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Serial Stories: Untitled Masterpiece #1: Darkness (2/6)
24 votesAuthor: Keyboardman Published: 2/11/2008 story views: 2237
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plane to Ohio. She had chosen him to buy her house.
At first he laughed and said no, but she was insistent to the point he at least buzzed his secretary and told her he was stepping out for an hour for lunch and drove the old lady home. As soon as he pulled in the driveway he was overwhelmed. The home was beautiful. Before she even got out of the car, the old woman handed him the keys, again. “Come inside, my child.” She said. “This is where your dreams come true”.
Within the hour a deal was made, affordable via his new job and only the papers needed to be drawn up and signed. His “angel” was off to her new home the next morning and that afternoon he had moved in. She had left almost everything, taking as she said; “only a few baubles for the best memories were locked away in her heart where neither time nor man could take them away.”
He had completed his first week at work, consumed by the ease at which he took control, and surprised by the fact that he had not taken the time to look around at what was his. But it was now Friday night, and he had the weekend ahead of him to no longer be a stranger in what was now his home. A few suitcases, not yet fully unpacked, and a small crate of untouched boxes were all that looked familiar in his surroundings.
And it was now time that he explored the second floor. The front of the house was deceiving it looked so small and quaint, like an isolated cottage in the woods. It wasn’t until he climbed the spiral staircase in the front entry to the second floor that the sprawling magnificence of the house made itself known.
The staircase landing opened to a luminous master bedroom almost the entire length and width of the house. To the left was a large comfortable bathroom, and on the other side of the room was a glass partition paneling off a second room, a private getaway for two that included a bar, furniture and, to his surprise, an octagon shaped hot tub of handmade red oak.
There were curtains that hid the entire south wall of the bedroom and “playroom”. It wasn’t until now that he even found what he realized was a remote control sitting on the nightstand by the bed and started playing with the buttons. The first button dimmed the lights. The second controlled the overhead fan and the third, the third just took his breath away.
That third little button seemed to make the curtains go away that hid a south wall made entirely of glass. Half lying on his new bed, he could see his back yard, surrounded by old trees and shrubs to the east and west and in front of him on old fence made of stone dividing the property across from him.
That must be the old fence with the gate Mrs. Elysian was talking about meaning to have torn down. It was the only eyesore on the place. She was right; a little work to that part of the yard and the place would be perfect. He shifted on the bed and heard an electronic click. He had shifted his thigh on the remote and hit the fourth button…and the glass wall opened. He got up and walked through it.
At first he laughed and said no, but she was insistent to the point he at least buzzed his secretary and told her he was stepping out for an hour for lunch and drove the old lady home. As soon as he pulled in the driveway he was overwhelmed. The home was beautiful. Before she even got out of the car, the old woman handed him the keys, again. “Come inside, my child.” She said. “This is where your dreams come true”.
Within the hour a deal was made, affordable via his new job and only the papers needed to be drawn up and signed. His “angel” was off to her new home the next morning and that afternoon he had moved in. She had left almost everything, taking as she said; “only a few baubles for the best memories were locked away in her heart where neither time nor man could take them away.”
He had completed his first week at work, consumed by the ease at which he took control, and surprised by the fact that he had not taken the time to look around at what was his. But it was now Friday night, and he had the weekend ahead of him to no longer be a stranger in what was now his home. A few suitcases, not yet fully unpacked, and a small crate of untouched boxes were all that looked familiar in his surroundings.
And it was now time that he explored the second floor. The front of the house was deceiving it looked so small and quaint, like an isolated cottage in the woods. It wasn’t until he climbed the spiral staircase in the front entry to the second floor that the sprawling magnificence of the house made itself known.
The staircase landing opened to a luminous master bedroom almost the entire length and width of the house. To the left was a large comfortable bathroom, and on the other side of the room was a glass partition paneling off a second room, a private getaway for two that included a bar, furniture and, to his surprise, an octagon shaped hot tub of handmade red oak.
There were curtains that hid the entire south wall of the bedroom and “playroom”. It wasn’t until now that he even found what he realized was a remote control sitting on the nightstand by the bed and started playing with the buttons. The first button dimmed the lights. The second controlled the overhead fan and the third, the third just took his breath away.
That third little button seemed to make the curtains go away that hid a south wall made entirely of glass. Half lying on his new bed, he could see his back yard, surrounded by old trees and shrubs to the east and west and in front of him on old fence made of stone dividing the property across from him.
That must be the old fence with the gate Mrs. Elysian was talking about meaning to have torn down. It was the only eyesore on the place. She was right; a little work to that part of the yard and the place would be perfect. He shifted on the bed and heard an electronic click. He had shifted his thigh on the remote and hit the fourth button…and the glass wall opened. He got up and walked through it.
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Vote: Total Votes: 24 |
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| Hemingway | Posted: 2008/2/14 14:59 Updated: 2008/2/14 14:59 |
Tease   Joined: 2007/10/1 From: Minneapolis Posts: 21 |
 captivatingyou are a great writer. thanks for telling me about the new piece. looki
ng forward to more.
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| bardohio | Posted: 2008/2/13 22:18 Updated: 2008/2/13 22:18 |
Stuck on Sticky   Joined: 2006/12/10 From: NE Ohio Posts: 815 |
Great Writing!! So atmospheric, such descriptive prose...almost poetry...
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| Keyboardman | Posted: 2008/2/12 20:48 Updated: 2008/2/12 20:48 |
Virgin   Joined: 2007/10/20 From: Posts: 14 |
Re: ...Wow Yes there is more. I just completed the novel and as I go back through and
edit, chapter by chapter I will post, if people seem interested enough for
me to do so. Thanks for your encouragement.
Keyboardman
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| willow | Posted: 2008/2/12 10:01 Updated: 2008/2/12 10:01 |
Unzipped Joined: 2007/6/3 From: Posts: 103 |
...Wow omg please tell me you have more
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