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iluvnachoThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. posted this thread...
Nov. 29, 2011 at 8:05 am

Oh, I know I'm a litte late, but still, it popped in my head.

Your character(or characters) are all having Thanksgiving together. Except, they are with a total dysfunctional family. It's your choice how you describe the family (al.ch.o.l.i.c mother, dead beat father, snotty cousins, etc) but highlight your charcters' reactions.

How do they respond to the mashed potatoes thrown by the baby? The snappy mom? The delusional grandpa?

 

I look forward to reading them all :)

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Nov. 29, 2011 at 11:39 pm

He sat alone at the dining table, the food long gone cold. Thanksgiving hadn't gone the way he originally planned, but all those worries had been shuffled to the back of his mind; he had something more important to worry about. He glanced at the clock and almost cried; it was already midnight and head yet to see his little twin sister. He bit the inside of his cheek and waited, the clock slowly ticking away, torturing Mitch even more with its incessant clicking.

He sighed.

"Damnit Em. Where are you?" His voice was shaky as his fingers began to tap along with the clock, his face twisted into a look of raw concern and worry. He was to the point where he was about to call the cops and have them drag Ember back home. As if hearing his silent pleas, the audible click of the key being inserted into the door reached Mitch's ears and he let out a sigh of relief. Heavy footsteps shuffled across the hardwood floor before a head popped around the corner, an uncaring look on her face. Black hair tumbled over an exposed pale shoulder and tawny eyes stared at the dinner with no enthusiasm.

Mitch smiled, even though he knew she would see through his trickery.

"Welcome back, Em. I was worried you wouldn't make it." His eyes were full of warmth as he gestured to the cold meal that still laid out in the open. The sweet aromas mixed together in the air and Mitch bit his tongue to stop himself from shoveling food into his mouth. He swallowed, despite his throat being dry and cottony.

"Hungry?"

Her head, which had been bent over her black and white striped purse, snapped into attention as her tawny eyes burned holes into Mitch's eyes. Her wavy black hair fell into her face and her pale fingers nimbly brushed that hair from her face. Mitch ignored the fact that her beautiful colored eyes seemed to bulge out of the eye-sockets.

"I'm not hungry. I already ate," she replied, though Mitch could hear the hollowness of her empty lie. She then went back to digging into her purse for whatever she needed as Mitch tried to ignore the fact that he could visibly see the clothes hanging off his sister's skeletal frame and that her cheeks bones were too visible to be healthy.

Like always, he pretended that his sister wasn't withering away in front of his very eyes.

He lifted himself from the chair and slowly began packing up the untouched food, too upset to eat. Like any other night, he sould have been eating alone. As he wrapped the turkey, he glanced over at Ember and almost cried when he saw her bony fingers wrapped around a small pack of cigarettes. He let out a muffled sigh, and Ember shot him a vicious glare before stomping away, leaving Mitch alone again. Under his breath, so that only the shadows could hear him, he whispered;

"Happy Thanksgiving, sis."

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Nov. 29, 2011 at 11:40 pm

He sat alone at the dining table, the food long gone cold. Thanksgiving hadn't gone the way he originally planned, but all those worries had been shuffled to the back of his mind; he had something more important to worry about. He glanced at the clock and almost cried; it was already midnight and head yet to see his little twin sister. He bit the inside of his cheek and waited, the clock slowly ticking away, torturing Mitch even more with its incessant clicking. 

He sighed. 

"Dam.nit Em. Where are you?" His voice was shaky as his fingers began to tap along with the clock, his face twisted into a look of raw concern and worry. He was to the point where he was about to call the cops and have them drag Ember back home.  As if hearing his silent pleas, the audible click of the key being inserted into the door reached Mitch's ears and he let out a sigh of relief. Heavy footsteps shuffled across the hardwood floor before a head popped around the corner, an uncaring look on her face. Black hair tumbled over an exposed pale shoulder and tawny eyes stared at the dinner with no enthusiasm. 

Mitch smiled, even though he knew she would see through his trickery. 

"Welcome back, Em. I was worried you wouldn't make it." His eyes were full of warmth as he gestured to the cold meal that still laid out in the open. The sweet aromas mixed together in the air and Mitch bit his tongue to stop himself from shoveling food into his mouth. He swallowed, despite his throat being dry and cottony.

"Hungry?" 

Her head, which had been bent over her black and white striped purse, snapped into attention as her tawny eyes burned holes into Mitch's eyes. Her wavy black hair fell into her face and her pale fingers nimbly brushed that hair from her face. Mitch ignored the fact that her beautiful colored eyes seemed to bulge out of the eye-sockets.

"I'm not hungry. I already ate," she replied, though Mitch could hear the hollowness of her empty lie. She then went back to digging into her purse for whatever she needed as Mitch tried to ignore the fact that he could visibly see the clothes hanging off his sister's skeletal frame and that her cheeks bones were too visible to be healthy.

Like always, he pretended that his sister wasn't withering away in front of his very eyes.  

He lifted himself from the chair and slowly began packing up the untouched food, too upset to eat. Like any other night, he sould have been eating alone. As he wrapped the turkey, he glanced over at Ember and almost cried when he saw her bony fingers wrapped around a small pack of cigarettes. He let out a muffled sigh, and Ember shot him a vicious glare before stomping away, leaving Mitch alone again. Under his breath, so that only the shadows could hear him, he whispered; 

"Happy Thanksgiving, sis."

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iluvnachoThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Nov. 30, 2011 at 7:13 am

Wonderful :) By any chance, are you ButteryflyKiss? :D

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iluvnachoThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Nov. 30, 2011 at 7:48 am

I knew it! I'd recgonize my ficitonal boyfriend Mitch, anywhere! xD I could certainly make his Thanksgiving better...bhahaha jk jk

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