Hey. This time, the blog will actually be regularly updated. I know, y'all think those words are gonna bite me in the ass. Well, we'll see. Anyway, for now this will really just showcase my writing. Eventually it might show other's, too, those of my writerly friends who don't have the time for a blog of their own.
Anyway, without further ado, the first story. This story was one of my first for a little event known as FFM, or Flash Fiction Month. Hosted on DA's Flash Fiction Month 2014, it's basically a thing where you take prompts and/or challenges every day, and write flash fiction. It's a lot of fun, and there are even some prizes.
The prompt for this one was actually supposed to be taken from the username of another writer--I used TheTusedayNightCompany.
The Story: Saved? And if you don't want to open a new tab, then here:
It was an adventure, that's what they said....And now he was trapped. 'The show must go on!' That age-old mantra, chorused constantly by the plump Metrolli twins to Julian's pale, sweaty face. What kind of hero had a hooked nose? Not to mention his hair, black, which made his pale skin look almost waxy. For chrissake, he looked like Snape. And not smexy Alan Rickman Snape, the one you imagined when you read the books.
Katie hated theater, for the simple reason of movie actors were hotter. Why was she here? Well, it was all because it was free, and if she did something 'sophisticated' with her time, and bring back proof, maybe she could convince her f*cking parents that a car would not just be used for selfish reasons. What, she asked her mother, did she use her car for? Charity? Ha!
So Katie found herself dragging her canvas shod foot around and around a stain on the floor as she wondered why her ample butt was plastered to this red plastic seat. Remember, that car. It'll be worth it. "God, I friggin' hope so...." The lights dimmed, and she took a loud swig of her Dr. Pepper, getting looks from patrons as what was probably meant to be music swelled onstage.
Sighing, Katie turned her blacklined gaze up to the small wooden platform in the front of the room, and thus she remained for the next half hour.
It was terrible. All right, it wasn't solely the actor's fault. The play itself was typical, and while some, perhaps enjoyed the simplicity of a young boy 'chosen' to save a magical world, by rescuing a princess from the villains evil clutches...this wasn't the place for them. Instead, most of the audience were used to unexpected twists, and relatable characters.
Julian was onstage, his words well rehearsed, but playing a rebellious, underestimated youth, he seemed sadly washed out, his skin almost sallow in the light. Good lord, he was trying hard. Katie had to admit, the parts that weren't plain painful to watch were amusing for all the wrong reasons, so she settled back with her bag of Gummi worms, and watched through smug eyes, a small smirk on her plump lips.
It was horrible. He knew his lines, but..when he'd done this before, with the company as his audience, it hadn't seemed so...boring. Here, he cast out "Princess! We don't have time for this, you need to run!" But his passion, though determinedly kept throughout, did not seem quite...heartfelt. After all, the pale blonde woman opposite, her features elfin in appearance, looked almost bored as she replied, "Oh, but--but-you art wounded, sir!" She flung her arms around his neck, looking desperate, and Julian caught a whiff of her stifling perfume.
Katie actually snorted, luckily unheard by most seated near her. The chick was a legit twig, well, this couldn't go on much longer. It was silent for a moment up on stage, and Katie could see some helplessness in the male lead's face. Underwhelmed. Heh. She grinned, then felt something wild rise up in her. A belch, fruity and full-bodied, made it out, and she realized there was nothing for it but to save herself from the audience, and possibly save that poor production as well. Standing, heaving herself up like a bear, she shook out her long, tangled brown hair, and waved a shooing hand at the princess, as she hopped awkwardly up onstage, wincing with the effort.
The princess looked stunned, her arms still draped catlike around Julian, and as Katie approached, she remained dumbstruck, then slowly stepped away.
"Well, now. I must excuse my sister. She is foolish, and doesn't know when to give up." Katie's voice boomed, and with a thick Russian accent, immediately made the actors backstage frown, glance at each other, then wave their hands frantically at one another.
Julian was also stunned, but he realized this was a solution, and throwing caution to the winds, threw a smirk on his face. "Really. I hadn't got that impression." His voice suddenly turned slow, as he sauntered around Katie, looking more and more sinister.
The princess took the hint, and, hiding the smile she felt growing behind her features, attempted a look of shock. "B-but, dear! Whatever do you mean? Mustn't we leave...? Soon this place will be--" "No." Came Julian's dismissal, as he waved a hand carelessly in her direction. Returning to Katie, who stood, a grim look on her face, he spoke carefully, slinkily, giving her time to think. He did not improvise much, but he hoped she knew what she was doing. "And you? Are you who am I truly looking for?"
"I believe so. After all, you need the true princess for your plan, do you not? I wonder what you have done with our chosen one, but you cannot get past my spell wards. Your disguise will not work here." So saying, she took a step forward, and for a moment, Julian's confident smile faltered, as he stepped back. "B-but I--" She smiled, waved a hand, and performed a quick gesture. Only a moment passed, then Julian convulsed. Gasping, choking he fell to his knees, and Katie snapped her fingers. "Sister, come. We must bind him, or his power will grow to strong even for my abilities. " The blonde woman quickly obeyed, and together the fat, dark haired siren and the wispy blond mimed entwining the false hero, till he sat, growling at their feet. "I will escape," He snarled, and Katie laughed, turning to the audience. "You! My people, see this villain. He has tried to destroy us, will he escape?" The patrons hesitated, a bit dumbstruck, then halfheartedly shouted no. And Katie nodded slowly, hauling Julian to his feet, and so saying, she dragged him out, past her seat, while the rest of the actors bowed confusedly.
Outside, she watched him straighten, and she said amusedly, "You owe me a drink, buster."
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