The Paper Boy

Supernatural Stories | Jan 9, 2014 | 2 min read
36 Votes, average: 4 out of 5
It was a warm, sunny afternoon. The smell of cherry lip-gloss and dog droppings filled the air. There were a few students walking around, as is expected of a college campus. If one were to listen closely they could hear the faint bass of the latest song playing in a dorm room. But the area we want to focus on takes place under a big Cyprus tree, littering the grass with its fall colored leaves.

A boy sits there. He wakes up quickly, as if waking from a nightmare. He is a skinny, pale young man with black hair and grey eyes the color of pencil lead. He looks around, not knowing where he is. He tries to think, but all he can remember is a name. Edgar. He stands up, looking for someone who can tell him who he is.

He wanders into a building, not knowing fully where he's going; only that it's important. He enters a room that is full of pictures. Pictures of people. Photocopies of books. But most importantly, a picture of Edgar. Right next to it he sees a picture of a girl. The caption reads: Lily. Edgar remembers Lily. She acted as a mother. She created him. He hears the door opening. There is Lily.

"Hello." She says. She seems startled. Her face contorts, as if trying to hide her horror, but a small bit slips in anyway. Her brown hair looks as if it was tied up in a bun at some point, but pieces of hair jut out here and there. Her blue eyes stare at Edgar with a mixture of horror, disgust, and hope.

Edgar sat under the same tree he had awakened in. Lily walked up to him, a tear in her eyes. She held up a piece of paper. "I'm truly sorry I had to do this," she says, "but it must be done." The piece of paper

she's holding is a story. "I wrote this story about you a while ago. I never thought this would happen. I'm sorry." And with that, she rips part of the story. Edgar looks down. His arms are gone. Lily continues to rip the story into shreds, sobbing as she sees the look on Edgar's face go from bewilderment to horror until he is sobbing along with her. "Goodbye," he says, just a head now, and then he is gone. Lily dries her tears as she rips up more pages. The world around her starts to crumble, the scent of cherry lip gloss turning into rotten eggs, the sounds of children playing turning into screams of horror. Then it is all gone, and Lily waits until she herself starts to fall apart into oblivion.

Lily sits upright in bed, her tears still wet on her face. She leaps out of bed and walks over to the computer sitting by her desk. In her trash are thousands of paper bits from stories that went wrong. On her nightstand is a picture of Edgar, who died from drowning months ago. "Someday, Edgar," she says, "we will be together again." She begins to write…

It was a warm, sunny afternoon. The smell of cherry lip-gloss and dog droppings filled the air. There were a few students walking around, as is expected of a college campus. If one were to listen closely they could hear the faint bass of the latest song playing in a dorm room. But the area we want to focus on takes place under a big Cyprus tree, littering the grass with its fall colored leaves…

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Lily Howlett Mar 7, 2014

I jst realised that some of the tenses (past tense, ect) changed in parts of the story. Maybe it adds to the "homemade story" thing.

Richard Schnelzer Jan 13, 2014

Nice story, keep em coming ;)

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