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Summary: A young twenty-two year olds trip to Tashmore Lake has extended when her old Corolla breaks down. Who is she to come upon to help her but the mysterious writer Mort Rainey.
My old Toyota Corolla
Chapter One:
I didn't want to admit it, but I had lost the battle. I was defeated by the old broken down Toyota Corolla that sat in a cleared dirt road surrounded by an overpopulation of trees. In denied hope to get my car started again, I gripped the top of my torn steering wheel and placed my free hand tightly against my keys. My eyes slammed shut into darkness, praying for what was a miracle never going to happen, before turning my keys hard to the right. I clumsily jolted upright as a small rumble escaped from the rusted hood, to my dismay that rumble ended abruptly.
"Damn." I moaned profusely as I tore my keys from it's opening and threw them into my lap. In exasperation, I slid in my seat and dropped my head into a hand that leaned on the side of the door, while the other crumbled motionless to my sides. The cracked rearview mirror placed at the side of my car revealed to me my sad look. My slightly tangled dirty blonde hair cascaded into its shoulder length, while my unhappy green eyes traced the outline of my head before resting on a background figure. My mood slightly rejoiced at my luck. Maybe I wouldn't have to walk. I'm such a lazy ass.
My head picked itself up from its tiresome position, while its support of a limb dragged itself downward and was ready to pull on the handle that would let me escape. I tugged on the latch, and easily the car door swung open, leaving me a clean getaway. I had managed to actually get out of my car without something breaking off as usual. Mentally I congratulated myself.
Then the spawning of my journey took place. Lucky for me my attire was perfect for the short walk of my destination. Nike shoes, great for all occasions, lowride jeans, and a baby tee that was covered by a faux suede jacket.
My target wasn't as far as I was making it out to be, but in all hopes one last sigh left my mouth before trudging up the small path way that lead another direction from where I was heading. Keeping my thoughts away from my bad luck was helping with the time. Call it daydreaming if you must, but it helps.
Soon the distance from the large lakeside house as I had seen was growing smaller. Something I could notice right away was a fair amount, okay it was a lot of corn. A patch that was located right to the side of the house. Odd as it was, the homeowner must like corn or have his reasons as he did. Who was I to care; I just wanted a ride into the county. Tashmore Lake was it? My eyes studied the premise that I had stepped on to. A new looking Land Rover was parked in front, while a shovel and other tools where thrown to the ground.
My shoes lightly ran up the few steps of the porch and I was nervously rocking back and forth in front of the screen door. I had never been good as a social person. I fisted my slightly shaking hand into a ball and raised it a few inches from the chipping door. I bit my lower lip as I tapped softly against the wood, before making the raps harder so that they could be heard. I shifted my weight impatiently, beginning to wonder if whoever lived here was home. Once again, my luck had gone completely, and in shame I turned on my heel ready to leave.
"May I help you?" A questioning husky voice said. My eyes widened in embarrassment. The feeling I had was that I wanted to run and make myself pay for what my car had done to me, but instead I spun around with a fake smile plastered on my face.
His features were that of someone who had woken from a never ending sleep. His blonde brown hair was in bed head world, a brush hadn't been evident in this case, while his face had faint markings that he was lying on something for far too long. His eyes were deep brown, glasses also apparent, with his ratted colorful robe and pajama pants to conclude this fashion no-no. Early thirties, take or give a few years. He studied my appearance as well, and I still had that ridiculous look on my face.
"Yes, I was on my way into Tashmore Lake." He raised his eyebrows, still confused at who I was or why I came on his doorstep. I continued, "And my old Toyota broke down down a ways, and I was possibly wondering if I could use a phone to call a tow truck to pick me and my car up."
It was his turn to sigh. Straining his look I thought my mission was in vain. To my surprise the handsome stranger swung the screen door open and held it, waiting for my entry. The now screaming lectures from my mother entered my head, 'Don't go into a strangers house!' They repeated over and over again. At twenty-two years old I was still debating plans, A : To take her advice and get out of this place, or B : Ignore the thoughts in my head and call someone, and get it over with. I chose plan B.
Was it a mistake?
More Mort on the way. I just wanted to get this out, see what happens. ^^ Please Read and Review, I'd appreciate feedback. Chapter Two is on it's way! (Morts POV next)
Summary: A young twenty-two year olds trip to Tashmore Lake has extended when her old Corolla breaks down. Who is she to come upon to help her but the mysterious writer Mort Rainey.
My old Toyota Corolla
Chapter One:
I didn't want to admit it, but I had lost the battle. I was defeated by the old broken down Toyota Corolla that sat in a cleared dirt road surrounded by an overpopulation of trees. In denied hope to get my car started again, I gripped the top of my torn steering wheel and placed my free hand tightly against my keys. My eyes slammed shut into darkness, praying for what was a miracle never going to happen, before turning my keys hard to the right. I clumsily jolted upright as a small rumble escaped from the rusted hood, to my dismay that rumble ended abruptly.
"Damn." I moaned profusely as I tore my keys from it's opening and threw them into my lap. In exasperation, I slid in my seat and dropped my head into a hand that leaned on the side of the door, while the other crumbled motionless to my sides. The cracked rearview mirror placed at the side of my car revealed to me my sad look. My slightly tangled dirty blonde hair cascaded into its shoulder length, while my unhappy green eyes traced the outline of my head before resting on a background figure. My mood slightly rejoiced at my luck. Maybe I wouldn't have to walk. I'm such a lazy ass.
My head picked itself up from its tiresome position, while its support of a limb dragged itself downward and was ready to pull on the handle that would let me escape. I tugged on the latch, and easily the car door swung open, leaving me a clean getaway. I had managed to actually get out of my car without something breaking off as usual. Mentally I congratulated myself.
Then the spawning of my journey took place. Lucky for me my attire was perfect for the short walk of my destination. Nike shoes, great for all occasions, lowride jeans, and a baby tee that was covered by a faux suede jacket.
My target wasn't as far as I was making it out to be, but in all hopes one last sigh left my mouth before trudging up the small path way that lead another direction from where I was heading. Keeping my thoughts away from my bad luck was helping with the time. Call it daydreaming if you must, but it helps.
Soon the distance from the large lakeside house as I had seen was growing smaller. Something I could notice right away was a fair amount, okay it was a lot of corn. A patch that was located right to the side of the house. Odd as it was, the homeowner must like corn or have his reasons as he did. Who was I to care; I just wanted a ride into the county. Tashmore Lake was it? My eyes studied the premise that I had stepped on to. A new looking Land Rover was parked in front, while a shovel and other tools where thrown to the ground.
My shoes lightly ran up the few steps of the porch and I was nervously rocking back and forth in front of the screen door. I had never been good as a social person. I fisted my slightly shaking hand into a ball and raised it a few inches from the chipping door. I bit my lower lip as I tapped softly against the wood, before making the raps harder so that they could be heard. I shifted my weight impatiently, beginning to wonder if whoever lived here was home. Once again, my luck had gone completely, and in shame I turned on my heel ready to leave.
"May I help you?" A questioning husky voice said. My eyes widened in embarrassment. The feeling I had was that I wanted to run and make myself pay for what my car had done to me, but instead I spun around with a fake smile plastered on my face.
His features were that of someone who had woken from a never ending sleep. His blonde brown hair was in bed head world, a brush hadn't been evident in this case, while his face had faint markings that he was lying on something for far too long. His eyes were deep brown, glasses also apparent, with his ratted colorful robe and pajama pants to conclude this fashion no-no. Early thirties, take or give a few years. He studied my appearance as well, and I still had that ridiculous look on my face.
"Yes, I was on my way into Tashmore Lake." He raised his eyebrows, still confused at who I was or why I came on his doorstep. I continued, "And my old Toyota broke down down a ways, and I was possibly wondering if I could use a phone to call a tow truck to pick me and my car up."
It was his turn to sigh. Straining his look I thought my mission was in vain. To my surprise the handsome stranger swung the screen door open and held it, waiting for my entry. The now screaming lectures from my mother entered my head, 'Don't go into a strangers house!' They repeated over and over again. At twenty-two years old I was still debating plans, A : To take her advice and get out of this place, or B : Ignore the thoughts in my head and call someone, and get it over with. I chose plan B.
Was it a mistake?
More Mort on the way. I just wanted to get this out, see what happens. ^^ Please Read and Review, I'd appreciate feedback. Chapter Two is on it's way! (Morts POV next)