<insert look of horror>
That is all.
Carry on, gentle citizens.
Outline: The Black HatsIntroduction to Characters: This is a story about a mixed-race punk rock band in Los Angeles, 1981. The main character, Kid, is a female foster child of profoundly mixed ethnicity with severe burn scars across her chest and left shoulder. She pretends to be male in order to be accepted. She plays guitar and back up vocals. Lead singer Clobber is white, Benny the drummer is black, and their eventual bassist Justin is white. Benny and Kid are good friends and lived together in the Rigby house (Mrs Rigby is Benny’s mom) in South Central for a while.Outline: The Black Hats by TuesdayNightCompany
Story Start: The entire band is covered in blood and handcuffed to chairs in a hospital.
Inciting Incident: Flashback mode - the death of “Heavy B” Heaven and the involvement of Charles. Kid used to work for Charles as a local drug runner. Kid is lit on fire [possibly while attempting to kill Charles or visa versa] and ends up hospitalized and then in foster care outside of So
Being Kind, the RewindIt's an interesting contrast, the stories to reality.Being Kind, the Rewind by TuesdayNightCompany
She is, now, an old woman. She is shrunken and shriveled but still gets around on her own gumption. However, these days, as her body runs down, her mind rewinds.
Back then, she ran off to go marry a young soldier that daddy had never met. It was a shocking bus ride across the segregated South for a girl from an all-white Oklahoma mining town. Back then, she was young and it was 1944.
She tells stories of her past. They aren't exactly true, but stories never are.
The patriotic youth of World War II become the ancient in the Internet Age.
Young blood to blood transfusions.
As she lays in her hospital bed, the past kindly plays again.
The Well Beast and I"NO," the beast in the well said.The Well Beast and I by TuesdayNightCompany
"What do you mean, 'no'? Don't you know what an ultimatum is?" I shouted down at it. "I really will do it!"
"NO," the beast said. "IS TRICK."
"I really don't have to cut you this slack," I yelled. "I really loved that cat! Not even the Prior would blame me for taking revenge!"
"WAS GOOD," the beast said.
"Was...? Wait. Did you just tell me how delicious my pet was? Did you really, in the name of cruel irony, tell me that my Mr. Snickers was delicious?"
"WAS GOOD," the beast confirmed.
"Alright, this is fucking happening," I said, getting up onto the lip of the well. I unzipped my fly.
"NO, IS TRICK," the beast said, a little uncertainly.
I whipped out my man-hose and started peeing down the well.
"NO NO NO NO NO," the beast said. The walls of the well shook as the beast writhed around.
"Nowhere to hide in a well, is there?" I called down. "I've been drinking an awful lot of water! Why, I daresay I c
All My EyesBlood was dripping from the green eyeballs. Again.All My Eyes by TuesdayNightCompany
"Oh gross," Terrence said.
I quickly went into the kitchen and grabbed a roll of paper towels. I tossed the roll at Terrence.
"Can you please get the blood on the carpet?" I said as I leaned against the sink.
"You're pretty nervous, aren't you?" Terrence said as he unwound the roll. "They only start bleeding when you get nervous."
"No. Yes," I said, watching blood pitter patter onto the kitchen linoleum.
I glanced up at the eyeballs floating around me. Sixteen eyeballs of various sizes, from soccer-ball sized Big Blue to the two Black Beady's. They could rotate, focus, unfocus, and go up and down. But unless I was backed up against a wall, they never changed their positioning. I had never touched one of them - they were always positioned just out of arms reach.
Anyone else could touch them, though.
Right on cue, Mitten the Kitten rocketed into the kitchen and leapt onto the ne