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Lucy's Not Alive: Chapter 16. Lucy’s heart dropped. The sudden choking pressure in the room made her stomach turn. She fixed her eyes on the scene before her, wanting so much for everything to be okay. “What the fuck!” Kenneth stumbled back and hit his nightstand, as if the life was entirely torn from his person. The collision knocked down his lamp and sent the box spilling to the ground, the silver dollars rolled over the hardwood floor. “W—What—What the fuck” the boy has having trouble finding his speech. “Peter?” “Ken” The older boy responded, his voice so calm. “What is happening?” Kenneth wondered, through shaky lips. “Did I drink too much? Am I dreaming?” He put a palm to his forehead. “This can’t be real.” “Kenneth” Peter answered “I don’t have all the time I the world to explain this to you right now.” He stood before his younger brother, as
Lucy's Not Alive: Chapter 15. There, in the freshly turned up soil, sat a wooden box, with rusted copper clasps and a twin lion engraving on its top. The tiny padlock that had been used to hold it shut, was frail, and popped off with a small matter of twisting. Inside Lucy could see an action figure, two silver dollars, and a rot iron picture frame, that enclosed the wistful image of Kenneth and Peter holding up a fish they’d caught together. She wanted to reach out and touch it, but her fingers would have passed through the keepsake as if it wasn’t there, because for Lucy, it really wasn’t. She could only see things from the human realm that Peter touched, or if he touched her. It was his way of passing on his gift, if only through sight. Lucy was grateful though, for any little bit she got. She reluctantly pulled her sight from the mysterious box and focused instead on Peter. Lucy could have sworn she saw a tear catch in the corner of his wheat colored eye, which made her instantly want to
Lucy's Not Alive: Chapter 14.The sky turned in its slow viscous way, and the realm was cast in a plum colored light. Lucy ran her fingers over her scalp, and hummed quietly to herself. “You know” Lucy’s calm voice invaded the silence. “It would be so much easier if you could just talk to Kenneth. I mean I understand that you can’t, but, it’s just really annoying.” She rolled over, the soft blue grass bending under her small frame. “Can’t you write him a letter or something?” Peter’s lips spread into a smile, as if what Lucy said had been so adorably ignorant.“The only people I can speak to are those who are gifted, the kind of people you’d call ‘Medium’s. So even if I were to write him a message, it’d be lost in translation. We spirits have to operate in more abstract ways.” He cleared his throat as if approaching the most valuable part of his speech. “However, there is a little loophole I’ve told you
Lucy's Not Alive: Chapter 13. Growing up, Charlotte and Lucy were very close. They did nearly everything together. It wasn’t until Charlotte turned fourteen that their relationship really changed. Lucy had begun to drift away from Jane’s religious beliefs, and though they all still went to church, Lucy could feel something was missing. The world around her was bleak, and it reeked of compromise and greed. She knew, as young as eleven, that most people were full of shit, and the ones who weren’t, were just too stupid to lie. Her biggest regret in life was not finding a reason to be there. She wanted more than anything, to have a purpose. It didn’t seem right to Lucy, that everything should be so lonely. By the time she finally found something interesting enough to distract her, her walls were already falling apart. It was sometime during early morning when charlotte left the house. The last few trees had shed their coverings, and large polychromatic leaves littered the groun