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Brothers & Sisters – Chapter Six: The Tweedle’s Poem

This is basically an un-edited version of this book. There will be typos. There will be your/you’re errors, because I’m dyslexic as hell. Why am I posting it? I’ve more or less come to the conclusion that some major things needed to change, so I’m changing them. However, I like the old version and I already gave you Twins In Death in the old form, so have this one too. It doesn’t matter, the books are being re-written, so enjoy.

Brothers & Sisters
A Tale of The Weirdo
By Brett N. Lashuay

Chapter Six

The Tweedle’s Poem

 

 

March 31st, 2003

12:01 p.m.

 

            The Weirdo sat on a deck chair, looking at the lake. It wasn’t much of a lake, less than a mile long and a mile wide. He had no idea how deep the lake was, because he’d never swam in it. No one ever swam in the lake; the surface was rarely ever broken. It was a cold lake; it was always a cold body of water. Even on hot evenings in July, when the sun had shone down all day, the lake was so cold you could re-freeze ice cubes in it. Yet in the winter is still never actually froze, no matter how cold it got.

 

            It must have been that the lake was deep, which it was, but that wasn’t the reason. The lake was a sacred place, it was a burial ground, and it was a place of importance. When Shannon had died, they put her in a rowboat and put dried flowers and bottles of oil around her. They had pushed her out till the boat was almost out of range and then The Weirdo threw a flaming brand which landed on the boat. She had gone up fast, but in the unnaturally calm waters, it took a long time for the boat to sink. Most of the boat had burned away before it finally let itself sink below the waves, never to be seen again.

 

            The lake was always calm, only a few ripples ever danced across the surface and real waves were unknown to it. There may have been fish in the lake; there may have been a dragon, sleeping long at the bottom. There was even some question as to if it was actually water. It was impossible to tell, since they left the lake alone. The lake was a thing unto itself and it wanted to be left to its rest. They respected the need of such a thing to rest and let it do so.

 

            “Tomorrow is April fools day.” Jack said sitting on the chair next to The Weirdo.

 

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Brothers & Sisters – Chapter Five: Meeting All The Players

This is basically an un-edited version of this book. There will be typos. There will be your/you’re errors, because I’m dyslexic as hell. Why am I posting it? I’ve more or less come to the conclusion that some major things needed to change, so I’m changing them. However, I like the old version and I already gave you Twins In Death in the old form, so have this one too. It doesn’t matter, the books are being re-written, so enjoy.

Brothers & Sisters
A Tale of The Weirdo
By Brett N. Lashuay

Chapter Five

Meeting All The Players

 

March 29th, 2003

8:10 a.m.

 

            The Weirdo looked at the headlines, it was hard not to really. They were in large bold black type and he didn’t want to see that.  He folded the paper and threw it away being careful to make sure no one would see it. He picked up the newspaper from Saturday and opened it. He skipped immediately to the comic section, folding any news away. He was quite interested to see what that crazy beagle was up to today. Was that nutty beagle driving the round-headed kid crazy? Would he be steeling the blanket from that blanket kid? There had been what was it, a year since the creator died? They were still running the comics though. They were still running them and that was a good thing. It was a good thing because other wise, how would he be able to tell what that zany beagle was up to? He looked at the television set that had been turned off, and then at the comic section.

 

            He opened the can of cola he had brought with him from the refrigerator. He pulled on the tab and a release of gas poured out. He poured a portion of the can into a coffee mug that sat in front of him and drank from it while he looked for a comic about a beagle.

 

            Max walked into the kitchen and opened a cupboard. He looked at the cereal choices through his bleary eyes and pulled out a box. He shuffled to the cupboards and pulled out a bowl, he then shuffled to the fridge and got the bottle of milk. He sat down at the table and looked at the three of them. He poured out a measure of cereal, and then a measure of milk. He was fitting the cap back on the milk when he looked around at the bowl.

 

            “Crap.” He said and got up, walking to a drawer and extracting a spoon.

 

            “Morning.” Kestrel said as she came into the kitchen.

 

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Brothers & Sisters – Chapter Four: A Look at Family Life

This is basically an un-edited version of this book. There will be typos. There will be your/you’re errors, because I’m dyslexic as hell. Why am I posting it? I’ve more or less come to the conclusion that some major things needed to change, so I’m changing them. However, I like the old version and I already gave you Twins In Death in the old form, so have this one too. It doesn’t matter, the books are being re-written, so enjoy.

Brothers & Sisters
A Tale of The Weirdo
By Brett N. Lashuay

Chapter Four

A Look at Family Life

 

 

March 28th, 2003

8:31 p.m.

 

            The Weirdo was pensively tapping out a rhythm on the arm of the chair he was sitting in with one hand. He was singing the words to a song that had just come to him at the moment he began to tap out the rhythm of the song. It was completely random the way this song came to him and should only be looked on as a detail of the true and accurate account of events as they happened.

 

            “There is a park that is known for the face it attracts, colorful people whose hair on one side is swept back.”

 

            The phone in The Weirdo’s pocket rang and the phone vibrated at the same time. It wasn’t a particular ring, or a song downloaded from the internet. There was no particularly large amount of thought that came with the ring tone. It was just one of the rings that had come on the phone, a descending scale that just went from the top down to the bottom of the scale. He had simply picked it because it was the least annoying thing on the phone. He pulled the phone from his pocket and held it to his ear pressing the send button that answered.

 

            “Yeah?”

 

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Brothers & Sisters – Chapter Three: Icabod’s Wild Ride

This is basically an un-edited version of this book. There will be typos. There will be your/you’re errors, because I’m dyslexic as hell. Why am I posting it? I’ve more or less come to the conclusion that some major things needed to change, so I’m changing them. However, I like the old version and I already gave you Twins In Death in the old form, so have this one too. It doesn’t matter, the books are being re-written, so enjoy.

Brothers & Sisters
A Tale of The Weirdo
By Brett N. Lashuay

Chapter Three

Icabod’s Wild Ride

 

 

March 28th, 2003

2:01 p.m.

 

            To say The Weirdo was sitting in his room was a bit of a misnomer, as it wasn’t exactly true. The house was mostly divided into a series of suites, rather than single rooms. Some of the suites had more rooms than others did; The Weirdo’s suite for instance had higher ceilings than the rest of the house. His was the highest room in the house, and held the top floor spot. The servants quarters had been taken out and the space given to making higher ceilings. A few rooms still remained but they were for storage of things that large houses had. Mrs. Pendleton had a small suite of rooms on the ground floor, which is where she had requested to be allowed to stay.

 

The Weirdo was sitting in his room though, a small dressing room that he had made into a makeshift study. A table, with a computer sitting on it was sitting against one wall, wires leading away from it to the wall. He was sitting in an armchair next to one of the large windows, looking out at the ocean. You couldn’t see the city from this room it was the wrong side of the house. He could see the sparkling ocean though, which was without any birds. He noticed for the first time in some time, he couldn’t see any sea birds.

 

            Sea birds are a regular fixture anywhere near New York City. A part from the fact that sea birds stick near the shore, there is a huge amount of food for a clever bird. He didn’t see any birds out there today though. While odd though, this wasn’t a great mystery to be delved into now. It was simply another fact to be stored back and collated as he went along. It did poke at him though, but he pushed it back for other thoughts.

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