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The Box (Pt 1: Family)

Aventae's picture
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(Artist: Me!) (Music: Fleshless)








Sometimes, it's the little things that cou                                               




"You just..." Jillian Vemoraz, a middle aged woman, long brown hair and even darker brown eyes "You had to let it out..." her husband, Mikhael, a brute of a man. Standing nearly a head shorter than a Sporekill and strong enough to crush a Blightwolves skull with his bare hands. Piercing blue eyes and hair as black as night. "You just didn't listen..." and their teenaged daughter, who ended up lost. "Why didn't you listen!"


The family was out in the field, they led a simple farmers life, providing for themselves in the middle of Northfields. Beside Jillian lay a box, black with a white eye painted on. As if staring at the holder, daring them to open it. It didn't contain anything, but it was open now, as it sat there in the dirt beside the sobbing woman. Her knees planted firmly in the ground, grabbing her hair and rocking back and forth.

"Jilly." Mikhael said, calling her a pet name he hadn't used since they were teenagers. "I don't understand why you're so upset..." he calmly explained to her "What did I do? The box was empty."
But Jillian didn't care. In one swift motion, his wife was on him, her knife at his neck, staring into his eyes, yelling "You killed her! It's your fault she's gone!"
Fright overcame this brute of a man, terror in his face as his wife threatened to murder him with the blade. He had never seen her like this before, his words stammered as he tried to reason with her "Jilly... Jilly p-please don't. I don't know what you're talking about... Who did I... I didn't kill anyone."
"She's gone because of you!"

In one swift motion, Jillian dragged the blade across his neck, watching as he struggled, her hands covered in his blood as it poured. His gargling was the last she heard before he closed his eyes, forever gone.

"You deserved it you piece of shit!" she yelled, spitting on his face "I told you not to open it!" she dropped the knife by his corpse and buried her face in her bloodied hands "I told you..."


Five feet from her now dead husband, lay their dead daughter. Her head, crushed, her body sprawled across the crops.

"You just had to open the box..." Jillian muttered.


Canni Belle's picture

((Such a way you have with dark tales.. I will always be a fan <3

One minute your calm, the next your shooting someone in the face, then your doing your chickendance. If that is not chaos I dont know what is - Aiid

Joe Spivey's picture

I have soooo many questions! Whatever comes next, great opening.

Stick with me kid and you'll be farting through silk.

Aventae's picture

thanks guys! I appreciate the fact even after countless seemingly random stories you guys still read them :3

i still have a few "the box" stories in mind and have to finish the men's room stories as well... all in time! but im happy i can write these stories somewhere, they are really fun to write!

Just a boy making his way around the wasteland!


Veronica Volt's picture

((Powerful and brutal. I wait with impatience for part 2.

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