Post by THE BUILDERS on Aug 28, 2009 0:49:46 GMT -7
This site is basically loose in the plot area. You can create your own stories and etc. This plot here is just to give you some background to the whole town and to help you along if you want to create some interesting plots.
Browne is a name that came all the way over to America on the Mayflower all those many many years ago. Eventually, a branch of the Browne family settled in the state of Georgia, near the shore. They built their very own house on the ideal place. There was a hill of grass that over-looked a cliff, which led to the Atlantic Ocean. For a while, they were supreme over that small piece of territory, but eventually more people moved into the area. As time went on, a system of government was set up, and a Mayor was chosen. In any case, the town had been growing, and the territory had become a small city rather than a simple piece of land.
The rest of this historical tale of the city belongs in its own place, but there is much more to Sunflower Hill.
Sunflower Hill did not receive its name for quite a long while. This is because the sunflowers were not always on the hill. Instead, it had been blank, a field of green, until the Brownes arrived. One day when the patriarch of the family went into town, he found a packet of sunflower seed in the market. It was the only packet, and he knew that his wife would love to have a garden on the hill. They couldn't afford much at that time, so one packet was all he could afford, and really, he should not have spent his money on that either.
Upon his arrival, his wife came to meet him on the front porch. When he showed her the seeds, she only smiled and thanked him. To show her real appreciation, she spent the next few hours digging holes. When she grew tired, her husband came out and finished the rest, laying the seeds in to the ground himself, covering them, watering them and making certain that all of the weeds were picked.
Though it was but one packet, and the statistics of every seed growing a flower was slim, the seeds produced some very pretty flowers, every one of them growing properly. That spring was long, and the wind was rushing by at almost every hour, out toward the sea. This spread the seeds produced by the young, but dandy flowers. Seeds landed on almost every part of the hill, burying themselves into the earth. No more sunflowers grew that spring. As nature took it's course, and the other flowers in the town began shrinking, the sunflowers did not. They grew pale, but they did not die.
The next spring came, and the next, and many years after that, the flowers lived, and spread, and grew to a point they practically covered the hill. It began to look like a green and yellow spotted hill, which was pretty, but some members of town thought it was ridiculous. The effect of the flowers surviving all year round had worn and soon the people just became tired of the yard. They never told the Browne family, of course, and whenever they were on the land, they commented on how beautiful it always was. Webster's Corner was a town, but even more, a family, and no one wanted to offend the others. It was just how it worked then, and now.
It was through the relentless care of the Browne family that the flowers stayed so healthy. What they did not realize was that after a while, caring for the flowers was not necessary. They still found beauty in it for the longest time, up until ten years ago in 1998.
In 1970, Edward Bernard Browne was born. His mother and father both died in a boating accident when he was only twenty, and yes, it was heartbreaking, but he had found the one woman who could help him move on. The house on Sunflower Hill was given to him to preserve and live in as his ancestors. Just like his fathers before him, he did whatever he could to keep the sunflowers well. It was at age twenty, however, that he had his first daughter, and their big family began there. Eight years later, their last child was born. Alaska Browne was celebrated as the rest, but before she could come to know her father, he had died. At age 28, just three months after Alaska's birth, Edward was crushed by a horse. If it sounds harsh, that's because it was. He was the only one in the farm land at the time, and while taking a horse out to train, he went behind it to look at its hoof. It had been walking funny. When Edward lifted the leg, the horse was unexpectedly spooked, and as said before, crushed the man to the point of strangulation.
When the family heard, it took them all about a week to be able to sit down and talk. The flowers had been neglected, but they still stood, healthy as ever. The night they finally sat down, the Browne family decided that it was time to leave the Browne legacy and move. It sickened them to remain in the same house that their father was supposed to return to every night. The windows open, the conversation carried out, over the hill, and crying was to be heard as well.
Somehow, something went wrong. Every time the family began packing, moving boxes, the boxes would break right through. Switching over to plastic bins after several frustrating incidents, they found that plastic could not hold its own either. After many different trials of how to move things, and failed calls to schedule movers and a moving van, the family gave up. And when they finally gave up, the sunflowers grew higher, attaching themselves to the sides of the house.
After that, the townspeople, even those ready to go to University did not seem to want to leave. The people of Webster's Corner began looking down on the visitors that came through. They began disliking the areas beyond them, and it was almost as if they were afraid to move away, to even leave the town. That next year, an earthquake came to the town. Nothing was destroyed, and the people were not hurt, but when they went to the edge of their town to see if anyone else had felt it, they found their town, separated by a river. They checked every edge, and from every side they were cut off, but they were not bothered. No, they were happy about it.
Sunflowers are not just flowers, not when they are on Sunflower Hill.
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Browne is a name that came all the way over to America on the Mayflower all those many many years ago. Eventually, a branch of the Browne family settled in the state of Georgia, near the shore. They built their very own house on the ideal place. There was a hill of grass that over-looked a cliff, which led to the Atlantic Ocean. For a while, they were supreme over that small piece of territory, but eventually more people moved into the area. As time went on, a system of government was set up, and a Mayor was chosen. In any case, the town had been growing, and the territory had become a small city rather than a simple piece of land.
The rest of this historical tale of the city belongs in its own place, but there is much more to Sunflower Hill.
Sunflower Hill did not receive its name for quite a long while. This is because the sunflowers were not always on the hill. Instead, it had been blank, a field of green, until the Brownes arrived. One day when the patriarch of the family went into town, he found a packet of sunflower seed in the market. It was the only packet, and he knew that his wife would love to have a garden on the hill. They couldn't afford much at that time, so one packet was all he could afford, and really, he should not have spent his money on that either.
Upon his arrival, his wife came to meet him on the front porch. When he showed her the seeds, she only smiled and thanked him. To show her real appreciation, she spent the next few hours digging holes. When she grew tired, her husband came out and finished the rest, laying the seeds in to the ground himself, covering them, watering them and making certain that all of the weeds were picked.
Though it was but one packet, and the statistics of every seed growing a flower was slim, the seeds produced some very pretty flowers, every one of them growing properly. That spring was long, and the wind was rushing by at almost every hour, out toward the sea. This spread the seeds produced by the young, but dandy flowers. Seeds landed on almost every part of the hill, burying themselves into the earth. No more sunflowers grew that spring. As nature took it's course, and the other flowers in the town began shrinking, the sunflowers did not. They grew pale, but they did not die.
The next spring came, and the next, and many years after that, the flowers lived, and spread, and grew to a point they practically covered the hill. It began to look like a green and yellow spotted hill, which was pretty, but some members of town thought it was ridiculous. The effect of the flowers surviving all year round had worn and soon the people just became tired of the yard. They never told the Browne family, of course, and whenever they were on the land, they commented on how beautiful it always was. Webster's Corner was a town, but even more, a family, and no one wanted to offend the others. It was just how it worked then, and now.
It was through the relentless care of the Browne family that the flowers stayed so healthy. What they did not realize was that after a while, caring for the flowers was not necessary. They still found beauty in it for the longest time, up until ten years ago in 1998.
In 1970, Edward Bernard Browne was born. His mother and father both died in a boating accident when he was only twenty, and yes, it was heartbreaking, but he had found the one woman who could help him move on. The house on Sunflower Hill was given to him to preserve and live in as his ancestors. Just like his fathers before him, he did whatever he could to keep the sunflowers well. It was at age twenty, however, that he had his first daughter, and their big family began there. Eight years later, their last child was born. Alaska Browne was celebrated as the rest, but before she could come to know her father, he had died. At age 28, just three months after Alaska's birth, Edward was crushed by a horse. If it sounds harsh, that's because it was. He was the only one in the farm land at the time, and while taking a horse out to train, he went behind it to look at its hoof. It had been walking funny. When Edward lifted the leg, the horse was unexpectedly spooked, and as said before, crushed the man to the point of strangulation.
When the family heard, it took them all about a week to be able to sit down and talk. The flowers had been neglected, but they still stood, healthy as ever. The night they finally sat down, the Browne family decided that it was time to leave the Browne legacy and move. It sickened them to remain in the same house that their father was supposed to return to every night. The windows open, the conversation carried out, over the hill, and crying was to be heard as well.
Somehow, something went wrong. Every time the family began packing, moving boxes, the boxes would break right through. Switching over to plastic bins after several frustrating incidents, they found that plastic could not hold its own either. After many different trials of how to move things, and failed calls to schedule movers and a moving van, the family gave up. And when they finally gave up, the sunflowers grew higher, attaching themselves to the sides of the house.
After that, the townspeople, even those ready to go to University did not seem to want to leave. The people of Webster's Corner began looking down on the visitors that came through. They began disliking the areas beyond them, and it was almost as if they were afraid to move away, to even leave the town. That next year, an earthquake came to the town. Nothing was destroyed, and the people were not hurt, but when they went to the edge of their town to see if anyone else had felt it, they found their town, separated by a river. They checked every edge, and from every side they were cut off, but they were not bothered. No, they were happy about it.
Sunflowers are not just flowers, not when they are on Sunflower Hill.