The Sinking House (standard:other, 2218 words)
Author: the guitarist	Added: Mar 02 2007	Views/Reads: 3656/2000	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
In "The Sinking House" a young man goes from being left in New Orleans by his girlfriend, to a house in the swamp that is slowly sinking. He becomes a prisoner inside this house because of a Voodoo love curse. It's quite funny really.

The morning sunlight seeped into the window of Nathan's apartment.  He
awoke as the beams of sunlight hit his face.  He woke up feeling 
excited.  He was going to New Orleans.  He had his stuff packed from 
the night before, and he was ready to load everything into the car and 
head out.  Once everything of his was in the car, he drove over to his 
girlfriend, Suzanne's, house.  He knocked on her door, and she answered 
it within a few seconds.  She gave him a kiss, and he proceeded to help 
her load her bags into his car.  Once everything of hers was in the 
car, they headed off and they were on their way to New Orleans.  It was 
a long way to New Orleans from where they lived in Wisconsin.  The 
drive would take all day to complete.  The reason they were going to 
New Orleans was that Mardi Gras was in a few days, and they wanted to 
be a part of one of the biggest parties of all time.  "You looking 
forward to going to Mardi Gras?", Nathan asked Suzanne with a smile.  
"You can bet you're ass I am", she repied back to him smiling.  Nathan 
and Suzanne had been together for two years, and Nathan wasn't really 
worried about asking her to marry him yet, because he was just having 
fun dating her.  Suzanne, on the other hand, was waiting for the moment 
that he would propose to her, and she was beginning to get very 
impatient with him.  It took them a while, but they finally reached New 
Orleans.  When they arrived he found a motel room and rented it for a 
week.  New Orleans seemed to be a very romantic place, and it seemed as 
if they were much happier together.  They walked through the French 
Quarter of New Orleans and checked out the shops and restaurants.  
Mardi Gras was drawing near, and they were both excited.  When Mardi 
Gras began, everything was great, but as the festivities went on things 
started to go sour.  Suzanne was drinking lots of tequila, and when it 
came time for beads to be thrown from the parade floats and balconies, 
she wasn't hesitant to lift up her shirt and flash the crowd.  Nathan 
was getting very pissed off at Suzanne, and he told her several times 
to settle down.  "Why are you being such a dick?", she asked him in a 
mad voice.  "You're over here being a fucking whore, and just flashing 
anyone that will give you beads", he yelled back at her.  "If you keep 
acting like a fucking jerk,  I'll fuck anyone that gives me beads." she 
yelled back at him.  Nathan was really mad, and he didn't want to say 
anything else.  A few minutes later a young frenchman had heard 
Suzanne's remark  "Madame?", the frenchman asked her, "Would you like a 
pair of silver beads?"   Her eyes lit up like Christmas tree lights, 
and she replied,  "Hell yeah.  Do you want to go into the alley way, 
and have sex?"  Nathan heard her, and he got really mad.  "I thought 
you loved me?" he yelled at her.  "Not anymore you fucking jerk." she 
yelled back .  Nathan got really pissed off and began to walk away.  He 
walked down Bourbon Street, and started punching walls and street 
signs.  His hands were bloody, and he was sort of drunk.  He began to 
cry, and he walked around the French Quarter for an hour.  He went to 
find his car, but when he got there, he saw that the car was gone, and 
he had forgotten that he left his keys with Suzanne.  Where his car was 
once parked lay a note that she left behind.  He picked up the note and 
it read as follows: 

Dear Nathan, 

I fucking hate you.  I realize now that you were never the one for me. 
You didn't seem to want to commit to me, so I found someone else.  I've 
already fucked him, and he is much better in bed than you ever were.  
I'm sorry I had to take your car, but I had to find a way to get back 
home.  Oh, and by the way, his name is Jean-Louis, and he said that if 
he has to, he will beat your ass.  Well, have fun trying to get home, 
because I don't think you'll be able to get there.  Well, have a nice 
life asshole.  I hope you rot in hell, you son of a bitch. 

He began to cry even more after he read the letter, and he thought about
killing himself, because he didn't know how he was going to get home, 
and he lost the girl he had cared about for two years.  He found a bar, 
and went to a table and sat down.  A beautiful young brunette with eyes 
of sky blue saw him with his bleeding knuckles, and tears running down 
his face.  "What's wrong?", she asked him.  "My girlfriend left me for 
some French fucker that gave her a pair of silver beads."  "That sounds 
terrible." she said to him in shock.  He continued on with, "And the 
sad part is that the beads were really plastic, but she didn't care."  
She looked at him and said, "Well, it seems to me she's nothing more 
than a whore."  He began drinking, and pretty soon details began to 
seem blurry, and before he knew it, he blacked out and saw nothing.  
When he awoke, he found himself not in the streets of the French 
Quarter of New Orleans, but in front of a house surrounded by swamp 


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