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Challenge of the Month XLI
Begin a story or poem about your first memory, but write it in the style of a Tarantino or Charlie Kaufman screenplay. Where it goes from there, use any style you want. Open the belly, bleed on the page. Winner gets 100 big ones. Go.
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Late Night “Party”

9 pm. Family sitting around enjoying each others company. The light from the day has disappeared and the stars are out shinning upon my rustic farm house. My heart beating to the rhythm of the conversation as we pass jokes along in a joyous manner. My two youngest brothers asleep for the night, all tucked into their cosy beds with the sound of laughter rising throughout the hall ways. Light peaking underneath their doors from the hallway light and their glow in the dark stars easing the petrifying darkness. My older brother cracks a joke about our country's leader and little me struggles to understand the humour. My younger brother has awaken from his slumber and has made his way to the top of the stairs. Struggling to adjust his eyes to the light, he missed placed his footing and his head leans back to see the tiled ceiling. The moss green carpet not breaking his fall, he slides down the entire stair case, his back and head hitting every single gruesome step. The thumps and shrieking making its way into the living room, my parents rush to see what the problem is. My older brother and I stare at each other confused and waiting for the cue to come assist in the situation. My father comes in, brother in arms, and lays him on the couch. I run to the freezer to grab an ice pack and my older brother grabs a soft pillow to put under his head. My youngest brother still fast asleep in his room, not even stirring. My father proceeds to ask the standard questions, what is your name, where does it hurt the most, and asks what happened to cause such a ruckus. My brother answers each question hesitantly and explains he just wanted to come down and join the "party". Everyone laughs at that answer and my mother makes sure he is alright. We finish off the night by playing a round of uno and then went up to bed to try to get some sleep after a night of laughing and shock. I lay down on my cosy bed, looking up at the ceiling wondering what we were going to do at school the next day. My big teddy bear tucked into my arms and my night light projecting a blue radiance that covered my room. My eye lids getting heavier until I am fast asleep, resting for the next day ahead.