Death In A Mile

Chapter 1: A Day in a Life

Our story begins in Minitan, the quaint village north, east, south, or west of absolutely nothing. Everybody is a hard worker in this small community of about 200, everybody gets along and no one complains about anything. It's well, normal. Lloyd Solomon, the main character in this story. Somewhat of an introvert, although smart and cunning. His head consists of long brown hair which covers his back collar completely, and light brown eyes which occasionally change to green whenever they so choose. A handsome young man he is, having a slim figure and a tall body at 6 feet, he is proud of his attractiveness.

Now onto the dark part of this seemingly joyful story. Lloyd's parents were presumed dead after they jaunted a little to deep into the surrounding forest. It is said that once you go a about a mile into said forest, you will never return. The trees get darker once you reach the border a mile in, and after you have crossed there is no turning back. The monsters that live within crave human existence. Sounds like a horrific campfire story I know, but no one in this lifetime has ever returned to Minitan from this terrible, unnamed forest.

Anyway, enough of this darkness and lets talk about the things that make up Minitan. Minitan is an intresting place, which literally stands for Mini Town; and no one knows exactly where it is or why it came to be. The villagers like to write and tell myths from time to time, but only to scare the younglings of the village. The statue in the exact measured middle of the village resembles Maximus Tellerman III. His royal and eloquent name contradicted the rags of clothing he wore. The statue was dark bronze, which also was due for a cleaning. Some say he was the first man to live in the village of Minitan. Weather and the hard work of the villagers tend to work off on this piece of bronze art and make it mysteriously dirty. After all, Minitan was a quite mysterious place, a place in which no one will question...

Lloyd:

"Another day in the life," I thought to myself as my eyes opened slowly. I looked up at the termite infested support beams above where I slept, then deeper into the roof where there was a hole to where I could see the beautiful morning sky. I knew it was going to be a lovely day.

I slowly climbed out of my rickety bed and onto the hard wood floor. I looked across my small one-roomed house and glanced over at the unwashed pots and pans in the small kitchen. My procrastionational nature prevented me from looking at those dishes again for the rest of the day. I opened the cupboard up top, and luckily one shiny pan was laying there upside down.

I opened the front door and as soon as I did, my early bird neighbor shouted "Why hello there!" From about 40 feet away. He was pumping the water from the nearby stream. It ran right behind his house and in front of mine, creating almost a serpent like pattern around both of our homes. Of course I waved and yelled back, wouldn't want to be rude of course, then I proceeded to find the eggs I originally came out here for.

The man who yelled at me was my friendly neighbor Jason. Jason was a half bald and middle aged man, and wore round glasses with thin glass. He always dressed nice with plain collared shirts. He was among the most cheerful people in the village. From as far as I could remember he has never missed any village meeting or gathering, and even before I was alive was the leader of Minitan. He cared deeply for our village. He also had a wife: Jamie. Jamie and Jason; those two names alone fit well, as did they. The perfect match they were, and it made me think whether or not I was going to be that happy IF I grew old.

Okay I found them, the perfect eggs to go along with my early meal. I picked up the three eggs and placed them in my shirt as a makeshift bag. I looped back around the house from the back and found that Jason had just walked in, in fact his door was still closing. Oh well, I walked in and set the eggs down on the counter right next to the door. One egg rolled off the slick marble and onto the floor, cracking open and splattering my open lower leg.