The Brown Book

Chapter 1: An Afternoon at Lemmington Town.

Oh,the tricks of the afternoon sun.

Playing it's tricks, poking rays of fun.

But your eyes make it stop and the afternoon seems like forever.

 That would be what's different here,  not bad nor better.

Imagine a world where time seemed like it stood still, all clocks on 5:30 and the skies are ranging gold to vermillion –and whatever that color is- like the sky on a setting sun's glory. Silly, isn't it? How strange would it be? And that's exactly the case here in Lemmington. There was never a night, there was never a blue sky of day (at least since time stopped.) Now, the sun lies on the horizon... half awake and half asleep.

"Emmett! Get DOWN here! You have to eat supper!" A woman yells from below this two-story home. In her yellow apron where her glistening black hair rests upon, She prepares for a typical afternoon. She was cooking another slice of ham for the next afternoon which will be in about a few minutes later.

"And since when did we have supper, mom? A few hours ago!" Emmett replies while he walks down the stairs. In his brown jacket with white shirt under, he walks down in a dull tone of boredom. It surely didn't look like he was tired of his games, the little video game console was never that boring.

"What are you trying to get on with? JUST START MUNCHING ON THAT HAM!" and boy I'm glad she's not my mom because that bellow could have made time move again. As Timothy, Emmett's brother-in-law, is munching on THAT ham, Emmett is busy fondling the food with a fork.

Timothy was a thin, frail kid but he eats like there is no tomorrow. Somehow, he never gained a gram higher than 3 years ago. "Whath makesh you sho shadth?" There he goes again, talking while he eats...

"I'm not sad. I'm just tired." Emmett says in reply. "Why?" Timothy asks. Emmett was silently looking at his plate. 

"It just doesn't look good if you were that sad with a sulk on your face." Timothy says right away. He resumes eating right away. They just had an afternoon meal everyday... 

"Every few minutes" Emmett thought to himself.

"Um... Timothy? What's your dream?" He asks.

Timothy glances and swallows, "My dream?" He blinked a couple of times. "Wow, I never thought you were this deep. I always thought you were kind of shallow in thought. I want to be a goat-racer!" Oh boy, I thought he was going to say something interesting.

"My dream," Emmett says as Timothy resumes his fast forward food frenzy, "I want to be free. I'm so tired of all these same afternoons. They keep on going on the same! I'm tired!"

Timothy miraculously stopped munching... and swallowed of course. "Of this cycle? Like supper then play then supper and..."

"YES!" Emmett blurted. It was great that his mother didn't hear it, She might let another behemoth-like shriek of madness.

"Well... why don't you leave? Mom won't notice and I don't care. You're my brother you know, I care about what you want to do and... oh..." When Timothy glanced... He wasn't there anymore. He left Timothy hanging...

"Timothy?! Where did he go?!" Mom was glaring at him. Timothy smirks and as he takes another munch says, "Off to his destiny."

Dashing through the dusty pavement path, Emmett went to find his destiny.

Freedom, that's what he had sought for years of this thing he called a cycle. His heart was beating fast, with a smile shown on his face. The wind caressing his dark shiny hair. His eyes were bright gold. His boots thrashing on the dusty paved roads of the city, the upper class were too lazy to even hire janitors.