Trindelle the Criminally InsaneA Story by Steve the UnwashedAnother character sketch for possible use in the story I'm working on.
Previous Version This is a previous version of Trindelle the Criminally Insane. Their hands came up through the damp earth, one finger peeking through the loamy soil followed by the other four. A second hand widening the growing pit laboriously, like mother earth giving birth to something as beautiful as a newborn child. A clap and a cheer echoed through the rusty fog as the sun broke above the mountainous horizon to the East. Trindelle danced from the collapsed cobblestone fence she had been perched patiently on top of. Where the heroes of yesteryear had failed to save the village of Mallard's Reach, she had succeeded. She ran to the nearest opening grave and grabbed onto an emerging, cautious hand, pulling upward. The body was still sunk deeply in the soil and her modestly muscled arms couldn't budge it. She dug with her fingertips, scooping the loose sod out of the growing hole and clearing way for the shoulders. This was going to be a big one, a real dandy fellow. "I have you. Trindelle is here, my darling." she gasped raggedly as she finally freed the shoulders from the cold ground. She reached down and grabbed the flailing body by the armpits, finding it surprisingly light due to the earthworms enjoying their just desserts. With a heave, the body lifted, kicking violently at it's former prison and throwing dirt everywhere. Trindelle collapsed backward, the mud-streaked body landing across her lap. She cradled it's back and held the screaming face against her bossom as it pawed in agony at her shoulder. There were no eyes or eyelids left in this rotting face, but it looked up into her eyes anyway and brushed it's partially-fleshed hand across her long, dark locks. The head rolled back and the body rolled away from her, sobbing and wailing and spitting out the remnants of it's tongue. "You're okay. I'm here." She said, kneeling beside the body as it absently sobbed and beat it's bony fist into the ground with very little conviction. "You're fine now, I promise." After several minutes had passed, the thing had stripped off it's own ears and thrown them across the field. More of the others were emerging now, and she watched in amazement as her progeny began helping the others. Trindelle couldn't help but be fascinated. She motioned to a nearby tree, her hand meandering back and forth making forbidden motions, and several birds fell to the ground, stunned but still alive. She brought them to her perch on the cornerpost of the cobblestone fence and began stripping the feathers from their chests. With the breast meat exposed, she gripped tightly and pulled. Off came the meat in short order and she began happily munching as she watched her children multiply. "I shall call you Boros" she said while chewing thoughtfully, watching her first-born from afar as he dug with his hands and pulled others from the ground, "Boros. And you shall be the mayor of town." She popped the last of the bird bits into her mouth and licked her lips with a playful smack at the end. The day was still young and she'd be God-damned if this town wasn't in running shape by nightfall.
© 2011 Steve the UnwashedAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorSteve the UnwashedAddison, TXAboutJust another person coping with a complicated world. Always looking for friends. I enjoy talking to anybody. People are endlessly fascinating. I cook a lot. If you need to know how to make homemade.. more..Writing
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