Hosted by Auburn Assassin, the theme/topic for this month is: masquerade.
I tried. I tried really hard to write a story, but my character had other ideas. The first thing that popped into my head was a masquerade ball - she refused to follow directions and got lost.
So the only coherent stuff I have is a conversation with her. By the way, she doesn't have a name mainly because she hasn't liked anything I've come up with, and she refuses to give me suggestions. She's so picky. Anyways, here it is:
“Oh merciful heavens,” the girl rolled her eyes at me. “Are you still drawing a complete blank?” She huffed in annoyance and paced. The room was revealed with each step she took. Sparsely furnished, it didn’t take her too long to walk the length of it.
“Can’t you think of something? Anything at all? A plot shouldn’t be this hard to come up with.” Eyes hopeful, she pranced up to me and took both my hands in hers. “What about a huge monster for me to slay?”
I cocked my head to the side. That would be exciting.
“A quest to right a horrible wrong?”
I nodded. It’s a little vague, but it could work.
“Finding the love of my life?”
I smiled. I like romance.
“C’mon! I need something to do!” the girl reached behind her and scratched at one of her feathered wings. “I refuse to go to your silly masquerade ball. I don’t care if that’s the subject for your blog-roll thing. Plus, you don’t even know what the ball is for! I need a plot I can really shine in. I will not be written away in your state of being muse-lessness.”
She narrowed her eyes at me. “Don’t mock me. It’s a word. I just made it up. Deal with it.”
I rolled my eyes. Someone’s cranky today.
“You bet I’m cranky.” She flexed her wings and gave a few experimental flaps. “Look at my poor wings! I’m losing muscle tone because you won’t let me do anything.” She glared at me. “You can’t keep me locked up in your head forever.”
I sighed. I know.
She smiled beatifically at me. “Give me a plot and I’ll make it sparkle. Who cares if it’s clichéd and all been done before. I certainly don’t. I mean sure, you’ll probably try to make me do something I don’t want to do. Like going to a dead-end masquerade ball.”
I frowned. That ball was going to be spectacular… until you decided you didn’t want to attend.
She waved her hand at my protest. “Whatever. What I’m trying to say is that I won’t let you make me do something I don’t want to do.”
I sighed again. You’re going to frustrate the hell out of me, aren’t you?
She grinned impishly. “Most definitely.”
I’m probably going to want to kill you off prematurely.
“But you can’t.”
I rolled my eyes. That’s what you think.
“C’mon,” she cajoled. “It’ll be difficult for both of us, but it’ll be worth it. You’re writing again. I’m getting pushier and more demanding. It’s a match made in heaven!
I hedged. I guess I could think about it.
She gave a hoot of joy. “Awesome! We’re going to have so much fun!”
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