Tuesday, September 28, 2010

The Effects of Manifest Destiny

Once again, I saw Stef’s “Make It Up Monday” post and have decided to partake again. "Make It Up Monday" is an exercise in which she posts an image and readers are told to observe the image carefully and then write a caption, an explanation, or a story for it.

This was inspired by the likes of Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter and any and all Dracula movies set in yester-year. I’m starting to hate the teen-vampire thing, and because of the prolific-ness of vampires in young adult literature, I’ve come to really appreciate the older stuff again. And I'm really starting to think I'm just hard-wired for science fiction, seeing as both of these I've done have been of the sci-fi persuasion.

The Effects of Manifest Destiny

The four young children perched in and on top of the wagon would not realize what a hellish journey they had set out on until it was too late. Though the three boys had boisterously agreed to the adventure, the young girl, hardly capable of speech let alone coherent compliance, had simply giggled at the prospect of a cross-country, family, vampire-hunting journey.

When questioned as to why they had taken up the whirlwind of Manifest Destiny after vehemently refusing to leave the coast, each of them would sigh in response and then mutter how something had come up that required they leave home immediately. Most assumed the farm had taken a southerly turn. Few listened when they complained about vampires destroying their cattle. None believed them when they said they were going west to take out those who had preyed on their loved ones.

Though there was the occasional passer-by who gave them a look… A bright-eyed look veiled in a knowing shadow. Though no words were exchanged, often they’d get a tip of the hat or a happy nod from these folk. It should come as no surprise that the vast majority of these folk were spotted more often than not bearing pitchforks and playing with fire. No one knew if the family would be successful. No one knew if they would die in their convoluted efforts.

A week into the family’s journey, no one would ever hear of them again.

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