Childish Series: Izzy and the Neighborhood.

House On the Hill - City of Ventura, California by Rockin Robin

House On the Hill – City of Ventura, California by Rockin Robin

“There are somethings that go bump in the night, some of them wriggle and some of them bite.” Click. Her mother had entered the room moments ago, and as quick as a hare she turned off the t.v, and Izzy was left staring at the off black screen.
“That’s enough t.v for tonight little lady, I don’t need you having nightmares.” she said with her bony hand on her hip. Their tiny little neighborhood had gone to bed, and that meant that they should too. They had just moved here, but Izzy quickly noticed that the night had a strange effect on this place and its people–would simply turn off and kind of hide when the sun withdrew. Little Izzy was always curious, and full of restless interest  about everything around her living and dead alike.  Her latest investigation was her new home town, Windswept Renieer, she has been slowly making her way around on her bike. This perturbed her mother. Since Izzy was always poking something, with the scraggly little stick she carried with her in a book-bag.  her mother believed this would lead to misinterpretations by nosy adults. Izzy began by poking it and then taking a picture of whatever sad subject lay beneath her stick, all for her collection, which was more like an anthropological en devour. Her mother prayed that this phase of behavior would pass, but it only grew more bothersome with age…


Childish Series. Look and Listen

It seemed like a joke that she was left out of, that everyone else knew and could laugh about now. She grew more anxious around the adults in her life, they were full more answers than questions. Everything and everyone was questionable to her, being the shortest kid in her third grade class made her this way. She could hear everything, people would just talk endlessly in front of her, as if she were an ignorant baby. The thoughtlessness of the people she encountered, and now spied upon, were bizarre on all accounts to the young girl.The jokes were the most insufferable,  they made no sense. While sitting on the staircase listening to the adults yap away she, began to notice the small lies that her mother would tell to her girlfriends–nothing she said rang true in Remy’s mind.