TreverandEmma

The Big City #9​ = = Genine was an ambitious, bright, and fearless young woman who was ready for a journey. This journey for Genine meant getting away from her small town rural community and moving to some place where there were tall, beautiful, never-ending buildings. Rather than just the drug store, local food-mart, and gas station that the small town held. She wanted to get away to a place where she could express her style of bright, funky colors opposed to her towns hit pattern, camouflage. Genine wanted to break free of the dull, quiet town and move somewhere that consisted of more than just one stop light. She was sick of knowing everything about everyone and wanted a fresh start. Growing up in this small town, instead of going hunting and mudding, Genine stayed in her room reading fashion magazines. The tasteful and bold fashion fascinated and inspired Genine. She would doggy-ear the pages with her most inspirable outfits and would interpret her own. Genine hoped to someday share her fashion with the world. Genine moved to New York with the inspiration of fashion. When she arrived and slid in her cab, she couldn’t get over how many people were roaming the streets. While stopped at a red light, Genine looked out her taxicab window at the traffic and a relieved, pleasant smile came across her face. She could no longer smell the cow manure; hear the tractor plowing on the one of many farms that filled the roadsides. Genine could no longer hear the roars of the monster trucks that roamed her town. All she could hear was the honking and yelling of the impatient drivers. She saw her never-ending buildings she imagined and the fashion stores like her magazines. A sense of anticipation ran over Genine. Never had Genine seen such perfection and beauty. She hoped to one day see her name on top of those buildings.

A small town


 * Once upon a time, there was a sad decrepit town known as Nowheresville. It was so small the its inhabitants consisted of only four families. **
 * The families are as follows: the Rinklestines, the Potjublies, the Sackwhatnots and the Boduzers. The towns’ only structures other then the homes were a school, a general store and a post office. Each of these was owned by one of the families. The Rinklestines ran the school. The Potjublies ran the general store. The Sackwhatnots ran the post office. The Boduzers were loners and secluded themselves into farming. None of the four families liked the other. Each of them had a bloody history with each other for about two hundred years. No one knows why the families hated each other. They just did. **
 * One windy, not so sunny day, a bone chilling wind swept through Nowheresville. The town’s people felt the cold bite at their bones and whip their faces. A terrible event was about to occur in the town. A young Sackwhatnot was on the way back from school when he realized that the night was going to be cold. The blankets his parents had were hard and itchy. Young Sackwhatnot was going to get himself a new blanket from old Potjublies general store. He walked in and got the blanket. He got halfway to the counter and realized that he had no money. He only gave it a moments thought, but he ran for it. This was a stab in the back for old Potjublie. That night when the young Sackwhatnot was about to go to sleep, he heard terrible screams coming from who he thought to be his mother. He ran downstairs only to find flames in the place of his front door. When he emerged from the back window he was taken, by a man he guessed to be his father, and drug to the safety of the woods. In the light of the fire he could see old Potjublie and his clan laughing as the house burned. **
 * That was not the only thing the fire revealed in the night. In the process of burning their house, the Potjublies also set the Boduzers crops on fire. A horde of angry Boduzers made its way toward the mob. At this, the Pojublies ran to the only safe place they could think of, the school. Awakened by the riot, the Rinklestines ran to the school to see if any damage had been done. Old Potjublie told them that the Sackwhatnots had set the Boduzers farm on fire and were set on burning the whole town. At this, the Potjublies and the Rinklestines prepared for the most epic battle the families had seen. The battle raged on for about seven hours. There was much bloodshed. The last people alive were the young Sackwhatnot, old Potjublie, and two unimportant people from the other two families who ended up killing each other. The young Sackwhatnot found the only weapon he could, a fence post, and drove it right where it counted. Being the only one to survive the query, the young Sackwhatnot ran away to start a new home. One week later, he found a nice clearing next to a giant tree. He called this discovery, Creedmoor. **
 * Well there you have it. The most exciting part of our towns history is that it was founded by a murderous freak. **