Ninth Grade Creative Writing/English Comp. Paper I Found
Words: debris, circumspect, admonish, deadlock, dilemma, spasmodic, salvage
BY: MATT BAKER
Without, the night was cold and wet, but in the smaller parlor of Laburmville the blinds were drawn, and the fire burned brightly. Father and son were at chess, the former, who passed ideas about the game involving radical changes, putting his King into sharp and unneccessary perils that it even provoked comment from the white haired old lady knitting placidly by the fire.
The room was in a deadlock. For a moment there was a complete standstill. Nothing moved, and all could be heard was the cackling of the fire. The father and son, in dilemma because their chess game was becoming quite complicated. Then the old lady, getting sick of hearing the formers ideas of changing the chess rules made a spasmodic shriek of a comment. “Are you a fool”, she asked. “I already admonished you against that move”, she pointed out to the father, “and I’m getting sick of hearing your idiotic ideas of the game. Try to salvage some of what we got left to still have this be a decent game.” The father and son were getting madder every second. The former was so embarrassed, he stormed out of the room saying nothing. Finally, the father, enraged from her outburst, hit the chess board with his fist and set most of the pieces from the game, and some other debris flying across the room like they was just catapulted. Then, she being foolish enough, commented again, “Why did you go and do that for?” Hearing no reply she asked again, “ I asked you a question, are you deaf?” He looked at her, giving no reply, with a look of a psychotic murderer.
“So are you deaf or not”? she still wondered. He then got up, shaking from enragement. “Foolish woman”, he replied, “why must you always squander our fun by nagging at us for how we play”? Then, she being frightened from his sudden and spasmodic uproar, circumspectly answered, “I-I-I’m sorry.” “Oh you will be”, he said, “you will be.” He then walked off in his bedroom, mumbling to himself. His son got up, ran into the same room and shrieked, “Father, NO!” He then replied, “Out of my way boy”, throwing him through the window. He then walked into the room he was in, hiding something to his back. “Here”, she said, “What is that you are hiding?” He said, “THIS!” She saw a giant flash of light, then complete darkness.
She was found almost a week later, stenching from the wrench of her dead carcass. The boy was never seen again, and never was his father. And dear, dear old grandma had a giant hole in her head with half of her brain missing.