Topic: Forum Games /
Storyteller Idol (ROUND 1- FREE WRITE)
Anyway, here is my short story, entitled “The Dreamer”.
London, Ohio, despite sharing its name with a fairly reputable city in Europe, was under normal circumstances a fairly calm town. The people of the town rose with the morning sun, and were often in bed by the time the moon shone at night. However, today was special. A hush was over the town like a black veil. It seemed as if aside from the rustling of trees in the wind, the whole town was completely silent. It was the end of the summer season, and just as the children were prepared to go off to school once more and bid lazy summer afternoons goodbye, one of their own was taken from them.
The name of the student in question was Jacob Feathers, a would-be junior who had recently died in a tragic accident. Among the mourners were five of his classmates whom he often spoke with in the months prior to his death; Sybil Starkly, Colin Braddock, Rosco Weiss, Olivia Wilheim, and Taylor Herietza.
Some of them had considered Jacob to be a good friend of theirs for years; Some only a few weeks. However, the one thing all these people have in common is that they all spoke to Jacob near the time of his death. As the funeral procession marched onward, it began to dawn on the five of them that Jacob was gone, and would not be coming back.
“Jacob was a good man and a wonderful friend. It’s a shame that he was taken from us far before his time.”
“What happened to Jacob should not have happened. But, it did. We must move on. He…he would have wanted that, I think.”
“Jacob was…unique. He always carried himself with pride and dignity, and it seemed as if he was constantly pushing himself to new horizons.”
“I won’t lie; I didn’t know Jacob as well as everyone else here, but I can safely confirm that all these statements are true. ”
“Jacob is-he WAS-that is to say that…”
Taylor went on like this, sputtering like a dying engine. Olivia, Rosco, Colin, and Sybil escorted her outside, away from the atmosphere of the room. Away from her pain. Away from Jacob.
It was the first Saturday in June. School had just gotten out, and as such a throng of teenagers with too much time on their hands was released upon the town. For the seniors graduating this meant the end of an era as they moved on to college. For everyone else, this meant an engraved invitation to Rosco Weiss’s annual end-of-year party.
Rosco Weiss was a good student, but that wasn’t the main reason everyone knew him. Everyone knew him due to his reputation for throwing amazing parties. However, one had to have a certain reputation to earn an invitation to a party. These wasn’t a single person on the guest list who wasn’t involved with multiple groups within the school. The athletes, intellectuals, actors, singers, and class officers would attend the party. The loners, boozehounds and troublemakers would not. The first party Rosco held, though a success, was a huge failure by the standards of his later extravaganzas. Two-thirds of the school was invited for a party at Fairbanks Park. The net result of the party was a broken ankle, a couple hundred guests who were so drunk as to be incapacitated, and three black eyes. There was a prevented fourth black eye as well; An incident which introduced Rosco to his current girlfriend, Sybil Starkly. It was the results of this first party that led to Rosco being more selective of his guests.
Tonight, the party would be held at Canterville. Canterville was a local hotel that had a large ballroom, and a popular location for wedding receptions. Rosco received a tip-off from an anonymous Senior Class Officer that Canterville was the yet-to-be-announced location of next years prom. Always enjoying a practical joke, he borrowed small sums of cash from several friends so that he could afford the ballroom for this evenings party.
Jacob Feathers was putting the finishing touches on his choice of outfit for the night. He decided to go with something a bit flashy for this particular night; All white. An ivory ensemble that by comparison made it seem like he had spent a month in the sun preparing his skin for the party. After checking in the mirror making absolutely sure there wasn’t so much as a stray piece of dust on his blazer, he grabbed his car keys and walked out the door. His mother told him to be back before the sun rose. Even though Rosco rarely set an end time for his parties past midnight, the parties always seemed only to falter when the night did.
When Jacob arrived at Canterville, it was only 6:50. The party started at 7:00. He still strode in through the ebony doorway, because anyone that knows Rosco knows that he starts his parties nearly half an hour earlier than when he says they start. Coming just slightly early would be considered fashionably late. As he walked in, the first person greetings him was none other than Colin Braddock. Colin was a close friend, since he and Jacob were both involved in nearly every activity together. Choir, check. Student Government, check. Drama, check. Check, check, check.
“Jacob, it’s about time you arrived! Your date is waiting inside!”
“My date? So, it’s official then?”
The date Colin was referring to was Olivia Wilhelm, a sophomore. She was involved in numerous activities and would have immediately received an invitation, but when Rosco sent out the original guest list he forgot to include everyone with last names from W-Z. Even though he quickly rectified the error, the mere that he invited Olivia would, in the long run, cause Jacobs death. It was a fact which escaped the minds of everyone. Well, everyone except Rosco.
That evening would be fraught with worry. At the party, Taylor Herietza broke up with her boyfriend. She went to Jacob for consolation, as Jacob had held an unusually strong affection for her during the past year. Unfortunately, Jacob was busy with his date, Olivia. Instead, Taylor left miserable and alone, feeling betrayed by him. He called her from the bathroom after he noticed she had gone. He attempted to console her, but after an hour of listening to her weep and moan he had the sense that he had only worsened the issue.
Two months later. Drunk. Dreadful headache. Darkness. Nothingness. Calm. Rest. Relaxation. Wait, no. Warm. Hot. But, comfortable. Bright lights surrounded by darkness. Loud music. A party. Lots of people. Mostly people he recognizes. The party is outdoors. A pool is in the middle. He stands near the pool, chatting. During a lull in conversation, he sees Taylor. All alone. Angry? She points at him, fire in her eyes. Runs towards him, trying to knock him into the pool. He steps to the side, and she falls in headfirst. He takes off jacket and jumps in after her. Everyone else follows, without even changing into swimming clothes. It isn’t very deep. His toes touch the ground, but he’s barely in above his chest. She comes near him. Whispers in his ear. He hears her and her words, but he can’t understand them. What is she saying? What is she saying? Can’t understand her at all. Everything slows down. Music fades, light fades, even friends fade away. Into the darkness. The party is over now. He heads home. He passes over a bridge. The bridge is made of wood, and creaks as he walks across. Suddenly, a voice. Taylor. Calm. Composed. Not angry anymore. Walks towards him, briskly, brightly. She smiles at him. He smiles back. She starts to frown. She pushes him, gently, into the wooden siding of the bridge. He holds on to it, and lean back. He smiles. He hears a bending noise, a tearing noise. The wooden siding falls back. The ground is rushing up to meet him, and he isn’t smiling. Taylor is smiling. You can see her smiling. Snap. She looks sad. He can’t see her at this point, but he feels sad. He wanted her to be happy. Happy. Calm. Wet. Damp. Tired. Sleep. Sleep.