Nathan Kelevra
11-07-2010, 08:44 PM
The Girl who cheated at everything was a well known fable.
Particularly in this town of burned out buildings.
It's a story told to little girls and sometimes bad little boys.
The girl's name was simple and short. Elle.
That's what you call a girl who becomes future arsonist.
Her fire burning days came quickly.
However, Elle had a difficult time losing at anything.
In fact she refused even let her baby teeth fall out...
she did lose them eventually. However she denied this fact to
our beleaguer dentist friend. The poor fool.
"I see you have a cavity" replied Tim the dentist.
"No I don't. And if I do. Which I'm not saying I do.
It will fall out. it's a baby tooth." replied an uninterested Elle.
Now the dentist was on the verge on confusion and replied
the best way he knew how. "It's not a baby tooth!"
Elle had already given up the conversation
and finished it with a strong "It is."
The Dentist who we will call Tim. He looked like a Tim.
He looked like all Tim's do. Big blue deer shaped eyes.
Which when you saw his eyes you almost wanted to mount
him on a deer rack.
His ears were in perfect placement with each other.
Not like people named Dale whose ear just flopped all over the place.
Unfortunately, our dentist friend had a crush of Elle.
Why? Only Heaven Knows.
Elle was a female that until recently had been a myth.
No one had ever met this ghost of a person....
Elle had what can best be described as having
an illogical flowing mane of raven hair.
Her hair was not bound by the sciences of man.
Her hair was in that constant supermodel mode.
The thing that really made one notice Elle though.
Was her deep deep golden eyes.
One couldn't help be mesmerize by these tremendous orbs.
yes orbs.
Now Tim. Poor Tim. Poor Stupid Tim was awe stuck.
He knew he shouldn't have allowed himself to be captured
by her radiant beauty. He had heard the stories, bad stories.
He couldn't help it.
It's because he was stupid.
Which was previously mentioned.
Chapter 2
In this town of 15,000 or so. It was easy to get noticed.
Good or bad people noticed.
So, when this new female personage appeared.
It caused a stir.
The word "normal" would forever disappear.
Back at his dentist office where Tim was the town's sole dentist.
Unless you count the illegal dentistry of Mr.Wells who we will meet
soon enough.
However Tim's mind was an unfocused mess.
Every other thought centered on Elle. Where did she come from?
Why did he worry so much about seeing her?
He could get over this over come this feeling of not love. or even interest.
It was mostly the sense of impending doom that followed her.
He wasn't looking for anyone to become romantic involved with.
In fact is he was still recovering from his last dating disaster.
April Leaf... Ms. Leaf was his absent minded dental assistant.
Ms. Leaf was a sweet messenger of mayhem and danger.
She didn't do it purposefully. It's just that when she was around,
you...feared for your life... In a good way.
Before dating Tim her last boyfriend was killed by a lamp post.
This being a small town the towns people charged the lamp post with murder.
As I said before. This town and normal did not go hand in hand.
April was the shortest person in our town.
Not a midget but she definitely had circus type of height about her.
Like she wouldn't mind being shot out of a cannon.
April also had the brightest apple green eyes you've ever seen.
Her red hair was a distraction as it had it own personality.
You almost wanted to touch her hair.
As if as some sort magical power of it own.
Her mouth always had a tiny smile on it, always, Even for funerals.
April was still a tiny bit angry with Tim over the break up.
Not enough to cut his break lines or poison him.
No, just angry enough to stay with him in the office to remind him
what a dunce he had been for leaving her.
April did have her dentistry flaws that made life interesting for Tim.
She patiently gave the beautiful novocaine to the wrong spots.
Or she gave too much laugh gas.
Which is what happened with Mr. Davidson... Mr. Davidson wondered off
to who knows where. So if you find a man in his late 60's carrying a
nitrous bottle please tell him his wife miss him and we want the bottle back.
Life in this town was about to become a circus on wheels.
Part 3. Enter Mr. Wells.
Mr. Wells was the towns resident illegal dentist, passport purveyor,
and Ice cream shop owner. As well as Tim biggest rival in the dating scene.
Mr. Wells didn't like Tim. He dislike everything about Tim.
The way Tim spoke. The way he walked. The way we wore his hair.
He even hated the name Tim.
Mr. Wells was his full name.
As his parent didn't think it was necessary to give him that precious first name.
Hell, Mr. Wells would have settle for some initials maybe even some squiggle marks.
That was not to be the case.
This lack of first name caused all sorts of difficulties.
Mr.Wells was a name that was constantly on everyone lips.
No one could go a day without hearing about Mr.Wells.
His name unforgettable to everyone except to those with amnesia
....and they didn't remember anyone.
Mr. Wells was not an un-attractive fellow.
One would say he could easily passable.
His nose was average. His chin hid itself as not to attract attention.
His face had a lost look to it.
His cinnamon colored eyes gave off a feeling that the lights were on
....but there was no one home.
The styling of his hair was akin to someone sticking their finger into an
electrical socket... it worked for him.
Once again I can't emphasis this enough.
The people in this town would not be social excepted anywhere but here.
Elle had met Tim. Now she wanted to meet Mr.Wells.
She viewed the sad little building. Not quite sure she wanted to go in.
Mr. Wells had some how transformed this once proud store
into a gypsy palace. The poor store was thoroughly confused about it identity.
Was it a Ice cream shop? A den for tooth repair?
Other stores in the town, taunted and ignored the store.
The store would set itself on fire if it could.
The brick building was a relic from the World War II era.
The building gave off this irresistible impression that it would collapse.
Only the poorest inhabitant of the town would venture in.
To Mr. Wells it was his castle.
Inside the building it wasn't any better. Possibly worse.
In the far corner stood a lonely dentist chair. It did not raise or lower.
It was stuck at one height which resulted in Mr.Wells doing numerous gymnastics
to get in the proper place for his tooth yanking magic.
The color of the chair had a pale crimson with white swirl pattern.
If one looked for this chair in catalog one would find it. In white. Only white.
Alongside the chair were teeth stapled to the wall from some of the
most prominent people in town. He called them "paying customers"
If one looked closely enough at the dentistry tool...
You could swear he had jumper cables as one his instruments.
On the other side of this surprisingly large building was his other joy.
His ice cream shop. He had seven flavors.
Vanilla,Chocolate, Lime, Blueberry, Vodka and Purple lion.
The vanilla was the best bet.
You actually believe that it was... vanilla.
The chocolate was a flavor as yet unknown.
Most of the towns people believe that it was paint.
They also believed he was too stubborn to change it.
People still bought it.
The lime was used as an arsenic.
The blueberry was a pure blueberry mix coming from Grandma Tiller farm.
The two favorite flavor of the town being vodka and purple lion.
The purple lion was something Mr.Wells came up with.
There was a general hope in the town that his famed purple lion wouldn't
causing long term damage. The vodka flavor ice cream was vodka.
If you walked straight back there was two simple slots.
One for money. One for a photo...
It didn't even have to be a picture of you.
In four days you would have a brand new illegal visa.
Elle entered in Mr.Wells shop with the tiniest of noises.
Mr.Wells was unaware of his new visitor as he was fully immersed in scooping
a dish of blackberry goo. The goo fought the spoon to the bitter end.
Mr. Wells then made the most unfortunate of mistakes.
What this mistake? He looked up. He shouldn't be judge to harshly...
Wells took in the whole of her. His first reaction was to run.
Elle ever the unconscious fashion trend setter was pushing
the boarders of what the human eye could take in.
Elle's shoes if we can call them that
had the look of two lemon paper cups.
Her dress was a purple nightmare.
Indeed the color purple itself had issued a press statement saying
it was not to be associated with this color.
Elle's purse had at one point in its life been an animal... an ugly animal.
Describing her pursue would do no one any good, little children were
trying valiantly try to put quarters in the pursue as they were sure it would talk.
Elle hair was stylish as ever. Not a single flock of hair had deviated.
The eyes still as bright if not brighter.... absurdly bright.
She made only one movement with her hand as to draw his complete
attention she was the snake charmer and he was tonight's show.
Particularly in this town of burned out buildings.
It's a story told to little girls and sometimes bad little boys.
The girl's name was simple and short. Elle.
That's what you call a girl who becomes future arsonist.
Her fire burning days came quickly.
However, Elle had a difficult time losing at anything.
In fact she refused even let her baby teeth fall out...
she did lose them eventually. However she denied this fact to
our beleaguer dentist friend. The poor fool.
"I see you have a cavity" replied Tim the dentist.
"No I don't. And if I do. Which I'm not saying I do.
It will fall out. it's a baby tooth." replied an uninterested Elle.
Now the dentist was on the verge on confusion and replied
the best way he knew how. "It's not a baby tooth!"
Elle had already given up the conversation
and finished it with a strong "It is."
The Dentist who we will call Tim. He looked like a Tim.
He looked like all Tim's do. Big blue deer shaped eyes.
Which when you saw his eyes you almost wanted to mount
him on a deer rack.
His ears were in perfect placement with each other.
Not like people named Dale whose ear just flopped all over the place.
Unfortunately, our dentist friend had a crush of Elle.
Why? Only Heaven Knows.
Elle was a female that until recently had been a myth.
No one had ever met this ghost of a person....
Elle had what can best be described as having
an illogical flowing mane of raven hair.
Her hair was not bound by the sciences of man.
Her hair was in that constant supermodel mode.
The thing that really made one notice Elle though.
Was her deep deep golden eyes.
One couldn't help be mesmerize by these tremendous orbs.
yes orbs.
Now Tim. Poor Tim. Poor Stupid Tim was awe stuck.
He knew he shouldn't have allowed himself to be captured
by her radiant beauty. He had heard the stories, bad stories.
He couldn't help it.
It's because he was stupid.
Which was previously mentioned.
Chapter 2
In this town of 15,000 or so. It was easy to get noticed.
Good or bad people noticed.
So, when this new female personage appeared.
It caused a stir.
The word "normal" would forever disappear.
Back at his dentist office where Tim was the town's sole dentist.
Unless you count the illegal dentistry of Mr.Wells who we will meet
soon enough.
However Tim's mind was an unfocused mess.
Every other thought centered on Elle. Where did she come from?
Why did he worry so much about seeing her?
He could get over this over come this feeling of not love. or even interest.
It was mostly the sense of impending doom that followed her.
He wasn't looking for anyone to become romantic involved with.
In fact is he was still recovering from his last dating disaster.
April Leaf... Ms. Leaf was his absent minded dental assistant.
Ms. Leaf was a sweet messenger of mayhem and danger.
She didn't do it purposefully. It's just that when she was around,
you...feared for your life... In a good way.
Before dating Tim her last boyfriend was killed by a lamp post.
This being a small town the towns people charged the lamp post with murder.
As I said before. This town and normal did not go hand in hand.
April was the shortest person in our town.
Not a midget but she definitely had circus type of height about her.
Like she wouldn't mind being shot out of a cannon.
April also had the brightest apple green eyes you've ever seen.
Her red hair was a distraction as it had it own personality.
You almost wanted to touch her hair.
As if as some sort magical power of it own.
Her mouth always had a tiny smile on it, always, Even for funerals.
April was still a tiny bit angry with Tim over the break up.
Not enough to cut his break lines or poison him.
No, just angry enough to stay with him in the office to remind him
what a dunce he had been for leaving her.
April did have her dentistry flaws that made life interesting for Tim.
She patiently gave the beautiful novocaine to the wrong spots.
Or she gave too much laugh gas.
Which is what happened with Mr. Davidson... Mr. Davidson wondered off
to who knows where. So if you find a man in his late 60's carrying a
nitrous bottle please tell him his wife miss him and we want the bottle back.
Life in this town was about to become a circus on wheels.
Part 3. Enter Mr. Wells.
Mr. Wells was the towns resident illegal dentist, passport purveyor,
and Ice cream shop owner. As well as Tim biggest rival in the dating scene.
Mr. Wells didn't like Tim. He dislike everything about Tim.
The way Tim spoke. The way he walked. The way we wore his hair.
He even hated the name Tim.
Mr. Wells was his full name.
As his parent didn't think it was necessary to give him that precious first name.
Hell, Mr. Wells would have settle for some initials maybe even some squiggle marks.
That was not to be the case.
This lack of first name caused all sorts of difficulties.
Mr.Wells was a name that was constantly on everyone lips.
No one could go a day without hearing about Mr.Wells.
His name unforgettable to everyone except to those with amnesia
....and they didn't remember anyone.
Mr. Wells was not an un-attractive fellow.
One would say he could easily passable.
His nose was average. His chin hid itself as not to attract attention.
His face had a lost look to it.
His cinnamon colored eyes gave off a feeling that the lights were on
....but there was no one home.
The styling of his hair was akin to someone sticking their finger into an
electrical socket... it worked for him.
Once again I can't emphasis this enough.
The people in this town would not be social excepted anywhere but here.
Elle had met Tim. Now she wanted to meet Mr.Wells.
She viewed the sad little building. Not quite sure she wanted to go in.
Mr. Wells had some how transformed this once proud store
into a gypsy palace. The poor store was thoroughly confused about it identity.
Was it a Ice cream shop? A den for tooth repair?
Other stores in the town, taunted and ignored the store.
The store would set itself on fire if it could.
The brick building was a relic from the World War II era.
The building gave off this irresistible impression that it would collapse.
Only the poorest inhabitant of the town would venture in.
To Mr. Wells it was his castle.
Inside the building it wasn't any better. Possibly worse.
In the far corner stood a lonely dentist chair. It did not raise or lower.
It was stuck at one height which resulted in Mr.Wells doing numerous gymnastics
to get in the proper place for his tooth yanking magic.
The color of the chair had a pale crimson with white swirl pattern.
If one looked for this chair in catalog one would find it. In white. Only white.
Alongside the chair were teeth stapled to the wall from some of the
most prominent people in town. He called them "paying customers"
If one looked closely enough at the dentistry tool...
You could swear he had jumper cables as one his instruments.
On the other side of this surprisingly large building was his other joy.
His ice cream shop. He had seven flavors.
Vanilla,Chocolate, Lime, Blueberry, Vodka and Purple lion.
The vanilla was the best bet.
You actually believe that it was... vanilla.
The chocolate was a flavor as yet unknown.
Most of the towns people believe that it was paint.
They also believed he was too stubborn to change it.
People still bought it.
The lime was used as an arsenic.
The blueberry was a pure blueberry mix coming from Grandma Tiller farm.
The two favorite flavor of the town being vodka and purple lion.
The purple lion was something Mr.Wells came up with.
There was a general hope in the town that his famed purple lion wouldn't
causing long term damage. The vodka flavor ice cream was vodka.
If you walked straight back there was two simple slots.
One for money. One for a photo...
It didn't even have to be a picture of you.
In four days you would have a brand new illegal visa.
Elle entered in Mr.Wells shop with the tiniest of noises.
Mr.Wells was unaware of his new visitor as he was fully immersed in scooping
a dish of blackberry goo. The goo fought the spoon to the bitter end.
Mr. Wells then made the most unfortunate of mistakes.
What this mistake? He looked up. He shouldn't be judge to harshly...
Wells took in the whole of her. His first reaction was to run.
Elle ever the unconscious fashion trend setter was pushing
the boarders of what the human eye could take in.
Elle's shoes if we can call them that
had the look of two lemon paper cups.
Her dress was a purple nightmare.
Indeed the color purple itself had issued a press statement saying
it was not to be associated with this color.
Elle's purse had at one point in its life been an animal... an ugly animal.
Describing her pursue would do no one any good, little children were
trying valiantly try to put quarters in the pursue as they were sure it would talk.
Elle hair was stylish as ever. Not a single flock of hair had deviated.
The eyes still as bright if not brighter.... absurdly bright.
She made only one movement with her hand as to draw his complete
attention she was the snake charmer and he was tonight's show.