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Thursday, April 7, 2011

Breaking down Whitteltown

A short story of sorts
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Whitteltown is an imaginary place that is the epitome of small town America. Going there is almost like traveling back to a simpler time. It’s the perfect place to encompass the mysterious estate of Sinclair Manor, complete with its own notorious past.

Whitteltown is a small town with one main road and one electronically lit intersection. All the town’s businesses are located on this one main road and the rest of the town’s dwellings, churches, and school encircle this one main road. It is a semi-rural town with very few residents and not a lot of traffic flowing to it. It is very “off road”.

The legend behind the town is that, a group of wood carvers founded it. The whittlers and their families were a strange sort of people, very simple minded and basic, but very good at carving wood. Soon the demand for ornately carved wood began to dwindle, so the remaining families joined together to form one dynamic group of wood carvers who could share and support one another, calling themselves the Whittletons.

As the Whittletons’ family grew, the land they settled in became known as Whitteltown. Once again, demand for woodcarving took another slump and the family had to find other endeavors to pursue. The family brought small businesses into their town, providing them financial backing, and taking partial ownership and profits in return. The family became quite wealthy.

Little by little, the Whittletons began to spread out and die off, but not before one more financial boom came to them. They became the caretakers to outlaws; any outlaws needing a place to hide away while traveling through, had a place as long as they could pay. The town was so small and so secluded that many law enforcement agents just couldn’t find it back then, but criminals were always good at quietly passing information along by word of mouth.

By the turn of the twentieth century, most of the family was dead and the few who remained were retired. The family had invested in the stock market and now just gave rise to spoiled single child heirs. For a long time the Whittletons and their town was forgotten about until the birth of prohibition. Then like pirates in search of gold, thugs came from all around seeking out the legendary haven as a hide out for when they were busted for bootlegging and such.
When the stock market crashed in 1929 the other, poor, townsfolk of Whitteltown finally decided to rise up again the Whittletons. Without their money and influence, they were forced to leave town taking all their corruption with them. The whole family died off before the end of the Great Depression. Out of all the mayhem that occurred, there was one low ranking thug who’d managed to thrive in the little town because he never took more than he needed and looked out for the towns folk. He took over the Whittletons’ home, Sinclair Manor, until it was purchased from him later.  -Day 19 complete.

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