Pill, Bell, Detour

Posted: August 23, 2010 in Random
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Authors Note:  Okay, here’s an interesting exercise that my teacher had us try.  She gave us a paper with hundreds of random words on it.  Then, we closed our eyes and pointed at the paper.  Whatever word we landed on we wrote down.  We repeated three times.  Then, we had to write a story with these three words in it.  My words were Pill, Bell, and Detour.  Hope you enjoy.  Please leave comments.  Here is a good website to get words at if you would like to try this: http://watchout4snakes.com/creativitytools/RandomWord/RandomWordPlus.aspx

Rachael rang the doorbell of 55th Avenue in Little Rock, Arkansas.  Mrs. Pruette had called several days before and asked her to babysit her two kids, Max and Seth.

They were identical twins and were four years old.

Mrs. Pruette answered the door.

“Okay, Medicine is in this cabinet over here, the kids bedtime is eight-thirty, Don’t let them have any chocolate.  Max is allergic to Styrofoam.”  Mrs. Pruette rambled.  “I’ll just be at the theater if you need anything. Call me if you need anything.”

Mrs. Pruette then proceeded to leave.  As the car drove off Rachael could hear the bells in the distance.

The bells meant that is was seven o’clock.  She thought she heard a crash from downstairs.  She flew down the stairs. When she got down, she found out that Max and Seth had been shooting each other with dart guns.  Max had accidentally shot Seth in the eye.  Seth then fell over, bumped the television and sent the vase on top toppling to the ground.  Inside the vase was a piece of paper.

“What’s this?” Rachael mumbled as she bent down to pick it up.  She unfolded the piece of paper to reveal a map of the house.  The map was dated 1689.  The map also revealed many a passage way in the house.

“Max, Seth, did you guys know about the secret passage ways?” Rachael asked.

“Yeah,” Max said as he pointed to the map, “Our room is  down this one.”

They set off down the passage that led to their bedroom.  The main passage was blocked by rocks so they ended up taking a couple  detours.

Finally Rachael put the kids to bed and watched the horror movie on channel 73.

The movie was about a boy who’s parents had left him alone.  While he was there alone he got murdered by an insane homicidal maniac.

She jumped when she heard the passage door shut.  She set her glass of water down o the coffee table and went to the boys room.  They were both sound asleep.  She went back and drank some water.  It tasted bad.  Then she saw him, a man in black, standing behind the TV.

“Your resistance is futile, young fool.” The man said.  “The doors are jammed, windows don’t open, and actually, your already dying.” Rachael stopped and spun.

“What?” She yelped.

Well, you see,” The man said slowly coming towards her. ” I put a pill in your drink.  this pill was full of arsenic and cyanide.  This will kill you in a matter of minutes.”

“Who are you?” asked Rachael, stunned to the spot by fear.  As soon as she asked, the man pulled off his mask.  The thing that bugged Rachael was that it was Mrs. Pruette.

“With this many passage ways, the police will never find you?  By the time they do find you, I will live far, far away.

Then, Rachael passed out never to be seen again.

  1. Disturbing AND depressing. My two favorite “D” words for a short story written with odd wordage constraints.

  2. Liz says:

    Umm….You worry me. A lot. I’m just kidding. But I agree with Kyle–definitely those D words.

    Here’s the thing–to me it seemed like every other urban legend about babysitting out there. Just so you know.

  3. Allie says:

    That was random to read a story about a person passed out and was never seen again

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