[Fan-Fic] A GREY FUTURE
Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2018 12:46 am
[So after many projects and only one completed story to show for it all, I've returned to make my heavenly contribution that I've been thinking up for quite a while. Another one of my emotional stories that I have had lots of practice in over my absence. An entirely new story.]
PROLOGUE:
DEAR JOURNAL,
I watched many places pass me by through the car window; hoping that one of them would be my destination and this long feeling of anticipation would end. I'm so excited my family is moving to a place with enough room for all of us. Not only that, but the house was a Fixer-upper, so we'll be building it the way we want. I still cant believe it...I'll have a room of my own. I'm so excited to see this Babylon gardens place, make some new friends. But...I'm scared. Honestly, I've been scared about this whole thing deep down, but I wont let that get to me now that I'm following through with it.
A young man and his recently married wife drove through the scenic roads of Babylon Gardens in a silver expensive-looking luxury sports car. A Cadillac by the looks of it. Following behind the car was a moving truck fully loaded with everything the newly weds had to their name, and behind that was a truck with lots of construction equipment. The convoy drew the attention of the Entire neighborhood as all the vehicles pulled up to a recently vacated house. The pair of newly weds had bought the old house as a Fixer-upper and looked ecstatic to start working on it when they got out of their car.
Two houses away from the vacant fixer-upper, was the Sandwich residence. Their tan dog, Peanut; and their purple cat, Grape were both playing some kind of game when they saw the convoy of moving and construction equipment pass by and park no more than a five minute walk away. They watched as the new husband and wife got out of the car with curiosity.
The Man was of average height with a thin build, supported by an athletically toned body, suggesting he indulged in Tai-chi or Yoga with his wife often. He wore a pair of slim jeans and a t-shirt that was covered by a black cargo-jacket.
The woman was of similar appearance to the man. A few inches shorter than Average height, black skinny jeans showing her thin athletic build, and a white T-shirt as her top
"Hey Peanut look, new neighbors." Grape mentioned as she motioned to the house further down the street.
"YAY, new friends!" Peanut exclaimed as he threw a Frisbee he and Grape were playing with at the same time he got distracted.
"OW! Grape exclaimed in the background when the thrown Frisbee hit her on the side of her head when she stopped paying attention to the game
"Hey look, there's someone else in the back seat of the car." Peanut mentioned while Grape was grumbling and griping for Peanut to pay attention when he throws things.
The man the opened the backseat passenger's door to reveal a boosted car seat with what looked to be a Dog seated in it. The pet already unbuckled himself and then stepped out when the door was opened to take a deep breath of his new surroundings, and reveal what he looked like.
The Dog the new family had brought along was obviously a long-haired mixed breed. He was some type of Collie mixed with an Australian Shepard. He had a lot of fur and the build of a border collie, and the coloration pattern of an Australian Shepard. Only, this dog's fur color was as dark as a freshly paved road, with lighter grey markings and spots. The collar he wore around his neck was a metallic silver and the white tag dangling from that collar was in the shape of a five-point star. Of course, the dog looked a bit nervous about being in a new neighborhood...maybe a bit more nervous than he should be.
Nevertheless, his mood brightened a little when he saw the house he was going to be moving into, even if it was in disrepair at the moment.
After a few minutes, Mr and Mrs. Sandwich came out of their house, dressed like they were going to be guests to a host, which they technically were going to.
"Hey mom, hey dad, what are you all dressed up for?" Peanut asked as he picked up his Frisbee from the side-walk with Grape next to him, rubbing the sore spot on her head.
"Going to welcome the new neighbors. Why don't you guys come with, meet them too?"
"YES!" Peanut exclaimed as he grabbed hold of Grape and practically dragged her along
Thankfully, the new neighbors were already outside, so the Sandwiches didnt have to go through the awkwardness of ringing the doorbell and waiting with anticipation. Both the husband and wife were getting busy in organizing tools to tear down the outdated parts of the house. However, it was plenty awkward getting someone who had a sledgehammer in their hands.
"Hey neighbor!" Mr sandwich said to the husband, handing over an apple pie that he implied was home-made, but he actually bought it from the store, hoping Mrs. Sandwich wouldn't notice.
"Hey, thanks. Nice to meet you Mr...?"
"Earl Sandwich, this is my wife Jill, and those two are Peanut and Grape." Mr Sandwich introduced his family, pointing out everyone as he said their names
"The Sandwiches? Funny name, nice to meet you." The husband was then joined by his wife and the dog they brought along joined too, but he hid partly behind the man's leg. "My name's Greg Capriani, thats my wife, Sarah; and the one hiding behind my leg is Swift." The mystery man said, introducing himself and pointing everyone in his family out, but there was one more that he wanted to mention. "We also just recently found out that My wife is pregnant, so stay tuned."
"Oh congratulations!" Mrs. Sandwich exclaimed.
"Hi there!" Peanut said to Swift, letting him see that he didn't have any reason to hide from him and Grape
Swift emerged and of course did the thing that dogs do when they greet each other, and shook hands to introduce himself formerly. "Hi, I'm Swift. I'm uh...I'm still kinda new to the family thing.
Now Peanut and Grape could see Swift in more detail. He had bright green eyes, a constantly nervous expression on his face, and he was just a few inches taller than both Peanut and Grape. His tone of voice was shaky and unsure, consistent with his nervous expression. He also held a hard-back book journal with a pen sticking out of the pages like a bookmark. The journal was pretty worn, and he had written in quite a few pages so the pen bookmark was near the end of the book.
"He kinda reminds me of Res." Peanut said softly to Grape with a smile, meaning it as a complement of sorts.
"Yeah he does...maybe its a writer's thing." Grape said softly back, keeping the conversation between herself and Peanut
Greg then handed Swift a roll of blue painter's tape. "Hey Swift, there should be two identical bedrooms in the house. Go put a piece of tape on the one you want so we know which is which. After that, why don't you go with Peanut and Grape here so they can show you the neighborhood while we get ready to start tearing the walls down?"
"Oh-Okay." Swift replied as he took the roll of tape and went into the house.
"Shy guy, huh?" Mr Sandwich commented on Swift's personality.
"Yeah..." Greg said. Both he and Sarah looked concerned as he leaned on the handle of the sledgehammer he was holding, taking a deep breath. "Swift's a recent addition to the family, we adopted him close to two years ago from a shelter...he's...been through a lot. Came from a bad family, and he's kinda fragile. So could you guys keep him out of stressful situations for now? There's a reason we call him Swift, his natural instinct is to run away and it once took us a month to find him after he ran away fro a guy in an Easter Bunny suit."
"Can do!" Peanut agreed
"Sure, not much to be stressed about in this neighborhood so he should be fine." Grape added.
DEAR JOURNAL,
My day is going a lot better than I expected, I met some new neighbors and they offered to show me around. I'll admit that I'm very nervous about it...but I'm ready. I don't want to keep spending all day cooped up in my room, trapped with the words in my mind. I'm gonna go out there and show the world that I'm alright."
"Great, I cant thank you guys enough. He's been in a bad place for a while, and he was really enthusiastic about this change of scenery. He vents his feelings writing in that journal of his and writing novels that he encourages us to publish. he's trying his best to get back on his feet, and writing helps him a lot. You may know his book series actually, Its a Futuristic noir story called 'A GREY FUTURE'. Kinda leaves hints here and there about what he went through, so We think he was adopted by abusive owners. Dont tell me I told you any of this, he'd really trying." Greg said.
"Poor thing, what happened to him?" Mrs. Sandwich asked,
"Only two things on this Earth know the answer to that question. Swift, and his journal; and He doesn't let anyone read his Journal...anyway, just be careful with him." Greg said.
"No problem Mr. Capriani, He's in good hands, trust me." Mr Sandwich said, vaguely motioning to Grape.
"Please, Mr. Capriani is my father, call me Greg or Gregory." Greg said, passing the tool in his hands to his wife while she made ready to start tearing the house's drywall down
Swift then came back, giving the roll of blue tape back to his dad. "All done. Were you talking about my book series?" Swift asked, only having heard that part of the conversation while he was walking back.
"Hey wait; now that I think about it, I have heard of that story, A GREY FUTURE. Haven't read it, but some around the neighborhood are calling it a rising competitor to the Pridelands series. A dark noir crime thriller." Grape pondered out loud.
"Y-Yeah...writing helps me a lot. Dont be surprised if you catch me writing or drawing in my Journal, Its...just a writer's thing..." Swift said
"Alright then, why don't you three run along and go have the grand tour of the neighborhood." Mr Sandwich said to the group of pets.
PROLOGUE:
DEAR JOURNAL,
I watched many places pass me by through the car window; hoping that one of them would be my destination and this long feeling of anticipation would end. I'm so excited my family is moving to a place with enough room for all of us. Not only that, but the house was a Fixer-upper, so we'll be building it the way we want. I still cant believe it...I'll have a room of my own. I'm so excited to see this Babylon gardens place, make some new friends. But...I'm scared. Honestly, I've been scared about this whole thing deep down, but I wont let that get to me now that I'm following through with it.
A young man and his recently married wife drove through the scenic roads of Babylon Gardens in a silver expensive-looking luxury sports car. A Cadillac by the looks of it. Following behind the car was a moving truck fully loaded with everything the newly weds had to their name, and behind that was a truck with lots of construction equipment. The convoy drew the attention of the Entire neighborhood as all the vehicles pulled up to a recently vacated house. The pair of newly weds had bought the old house as a Fixer-upper and looked ecstatic to start working on it when they got out of their car.
Two houses away from the vacant fixer-upper, was the Sandwich residence. Their tan dog, Peanut; and their purple cat, Grape were both playing some kind of game when they saw the convoy of moving and construction equipment pass by and park no more than a five minute walk away. They watched as the new husband and wife got out of the car with curiosity.
The Man was of average height with a thin build, supported by an athletically toned body, suggesting he indulged in Tai-chi or Yoga with his wife often. He wore a pair of slim jeans and a t-shirt that was covered by a black cargo-jacket.
The woman was of similar appearance to the man. A few inches shorter than Average height, black skinny jeans showing her thin athletic build, and a white T-shirt as her top
"Hey Peanut look, new neighbors." Grape mentioned as she motioned to the house further down the street.
"YAY, new friends!" Peanut exclaimed as he threw a Frisbee he and Grape were playing with at the same time he got distracted.
"OW! Grape exclaimed in the background when the thrown Frisbee hit her on the side of her head when she stopped paying attention to the game
"Hey look, there's someone else in the back seat of the car." Peanut mentioned while Grape was grumbling and griping for Peanut to pay attention when he throws things.
The man the opened the backseat passenger's door to reveal a boosted car seat with what looked to be a Dog seated in it. The pet already unbuckled himself and then stepped out when the door was opened to take a deep breath of his new surroundings, and reveal what he looked like.
The Dog the new family had brought along was obviously a long-haired mixed breed. He was some type of Collie mixed with an Australian Shepard. He had a lot of fur and the build of a border collie, and the coloration pattern of an Australian Shepard. Only, this dog's fur color was as dark as a freshly paved road, with lighter grey markings and spots. The collar he wore around his neck was a metallic silver and the white tag dangling from that collar was in the shape of a five-point star. Of course, the dog looked a bit nervous about being in a new neighborhood...maybe a bit more nervous than he should be.
Nevertheless, his mood brightened a little when he saw the house he was going to be moving into, even if it was in disrepair at the moment.
After a few minutes, Mr and Mrs. Sandwich came out of their house, dressed like they were going to be guests to a host, which they technically were going to.
"Hey mom, hey dad, what are you all dressed up for?" Peanut asked as he picked up his Frisbee from the side-walk with Grape next to him, rubbing the sore spot on her head.
"Going to welcome the new neighbors. Why don't you guys come with, meet them too?"
"YES!" Peanut exclaimed as he grabbed hold of Grape and practically dragged her along
Thankfully, the new neighbors were already outside, so the Sandwiches didnt have to go through the awkwardness of ringing the doorbell and waiting with anticipation. Both the husband and wife were getting busy in organizing tools to tear down the outdated parts of the house. However, it was plenty awkward getting someone who had a sledgehammer in their hands.
"Hey neighbor!" Mr sandwich said to the husband, handing over an apple pie that he implied was home-made, but he actually bought it from the store, hoping Mrs. Sandwich wouldn't notice.
"Hey, thanks. Nice to meet you Mr...?"
"Earl Sandwich, this is my wife Jill, and those two are Peanut and Grape." Mr Sandwich introduced his family, pointing out everyone as he said their names
"The Sandwiches? Funny name, nice to meet you." The husband was then joined by his wife and the dog they brought along joined too, but he hid partly behind the man's leg. "My name's Greg Capriani, thats my wife, Sarah; and the one hiding behind my leg is Swift." The mystery man said, introducing himself and pointing everyone in his family out, but there was one more that he wanted to mention. "We also just recently found out that My wife is pregnant, so stay tuned."
"Oh congratulations!" Mrs. Sandwich exclaimed.
"Hi there!" Peanut said to Swift, letting him see that he didn't have any reason to hide from him and Grape
Swift emerged and of course did the thing that dogs do when they greet each other, and shook hands to introduce himself formerly. "Hi, I'm Swift. I'm uh...I'm still kinda new to the family thing.
Now Peanut and Grape could see Swift in more detail. He had bright green eyes, a constantly nervous expression on his face, and he was just a few inches taller than both Peanut and Grape. His tone of voice was shaky and unsure, consistent with his nervous expression. He also held a hard-back book journal with a pen sticking out of the pages like a bookmark. The journal was pretty worn, and he had written in quite a few pages so the pen bookmark was near the end of the book.
"He kinda reminds me of Res." Peanut said softly to Grape with a smile, meaning it as a complement of sorts.
"Yeah he does...maybe its a writer's thing." Grape said softly back, keeping the conversation between herself and Peanut
Greg then handed Swift a roll of blue painter's tape. "Hey Swift, there should be two identical bedrooms in the house. Go put a piece of tape on the one you want so we know which is which. After that, why don't you go with Peanut and Grape here so they can show you the neighborhood while we get ready to start tearing the walls down?"
"Oh-Okay." Swift replied as he took the roll of tape and went into the house.
"Shy guy, huh?" Mr Sandwich commented on Swift's personality.
"Yeah..." Greg said. Both he and Sarah looked concerned as he leaned on the handle of the sledgehammer he was holding, taking a deep breath. "Swift's a recent addition to the family, we adopted him close to two years ago from a shelter...he's...been through a lot. Came from a bad family, and he's kinda fragile. So could you guys keep him out of stressful situations for now? There's a reason we call him Swift, his natural instinct is to run away and it once took us a month to find him after he ran away fro a guy in an Easter Bunny suit."
"Can do!" Peanut agreed
"Sure, not much to be stressed about in this neighborhood so he should be fine." Grape added.
DEAR JOURNAL,
My day is going a lot better than I expected, I met some new neighbors and they offered to show me around. I'll admit that I'm very nervous about it...but I'm ready. I don't want to keep spending all day cooped up in my room, trapped with the words in my mind. I'm gonna go out there and show the world that I'm alright."
"Great, I cant thank you guys enough. He's been in a bad place for a while, and he was really enthusiastic about this change of scenery. He vents his feelings writing in that journal of his and writing novels that he encourages us to publish. he's trying his best to get back on his feet, and writing helps him a lot. You may know his book series actually, Its a Futuristic noir story called 'A GREY FUTURE'. Kinda leaves hints here and there about what he went through, so We think he was adopted by abusive owners. Dont tell me I told you any of this, he'd really trying." Greg said.
"Poor thing, what happened to him?" Mrs. Sandwich asked,
"Only two things on this Earth know the answer to that question. Swift, and his journal; and He doesn't let anyone read his Journal...anyway, just be careful with him." Greg said.
"No problem Mr. Capriani, He's in good hands, trust me." Mr Sandwich said, vaguely motioning to Grape.
"Please, Mr. Capriani is my father, call me Greg or Gregory." Greg said, passing the tool in his hands to his wife while she made ready to start tearing the house's drywall down
Swift then came back, giving the roll of blue tape back to his dad. "All done. Were you talking about my book series?" Swift asked, only having heard that part of the conversation while he was walking back.
"Hey wait; now that I think about it, I have heard of that story, A GREY FUTURE. Haven't read it, but some around the neighborhood are calling it a rising competitor to the Pridelands series. A dark noir crime thriller." Grape pondered out loud.
"Y-Yeah...writing helps me a lot. Dont be surprised if you catch me writing or drawing in my Journal, Its...just a writer's thing..." Swift said
"Alright then, why don't you three run along and go have the grand tour of the neighborhood." Mr Sandwich said to the group of pets.