If anyone wants to join me... here is the "inspiration" photo for the next entry.

Ready (Long time, no write.)

I've been wondering about this project for awhile. I kind of want to start it up again. New story. Anybody want to?

She took a seat on the blue bench. The world around her kept moving, kept living, and she was still. She never did like boats, or being on the water for that matter, but today was different. Today, it wasn't so bad. You see, because even though she was still, she knew she could move if she wanted to. She had forgotten that for the longest time.

The ferry had come to the other side and she took her place in the crowded line, but she was ready. Ready for what? She didn't even know. No one did. At least not yet.

Thanks for the Memories

Ella sat in her car wondering what to do next. She really had no where to go, no one to see, nothing to do. She picked up her keys and put them in the ignition. She slammed the gas pedal and speeded down the highway. Her car needed cleaning, so did her clothes. In fact her whole life needed cleaning. She glanced around her car taking note of each object representing each of the painful memories that shaped her life. Then her eyes landed on it. It. The thing that had sent her life spiraling downward. The feeder. Oh how she hated it. Then without warning the memories came flooding back.

It was four years ago. She yanked the feeder from its hanger and sped off in her nice bmw. She glanced at her rearview window and saw a single tear in hr grandfather's eye. She drove faster. When she got to her house there was a messag. Her grandfather had died. Commited suicide. She thought it was no real loss he was going to die soon anyway. Then her parents came home.

No, she won't o down that lane. She parked the car in front of a denny's and lit a cigarette. She was alone except for another guy. He was dressed oddly, even for Hollywood. He sauntered over asking for a light. She gave him one and hoped he would then leave. Instead the guy introduced himself. He said his name was Shaw or something like that. Ella looked at him and told him her name. Shaw didn't respond. When she was done with her cigarette she hopped back into her car. Shaw followed and sat in the passenger seat. "I know something's wrong" he said, "And I am here to help."

Isn't Jackson Puuurty?

Thought I'd try and throw you guys off a bit...Now someone has to create a new character! Bwahahahahaaha!!!! I challenge to try and incorporate Mr. Jackson Pollis (the actually not that attractive but still really awesome drummer of the indie band Frankpollis-- obviously he doesn't have to be Jackson, but I thought it'd fun since he's really...uh...unique looking) into your post! Oh, and go listen to their stuff in MySpace, it's actually pretty good, unlike a lot of MySpace bands... Sorry this is sooo long, but I misses you guys and this induces random bouts of rambling...

Ella

Ella looked up at the bird feeder, her brown eyes sharp. It was empty, bereft of both fowl and theiving squirrel. In many ways, it was like Ella. In it's time it was once a thriving little cafe for birds, but now it was naught bu t a desolate blight on the porch. Much like Ella had once been happy, but now only seemed to be burden upon her family.

"Ah, the feeder," wheezed her grandfather from behind. "I remember you used to love that thing when you were a little girl." Ella was startled. Wasn't Grandpa supposed to be back home? He never came to this house anymore not since...

"You know, when you grandmother died the birds stopped coming. It was a sad day. You stayed out here for hours into the night, waiting for the birds to come back."

Ella narrowed her eyes, refusing to let the old man soften her with his words.

"Yeah, well it's a piece of junk now." She pushed it, watching it swing.

Her grandfather sighed, hobbling back into the house. He'd been different since that friend of his had died. Ella wondered why. Grandpa had through so many phases it was hard to count. Before grandma died he was always happy, if a bit strict. When Ella turned eleven, Grandma passed and her grandfather became cold and callous. Now, after the death of what Ella guessed must've been a dear friend, Granpa was suddenly spouting off cryptic sayings and such.

It pissed her off. A lot.

Ella stole one last angry glance at the bird feeder before ripping down and running to her car. She threw it in, not caring it the seed got everywhere.

Even today, Ella could never say why she stole the feeder. But she likes to think it was the beginning of something better.

{The old man thing had me baffled and I didn't know how I was going to continue the story...So, I pulled a Ficlet and added another character! If it's too long, let me know!}

The Feeders