Zac Woodard
RLA D
08/02/00

Writer Project:
~Myth~

The Origin of Thunder

As you may or may not know, under the surface of the earth lies a vast network of cities, towns, and roads. These complex networks have all of the same conveniences as the world above them, but there is one major difference. The underground cities are not occupied by humans, but by trolls. These trolls are quite contrary to the personalities they have been given in storybooks. In fact these trolls are not much different from us humans.
In a troll town located near London there was a very small concentration of upper class troll families. All of the families had kids and lived in large houses. One family, the Hendersons, lived in a house larger than the others. Bob Henderson was in fact the mayor of Trollville. The Hendersons had three children, Mark, who was 4, Isabelle who was 10, and James who was 13.
A favorite pastime of the children was playing outside. They would play games like tag and Cops & Robbers. One day they were outside with the other children from the neighborhood playing one of their favorite games, tag, when everything took a turn for the worse.
“ Tag, you’re it!” Isabelle shouted joyfully.
“Dang, you got me,” Mark responded.
As Mark walked over to the designated counting location he looked up and saw that the sky was a darker shade than normal, suggesting rain.
Rain, if you don’t know, is very deadly to trolls. It can kill them in half an hour. The physical effect of rain on a troll’s body is quite disgusting, but we won’t cover that subject.
“ One, Two, Three, four.,” Mark counted out loud.
BOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMM
“ Ahhhhhhhhhhh, it’s going to rain. Everyone inside now!” James shouted as loud as he could.
All of the trolls began screaming and running toward the tunnel that led to their homes in Trollville. This tunnel had an immensely strong door that would close whenever there was a threat to the well being of the town.
“Wait, don’t close the door yet, wait for me,” Mark pleaded.
As Mark was sprinting across the field, his feet slipped out from under him and caused him to do a face plant into a puddle. At this point the big door leading to the tunnel was just about to close when Isabelle realized that Mark was missing. She immediately ran over to the emergency stop button and pressed it, stopping the door.
Mark had just risen to his feet and was beginning to run when he saw his sister standing in the doorway calling to him.
“Hurry up Mark,” Isabelle screamed.
“I’m coming,” came Mark’s reply.
When Mark finally made it to the tunnel the door was allowed to close, securing everyone inside.
“Let’s go home, I think we’ve had enough excitement for one day,” James said. All of the children turned and headed back to their homes for dinner.
“I don’t feel so good,” Mark said.
“You’ll be ok, you jut need to get home,” came his sister’s reply.
When the kids stepped in the door their mother and father were pacing back and forth in the living room with worried looks on their faces.
“Where have you kids been?” enquired their mother.
“We were out side and it started to rain,” James replied.
“Mark fell and landed in a puddle,” Isabelle said.
“Oh my gosh, honey are you ok?” Mrs. Henderson said in a worried tone.
“Ya Mom, I’m ok,” was Mark’s reply.
“I think you need to see Doctor Miller,” His dad exclaimed.
“ If you say so,” Mark responded.
As the family made their way to their minivan Mark noticed that he was feeling light headed and disoriented. Before he made it to the car he passed out.
“Where am I,” Mark said groggily.
“You are in the hospital,” came a reply from somewhere in the distance.
“Hello son how are you feeling?” a male voice asked.
“I’m not feeling so great, I’m dizzy and feel like I’m going to throw up,” Mark said.
“Ok, I’ll be back to check on you in a minute,” the doctor replied.
The doctor left the room and made his way toward the waiting area. There he saw a group of four people, two kids and two parents, huddled together watching a re-run of Family Matters.
“Mr. And Mrs. Henderson, I’m doctor Miller. I’m afraid I have some bad news about your son,” The doctor said sadly.
“What is it doctor?” Mr. Henderson asked.
“It seems that your son has been affected by the water and it has shortened his life,” the doctor answered.
“How much has it shortened his life?” Mrs. Henderson asked.
“He only has about 15 minutes to live,” the doctor replied “Perhaps if we had gotten to him sooner we could have saved him.”
“Well can you save him now?” Mr. Henderson asked.
“I’m sorry sir, I’ve done everything I can,” was the doctor’s reply “If you wish you can go visit him now.”
In three minutes Mr. and Mrs. Henderson were in the room with their son.
“Hi honey, how are you feeling?” His mom asked.
“I’m ok I just feel…” those were the last words said by Mark Henderson
BOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMM the thunderclap sounded as if it happened right out side the window.
So remember, the next time there is thunder somewhere, somehow a troll has died.