Crazy (1208 hits)
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Submitted by Soley (View user info) at 2005-03-07 13:00:05 EST
The towns-folk have talked about her since she was a girl. The morning she was born the screams from Manor House travelled for over a mile and echoed in to the village. Her mother died during childbirth, y'see. Some reckon that's why the cogs in the child's head didn't turn the way they should've. She was a little over eight years old back in the summer of '58, when something terrible happened at Horton Manor, and it finally broke her mind, broke her spirit... broke the girl.
Her father, Lord Horton couldn't cope. He blamed her for the premature death of his wife. He didn't want the bairn but couldn't bear to send her away; she was the last living link to his wife. He turned to the bottle, finding solace in his wine cellar. For years he couldn't bare to look at the child, which I presume is why they existed in different parts of the mansion. He spent a small fortune on two live-in nursemaids... someone had to care for the girl. She was confined to the second floor of the south wing where she would spend hours gazing out of one of the many windows. That's how she lived for over a decade.
Our children would spend summers up at the back of Horton Manor, just to watch the crazy girl behind her windows. They were under her spell, at least they were till they grew up and had children of their own. It's told that there was a kindness in her eyes that made you smile. A feeling of serenity and happiness that watching her gave you.
It was a rainy Sunday afternoon, the day she disappeared. Soaked to the bone, with no protection from the stormy weather, and no shoes on her feet. She was seen staring at the parish church before crawling on the village green like an animal ready to pounce on its prey. It was plain to see that the young woman was as mad as the day she was locked away.
She was last seen wandering out of the village and in to the hills. A torn piece of floral material was found at the top of the hill. It was torn from the mad lady's dress. Nobody knows what happened to her after that, one can only guess... that poor, poor soul.
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She's got that fey look today; she woke with the fairies again this morning. They see the special things inside her, the things that people can't.
She scurries down the stairwell, jumping the last three steps. Her head held high, she fumbles with the lock on the front door. The stormy rain pours down enticing her to leave the past behind. Today she chose to leave the jaded opinions, the constant accusations, the lack of physical affection, the restricting reins, and the medication that camouflaged her soul... all left behind in the winter chill. She just doesn't realise it yet.
Skipping down the drive, she asks herself, Am I different now?
Her bare feet continue to carry her, answering, you'll never be the same.
She eagerly clambers over the wrought iron gates. Her hands save her face from hitting the cobblestones as she lands awkwardly on the other side. Kissing the ground like and old friend, she caresses the cold stones with her curious fingertips, icy to the touch much like her face. She smiles.
She rolls over on to her back; closes her eyes, and raises her open hands towards the heavens capturing the precious liquid jewels that fall. Words without sound leave the young woman's lips and she smiles, smiles with her innocent eyes. The Soaked clothing clings to her now, but that doesn't faze her; it's a welcome old feeling revived, the comfort and security of a second skin. The rain ceases.
Wrinkled dirty feet take her down renaissance lane and into the village.
She spies a plane of green grass before a modest but majestical building. The beauty that surrounds her gives her a memory that she never actually had; A memory of a woman who once looked like her, sleeping peacefully in an oak box on a bed of satin. An earthy scent fills her nostrils. She runs across to the green, feeling the blades of grass between her toes she drops to her knees. Digging her nails into the soil she inhales a breath of fresh air. She can't get enough of that smell, the smell of a new world.
People started flowing out of the church and into the village. A congregation of heads turn to watch the madness in motion. The young woman smiles at the confused faces. As she walks away she beckons them to follow her with hand gestures. Not one of them has the courage she has. Her feet take flight and she runs towards the hills. Stood at the top of the hill overlooking the village, she looks up to the sky. She has a vision of her crown, its brightness is deflagrating, and gives her the warmth she needs. She's richer for being here at this moment. She tears the bottom of her dress, leaving a piece of herself for them...
And she runs; she wants to give this life a chance.
User Reviews
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2005-03-20 11:45:22 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
..."I'm crazy...Crazy for FEEEEEEELING....'
Submitted by electrictoothsyndrome (user info) at 2005-03-13 12:23:05 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Wow, that's pretty cool girlie. Not bad at all. One of the better pieces I've read of yours, I'd say. Keep up the good work!
Submitted by Soley_Trinity (user info) at 2005-03-11 09:10:45 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Ah-hah! There's a happy camper.
Submitted by mrwolf (user info) at 2005-03-11 08:55:43 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
What's that? Back on the MRR? Yes I think so.
Now where's my tent?
Submitted by Wazza (user info) at 2005-03-11 03:32:39 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Great !
Submitted by Jo_of_the_golden_P (user info) at 2005-03-11 02:51:30 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I'm torn..I really think it's a 1.5. But it pisses me off when people wreck my happy little string of +2's, so take it. I still think it rocks.
Submitted by Davros (user info) at 2005-03-11 02:40:00 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
WOW.
Auto-biographical?
*ducks*
-Dave
Submitted by Soley_Trinity (user info) at 2005-03-10 11:16:46 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Thanks for making me smile...no, not because of the +2.
Submitted by mrwolf (user info) at 2005-03-10 11:02:44 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Lovely... you are an odd woman, but that's why we love you.
Submitted by Soley_Trinity (user info) at 2005-03-08 14:15:52 EST (#)
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But very few manage to pull it off.
I like Shlongy bluntness and I'm also partial to your crass act.
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2005-03-08 14:03:36 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Surprisingly enough, this "act" works quite often.
Bluntness and crassless is totally under-rated.
Submitted by Soley_Trinity (user info) at 2005-03-08 14:00:02 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Oh Shlongy, you old romantic, you.
x
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2005-03-08 13:43:19 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I don't care if this chick writes anything...I just want to chow the beave.
Submitted by Soley_Trinity (user info) at 2005-03-08 04:08:59 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Thanks Phuzzy.
I'm off to work now, otherwise I'd probably camp on this post for a while. I'm glad that the people that've took the time out to read this have enjoyed it.
Anyway, I'm running late, got to go.
Submitted by phuzzygish (user info) at 2005-03-08 03:27:59 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Absolutely wonderful Trin. This deserves a lot more than a couple hundred hits.
Submitted by Girlwithaclue (user info) at 2005-03-07 18:47:38 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2005-03-07 18:35:32 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by LadyPlural (user info) at 2005-03-07 17:15:44 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by ess-arr (user info) at 2005-03-07 15:02:13 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
yup, tis good
Submitted by TheSpook (user info) at 2005-03-07 14:45:31 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
It's good.
Submitted by Kre8rix (user info) at 2005-03-07 14:11:50 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
This is really really good.
Submitted by Pentameter (user info) at 2005-03-07 14:03:51 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
It sucks that this isn't going to get the attention it deserves.
Submitted by c1ndy (user info) at 2005-03-07 13:07:33 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
great
Submitted by knucklesnelson (user info) at 2005-03-07 13:04:04 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
shweet
Submitted by TigerLilly (user info) at 2005-03-07 13:03:38 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I really liked this.
Well done.