Wednesday, February 27, 2008

   I'm Feelin' Sorta Dif'rent Right Now...
Ahg! Duck'n'cover!

I'm not keepin' up with my posts so well lately, am I? Maybe once VV launches I'll get back in the swing. But for now, I have a little treat for you!

Alter Ego: Aw, crap. You guys better run.

Me: Shut up.

Alter Ego: That's it? "Shut up"? No special retaliation or anything?

Me: I told you, I'm feelin' kinda weird right now.

Alter Ego: No. You told me you-- and I quote-- was feelin' all dif're--

Me: *blows A.E. up with a bazooka* Ah! Much better! Now where were we?

Well, inspired by the return of writing to theO in VV, and writer's club today, plus this strange, slightly out of touch reality mood I'm in, I've decided to post a short story this time around. It's only a page and a half long handwritten, so it shouldn't entire kill-- I mean it shouldn't take up too much of your time. Enjoy!

Oh, and just for those of you a little iffy with cursing, this is a disclaimer saying there is some. You've been forewarned.

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"What are you?"

"Excuse me?" The thief looked up from the spot on the ledge where he sat. It was that kooky lady, the baker's mother. Deft hand with dough, but nothing else.

"What are you? You're not of here."

"Just because I'm from out of town doesn't mean I'm not human like the rest of you. If I recall correctly, just about everyone here is from out of town, including yourself. Now where's your son? He should be worri--"

"Don't pull that bullshit on me! You're not of here, not not from here!" Screeching she backed away, pointing frantically at the thief who was now standing up. "You're devil spawn, aren't you? You were sent by the devil to lead us all to hell! Damn you!"

The thief frowned in exhasperation. "I'm human, miss." he said between her continued shrieks of "Damn you!" as she rummaged through her many necklaces for a cross.

"Damn you! Liar! Damn you! Damn you!" She found a cross and held it up between them. It seemed to enable her to speak normally again. "What about that arm of yours, eh? That's not human, is it?"

The thief instinctively gripped the arm she referred to. No one could see the disfigurement-- the thief kept it well hidden under sleeves, bandages and gloves. But because of that, everyone knew it was there.

"An accident when I was little. Now will you go home or do you find it fun to mock someone's childhood trauma?" The thief's voice was taut and loud as he said this, as if he were about to yell or explode into tears.

"Alrighty now, don't make a scene." The thief rolled his eyes-- he was the one making a scene? Meanwhile the kook was looking at the cross with curiosity, decided it was worthless and tossed it away. "Good luck smiting them angels then!" And with that she skipped off like a child who had just been read her favorite story and wanted to go play make-believe with its characters.

The thief sat back down with a sigh. Batty old witch. Then he held up his gloved hand against the cloudy sky and wondered how close to the truth she had been.
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Impressions? I want to ask specific questions about what you thought of it, but I think I'll put it simply: be blatant. I'm not gonna learn anything if you aren't so anything little that bugs you or you didn't get this one small part tell me. If all I get is generic "Lol. That was good" answers, I'm gonna be pissed. Okay? Okay.

Still tagline-less,

~2short
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