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charisstoma) wrote2014-07-05 05:30 pm
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Creative Writing Class Banned Books List - #2
Title: #2 - The Boy Who Died From Eating All His Vegetables
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 435
Creative Writing Class Banned Books List list
The plate held a pleasingly attractive mix of vegetables in a brown savory wine sauce and Colt eyed it warily restraining himself from making a face. That would surely get him sent to his room but he wouldn’t have to eat what was on the plate ... tonight. There was no assurance that tomorrow this wouldn’t be his lunch and or his supper. His aunt was a contrary mule of a lady.
Carefully he poked the slop with his fork picking out one thing and holding it up speared on the tines. “What’s this Aunt Tilda?”
“Food. Eat it.”
Hesitantly Colt moved the fork with its content towards his mouth. Was that a gleam of something in his dear aunt’s eyes? “I’m not hungry,” and he put his fork down on the plate. “May I be excused, please ma’am?”
“No! You will sit at that table and eat that food, the entire plateful. It’ll be good for you.”
“I have to go to the outhouse.”
“Then you’d better eat all those vegetables before you leave, hadn’t you.”
Colt knew when to give up and ate those vegetables in as few a number of mouthfuls as he could. It was still too many but he choked them down, and made it to the outhouse in time to vomit most of the slop up and hid out in the woods. He never heard his aunt calling to him too wracked by pain in his belly to care.
“You can wake now Son. It’s over,” a voice from his childhood told him. Seen through his eyelids flickering lights and cries surrounded him.
“Where am I?”
“Well they call this place Hell but it don’t half live up to its name.” The cries included whoops and hollers, people were dancing around and seemed to be having a grand ole time.
“So I’m dead then?”
“Yep, Tilda did the same for me. Don’t quite know where the old witch is but when you was delivered there was talk about a trial after’n they found your body with evidences of poisoning. Once she could explain but twice and her the lone beneficiary ... Expect she’ll be joining us soon ‘nuff.”
“Sharing Hell with Aunt Tilda, that don’t sound fair.”
“Well there’s fair and fair,” Colt Senior said, “Look what all the stompin’, dancin’, partin’ is atop.”
There was a mesh the floor was made up, with finger sized holes above a base of hot burning flames. People were down there doing their own dancing and the whoops and hollers were those above who’d been wronged by them, dancing on their fingers
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 435
Creative Writing Class Banned Books List list
The plate held a pleasingly attractive mix of vegetables in a brown savory wine sauce and Colt eyed it warily restraining himself from making a face. That would surely get him sent to his room but he wouldn’t have to eat what was on the plate ... tonight. There was no assurance that tomorrow this wouldn’t be his lunch and or his supper. His aunt was a contrary mule of a lady.
Carefully he poked the slop with his fork picking out one thing and holding it up speared on the tines. “What’s this Aunt Tilda?”
“Food. Eat it.”
Hesitantly Colt moved the fork with its content towards his mouth. Was that a gleam of something in his dear aunt’s eyes? “I’m not hungry,” and he put his fork down on the plate. “May I be excused, please ma’am?”
“No! You will sit at that table and eat that food, the entire plateful. It’ll be good for you.”
“I have to go to the outhouse.”
“Then you’d better eat all those vegetables before you leave, hadn’t you.”
Colt knew when to give up and ate those vegetables in as few a number of mouthfuls as he could. It was still too many but he choked them down, and made it to the outhouse in time to vomit most of the slop up and hid out in the woods. He never heard his aunt calling to him too wracked by pain in his belly to care.
“You can wake now Son. It’s over,” a voice from his childhood told him. Seen through his eyelids flickering lights and cries surrounded him.
“Where am I?”
“Well they call this place Hell but it don’t half live up to its name.” The cries included whoops and hollers, people were dancing around and seemed to be having a grand ole time.
“So I’m dead then?”
“Yep, Tilda did the same for me. Don’t quite know where the old witch is but when you was delivered there was talk about a trial after’n they found your body with evidences of poisoning. Once she could explain but twice and her the lone beneficiary ... Expect she’ll be joining us soon ‘nuff.”
“Sharing Hell with Aunt Tilda, that don’t sound fair.”
“Well there’s fair and fair,” Colt Senior said, “Look what all the stompin’, dancin’, partin’ is atop.”
There was a mesh the floor was made up, with finger sized holes above a base of hot burning flames. People were down there doing their own dancing and the whoops and hollers were those above who’d been wronged by them, dancing on their fingers