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Date Posted: 10:23:43 04/10/05 Sun
Author: Anonymous
Subject: Re: Monkey's Paw Modernized!(Pt. 1) - Sierra
In reply to: 's message, "Monkey's Paw Modernized!(Pt. 1) - Sierra" on 14:26:48 10/08/04 Fri

>In an empty house, disgusting by
>empty cupboards and barren shelves, the two daughter
>of Mrs Ingram sat in misery. "I am sick of this!",
>snapped Emma, the oldest daughter. "There is nothing
>left to eat! Nothing!" "You just realzied that?",
>replied Rebecca the youngest sister. "shut up!",
>snapped Emma. It's been four days and our supply has
>shortened by the day!" "Good Afternoon girls!",
>replied Mrs Ingram. "What's so good about it?", Emma
>sarcastically answered. "There's nothing left."
>replied Rebecca. "Well I had to sell the fur! We'll
>have enough money for food to last us for a whole
>week!", Mrs Ingram cried. "What?!", cried Emma in a
>puzzled fashion. You mean you sold the fox fur father
>gave to you on your 20th anniversary? He's rolling
>over in his grave!" "Well there's nothing else that
>anyone would have bought." replied Mrs Ingram "And I
>got much less that its true value too! But we needed
>the money!" Pacing the floor in their small home, Emma
>cried "This is pathetic!
>There is NO food! NO jobs! We are STUCK here in this
>creepy old house in the mountains! Can't it get any
>better then this?" "It'll get beter Emma.", said
>Rebecca calmly. "When?", asked Emma impatiently.
>"Rebecca honey calm down.", replied Mrs Ingram kindly.
>"I know things are not looking good right now, but it
>will get better." Emma responded by storming out of
>the front door. Heading after her, Mrs Ingram asked
>"Where are you going Em?" "I need a walk!", replied
>Emma sternfully.
>
> Walking in the wooded area which surrounded her
>home, she continued to feel disgusted about her
>family's situation. Hearing nothing but the sounds of
>crunching leaves from her shoes in the fall air didnot
>calm her distress. "I am so sick of this!", Emma
>angrily cried. "I am sick of this miserable pauper
>life! Barley enough to have anything!" Suddenly her
>walk became interrupted. She came across a strange
>looking figurine in the form of a hand. The hand was a
>foot long, covered in jet black hair, and spiked
>fingernails an inch long. "What in the world?", asked
>Emma to herself. "What is this?" Looks like some kind
>of freakish antique. Maybe I should sell it and
>possibly get food for two more days. I could sue a
>good meal right now! I wish I would eat like a queen!"
>As she continued viewing the hand, she began to smell
>the marvelous scent of BBQ. "Oh my God!! It smells so
>good!", she exclaimed. Following the seductive odor,
>she came upon the home of a family having a cookout.
>As she walked near, a man waved his hand asking her to
>join. Gladly accepting the invitation, she came upon a
>banquet feast. There was BBQ ribs,, chicken, mashed
>potatoes, salad, corn on the cob, apple cobbler,
>chocolate cake, and soda to wash it all down. Emma was
>stuffed and satisfied as she ate with the family. "Who
>are you people anyway?", she politely asked. "I never
>seen any of you here before. "We just moved here this
>morning and decided to celebrate the stay.", the man
>politely replied. As Emma witnessed some of the other
>family members dancing to the guitar player's tune,
>she picked up the hand she found earlier. Seeing one
>of the fingers of the hand slowly creeping down in a
>curled position put her in a spooked state.

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