Here's another one of my scripts yahoo people...Judge me please..CAN I BE AN AUTHOR?
My Story:
50 years from now on a narrow,sequestered hill not far from the Shady Heads groove stood with it's twisting malevolent chimneys,an eerie allure and mystifying gloom,a manor by the name of Rose Villa.The audacity with which I relate you this event might make you tenuous of it's composition yet I can barely assure you of the aversion with which I even afford my contemplation to retreat towards the adverse business that surpassed all proportions during my two day sojourn at the Rose Villa.
Two years of my foreign study had left Ellen,my wife and I quite exasperated of our stringent connubial life. I had grown so discontented with the cross -roads of my dwindling life that when my wife proposed a plan of a vacation I consented readily.I and Ellen were so much accustomed of homes with silent,mossy lawns ,glassy ponds and streams with luscious rhetorical tiles,glorious with the shy flickering light that stole through the pale green leaves and of quaint rooms with narrow mullioned windows that we craved for an abode aloof from all the perplexity of the world,intervening neighbors and with the beauty not so magnetic in it's nature.At first I had to suffer menacing problems as I endured the flattering and prodigious behavior of the house owner but later taking a leaf out of my wife's dictation I wrote one letter to a house agent and no sooner then a week this was a very first house we came across.A short squat fellow with a round face and a scintillating brown patch over his head except of the grayish thread like hair protruding at odd angles from behind his ears.His little watery eyes fidgeted around their sockets a little too exuberantly as his small sweaty hand grasped mine and he introduced himself in a squeaky voice,"Hi I'm Bob .If I am not wrong you are Mr- Alfred?".
"Yeah! that's right,"I said,"Er-do we have to follow you or-".
"No ,no sir absolutely not ",Bob said waving his hand in mid air,"I think we'll manage in my car."And with the eradication of his raspy note he gestured at what seemed like the most primitive invention of cars.I stared dubiously at the ancient structure before sharing a supercilious smile and asked in a rather derisive voice,"Bob are you sure it can hold three people?"
But this question of mine was taken as an effrontery to the car's emotion for Bob began to pat the bonnet and retorted in a mingled tinge of annoyance and pride,"This thing can five people and yet you can't differentiate between it's throttle response."
Thinking of the possibility of a man being a complete lunatic I went to call my wife and within the span of five minutes I and Ellen managed to cram ourselves in the jammed space.Bob's imprudent behavior gave way very soon as the car gave a terrible groan before becoming silent.I could almost see the ears of Bob turning from the shade of pink to brick red as he vanished behind the antique bonnet.I and Ellen exchanged dark looks as the noise of tweaking a couple of twines broke the awkward silence.Then with mighty tug at the engines plug ,it sprang into life,Bob came rushing in and tried to communicate with us ,a nervous and reproachful smile but thinking better of our frowning face stepped on the accelerator
My Story:
50 years from now on a narrow,sequestered hill not far from the Shady Heads groove stood with it's twisting malevolent chimneys,an eerie allure and mystifying gloom,a manor by the name of Rose Villa.The audacity with which I relate you this event might make you tenuous of it's composition yet I can barely assure you of the aversion with which I even afford my contemplation to retreat towards the adverse business that surpassed all proportions during my two day sojourn at the Rose Villa.
Two years of my foreign study had left Ellen,my wife and I quite exasperated of our stringent connubial life. I had grown so discontented with the cross -roads of my dwindling life that when my wife proposed a plan of a vacation I consented readily.I and Ellen were so much accustomed of homes with silent,mossy lawns ,glassy ponds and streams with luscious rhetorical tiles,glorious with the shy flickering light that stole through the pale green leaves and of quaint rooms with narrow mullioned windows that we craved for an abode aloof from all the perplexity of the world,intervening neighbors and with the beauty not so magnetic in it's nature.At first I had to suffer menacing problems as I endured the flattering and prodigious behavior of the house owner but later taking a leaf out of my wife's dictation I wrote one letter to a house agent and no sooner then a week this was a very first house we came across.A short squat fellow with a round face and a scintillating brown patch over his head except of the grayish thread like hair protruding at odd angles from behind his ears.His little watery eyes fidgeted around their sockets a little too exuberantly as his small sweaty hand grasped mine and he introduced himself in a squeaky voice,"Hi I'm Bob .If I am not wrong you are Mr- Alfred?".
"Yeah! that's right,"I said,"Er-do we have to follow you or-".
"No ,no sir absolutely not ",Bob said waving his hand in mid air,"I think we'll manage in my car."And with the eradication of his raspy note he gestured at what seemed like the most primitive invention of cars.I stared dubiously at the ancient structure before sharing a supercilious smile and asked in a rather derisive voice,"Bob are you sure it can hold three people?"
But this question of mine was taken as an effrontery to the car's emotion for Bob began to pat the bonnet and retorted in a mingled tinge of annoyance and pride,"This thing can five people and yet you can't differentiate between it's throttle response."
Thinking of the possibility of a man being a complete lunatic I went to call my wife and within the span of five minutes I and Ellen managed to cram ourselves in the jammed space.Bob's imprudent behavior gave way very soon as the car gave a terrible groan before becoming silent.I could almost see the ears of Bob turning from the shade of pink to brick red as he vanished behind the antique bonnet.I and Ellen exchanged dark looks as the noise of tweaking a couple of twines broke the awkward silence.Then with mighty tug at the engines plug ,it sprang into life,Bob came rushing in and tried to communicate with us ,a nervous and reproachful smile but thinking better of our frowning face stepped on the accelerator