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Post by SillyFyre on Aug 18, 2006 19:34:52 GMT -5
I've been little longer then you and I'm still not there....
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Post by Cynthiax3 on Aug 18, 2006 21:17:36 GMT -5
I know. I just haven't had computers break on me for awhile. Not like you had back in the spring and stuff. Knock on wood.
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Post by worm1 on Aug 19, 2006 13:52:04 GMT -5
not sure where the story box is, so heres whats on my computer, i have more hand written.
“So many days, so many years. Far too many to be so young.” a deep red haired woman said as she looked down at the headstone marker that had been there for three years. Sandra Welch stood at the based dressed in her birthday gift from a very sweet yet challenging four year old son. Of course she knew her brother had helped pick out the dress for Nate, but it melted her heart none the less. The innocents of a child was a blessing. “I know that you told me that you wanted me to marry again, but a piece of me went with you that day. I don’t think I could ever love another man the way I loved you,” she said as a tear slipped down her cheek unexpectedly. The breeze picked up slipping through the trees, whispering silently to her, then carrying their message further. She hated feeling weak, hated not being able to move forward. It was that same stubborn streak that had forced her to pick up her life two months after her husbands death. She missed laying in bed with him late at night just talking about anything and nothing. The oddness of the night before his death still sent chills down her spine. They had just put their son to bed and retired themselves. They lay awake, yet peaceful, late in the night just enjoying each others company when Shep said,” If anything were to happen to me, I want you to remarry.” “And just why would I consider remarrying? I already have a perfect husband,” Sandra said, but the look in his eyes made her stop the following comments. “I’m serious honey, if anything were to happen to me I want you to remarry and find happiness with some one else.” “I promise,” Sandra said. Sandra jerked back from the memory abruptly and said, “I have to get going, Nate is going to be getting out of preschool soon. He asked me to tell you that he made a picture for you, but he wouldn’t let me see what it was. So I hope you can figure it out. The picture that is.” Sandra said as she set the envelope down for him. No doubt ants would be crawling all over it as jelly fingerprints were dotted here and there. Swallowing hard, Sandra turned and walked back to her Land Rover. It would have been their sixth anniversary today. Getting in, she put the car in drive and headed to preschool. Just as the she got to the intersection, her cell phone rang. “Sandra here”, she said as the light turnded green. \ “Yes this is Mark Greene”, the gruff voice on the other end said. “We haved found something that you would be very interested in.” “Its been a long time Mark, but I told you that I was out of this line of-“, Sandra I know you stopped digging when you got pregnant. Hell you and Shep both up and walked out, but this deserves the best and you’re the vest there is. Do you honestly want tme to believe that your perfectly happy teaching archeology instead of having your hands in the dirt?”, Mark asked, sounding smug. That always irritated her beyond understsanding. “That sounds great, but I have a four year old child to think about. He needs stability, not to be yanked across the country when something comes up.”. she said frustrated. “Just come in and take a look at this file. This is a possibly the greatest find since…since the Egyptian pyramids, and much much older. By say eight thousand years?”, Mark said , getting more smug with each work coming out of his mouth.
Sandra pulled over infront of a half torched house. Blood drained from her face. Eight thousand years older than the pyramids? “That would predate the Aztec and Chinese calendar combined!” , she whispered, hardly being able to belive such finds were possible in this day and age. Her car rocked as an eighteen wheeler passed. “I see you still have your head for math,” he said chuckling as the image of her shocked face passé thought his mind. “Are you sure about this? You ran the soil samples and carbon dating through more than once?” , she asked as the initial shock passed. How can this be? This breaks all logic known to man. “Absolutely, otherwise I wouldn’t be calling you, and if your as interested as you sound, come and find out. I took the privilege of booking your flight, all expenses paid, and first class. You take off at seven thirty.” . For the first time since Shep died, she felt the adrinelen rush of excitement. “I want this, but what about Nate, I have no one to look after him, he needs stability Mark”. “Ive already made arrangement to have Ruths sister come out and take care of your house while were on this expedition. Before you say anything, we haven’t seen you in almost a year, and we miss little Nate.” . Ruth and Mark had meet in Ireland several years before while on another archeological site. They had hated eachother at first but then it grew into love and they were married within six months. In the years that followed, the soon found out that they couldn’t have children. So in due course, when Sandra had Nate, Ruth became his second mother when they came to visit, and Mark, his second father. “I don’t know, my son comes first-“ she stared to say. “Yes and that’s why your one of the most amazing women ive ever met,” he paused and sighed. “Come on Sandra I need you on this one. You’re the best in the field. You know it, I know it. Everthings already been covered, and ll you have to do is board a plane.” Mike said with desperation flowing through his voice. With out her, this project would erupt into chaos. Sandra sat in her car, condisering all the possibilities of such a discovery. “Sandra you still there?” he asked. “okay, ill do it.”, she said running a checklist through her mind of all the equipment she would have to find, lost somewhere in her attic. “Great, oh man that’s realy great! I promise you that this wont be a waste of your time. There will be a car to pick you up at the airport when you land. From there it’ll be a little bit of a trip to the house were renting. Ill keep the coffee hot for you.” He said then hung up. First class flight hu? Well this would be a first, she thought as she pulled back onto the road to pick up Nate and get to packing. ………………………………………………………………………………………………
Several hours later, dreary eyed, frustrated, and unexpectedly happy, Sandra was on the last leg of her journey. The packing had been quick and with luck found her equipment fairly easy. All the phone calls had been made, and everything had been ready thirty minutes before take off. The rush to the plane had been horrific, but she made it, being the last to get on. The first class flight would have been nice, with the exception that Nate was air sick for the first hour. A flight attendant had taken pity on her son and brought a stuffed elephant to him. The car gently rocked to and fro. Sandra looked at her little boy stretched out as much as the cramped back seat would allow, thankfully he had fallen into an exhausted sleep. She looked out the window taking a deep breath wondering why she jumped into this. But of course she knew why. She never could get away from the action. They were in for a two hour drive, the driver wasn’t much of a talker, which was fine by her. They had been on the road for an hour and a half, there were no longer any city lights blinding her eyes, but only the occational headlights of another car. On that thought, the cab slowed and turned into a beat up road, over hung with tree branches. “How much farther? I need to get my sone some food,” Sandra said as she looked out the windows trying to get a feel of her surroundings. “Not much, just a few minutes before we get there,” the man said with a raspy voice. She was glad he remained silent throught most of their trip. She didn’t like him. “That’s a lot of luggage back there. Call me crazy but your not visiting your family are you?” he asked glancing in the rearview mirror. “No im on a business trip,”she said. The driver took a drink from his coffe, no doubt cold by now. “This have anything to do ‘bout that cave a little boy fell into?” , he asked, starting to look suspius. “What cave are you talking about?” she asked with a sneaking suspition that Mark left out some vital information. That was just fine with her, shed grill him when she got the chance. “Well, its been all over the news around here; Six year old boy and his older brother went walking throught the woods, then somehow or another, youngest fell into this cave. He would have stayed there too if his brother hadn’t been with him. They say the older boy got to looking around and saw some stairs leading down. A while later police shows up after the boy called and told them what happened, leaving the youngest down there by hiself. They got a streatcher, pulled him out and got him to a hospital. Cops marked off the area, then got around to questioning the little one, who managed to break his leg in the fall. No one realy believed him but his older brother. So the oldest went back one night and took pictures of the place and gave them to the cops. No one will say what was on those pictures since they got tight lipped about everything. Next thing you know, people are showing up from all over the country with luggage like yours.” , he said as he pulled into the drive way. Sandra filed away the information that she just learned to look at later. “So you drove all these students out here?” she asked. “I knew you were one of them,” he said smiling for the first time, with a show of rotting teeth. “No I haven’t driven all of them, but if you notice, were in the boone docks,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Besides,” he continued, “I get paid in advance for this shit.” “Just for my two sence, the dead should stay buried, it ain’t right digging ‘em back up.” He said sneering. “That may be, but no one realy knows what down there,” Sandra muttered to herself. “Nate? Come on, time to get up, were here,” she said gently shaking him. He moaned and fell back to sleep before she could blink. Sighing, she got out of the car and walked to the passenger side to pick him up. Just then the front door to a beat up two story house opened up. Looking over at the driver, AKA, Rot Tooth, she said, “Let me take him in, and ill come back for the rest.” “No problem,” he said, not bothering to help. Sandra started for the front porch across an over grown lawn of weeds and dead branches. She gave a tired smile to the balding middle aged man in bugs bunny pajamas standing in the front door.
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For the first time that day, her tired smile was genuine, revealing straight white teeth. Stepping on to the porch, she shifted a drooling little boy to her hip and hugged Mark awquardly. “Well, well,” Mark said as he stepped back to get a look at her. Her once curvy body had wasted to almost nothing, making her face shallow and waist too thin. He had grown concerned for her over the past few years. Her depresstion after Shep died was deep and hard. He looked over at Nates sleeping form. “Hes grown like a weed,” he said smiling. “Its good to see you again. The driver is waiting for me to get the luggage out, where do you want to put sleeping beuty?” she asked. “Theres a room made up for both of you on the other side of the den. King size bed. Sorry if you wanted separate bedrooms, but the rest of the house is occutpied,” he said glancing at the driver. “Your go get him tucked in while I get the rest of your things. I know how tiring long flights can be,” he said starting for the car. Sandra turned back and headed for the bedroom. The den was rather spacey with garage sale furnature, cheat TV, and musky air. Why did she ever leave? She wondered as the fireplace caught her attention. Always a sucker for them she mused as she opened the door to the bedroom and flipped the light on. “Well he wasn’t kidding about king size,” Sandra said as she looked over the dresser and bed, qondering what flea market they had gotten them from. Quietly she walked over the woken floor, pulled back the covers to lay her son beneath them. Times like this, while Nate was still and quiet, he lookes so much like his father. Suddenly the past rushed through her like a freight train. The blook on the front lawn, and her mindless screaming while holding holding onto Nate. She ran across the yard only to see-. Quickly she slammed the door on the memory closed. Sighing she turned off the light and cracked the door as she walked out. She looked at her surroundings. Not bad, she thought to herself. Aside from the old furniture, the place had a charm about it. Throughout the den, wood paneling covered the walls, a couple of celing to floor windows, and wood floors. Just then the front door flew open with Mark carrying equipment and luggage all in one trip. Bags were tucked under each arm, and a stuffed elephant in his teeth. A Kodak moment. “Drop the bags ther and ill get them in a while,” she said as he took her literally and piled them in the front door. “Right now, I want to know more about the little boy and some stairs that lead to china,” she said. “Your not going to let an old man catch his breath, I thought you were raised better,” he said puffing. “Your not the one who had to take a little boy out of school, pack everything in just a few hours with a child trying to pack the family hamster, and find equipment that’s been collecting dust, then have a child puke on a plane flight, and be freaked out by a driver with rotting teeth. So considering all ive done for you the past few hours, I think I deserve the file about now,” she said genuinely exasperated. Mark looked at how ragged she was and felt guilty. “Point taken. You never did beat around the bush when you wanted something,” he said as he straightened and motioned her to follow while going up the stairs. The floor creaked and groaned reminding her of Nightmare on Elm Street. The only thing missing was the howling wind and rain. They reached the top of the landing and her surprise showed on her face. “Amazing,” she said as her gaze fell on a photograph of a stone wolf. In front of a gratly preserved miniature “village”. Time told tales, this one would be most interesting. “That’s not all either,” Mark said hading her a manila folder. “It feels like Christmas in May,” she said sitting in a wooden chair. Opening the file, the first page described the finding then cort orders to dig. More papers on where to dig slipped over her gaze. Finaly she found what she was looking for. May third Stairs leading down from the opening appears to have been hand carved and worn through use in the years. Ther are twenty steps. That the base, approximately 20 yards ahead, are worn teepees, as well as childrens torys, spicificly a corn doll. What is most interesting is that none of this should still be here, it should be dust.
Sandra read more papers, directly and indirectly related to the site. Finaly she got to the photographs. Always her favorite part. Flipping through she found the village was surrounded by stone wolves.
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Post by Cynthiax3 on Aug 19, 2006 15:45:29 GMT -5
Wow. That is fantastic. You did a wonderful job. When do we get more? Please!
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worm
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Post by worm on Aug 20, 2006 18:26:54 GMT -5
lol, sorry for putting this up so many times, i finaly figured out where it was! im not very computer literate. when i get some time, ill type up some more on the computer and post it on here, it will probly be tuesday, my day off. anyway, sorry once again for takin up post space, ill talk to yall later, be good! and thanks for your comment, i dont mind if anyone judges or tells me what they like and dont like.
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Post by Cynthiax3 on Aug 20, 2006 18:37:10 GMT -5
No problem LOL We have so many topics it is hard to remember where we put what.
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Post by lilybud202cr on Jan 25, 2009 21:06:26 GMT -5
I want more!!!
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