This is one of my short stories, a friend on here, unknowingly gave me the beginning of this story and turns out that he loves it. I have decided to share it with everyone. Please, critic, examine, judge, ext. I am not a professional, but I love to write and receive helpful advise.
Faded Secrets
Ed sat quietly at the top of the center tower in his parents??? Victorian style house. He watched as the carriages passed by at the base of the dirt drive leading to the house. He softly sighed as he rose from his seat and descended down the stairs back down to the main floor. Ed???s eyes wandered the inner walls of the house. The once beautiful and graceful blue wallpaper, now, faded dearly from age and peeling away in odd places, like cheese off of a block. The carpets, once soft and graceful, now fraying like a beast used them to sharpen its claws. Ed slowly ventured through the halls, looking within the rooms, counting the cobwebs and listening to the soft humming cries from caught flies and other flying bugs. He came to a sudden stop, as his being meet face to face with a familiar door. Ed, hesitantly, reached a hand out to the old wooden door. Its hinges, showing many years of use, the doorknob almost formed to the perfect mold of a grown mans hand. He softly ran his hand over the door face, felling the splinters from many times a boy being thrown into the door, before being shoved down the horrid staircase, just past the door. Ed shivered from the memories of his father coming home drunk, and his mother being far away for work.
Forcing himself to shake such memory, he walked quietly into the parlor room. In the big old chair that his father loved oh so much, sat a body. As Ed got closer, he could see the ropes tied to the mans ankles, making the skin around the rope changing soft colors of blue and blacks. His wrists were shackled to the chair, the chains softly clinking as the man breathed. The man breathed in, trying to force air into his lungs, the difficulty and lack of strength could be heard with each breath. Ed walked to the front of the chair and looked down at the man. He was malnourished and looked like a bag of bones being held together with skin. His shirt, having been shredded, revealed skin, with scars and claw marks from small rodents. The man looked at Ed, with a plea for help but soon lost his strength and passed out for a second. Ed looked away from the man and walked to the front door. Out the front win
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