Monday, September 3, 2007

Chapter 1, Part 1 The Beginnings' Beginning.

I have a very twisted tale to tell about a very twisted girl, in a strangley twisted town. There might just be a little giggle, tear or sigh, perhaps even a lesson in the telling, for you.
Once upon a time, in time quite similar to ours in a land not too different from the one we know; was a very sad and extremely unfourtunate village. However it was not always so.
In a time befor now this village was the place to be, to live, to visit, a true marvel to behold. It sat ontop of its hill like proud and pampered pet. Its pristine towering turrets glittered like sparkling teeth. Its golden gilded roof tops dazzeled the eye. The grandest estate stoodout like a proud head on the fat boodied beast of over flowing Shoppes and Vendors. Small but colourful houses and farmsteads spilled down the hill like a patchworked quilt.
Sadly however, like all pampered pets the village began to spoil. It turned upon itself slowly feeding off of greed and misfoutune. Until its hunger spread through the town and its people grew fat and selfish. They turned their noses in the air on neighbors and strangers alike. They fed upon themselves, their town, giving nothing back. Nowadays the beasts bones are exposed and its teeth are dirty and beared for all who dare to tresspass.
The villiage people were the poisonious blood of the beast, and shared the same rotton noxious character. They grew fat of its fame, and foutune. They took wealth from visitors robbing them blind, coaxing their money from them with smooth tounges and greedy hearts. They soon Began to Take from Each other, friends neighbors, lovers, strangers, all became Enimies. They stole from each other, self indulgent, mean spirited they feaster on others ineptitude and misery. They were no longer to share there hopes and blessings, no love, no generousity, no trust. The people gambeled, squandered, buried, hide and hoarded away there possessions, to protect and keep them forever. When ones closest neighbor feell upon hard times, former friends hide behind closed doors deaf to please for help, or else charity was shown to them with a knife in the belly and a lighter wallet to carry.