former English teacher to visit the place that served as an inspiration of his childhood story; my bear neighbor that lives in the mountains. He was more than happy to go. That was how he found himself in a taxi listening to old fashion music with a hippie as his taxi driver.
Recently times had been hard for Becky with no articles to publish that other journalist hadn't already wrote. Determined to set herself apart from the other, she searched long and hard for a scoop worthy to be at the front page. That was when she came across an old newspaper in her town's library about an old tourism hot spot named Angel's peak. So far no other journalist had ever written an article of a place with such an intriguing name that would definitely catch the eyes of many readers.
Now she stood in a rural town in the middle of nowhere. Had she made a mistake or could she turn this around?
As the music switches to a new track the driver looked at the rear view mirror. "So what brings you to this part of the woods my friend." His voice hoarse and deep with curiosity.
For Becky: Down the cobble pavement intersected by a plus junction road where a few squarish bricked buildings. There were a few people walking up and down those pavement. The rest of the building around her were short rectangular houses with pale yellowish walls. If anything they looked like massive sheds houses if she were to compare the houses from her home town.
Right now, Eric wasn’t sure if he liked the upbeat music flooding through the vehicle. As the driver’s voice cut through he was glad that something had distracted him from the noise, so maybe he didn’t like it after all.
“One of Mr. Squire, my English teacher from school sent me a letter to invite me here. To be honest I don’t know what to expect but I’m ready for whatever it is.”
"Interesting friend you have there, Can't say to expect anything pleasant there but there is a fast food restaurant." He said as the cab turned into the town and stopped next to a house walled up with wooden planks. "Your trip comes to a total of $80."
Eric took the taxi driver’s advice and headed towards the church. For a moment he did wonder why the driver was sending him to a church instead of a hotel. However, he quickly shook that thought away as it sounded like a nice gesture for the church to do.
For Eric: Following the driver's instruction, it wasn't long before Eric saw a large white house with a bell tower. The subtle smell of lavender permeated the air and the weather felt cooler here compared to the scorching heat moments ago. A man and a woman was seen running towards the church. The man in front was waving his arms at the woman carrying potted rose as they hurriedly entered the church, leaving the door wide open.
For Becky: The sound of cicadas filled her mind as the prickly sensation of sweat getting drawn out of her pores irritated her skin. So far nothing. Just then scratchy voice asked if she needed a place to stay. The man in offer was a short bearded guy wearing an unbuttoned black shirt with a white t-shirt with jeans.
As the chilled air sent a little shiver through him, Eric watched the little chaotic moment and instantly thought of Mr Squire, did he really send him here? If so, why? It didn’t make sense to him. However, instead of losing his thoughts on the matter he made his way to the church’s entrance.
Inside, the aisles were decked with people holding a white rose clasped near their chest, their eyes closed in deep thought and their mouths moving ever so slightly and silently. At the alter was a cross wrapped around in vines with many different kinds of roses bloomed on it. And kneeling at the alter under the ray of sunlight shining through the window was a woman dressed in a black and white robe. "Once again, we thank you father for bringing us together and showing us the way through your divine teaching and love. Amen."
"Amen." The crowd repeated, opening their and gazing at the alter as the lady rose to her feet. The organ's melody resonated through the room for a brief moment and the lady turned her head.
*Eric make an appearance roll.
The man introduced himself as Sherriff Jones, the son of the gun shop owner in this town. As the two of you drove down the street in his old pickup truck, he started making small conversations like if bigfoot or aliens existed. Ever since he was a little boy, he was always into the superstitions of other worldly beings and was more than prepared to take on a zombie apocalypse in his homemade bunker. "So you believe in gods or myths?" He asked when the truck stopped at a red light.
Post by doublejay9 on Jan 11, 2020 12:12:45 GMT -6
Becky was thrilled to learn that the sheriff was into superstitions and zombies and aliens. It was almost like talking with Ben. It had been too long.
The sheriff's question at the stop light made her sigh. "My parents want me to say yes," she began. "We're good Christian folks. Know what I mean? Personally, I'm not sure. I mean, something like that has to exist. Just don't know who's got the truth, if anybody does."
For Eric: There was a slight flutter in Eric's stomach as your eyes momentarily locked. How soft her blue eyes look with her luscious blond hair tucked neatly under her hood and how feminine her voice sounds. Eric felt somewhat inclined in wanting to know her. However she looked away and went back to address her followers.
"The season is almost upon us where we finally see the work bear fruit. Your faith had not been in vain and soon the garden of Eden will be opened to all."
The crowd cheered and clapped as the doors at the side of the alter opened and people began to exit.
For Becky: "...Gotcha." He said and cranked his gears as the traffic lights turned. They drove up to the street with two story houses and stopped at a blue house.
"Hey lemme help ya with ya stuff." He grabbed Becky's luggage from the back of his truck and opened the door. The interior of the house was furbished with wooden furniture and several animal carpets laying on the floor. There was also a deer mounted on the wall beneath a hunting rifle.
"It's a little messy... But its home." He said and went up the stairs. "Sit down for a bit, I'll get us some coffee in the pot soon."
Nessa Arandur: soooo, I'm considering another RPG soon. We may be silent, but we're still writing!
Oct 4, 2019 22:04:08 GMT -6
bilance: nope I still pop in from time to time
May 14, 2019 8:55:21 GMT -6
Tglassy: The small town of Ash, a haven for refugees from the fall of a great city of legend, Is now empty of the life that had briefly touched it when those refugees first appeared.
Mar 22, 2019 15:49:58 GMT -6
Tglassy: Wind blows through the abandoned doors, tumbleweeds roll across the deserted roads as vines begin their creep up the walls of what used to be a bustling town square.
Mar 22, 2019 15:48:35 GMT -6
Raveneye: Whoa. Forgot to check in recently.
Jan 29, 2019 9:10:58 GMT -6
beesauce: the ones that paralyze. i had an accident. Sprained neck, pinched nerve. Lost feeling in my legs. Nightmare's IRL
Dec 10, 2018 14:39:07 GMT -6
bilance: Nice to hear from you again bee. what kind of rabbit holes have you been jumping in
Dec 10, 2018 2:04:28 GMT -6
beesauce: dead alive bilance
Dec 10, 2018 0:06:35 GMT -6
bilance: hello anyone still here?
Dec 9, 2018 23:14:28 GMT -6
beesauce: Raveneye. I was banned permanently from Writersbeat.com. Online Literature is not a great site for communication, in the same way Writersbeat was dying and now upgraded, looks great. Now that I'm banned it can go back to being annoying w/same ol'toxins/sry
Nov 21, 2018 13:01:00 GMT -6