Vol. 3 No. 5 October 2012
And now for the rest of the story...
"Oh, I see you met my cousin Fuzzy." Still laughing and in a playful mocking tone to say he had not thought they be so graced until the morning ... "Fuzzy all the while adjusting his appearance and trying to gain back some shred of dignity.. Interrupted Rufus who was clearly getting far too much entertainment from his misfortune."Ok, ok sorry It, was just I was trying to sleep, as you well know Rufus... so "what is all this then?" Fuzzy asked.
Rufus look sorry mate I know you have had hard few weeks... I brought the boys in to help ya...how about you fill them in on the problem, I told them a bit about that dang elf who stole your ship, but I had not gotten to the most recent turn of events.
"Right said Fuzzy, well how about you find me one of those warm honey beers.
Fuzzy soon downed the larger -part of the mugs contents... when he settles back in a chair near the fire place with a deep exhale.
The others were on the edge of their seats 'when once again the mood was broken by tap crunch... all turned to glare at Big been, who shrugged his shoulders and simply said, "Hey sorry. I eat when I am nervous, and smiled.
They all laughed and then Rufus turned and in a more serious tone urged Fuzzy to share his tale... ribbing him a bit asking him to indeed share this mystery.
Fuzzy began to speak in a voice not completely his own.
Taken aback by this transformation each felt compelled to silence...
It all started not long ago upon a dreary midnight, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Ah, distinctly he remembers it was a stormy night first day of October.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Presently His soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
Deep into that darkness peering, long Fuzzy stood there wondering, fearing,
Then into the chamber turning, all His soul within Him burning,
Open wide He flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
Then this ebony bird beguiling Fuzzy sad fancy into smiling,
Much I marveled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
But the raven, sitting lonely, spoke only
But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
Then I became aware the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! Prophet still, if bird or devil! --
"Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstanding.
My eyes shut tight in attempt to sleep and end this nightmare.
Every night for a week these action did repeat, till finally I did retreat here
With that Fuzzy did grow silent and his eyes did close, and his breath grew slow...
All present did gasp, as wide open flew the window
We hope you enjoyed our little take on a classic, up next just for fun we have our own version of a old urban legend.
Happy Halloween Everyone.
Sweet Emily Rose
Echo Meadow was a nice place back then at least that is what the people who lived there said. The people who grew up there liked it so much; they nearly always chose to stay there to raise their own children.
Echo Meadow had all the comforts of a big city, but people always knew their neighbors. When you walked down the street, someone would always smile and ask how you were doing.
Tim Raveneye was one of Echo Meadow's citizens. Everyone in Echo meadow knew him and everyone liked him. He was paper boy to most when he was younger. .and that year he was the head of the Baseball team, they all knew he was big part the fact this year they could all be proud to boast have a winning season.
Tim had a lot of friends. Tim would spend most of his time playing baseball with his friends. But he did not have a friend that he could just talk to. Such is the case with most boys that age. But that Fall everything changed.
That's when he met Emily Rose.
It happened quite by accident. Tim was sitting in his car in front of the Towne Hall daydreaming as usual waiting on a friend who did not show up. He spotted a girl sitting on the bench across the street. She was wearing a party dress kind of old fashion but the girl was very pretty, long blond hair almost white, and the dress was the most pale blue, she was sitting very still just staring ahead ,Tim was not sure but something about her made him feel like she had been waiting there for quite a long time.
"That's the prettiest girl I've ever seen," Tim said. He wanted to introduce himself, but girls always made him nervous. He never seemed to say any of the right things. Finally, he gathered his courage. Well I got stood up and she looks like she might be in the same boat, so off he went.
Tim reached the bench and sat down. The girl kept staring straight ahead. Tim could feel his heart thumping in his chest.
"Hello," he said shyly. The girl did not answer.
"My name is Tim Raveneye" Star pitcher of the Meadow larks" he continued.
Then Tim lightly brushed the girl's shoulder. Suddenly, she came to life. She turned to look at Tim. He could see a touch of fear in her eyes. As if he had just woken her from a dream. Then it faded and was replaced by a Kind of warmth and Kindness.
"Hello," she said softly, "My name is Emily Rose. It is very nice to meet you. Are you here for the dance?" before he responded he noticed.
Emily rose was shivering in the cool autumn air, so he gave her his jacket. They sat on the bench for a long time. Tim did all of the talking. Emily just smiled and offered a few kind words.
The hour grew very late. Tim asked if she would like a ride home. She took one more look up the road toward the bridge and then accepted his offer When Tim stopped in front of her house; Emily leaned over and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. Tim watched Emily walk to the front door. Before Emily went into the house, she turned, looked at Tim, and smiled. It was the sweetest smile Tim had ever seen. He was nearly bursting with joy as he drove Home. going over and over in his mind the possible future joy of have such a wonderful new friend.
The next morning, Tim picked a small bouquet of flowers and went to Emily Rose's house. An old woman answered his knock. When Tim asked if he could see Emily the old woman looked startled.
"Emily?" "Emily Rose?" She asked.
"Yes," he introduced himself, "I am Tim Raveneye, Emily and I we met last night.
The old woman looked at Tim carefully. Finally, she said, "Please come in."
The old woman pointed to a picture on the mantle.
"Is this the girl you spoke with last night?" she asked.
"Yes," he replied.
"I am Mrs. Standish Emily's mother," she said. "Emily died almost twenty years ago."
Tim did not believe what he was hearing.
"Maybe you should sit down," she said to Tim.
Emily's mother tells Tim about her daughter's death.
"Everybody liked Emily Rose," said Mrs. Standish. "She'd meet someone for the first time and talk to them like she'd known them forever. This house was always full of her friends, laughing 'til all hours," Mrs. Standish paused. The accident well she had gone to meet some friends they were all going to the October dance at the towne hall. You know the one they use to have every year.
She was 16 and we had made her the loveliest blue dress she was so happy and could not wait to show it off. So her father and I allowed her to go early. She was out side sitting on a bench. Waiting and. Her voice trembled, a truck that was delivering food to the party lost control on the bridge and well...she never had time to. her voice faded.
After a moment she said. "You're not the first person to tell me that you've seen her. Is always around October 15th that was the night of the party you see. Well I like to think that she's close. But I myself have never seen her." The sadness in her voice touched Tim deeply. But he could not get past the shock of it all.
"It's true, Tim," said Mrs. Standish. She paused and wiped away a tear. "Emily Rose is buried in the Echo meadow Cemetery." I go there often as I can but I... It is all right, sorry I upset you." I should go now," said Tim.
Tim left Emily's house, his head spinning and ran until he reached the cemetery. When he reached the gates he was out of breath and stop to rest bracing himself on the gate, his heart nearly stopped as he peered thru and saw his jacket that he had given Emily hanging on a tombstone, he pushed his way thus the gate and made his way slowly toward the grave he stopped short, when he saw what was written on the tombstone:
Tim placed the flowers on Emily's grave. He did not know that Emily's ghost was perched on top of the tombstone, watching him closely.
Tim reached for his jacket and held it close to him. He noticed that it smelled faintly of perfume. "I did not imagine you," Tim said. "My jacket is right here!"
Just Then Emily walked over to Tim and said, "Don't be sad. I'm right here."
He did not know that Emily, the sweetest girl he had ever met would turn out to be a ghost, but some how it did not matter he knew if he ever needed someone to listen she always be there. And after all that is that not the best kind of friend someone could ask for.
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