WeLcOmE
Colorville is a small town. It’s the kind of town where everyone knows your name. No one is a stranger and no one is forgotten. Red Road is located smack dab in the middle of town with only one traffic light dangling from a wire. The street is never empty but always filled with smiles. Yes, this is the sort of place where everyone wishes to visit and nobody wants to leave. Colorville is a small town. A busy town. A friendly town. Welcome.
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Thump.
The silver marble bounced off the wall, hit the dresser and landed on the floor right next to the boy’s head.
That was close.
Thud.
Bull’s eye. The blue marble smacked him in the middle of the forehead. That’s gotta hurt. Throwing round metal objects in the dark was probably not the best idea.
Murphy Parks turned his head slightly to the right and watched the marble disappear under his bed and into the black abyss.
“Uhhhh…,” he grunted.
Murphy violently let the back of his head hit the hard wooden floor in disgust. He placed his right arm over his forehead and closed his eyes. He had to defeat this monster.
Boredom was its name.
“Chuck the Marbles Off the Wall” was the only game that kept Murphy from going crazy.
“Murphy! What are you doing?” Mom shouted from downstairs.
He had forgotten how easily sound traveled through the house. Plus, Mom had some kind of supersonic hearing ability.
Maybe she’s a super hero!
“Nothing, Mom! Absolutely nothing,” Murphy shouted back.
It was the truth. The sunlight was flickering through the closed curtains. The blue jays were chirping away in a tree outside the window. It was clearly a beautiful day yet there was nothing to do. Roy and Jake were not going to be home until after lunch and watching the ceiling fan spin around in circles was making him sick.
“Well then, what is all that noise?” Mom hollered back.
Man she asks a lot of questions.
Murphy was just a kid. It’s a kid’s job to make noise and worry his parents. It’s not like he was creating a plan to take over the world.
“The noise?” Murphy asked.
“Yes, Murphy, the noise. The sound of something breaking!” Mom blurted out.
Murphy could tell she was greatly annoyed. Either way, he couldn’t help himself.
“Ohhhh… that noise. It’s just the sound my brain makes before it explodes. That’s all!”
