ErikaRBarker

I was lying on the stairs. I remember not wanting to move and just pressing my forehead into the carpeted stairs. I couldn't look at that body. I’d been glad to take the day off. My birthday, I’d said was the reason. I lied. My hands shook violently when I’d helped them carry the body from the pool. Pardon, please, the disjointed nature of my thoughts. It all started on the day of Gatsby’s unfortunate accident. I’d gone back home to prepare for work and then called in to say a friend and I were doing something special for my birthday. I turned thirty. I heard the two gunshots in quick succession coming from t

The Disney Orphanage was packed. The rooms were dark. Milo was ushered in by a big old lady. "You'll stay here until you get adopted. Might be never, might be able to get you a job doing something," she said to the thirteen year old tears fresh in his dark eyes. "You get used to her," came a soft voice. It was a small whisper of a voice. The voice was hoarse and tiny. "Trust me." The child was holding a broom he was missing his two front teeth and couldn't have been older than 4 or 5. "You're lucky. She likes the older kids 'cause they can do more and they can read and write. She can sell them out." "What's your name?" Milo asked looking a

The day was finally over. Elizabeth had decided it was a good time for a power-nap on her best friend's leg and that's where she slept. She loved it in Gracey Manner it was a nice cool place away from the Orlando heat. George gently shook her awake. "Time for our  swinging wake  to begin love." He whispered. "Time already?" She asked. "I could stay just us two for hours." "Oh you're just  dying  to please me." She giggled at his little joke. He waltzed her town the stairs. Her dress was pink in color with a white apron tied around her waste. He was wearing, as always, his blue suit coat, black bow tie and black breaches. His eyes were a b

Scooter smiled as the final first season show came to a close. Jim was grinning like crazy. Scooter high-fived. "Well, that's a wrap." Jim smiled. "Great job," Richard said allowing Scooter to jump into his arms. Jim smiled he was glad Richard was getting along with one of the Muppets. Fozzie was telling a joke to Frank and Kermit was with Jim spying on Scooter and Richard. "Hey Scooter you and I should do a duet," Richard said giving the teen's shoulders a squeeze. "Ya mean it?" Scooter asked. "Yeah," Richard said grinning. He was a huge role model to Scooter. The fourteen year old Muppet and the 26 year old were inseparable. Scooter

He was well enough within a few days to go back to town and try and sell his Thneed. He failed once and went back one last time before finally becoming angry enough that he threw it. He never knew that that would be the cause of his success or his fall from glory. He thought back on this time he spent with his animal friends. "'Drey? How much longer before the 'wonderful surprise?'" He wondered out loud. "Because you have no idea what I wouldn't give for trees, another round with pneumonia and some pancakes," he said looking out on his wasteland. She said. She promised! All he had to do was wait. So, he took wood and boarded up his window

Future Audrey listened to her mother tell her the story of the Once-ler when she was sixteen. Ted visted him many times telling him about the tree. She knew he showed him pictures. Ted commuted back and forth for ten years. He was nearly thirty two now. He was married to Audrey with a little one on the way. Ted loved that old man. They laughed and talked for hours. They made pancakes and ate marshmellows. To Ted, the Once-ler was like a father or a grandfather he never had. He started the commutes when he was a seventh grader when he was twelve and continued them even now when he was in his thirties. He was the only person who the Once-le

The poor kid was holding onto the sink. He was leaning over wheezing. "Beanpole?" I asked. I scurried over to him. "She promised. She promised this wouldn't hurt Mustache." His mother. "Easy kid, sit down. Easy. Easy." I coaxed. I took his face in my hands. Breathing was so hard for him. "Don't worry kid. Alice grab his inhaler it's on his desk or it should be. Keep breathing." I'd never seen anyone run so fast. She came back holding the small object.  She offered it to him. He seemed confused. "Kid stay with me. Don't panic kid. It's okay." I murmured. He looked unsteady even sitting. He brought the inhaler up to his mouth with shaky

I was lying on the stairs. I remember not wanting to move and just pressing my forehead into the carpeted stairs. I couldn't look at that body. I’d been glad to take the day off. My birthday, I’d said was the reason. I lied. My hands shook violently when I’d helped them carry the body from the pool. Pardon, please, the disjointed nature of my thoughts. It all started on the day of Gatsby’s unfortunate accident. I’d gone back home to prepare for work and then called in to say a friend and I were doing something special for my birthday. I turned thirty. I heard the two gunshots in quick succession coming from t

Scruple woke up after a particularly terrifying nightmare. He went into the kitchen quiet as a mouse his tiny hands were still shaking. His whole body was shaking. He just wanted some hot chocolate. That was all he wanted and then he'd go back to bed. Gargamel only had coco powder in the winter. He never used it only Scruple did when he was too terrified to think of anything else. He wiped a few tears that lingered in his eyes. He was still reeling and frightened from the dream. The house, his house, had been on fire. His mother curled in the corner burning. He was trying to get out smoke filling his lungs. He was screaming. He could see