Weekly Writing Challenges: From Mundane to Meaningful

 

I slipped on my flip flops and made my way to the mailbox. Bills…bills…bills, wonderful. Just as I was heading back, a glimmer caught my eye. A massive spider web was being created behind my mailbox. My first instinct was to screech, ewww! I found a stick and had every intention of ridding my yard of that creepy crawly critter.  I stopped. The intricate details of his web impeded my initial thought. I could just image all the hard work that was involved in such beautiful artwork. A new characteristic could be discovered by adjusting my viewpoint. The sun rays bounced off the almost translucent webbing. A glimpse of his life rushed over me. This fascinating maze served a purpose. It provided him a home, a feeding ground and a place to belong. Who am I to destroy his life? Chances are…he eats the bugs that annoy me. I carried my mail inside finding myself completely content with my new neighbor.

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Gublerland

***This is my imagination in overdrive, creating what my ideal of Gublerland is. Merely a fan.fiction.  Matthew Gray Gubler is the actual owner and creator of http://www.matthewgraygubler.com which is the only true website for Gublerland.

Matthew Gray Gubler=Mara and Rath Relbug
Mara ~ 1st two letters 1st name + middle two letters middle name
Rath~ middle two letters middle name + middle two letters 1st name
Relbug~ (Gubler backwards)

“Come on, Mara! It’s time to go to Memaw and Pappy’s.” Rath screamed as he darted down the hall.

Mara had been dreading the days leading up to the here and now. She didn’t want to leave the sounds of the city. The sirens and horns were melodic. People screaming at one another would peak her interest. Visual enjoyment came from towering buildings, swinging stoplights, trash blowing down the street, neon signs blinking at local businesses, and traffic in every direction. This was life. The only way she knew it could exist. Her best friend, Abby, was always at her side. Who would she spend her time with? She needs the noise to play on her ear drums so that she can concentrate. What would she do with peace and quiet? Her parents only mentioned that it would be a nice visit with her grandparents. When would she come back to reality? Every day she climbed into her window seat, admired the city and would lose herself in thought. Where would she sit and think? This summer’s get-away seemed pointless. Why would her parents make her trade this comfortable life for the country? She had never spent more than a weekend away from home. How was she going to find a moment to be happy?

Her bedroom door flew open.

“Mom said now!” Rath blurted out and slammed the door just as quickly as it opened.

Reluctantly, Mara made her way into the living room. “Let’s go ruin my life.” Her Mom smiled at her Dad. The car engine fired up and with that, Mara was lost in music and Rath started doodling away in his sketch book. Rath loved to draw. The lines of his drawings took on peculiar forms as the car bumped and turned along the road. These were some of his favorite monsters, as of yet. It was a long drive from New York City to Greensburg, KY. Thirteen hours later, they arrived at their Grandparents farm. The evening had begun to settle so there wasn’t any time to explore. They were greeted with shrills of laughter, hugs and kisses. It was somewhat overwhelming combined with the extensive howls of two lazy hounds on the porch. It seemed like an eternity before the Grandparents led the kids to their rooms. It was an old two-story farmhouse with obscure etchings along the wall borders and stairs banister. There were three bedrooms and a full bath on the second floor. Mara chose her Mothers old room. She was going to make several changes if she had to endure this for any length of time. Rath ran into a room and jumped on the bed. Great bounce and plenty of head room for a few long jumps. That was his only requirement. Their parents said good night and headed off to bed.

Mara stood at the foot of the bed. She slept on a daybed at home. The space was limited in their city flat. This bed was massive and tall. She walked beside it and gave a generous jump to get up on it. She laid back and stretched out. It felt really good. The ceiling was cluttered with glow in the dark stars. The walls were a faint dark blue. Obviously, her Mother wanted to feel as though she were outside. The house was heated by a wood stove. The scent of smoky cedar wafted throughout the house. There were so many sounds. Many were unfamiliar to her. As she tried to identify each sound, she was lulled to sleep. Rath continued to check out every nook in his room. He discovered a train track and pieces underneath the bed. It connected together in a way that ran it all around the room missing furniture pieces and ran under the bed, using it as a tunnel. Rath thought the track was designed for that particular bedroom and wondered why. After a few rounds, he shut it down and climbed into bed.

The sun was scarcely shining as the rooster called out the day. Mara yawned, stretched and sat up. Yum. What was that smell? She hopped over the edge of the bed and rushed downstairs. Memaw was buzzing around the kitchen so quickly that Mara just stopped and watched in amazement. There was a crock pot on the counter brewing some smoky bacon grits. She whisked a skillet filled with fluffy eggs and flipped over thick maple cured bacon slices in another skillet. She glanced over her shoulder at Mara and barked “don’t just stand there, make yourself useful young lady. Set the table and go holler for your folks.” She grabbed the stack of plates on the counter and laid them out neatly on the table. She tossed down napkins and silverware then ran upstairs. Her parents were packing their things up.

“You’re leaving already?” Mara said with mild aggravation. “Where are you going? Why all the secrecy? How long are we staying here? Why can’t…”

Her Dad interrupted, “Take it easy. We’ll sit down after breakfast and give you the details. Memaw gets angry if were not there when food hits the table.” With the feeling of defeat, Mara spun around and sulked as she made her way to the kitchen.

“Hold your head up child. Show some pride.” Memaw gave her a hip bump and a smile. Mara couldn’t hold back and let out a giggle, “oh, Memaw!”

Pappy and Rath were already at the table. The rest of the family joined them and began to pass around the food. There was an awkward silence so Pappy chimed in to lighten the air. “The boy and I collected a lot of eggs. I believe we should make a run into town.”
“You should do that right after we leave, Dad. You can introduce the kids to some people in town and show them around.” She made eye contact with each of her children. Rath smiled and shoved eggs in his mouth. Mara glared and sighed in disgust.

After breakfast, Mara was eager to help clean up. She had questions that needed answers and that wouldn’t happen until everyone sat down. They all gathered into the living room. Their Dad was a mastermind at contract deals and negotiating reasonable terms. Their Mom was a fashion designer and just steps away from being the top in the industry. Mom started the conversation.

“We were asked to create a fashion show from the ground up. This is a wonderful opportunity. My designs will be worn during the show so I’ll spend several hours perfecting the outfits. Your father has to scout locations and models. He will be pulling overnighters to draw up contracts and ensure the construction goes well. It’s in California. We can’t, in good conscience, have you two spending that amount of time alone in an unfamiliar city. We felt that spending the summer here would be better for you.”

“The whole summer?” Mara exclaimed.

“Yes.”

Mara ran outside. Rath didn’t seem to mind the situation. He was fascinated with all the farm animals and the chance to run free. Their parents had to get on the road. They had a week to reach California and get settled. They said their goodbyes and parted ways. As they drove to town, the kids took in there surroundings. There was a lot of open land and few houses scattered about. It was just a matter of minutes before they reached town. Every shop was locally owned. There weren’t any signs of corporations and franchises. The town was quaint and friendly. People smiled and waved. There was a barber shop, bakery, hardware store, meat market, veggie stands and a few restaurants on main street. Pappy parked the old pick up and grabbed the eggs. “Come on, boy, let’s go make some money.” Memaw motioned for Mara to follow her and quickly disappeared into the “Tea Cup.” The aroma was fantastic as Mara entered the shop. The walls were lined with a variety of tea and coffee choices. Memaw already had her selection and was at the register. She introduced her granddaughter to the shop owner, made her purchase and hurried out the door. They crossed the street and entered the bakery. Papaw sold the eggs and was picking out biscuits and other bread items. After a short drive through town, they headed back to the farm. Mara was ready to explore. She received a stern lecture about staying out of danger and to be at the dinner table when food was on because it would not wait for her. After the food was put away, kitchen was closed. She nodded her head in acknowledgement and set out to find a piece of mind. Two hours later, Mara figured out there are corn fields, a creek, several farm animals and a whole lot of emptiness. She cleaned up for lunch and enjoyed the home cooked meal. Neither of her parents like to cook. Most of their food options came from restaurants. So, this was a nice change. The rest of the evening was uneventful. The grandparents went to bed at 8:30. Mara and Rath watched tv and then went to bed. The next day was a repeat, for the most part, until the evening. During dinner, a storm was rolling in. The grandparents went to bed, once again, at 8:30 and the kids played a board game in Rath’s room. A short time passed, when they heard movement in the attic. They called to their grandparents with no response. They stepped into the hallway and noticed the access door. Mara pulled the cord and stairs slid down. Rath rushed right up. He was definitely a boy, curious for adventure and didn’t fear a whole lot. They looked around the attic and found some great treasures. There were awesome vintage toys, beautiful gowns, furniture full of history and a peculiar mirror hanging on the furthest wall. As they moved in for a closer look, a raccoon leaped toward them. They screamed then began to laugh. The source of the thumps. They collected themselves and made their way to the mirror. The frame was made of antique white washed wood with the same etchings that were displayed throughout the house. Immediately, they were dumbfounded by the reflections. Mara was holding a staff with her head on it and her new face appeared creature like. Rath took on a monster form with a gigantic head.

*The drawing is a replica of Matthew Gray Gubler’s art. I do not own rights to the image. Visit http://www.matthewgraygubler.com to view the original.