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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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