Stories from Inside the Melancholy Mind.
Published by Kelsey Nelson at Shakespir.
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By Kelsey Nelson
As small children, Adam and Blake played many games together; One their favorites were playing pirates. They spent the lazy afternoons of their childhood days searching for the infamous buried treasure. Their love for exploration brought them to where they are today, on a small pontoon boat in the middle of nowhere. Adam was hoping for the score of the century while Blake’s stomach churned anxiously.
“Have you heard the legends, Blake,” Adam spoke.
“They say that aliens once crashed in this ocean.”
“That doesn’t make me feel any better, Adam.”
Waves crashed against the sides of the boat as it fought its way through the large waves. The closer the two grew to the coordination the more Adam’s smile grew. Locals of the small town told him about the legend of the alien’s ship wrecked UFO. Determined, he had to find it. He could see himself rolling in the millions from all the fat cats wanting to get their hands on the extra-terrestrial treasures.
Blake didn’t share the same feelings. After hearing the story from the locals, a shiver went down his spine. This was a suicide mission. He had heard about the crazy people from the news now locked in padded rooms. No one would ever believe them even if they brought evidence back. He only found himself here to protect his stupid best friend.
“Are you ready?” Adam asked.
“No. Something is telling me that this is a horrible idea,” Blake replied.
“Don’t be such a wet blanket.”
The two jumped from the mast of the small boat into the dark ocean below.
Adam shined his flashlight across the surface of the water. It glimmered off the metal of the object below. The closer the two found themselves to the object, the more Blake couldn’t shake the weighted feeling from his chest. Adam glided across the water straight towards the object with no fear, he knew that this was his big break. After prying the entrance open, Adam slid through the narrow opening.
The room was lit by Adam’s flashlight’s reflection hitting the solid gold walls. This was a dream come true. He tore off the flakes and stuffed them into the bag on his side. He was so blinded by his greed he didn’t take notice of the unknown presence in the dark room. The watching eyes found themselves enamored by the brave-yet-stupid human. Its stomach churned with impatience, it reached out for the unsuspecting human.
Blake’s mouth dropped in horror as a dark mass pulled his friend deep into the undertow. He took off towards the surface. He should have trusted his instinct and never followed Adam into the dark abyss. They were no longer children; they should have given up their dreams long ago. He blamed himself as the burning pain pumped into his lungs as his mouth breather lay on the ocean floor.
The two never returned to the surface. The search parties only found the empty boat abandoned in the ocean. Not a soul ever returned to find the UFO because the town now has a new legend about the two young men that went looking and disappeared without a trace.
by Kelsey Nelson
Riley can remember the first time she ever saw his 1967 Impala sitting in front of her house. Adam sat on the hood, grinning ear to ear as a waved his driver’s license in the air. The two celebrated by taking a joy ride out to the lake. Riley’s head perched on his shoulder as they listened to the old Righteous Brothers’ 8-track that was stuck in the broken radio. This was only the first of their adventures.
The sound of the loud exhaust is the sound that always brought Riley the most comfort. It was a sound you could hear for miles. She can still hear it from the rainy night, she was abandoned by her prom date in the middle of nowhere. She cried as Adam draped the jacket of his suit across her shoulders and held in close as the lied in the backseat. That night was the first time Adam told Riley they way her truly felt about her.
Riley ran her fingers over the small scruff in the seat as she bit back a somber smile. It was the day the found Daisy, their Beagle puppy. Adam found her crying on the side of the road outside of town. She dug her tiny claws into the old leather in fear when he started the car. Riley rubbed her belly until she finally arrived at her new home.
She ran her finger over the small photograph resting beside the speedometer. They had taken it at the summer carnival. Adam had convinced one of the ride operators to stop the Ferris wheel at the top. He pulled out a ring and asked her to marry him. Riley put her head down on the steering wheel, wiping away her fallen tears.
Riley pushed herself back in the seat and looked out the open window. The last time she had been in the driver’s seat was when she had dropped Adam off the airport. He was called for deployment to Iraq. He smiled back to her as he boarded his plane, but he could no longer smile at her.
She looked to the passenger seat to see the urn of Adam’s ashes and the envelope with a letter addressed to her with his final request. With a twist of her wrist, she started the old car. She put the car in drive and they took off together on their last joyride. The sound of the old 8 track play softly though out the car.
Riley never imaged that things would turn out this way. Sitting in Adam’s old Impala brought back all the memories that they had together. She will always love Adam, no matter what happens. She stopped the car in the middle of the old highway. She placed a kiss on the urn, as she held it in her hands. She twisted open the cap. The engine roared to life, as the gears shifted. At 100 miles an hour she poured her fiancée’s ashes out the window.
This was the final goodbye. Riley’s heart was barely beating without Adam, but she knew that things would be alright. If she ever needed a reminder, there was always the old Impala.
By Kelsey Nelson
As a child you aren’t told everything. There is a small part of the story that is kept is dark to protect the inner workings of your fragile mind. Our curiosity was silenced by a filtered truth to end our endless questioning of life. I have understood this since my early childhood days, the moment I witness the truth behind my parent’s crumbling marriage.
When I was young, I loved to play hide and seek. I was the best due to my small stature; My favorite spot was to hide was under the small trundle bed in my parents’ bedroom. My older sister let out a piercing scream as I ran to hide; I knew she would be angry after finding the earthworms in her bed. Tucked under the bed, I muffled my giggles with my hands. A loud bang echoed throughout the room as two sets of feet entered.
“You can’t be here. My daughters are home.”
It was my mother.
“I couldn’t stay away.”
My insides churned as the deep voice resonated. This voice was unfamiliar, along with the strange sounds that followed. With a small push of my feet, I inched myself closer to the edge to have a better look. My mother’s dainty arms wrapped around a man’s neck as she leaned forward to place a kiss on his lips. It was just like she has always done with my father.
Except this man isn’t my father.
Why is this happening? I don’t understand why are you doing this Mommy?
I remained still, horrified as I faced the truth behind my mother’s acting. As my father went to work and my sister and I attended school, this man occupied her time. Her sadness and loneliness as my father left for weeks at time, had led her to find a replacement. I understood that I should not have seen this; I uncovered the secret that my mother had buried deep within her very own mountain of lies.
I was a foolish child, whom she wrapped tight in a cotton blanket, blinding me from the true nature of her misguided heart. Divided between the two who gave me life, I bared more weight than my fragile heart could take. As the silence captivated the room, I curled into myself and cried alone. The pain and the burden I felt never faded.
As the years passed, I watched my mother continue to greet my father the same she had greeted the stranger. He smiled in naivety, just as I once had. From the outside you only saw a loving family, but I saw the truth. I was free from the haze of the cotton blanket that had protected my once warm heart. Becoming the only problem, the embodiment of teenage angst, I had become cold. Not a soul could figure out why or understand why I let myself be blamed for everything. I did it to protect the ones I loved most.
Stay warm under that cotton blanket of yours, it’s cold without it.
Kelsey Nelson is a fiction writer, who focuses on drama, romance and angst. She holds a BMA in Creative Writing from Full Sail University. When she isn’t slaving away over a keyboard, you will find her at home lounging around in animal onesies with her furry children, Keiko and Tobi. You can visit her at .
Author Kelsey Nelson announces the publishing of her new book, Stories from Inside the Melancholy Mind, at Smashwords. Stories from Inside the Melancholy Mind is a compilation of flash fiction pieces focusing on dramatics. What Lies Beneath tells the story of childhood best friends and modern day treasure hunters, Adam and Blake, and their quest of the latest treasure. What will happen to the finds when their adventure goes sour? 1967 Impala follows the story Riley reliving her memories of the past and mourning the loss of the desired future. Can she come to terms with the hand life as dealt her? Never the Whole Truth bares the burden of a child who discovers her motherâ€™s dark secret. Will she come clean with the truth or live with the lie?