Well hello there!
Desktop crapped out on me so I was sans computer for a couple weeks. Parents ended up fronting the funds for a new laptop, so, yay! And I can finally access my external! Found a short story I wrote in like 2008...figured I'd share it to see what everyone thinks.
Connor went to the tool shed for the fourth time in four days. He grabbed the dirt-stained shovel, a tarp, and the pick-axe then walked over to the far corner of the back yard. His twin sister, Cait, waited for him nervously.
“Connor, I’m so sorry. I couldn’t help it!” Cait exclaimed as she looked down at the heavily mutilated body lying at her bare, dirty feet.
Connor sighed, pushing back his blonde hair so he could properly glare at his sister.
“If you would have stayed in your cage like I told you, none of this would have happened!” He replied, trying to keep his voice down.
He threw the tarp to Cait before he began to dig with the shovel. Cait sighed and bent down at the body’s side. For a moment she sniffed like an animal and slowly she moved her hand to the intestines that spilled out from the man’s body. Gently she touched it and brought her fingers to her lips, tasting the iron filled blood. She licked her lips but promptly received a smack across the head.
“Jesus, Cait! Stop that!” Connor scolded.
Cait whimpered, nodded, and began to wrap the body in the tarp while Connor continued to dig. Occasionally she would hear a ‘clang’ sound as Connor used the pick-axe to loosen some of the rocks. After the body was properly wrapped she turned to watch Connor dig.
“Well, you know,” she said, “if it wasn’t for you I would have never been bitten and this never would have happened.” She pulled a leaf from her strawberry blonde hair and flicked it Connor’s way.
“Oh, shut up! Don’t try to blame this on me!” Connor snapped back. He tossed the shovel to the side and began to drag the body into the freshly dug hole. He let it roll over the edge and land with a nice ‘thud’.
“Well I am!” Cait raised her voice slightly but then realized her volume and repeated herself much more quietly. “Well I am blaming you. If you didn’t beg me to go on that stupid trip to the mountains with you we wouldn’t be burying these people.”
Connor rolled his eyes, picked up the shovel, and started putting the dirt back in the hole.
“Just stop, alright? What’s done is done and there’s nothing we can do about it. But this is the last time we do this. I mean it,” he said, wagging his long finger at his sister.
Cait pouted and nodded.
Fifteen minutes had passed and Connor was just smoothing out the top of the grave when a car pulled up in the driveway. The twins looked at each other with wide eyes. When the car shut off and their parents got out they sighed quietly.
“What are you two doing out here at this time of night? And what are you doing with all of those digging tools?” Their mother asked, slamming the car door shut.
“Oh,” Cait said as she put her blood and dirt soaked hands behind her back, “Connor and I found another dead dog on the side of the road. We wanted to give it a proper burial with the others.”
She smiled innocently, looking up at her brother who was nodding in agreement.
“You two are such good kids,” their mother said with a proud smile, “now come on inside. I don’t want you getting sick from this cold weather.”
The twins nodded and followed their parents inside without a word. They glanced at each other briefly, acknowledging that they would never tell a soul about what just happened.
Connor went to the tool shed for the fourth time in four days. He grabbed the dirt-stained shovel, a tarp, and the pick-axe then walked over to the far corner of the back yard. His twin sister, Cait, waited for him nervously.
“Connor, I’m so sorry. I couldn’t help it!” Cait exclaimed as she looked down at the heavily mutilated body lying at her bare, dirty feet.
Connor sighed, pushing back his blonde hair so he could properly glare at his sister.
“If you would have stayed in your cage like I told you, none of this would have happened!” He replied, trying to keep his voice down.
He threw the tarp to Cait before he began to dig with the shovel. Cait sighed and bent down at the body’s side. For a moment she sniffed like an animal and slowly she moved her hand to the intestines that spilled out from the man’s body. Gently she touched it and brought her fingers to her lips, tasting the iron filled blood. She licked her lips but promptly received a smack across the head.
“Jesus, Cait! Stop that!” Connor scolded.
Cait whimpered, nodded, and began to wrap the body in the tarp while Connor continued to dig. Occasionally she would hear a ‘clang’ sound as Connor used the pick-axe to loosen some of the rocks. After the body was properly wrapped she turned to watch Connor dig.
“Well, you know,” she said, “if it wasn’t for you I would have never been bitten and this never would have happened.” She pulled a leaf from her strawberry blonde hair and flicked it Connor’s way.
“Oh, shut up! Don’t try to blame this on me!” Connor snapped back. He tossed the shovel to the side and began to drag the body into the freshly dug hole. He let it roll over the edge and land with a nice ‘thud’.
“Well I am!” Cait raised her voice slightly but then realized her volume and repeated herself much more quietly. “Well I am blaming you. If you didn’t beg me to go on that stupid trip to the mountains with you we wouldn’t be burying these people.”
Connor rolled his eyes, picked up the shovel, and started putting the dirt back in the hole.
“Just stop, alright? What’s done is done and there’s nothing we can do about it. But this is the last time we do this. I mean it,” he said, wagging his long finger at his sister.
Cait pouted and nodded.
Fifteen minutes had passed and Connor was just smoothing out the top of the grave when a car pulled up in the driveway. The twins looked at each other with wide eyes. When the car shut off and their parents got out they sighed quietly.
“What are you two doing out here at this time of night? And what are you doing with all of those digging tools?” Their mother asked, slamming the car door shut.
“Oh,” Cait said as she put her blood and dirt soaked hands behind her back, “Connor and I found another dead dog on the side of the road. We wanted to give it a proper burial with the others.”
She smiled innocently, looking up at her brother who was nodding in agreement.
“You two are such good kids,” their mother said with a proud smile, “now come on inside. I don’t want you getting sick from this cold weather.”
The twins nodded and followed their parents inside without a word. They glanced at each other briefly, acknowledging that they would never tell a soul about what just happened.