Stranger Stories
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Shock, preoccupation, and indifference are seemingly mild emotions; however, prove to be disastrous in the right set of circumstances. These strange characters are caught up in their own curious circumstances, and the choices they make lead them in astonishing directions.
Stories include: "The White House," "It's a Small World," "Impasse," "A Dead Rose," "Kerosene," "Zimbiki," "Witchbook," "The Last Kiss," "COLD," "Hair of the Dog," and more.
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L. Chambers Wright
L. Chambers-Wright also writes as Laura Wright. She grew up surrounded by Appalachian folklore and ghost stories, many of which find their way into her material. She currently lives with her family in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains. She has had many books published, and continues to prolifically write fiction, as well as non-fiction history. She is the primarily caregiver for a number of relatives, several pets, and an unknown number of wild animals. Her interests include photography, music, and casual gaming. Her personal website is Laurawrites.net [http://laurawrites.net]. She runs the Virginia Creeper Appalachian History and Folklore website [http://vacreeper.com], as well as Appalachia Obscura, an obscure history and folklore website [http://appalachiangothic.com].
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Stranger Stories - L. Chambers Wright
Stranger Stories
By: L. Chambers-Wright
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Table of Contents:
Chapter One: The White House
Chapter Two: It's a Small World
Chapter Three: Impasse
Chapter Four: A Dead Rose
Chapter Five: Kerosene
Chapter Six: Zimbiki
Chapter Seven: Witchbook
Chapter Eight: The Last Kiss
Chapter Nine: The Statue of Ninurta
Chapter Ten: COLD
Chapter Eleven: Haven of the Dead
Chapter Twelve: Hair of the Dog
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Chapter One: The White House
In total, she'd made it forty-three years, six months and fifteen days. Hope still eluded her. She emptied another bedpan into the dilapidated toilet and returned it to its owner. How the hell did she end up here? She'd recently concluded that it would never change.
She'd started as a CNA as soon as she graduated. The pay was fair at the time and they provided her with free training. Those wages lost their luster over time. Hopes of pursuing a LPN or RN license were long depleted. There was no hope. She could work elsewhere, but would only find the same low wages.
She'd believed that she was destined to do something great. There was going to be something amazing and miraculous in her life. She never realized her future would be nothing more than bedpans and geriatric struggles. She'd tried every avenue imaginable to get that house. It just wouldn't happen.
The White House, she'd come to call it. A beautiful Federal building that was renovated in the 1920s and again in the 1970s. The addition of Art Deco architecture made the home unique. All she'd wanted for twenty of those years was to live there. Life would be so perfect in that house, unlike anything else in the world. She knew it.
She dreamed of the house every night. She walked up to the massive porch with the gray concrete floor. The reoccurring dream only reinforced her belief for a long time that she would someday be the owner. Why else would the home's image linger in her brain's haunted recesses? She was destined to have it. It was a belief time had tarnished. She would not have that house, or even get to see the inside. How many times had she parked there and walked around outside? It was often for sale. It seemed answers for everything waited for her inside, answers she would never see.
Once the early cleaning was done, it was time to medicate. She'd grown to know the names of prescription medication as though they were individuals. The patients were her family and the other staff was the distant, troublemaking relatives. Life perpetuated there. It continued, well preserved, well worn, tattered and fading as she stood. Life was not about vibrancy and vitality as much as existence and preservation. Did we cheat death another day?
She'd wanted a family, a nice house, and a stable life. She should've at least had an opportunity. She hadn't. There was no opportunity. There was no opportunity for anything. She was alone in the aged world around her.
There was no beauty in this life, only death and decay. There was no hope. She looked down at the open pharmacy drawer. After such a void and vacant life, how many of those things would she need? How many pills to prolong that wasted void of a life? She knew it was inevitable. When work had wasted everything and she had nothing, who would care for her?
She had to get out. The walls were closing in on her. She closed the drawer and left the room. She walked outside and caught her breath. It wasn't far enough. The smell of death still followed her. It clung to her clothes like smoke and ash.
She drove madly to the White House. How could she live if she would never have that home? The realtor wasn't there, no one was there, and she needed hope. She got out and returned to the porch she was so accustomed to.
It should be her porch.
It should be her drive and her home.
A piece of rope hung from the near-by shed. There was a way, wasn't there? There was a way this would be her home forever. She pulled the siding from the ceiling near the front door. Oh, yes, it would be her home. The house was just like her, after all. Worn and tattered, owners came and left with no regard for anything. She looped the rope around the support beam above, and then around her neck. She looked down and leapt from the chair. The house belongs to me.
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Chapter Two: It's a Small World
Sylvia locked the bathroom door, but didn’t know why she bothered. She plopped down on the closed commode lid and listened to the rush of two voices outside, I didn’t know she’d come home,
her husband apologized.
Well, you better next time,
the feminine voice returned. She couldn’t cry; it was no real surprise. She had suspected his affairs for months. Hang-ups when she answered the telephone, a few too many private business calls
to him when he wasn't working. He was often out all night, working
when his pay stubs noted vacation time. He’d sneak a day or two off without her knowledge, although she always found out in one way or the other.
She couldn’t pretend to be crushed. Her heartache existed, only it felt different from what she expected. He had only proved what intuition had known all along. It was a difficult situation to come home early and find your husband with someone else. All she wanted was to have some quality time and see if they could be like they used to be. When they were first married, they were crazy in love and addicted to one another. Then, she had the pleasure of meeting his mistress. Thank God, we don't have kids.
Gerald tried to blame her for it as he scrambled in the other room, the same schlock he'd said before. Her job required forty to sixty hours a week, not twenty or thirty like his, when he had them. She paid rent and put food on the table, while he paid for utilities, when he could. She paid the majority of their bills, while he received the majority of pleasure, and not from her.
She hadn't even changed her clothes, hadn’t let go of her purse. She hadn’t slipped her shoes off, nor would she. He stood on the other side of the bathroom door, his anger finally turned to tears. Honey, please, we can work this out. I’m so sorry, I’m a bastard, and I’ll admit it first. I was so wrong. So terribly wrong....
His voice trailed off into nothingness.
Her mind still whirled from the surprise. Life’s a bitch, ain’t it, honey? A whispered from the back of her mind. Yes, it was. She answered herself. He continued to apologize, but she didn’t care, couldn’t care. It was all too much and she was so tired. He hadn’t changed before. He would never change.
She wiped her eyes with the back of her hands and sighed.