My Snicket-styled A Series Of Unfortunate Events, but instead of the Baudelaire's story, I'm writing about the Quagmire's dreadful story.
If you've started reading this story hoping for a happy story, then I'm afraid you are reading the wrong story. This story is full of angst and pain, and will cause you to weep yourself to sleep at night, so it would be best of you just stop reading this right now, and pick out a more cheerful book, I dare to say, that the story of the Baudelaire's may be even more cheerful than this story.
The Quagmire family were taking a weekend to stay in the house. The Quagmire family were very wealthy, as they possessed the famous Quagmire sapphires, as therefore, they lived in an enormous mansion.
Mr Quagmire was in the family library with his wife, and their son, Quigley. Quigley Quagmire was probably one of the worlds youngest, and talented cartographers. He enjoyed spending hours and hours in the family library studying atlas' and drawing maps of his own. Quigley was the oldest of the triplets, being born 10 minutes before Duncan Quagmire. Duncan was upstairs in his bedroom reading the newspaper. Duncan was very interested in journalism, and he enjoyed reading the newspaper, hoping that one day, he will be the journalist writing the daily headlines in it. Duncan was the middle Quagmire triplet, being born 15 minutes before Isadora Quagmire. Isadora was also upstairs in her bedroom sitting at her window. Isadora liked the sit by her window when thinking of poems. Isadora was a very good poet, and she liked to write in couplets. She would enjoy spending an afternoon sitting by her window thinking of amazing poems to write down, and as you've probably guessed by now, Isadora is the youngest of the Quagmire triplets. This moment of the Quagmire triplets life may be the last cheerful and enjoyable moment of their lives for a long time.
Quigley was looking at a very difficult map, when he stopped his thinking, because of the sudden smell of smoke. He was confused.
"Mum, Dad, is Duncan or Izzy in the kitchen?" Quigley asked puzzlingly.
"No, they're both upstairs silly", Mrs Quagmire replied, smiling. Quigley nodded and gave a slight smile to his mother, then resumed studying the difficult map. Quigley couldn't concentrate on the map, as he had before. He knew there was something terrible wrong, and if only he had noticed sooner, maybe the terrible fate that lay ahead could have been avoided. He put the atlas back on the shelf and looked out the window. There was a green van driving speedily away from the mansion with a strange picture of an eye on the back. Quigley had a strange feeling and ran out of the library. Mr and Mrs Quagmire looked at him strangely and merely carried on with reading the books they were reading. To Quigley's surprise, as he exited the library, all he could see were the flickering orange flames of a fire in the hallway, spreading upstairs rapidly. He gasped.
"MUM, DAD! THERE'S A FIRE!" Quigley shouted, very scared. Mr and Mrs Quagmire rose to their feet quickly and ran to where Quigley was standing. They took his hand, tears in their eyes. They lifted the rug in the library to reveal a door, which they opened, which lead to a passageway of some sort. They ushered Quigley into the passageway.
"Quigley, you wait in here. Don't leave here. We'll be back with your siblings. It'll be okay", Mrs Quagmire said to her son, not knowing that they would be the last words she would ever say to her dear son, Quigley.
Isadora was smiling. The thoughts that were approaching her head seemed to be building up to an amazing poem and she couldn't wait to write the words down. There was a loud knocking on her door.
"WHAT? I'm kind of busy here", Isadora exclaimed in annoyance. She never liked people coming into her room and disrupting her thought process.
"THERE'S A FIRE DOWNSTAIRS! QUICK! WE NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE!" Duncan yelled desperately into his sisters' room. The door opened quickly and Isadora realized, to her dismay, Duncan was telling the truth. Duncan grabbed Isadora's hand and led her to the bathroom.
"Okay, the drain pipe is outside the window of this bathroom. We can get out the window, and climb down the drain pipe, and pray that our parents and Quigley can exit safely", Duncan said, while opening the window and gesturing Isadora to go first. Isadora was crying. She lifted her foot onto the sink and pulled herself up. Carefully, she stepped onto the windowsill, and took hold of the drain pipe.
"I'm scared Duncan", she said quietly, and Duncan put his hand on hers.
"Me too", he replied. Isadora looked at him. Then she started climbing down the pipe, and watched her brother do the same thing, above her. The climb down the pipe was a terrible one. The sounds of fire engine sirens and the smell of the fire caused the children to cry harder.
Duncan thought of all the interesting and valuable pieces of information that would burn in the mansion's library, and that caused him to cry hard. Isadora thought of her brother, and her parents, hoping they would survive the horrible fire that was ruining their home, and Quigley was thinking of his home, and his whole family, who sadly never returned to retrieve him from the passageway, and so he cried harder.
There will be more chapters soon. Review Please. Thanks.
