rayneydaze-writes

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Quick question. Does anyone else know all the lyrics to you are my sunshine?... No? Just me okay.

[rayneydaze-writes]

Simple little town

Just simple or maybe not so simple story of a little town. I wrote this for a class but I had a bout of inspiration and this came of it. I wanted it to sound kinda modern story book. I hope it came about that way.

Word count; 801

The steps I take barely make a sound but I can hear my dog’s claws click on the pavement. I find myself in my favourite part of town. The air is crisp and the town is quiet, completely peaceful. I sit on a bench in the town square and we rest a while. I admire our town’s crowned jewel. You see In the town where I live there is an unusual monument. Although the sculpture is strange in its own right the strangest thing about it may be that no one knows exactly what it signifies. It has no plaque, no credentials and essentially no purpose, other than starting feuds in our simple little town. I pass it most days when I walk my collie Chester, and when I do I often overhear the townspeople bickering about what it looks like, what it means or why it’s there. At the very least I can see someone walking around it and contemplating its existence.

At this point in my monologue, you are probably wondering “what does it look like?” and to that, I would answer with “I’m not entirely sure.” It’s like clouds or constellations, it’s subjective, everyone sees something different. Marge and Harry are certain that it looks like a mouse wearing a fez with a seal on its back and they are not afraid to convince you of it. The kids from the nearby elementary school think it looks like an ice cream sundae with toy cars for sprinkles and an airplane spoon. Some hipsters from the cafe believe it is a representation of Liberosis but I think they’re just projecting.

In addition to wondering what the figure is supposed to be or represent, many also speculate on why it is there and what event warranted a monument but not an article in any newspaper.

One thing we do know is that it’s been here since at least the beginning of the 20th century. It was mentioned in a 1904 newspaper, the local museum asked citizens to come forward if they had any information about it. So even after all these years we still have no clues as to why it’s there. But all that did is give everyone a free pass to speculate and theorize as much as they want. Some are just paranoid conspiracies but others are well put together and warrant consideration. And while at times I do have a burning desire to find out exactly why it’s there I appreciate that we don’t. Because although it has been known to cause a feud or two and maybe a screaming match on occasion, more often than not it brings our community together. In addition to our many online outputs for our theories, the community center puts on an event every year for the townspeople to share their theories with the whole town. I’ve heard dramatic farming epics, historical dramas, dystopian origin stories and many more fictions all about my town.

So thank you unknown event and architect you have inspired us and made our lives in this simple little town infinitely more interesting...

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1855 In a simple little town

A man walked through the square it was so empty and hardly anyone was around, No mothers with babies in prams, No wives running errands, or bachelors chasing after suitors. It was indeed beautiful but the man longed to see the square alive.

At that moment He was inspired. He had an idea that consumed his energies for the following months. Designing, measuring, dreaming, and planning took up most of his free time. His occupation gave him access to the tools and materials her would need. You see he worked at the mortuary designing and carving tombstones. The nature of his job often made him contemplate life and its fleeting nature, although he never considered that as a contributing factor to his motives.

Finally months after he first dreamed up his project he set out to complete it. In the cover of the long winter nights, he left his workshop pushing a very heavy and very large wheelbarrow in front of him. He worked all night and didn’t take any breaks. And by sunrise, his dream had been realized right in front of his eyes. A perfectly inanimate sculpture.

The next day this simple little town was a buzz it seemed as though everyone was in the square observing this brand new mystery. A monument that had seemingly risen overnight. Instead of tearing it down as he had suspected, they would, they left it. For a while, people would come from all around to see the mysterious unidentifiable sculpture. This filled the man’s heart, there was finally life in the square.

Years passed and eventually no one was asking questions about the sculpture anymore. That is until 1904.

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Thanks if you read all the way to the end. Means a lot to an aspireing author. Till next time

Adieu, Au revoir, et bien tôt.

[rayneydaze-writes]

Have you ever only listen to the acoustic version of a song without realizing it and then you hear the original and are completely confused? Cause same.

[rayneydaze-writes]

Just a writer wandering around in this big wide world. Even though I’m stuck in my small town. Cliché I know, but I hope you’ll stick around and unravel the stories stuck up in my head, with me. Anyways I hope you enjoy my fictions, naratives, frustration fueled rants and whatever else I decide to post here.

Adieu, Au revoir et bien tôt.