Lovers, No More

Lover's Tiff

During the American depression in the 1930's there was a couple that lived in the rural outskirts of southern parts of Minnesota. They were both cut off from the rest of the world, not so much as a radio to keep them in touch with the outside world. Not the husband nor the wife had any family or children alive to come visit their little cabin in the woods. It was just them and the woods. They've been married since they were sixteen years old, living together happily ever since, but over the years of solitude between the both of them, they've grown apart from each other. Yhe desiring love between them has depleted into a mutual likeness over the decades they been together.(If you'd even call it that.) In their last few months, their relationship was deteriorating much more. They both have had enough of each other. They can't even stand the sight of each other, but neither or says anything, they just cope until one day when the wife finally breaks.
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"I've hadda enough of this!" The man roared. His dark brown eyes crazed with rage. Those eyes look at his nonchalant wife, who looked emotionless until you met her eyes, that were tinged with annoyance and stubbornness.

"Well that'd be much ta bad for ya, cause I ain't goin' the way ta the'd well." Her voice calm, but strong, especially for an old, brittle women like herself.

At that, the bulky man turned red in fury. His veins  popping out to show their outlines all over his face and balled-up fists. He yelled, "women! Ya knowledge  me's back s'been bad evar since I hadda kill dat goddamned bear! What's so hard in getten' some water fer the damned house? " She looked up at him, rolled her eyes, then walked past him, ignoring his anger completely.

" 'Cause ya been usen' dat excused fer five years! You're just sayn' dat cause your too lazy ta do it yourself!" Her voice raising with every word. She went to walk away from him, but is hand was still on her shoulder, forbidding her from moving anymore. Letting out a sigh, she turned around to stare him down with her cold blue eyes. Neither of them broke. They stood there as if their feet were apart of the old rickety planks of wood, neither one daring to blink at the other. For what seemed to be days long, the wife gave out a grunt, then sighed. "Fine! Ya know what, how about us both go! I'ma done dealin' my toddler of a husband!" She exclaimed, ripping the mans hand off of her shoulder. She then stocked off to the front door that was located across the living room. Taking the handle she flung the wooden door open, letting swing back and forth behind her.

"Are ya tryin' to take the door with ya, woman!" He called after her, but it was futile, seeing that she just kept walking towards the shed on the far side of the house where the water buckets were. He glared at her back and she pried the door open, grabbing two buckets for herself, then slamming the door shut as her husband came to do the same. Cursing under his breath he threw the door open, using much more force then he needed to, then grabbed himself two buckets as well, then slammed the door, again with too much force.

He turned around to go follow his wife, but she wasn't there. A look of worry came across his face at the disappearance of her, but soon wiped it away and replaced the look of worry into annoyance. Grumbling, he shuffled though the powdery snow, following the trail of footprints that she'd left behind. "Why did I build the well so much away from the house?" He complained to himself, while rubbing the small in his back.

As he followed her footprints, he could feel the light, brisk winds start to pick up and turn ice cold. He looked up at the cloudy sky to see the big, puffy cotton balls of clouds have turned a medium bluish-gray colour. His eyes went wide when he realized this because if the clouds looked like that, that meant a blizzard was coming.

He looked forward to start on his wives trail again only to find that the wind had brought snow over them and erased her footprints from existence. Now worried for his poor little wife he went onward to look for her, calling her name in hope she'd hear his cry, but in reality he knew it was futile. The strong winds drowned his voice out as soon as the words left his mouth, but he couldn't give up. Even though they had an animosity towards each other, she was still his wife and the only person he had. He had to find her, he needed to find her!

The man ran off, calling out her name once again. He ran all over, making zig-zags and turns, trying to cover every inch of the forest that engulfed the two of them. He cried out her name till his voice was hoarse and his lungs were burning from the icy winds.

As he looked a around he realized that he didn't recognize the woods surrounding him along with the fact that he couldn't see a yard in front of him due to the worsening blizzard. Even though he didn't want to admit it deep down he knew that he was lost in the woods without his wife.    
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Hello Dolls,

Me and a group of friends made this story up in English around Halloween and I've been working on it since then, but I pushed it back a few months ago and I just went depth in it finally decided to publish the first chapter! So happy. This is horror and there will be some gore.