Young Writers Society

Chapter 1: James Fennimore Cooper.

That cold day I came home later than I normally did I walked slowly up the front porch stars and knocked on the door “hello” he said slightly louder than he had intended it to be.

I received no answer from inside the house “I’m home” he yelled again and a minute later he decided that they had gone off on a walk with Magnus there German shepherd.

I stepped in and shut the door with a little crunch and walked across the hard cement floor and sat my back pack down on the couch I guessed that my mom would probably tell me to get it of when she got home but I would do it later.

I walked back and forth for a quite a bit of time thinking about my life and how almost everything in it had gone wrong at lest it seemed like it to me at that point and I thought of how my grandpa had died recently and how nothing seemed to happen.

After a bit I was getting more and more warred about his parents if they had gone for a while they would have told him but maybe it was a last minute thing.

Since I was getting hungry I walked over to the kitchen and looked around and found some meat loaf and some corn on a plate after I ate I went up too my bed and lay down but I could not get to sleep.

Then at about ten o’clock I woke up to here someone knocking on the door I walked down and opened the door but no one was there but I saw a police car come to a stop at the drive way and a police man stepped out with a stern look on his thin face he walked up to me and said “are you a Cooper”.

“Yes sir” I answered he seemed troubled and that meant something had happened I looked up and guessed what he was going to say.

“Son your mother is dead and your father isn’t going to make it, I am sorry” He said and he looked down at his shoes.

A wave of pain and grief washed over me and I began to sob uncontrollably.

“Would you like to go and say good bye to your dad before he is gone” he asked.

I nodded and flowed him to his car sobbing he opened the door for me and I looked at the house and saw a dark shape slip in to it.

When we got there they had taken my dad to the hospital and when I came near the seen I saw Magnus was dead with a built through her head.

A minute after a man that looked like a medic came up to me and said “are you Mr. Cooper”.

“Yes” I said still looking at the pool of blood “Your father might make it” he answered “but don’t get your hopes up”.

I looked up at him and said “why didn’t the man how came to pick me up tell me that?” I was almost mad at him for telling me but then I thought it through and it made me happy to know that my dad might survive.

He looked at me almost offended and said ”the reason he didn’t tell you was because he didn’t know ether he was the first here and then he just drove off without telling anyone were he had gone too and he just recently came back with you” he finished and added “would you like to see your dad”.

I nodded and he started walking over to the hospital so I followed him and on the way he said “one reason he is still alive is because the hospital is just a little walk away”.

When we got up to the place where my father had been put and while we walked along we saw a person coming towered us with something on a trolley he was pushing in front of himself it had a piece of plastic to cover it and when he came up close I saw that it was my dad on the trolley and he was dead.

I stopped the trolley and pulled of the piece of plastic but the man said “Stop that now boy!” but he stopped as I said in a trembling voice “he’s my father” the man looked at the medic with me and he nodded.

The man turned abruptly and left me and the trolley and a minute later came back with another man and a bloody piece of paper in his hand he came up and handed me the paper and said “Mr. Cooper this is yours from your father”.

I looked down at the piece of paper but my eyes just went over it and they filled with tears at the thought of his father then I focused my eyes on it and read.

Son I am not going to make it. all of my land and houses are yours everything me and your mother owned I have a list of them in the base mint sell them if you wish you are the best of sons and pleas follow in my footsteps and become a Christian and come up to us I am going I can feel it good bye son.

Forever love your father and mother.

I didn’t move I just kept looking at the paper and sobbed then I heard a clatter and turned to see my Aunt come running up crying as she came when she got there she looked at me and the trolley and stepped up and hugged me.

Much later at about 1 o’clock I got back home and I was still sobbing and the street lamps were on so it was as bright as day and I saw a trail of blood going into the house I didn’t pay much attention to it and opened the door and for a moment I saw a wickedly grinning face and blood all over it and then it was gone and I heard some noise so I stepped in quickly and turned on the light to see a bone and a bunch of blood all over the place I after a minute or two of inspecting it decided that I could wait until morning until I did anything about it.

I was feeling so terrible that I almost wished I would die or that my life would change and that I would have the life of some other person because my life was terrible but sense I was so tired from staying up late I went almost strait to sleep it seemed only a second later and ­­ I woke up not a minute later, but instead of being in my house as I expected I was out in the middle of a place with green light coming through the tops of some giant trees far above although there was a small light spot on the grass.

So almost instantly I thought I was dreaming, I stood up but in doing this I smashed my head against a branch and the solid contact of my scull to the hard wood was an intense ray of pain going to my brain that made me sit down hard I gave a yelp of pain and my hand went to my head and I began feeling around and felt a large lump that had swelled out, but the branch had at least done something besides hitting me on the head it had pretty much told me that I was not in a dream and that it was real life I was in.

This time before I stood up I looked up and saw that it had been a large branch from a giant tree that I had hit my head against.

The tree had a large number of branches near the bottom.

But it looked like it had been sniped in half by some kind of sharp thing I was not sure but I could not see the other half, this made me hope that there were other people because if you find a peace of tree missing you could probably guess that people had taken it.

One reason I thought this was because at that time on earth it was a time when there was absolutely no wood that had not been used and besides what kind of animal would take such a huge hunk of wood.

I learned not to long afterward what animal did tack and wood like that.

After a moment I got up with a grown and walked to the huge trunk of the tree then I leaned against it because all at once almost every muscle in my body went stiff, but a minute later I had forgotten my stiffness and was looking in fascination at the huge tree the trunk it was so huge that it must have been a million years old I was thinking if I could cut it down I could see how many rings it had.

But my thoughts were abruptly ended as a bush about 25 yards away moved slightly a moment later and with my eyes fixed on it I bent down and picked up a stick to defend myself with although if I had thought even a little bit I would have known that a stick wouldn’t have done me any good against just about anything, then my though went back to the tree and an idea popped into my head.

I turned and ran behind the huge tree trunk and peered fearfully out from behind it and saw a giant figure was moving from behind it with something long glittering on it.