ShakeyAir
Joined: 27 Apr 2004
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 Posted: Tue Apr 27, 2004 3:53 pm Post subject: ShakeyAir's "Agoraphobia" |
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FIRST POST!
Alright. I got a story, obviously haha. It's called Agoraphobia. I summarize the story below the part I've written, so don't read that part if you want the suprise and all when the story gets to the end. Please tell me what you think.
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Chapter One-"The Crazy Lady"
The laughing, that’s what bothered her the most. In older times people would feel pity, but society is slowly going to hell. Humans used to care that a girl saw her parents die in front of her eyes, saw their blood splatter on the house, saw the driver that hit their car skid off without warning anyone, without doing anything.
None of them knew what it was like, being a girl of only eight, running out to the driveway to see if her mom and dad were alright. Of course they weren't. And that was the last time she had ever been outside. They called it insanity, but it seemed perfectly sane to her, perfectly right. She didn't need people, she needed to live.
For fourteen years her house had been her world, only connected to Earth through telephone and television. She had never gone out further than the rug on the doorway, never wanted to try. Volunteers came by to help, and as much as she hated accepting it, without them she could never live. They brought her food, drink, and sometimes tried therapy. Never worked, never will, but they tried.
So as she looked out the window at the scoffing children, she tried to pretend that they weren’t laughing at her. She couldn’t, she knew she was this quiet town’s crazy lady. She wished that they would suffer as she did, so she could see how they coped. She could laugh at them behind the safety of her house. They would know that they were so bad, the crazy lady laughed at them.
In the middle of her thoughts, the front doorbell rang. Probably some kid playing a prank, the most common of all the times people rang the bell. Nonetheless, she walked up and turned the brass knob just enough to see who was out there. A volunteer…better than the children she supposed.
“Gloria, I’ve brought you breakfast.” they said. She wondered why all these strangers thought they had the right to call her Gloria. Her parents gave her that name, not some person who pretends to have a heart of gold to get a tax deduction.
Even with the thousands of bitter thoughts coursing through her mind, “Thanks.” was all she responded with. She shut the door on the man on her doorstep, and sat down to eat.
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SPOILER AREA
The course of the story is that a murderer will enter her home, and she cannot leave because of her 'insanity' but she obviously cant stay in her house, so shes fighting herself and avoiding the killer at the same time. You think she'll be able to do it? |
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