Greetings Citizens! My name is Richard F. Yates, and today is DAY ONE of our NOVEMBER 2024 W.T.F. Festival! For the next thirty days, I will be posting ONE NEW ENTRY, EACH DAY, until the month is over. The main point of both my NEOCITIES page AND the WTF process is freedom to do whatever the fluff I want, so that's what I'm gonna do. The only "rules" to the game are: 1. Post at least once a day for the entire month. 2. Try to make at least one original DRAWING / PHOTO / SCRIBBLE / VIDEO / or AUDIO piece for each day. And 3. WRITE SOMETHING NEW for each day... The point of ALL OF THIS is to make shit. And I'm gunna!!!
Here, below, is my new FICTION / PROSE / POETRY / WRITING bit... ENJOY:
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Vick and Toby were sitting in the closet. The door was closed, and this particular closet had no internal light source. It was shallow, so the designers didn't think it NEEDED a light. Toby held a flashlight, but he was afraid to turn it on...
Their breathing was heavy, and they both tried to listen beyond the door to hear if IT was coming... They could barely make out a wailing sound, but it seemed far away.
"What if she finds us?" Toby asked in a shaking whisper.
As the old brother, Vick tried to protect Toby by shushing him, silently, but it was so dark in the closet, he didn't figure Toby could tell that's what he was doing. He whispered as quietly as he could...
"If she comes in here looking, we'll try to run past her and get down the stairs then outside. We can go to Herb's house, or something..."
"She's gonna git us," Today started to sob. Vick put his hand over his brother's lips. The stairs began to creak and strain. They both thought they could hear nails running along the walls of the stairwell. They shivered and twitched...
After a few seconds, the house went silent. The boys listened, holding their breaths, for half of Eternity. Toby even started to relax when it seemed like the danger may have passed them by, and then the closet door flung itself open!
"God! There you are!" shrieked the teenage girl. She was holding a cell phone in her hand and wearing a college sweater...menacingly... "I said it's time for dinner! I know you heard me, so let's go!"
"NOW!" screamed Vick, and both boys scrambled out of the closet, rushing past the ripped jeans covering the legs of their pursuer. They tore across the room, slammed the door shut, and rushed down the stairs, every fiber of their being reacting to the smell of liver and onions coming from the kitchen. The strench grew stronger as they flew down the steps. "Come on!" Vick screamed! He opened the front door and bolted outside, followed a pace behind by his brother, who squealed a horrorific whine as he ran.
"GODDAMMIT! Get back here! I'm telling your parents, ya little brats!!!" The wicked screeching coming from the open front door of the house propelled the boys even faster, as they rushed across the street and fled through the side yard of the Grumpy Guy's house, his ancient basset hound growling, half-heartedly, as they passed his doghouse, and they continued away into the night.
"This job is NOT worth $50 bucks a night," the girl said into her phone as she ducked back inside the now empty house and smashed the front door closed.
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