Molly always dreamed of being on stage.
She was over the moon when she got the smallest part in the local theatre and broken-hearted when they told her that they were going with her understudy on opening night.
She didn’t know bit parts like hers had understudies, but when she saw the director’s girlfriend backstage, it all became clear.
The silly tart had one line: “Hail Dorothy! The Wicked Witch is dead!”
She couldn’t even get that right.
Molly supposed she didn’t get the part by virtue of her acting abilities.
Fuck ‘em, Molly thought. I’m keeping the goddamn costume.
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This is three weeks in a row where on Day One, I say to myself, Helena, I say, maybe you should just skip this week. To which I reply, No, just wait, something will come to you, darling. And I consider this for a moment and ask, Do you think it’s healthy that we have these two part inner dialogues? And that gets me thinking too much, and a bit paranoid, and I say, Do you think it’s healthy that you referred to you and I as ‘we’? And then it just goes around in circles for a while, and then I wash my Xanax down with some nice red wine and the rough edges of the world go a bit fuzzy, like a teddy bear some nice boy wins you at the carnival, and then figures that he’s entitled to put his hands all over you, and then you slap him in the face and knee him in the groin and walk away in a huff, wondering what ever happened to honest chivalry.
You know, or something like that.
So there you go, then. This picture brought the phrase “She’s… she’s dead. You killed her.” to mind, and so I went with that. Hope you enjoyed it — if not, please be very vocal about your hatred of my sad attempt at micro-fiction. Your loathing will be like sweet music to mine ears, darlings.
Oh, do say something, in any regard.
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Ironwoodwind’s tale Allegiance had my heart in my throat. Powerful stuff
Jan Brown’s Guarding Manny is a delight, if only for the line “the blueberries have superpowers that keep the evil rays in check.”, though the whole thing is wonderful.
Xandranihilo’s Honorable Discharge is a pure mindfuck. And I mean that as a compliment. Xandra has an exotic bird’s eye view on every subject, and manages to see through the literal to the very essence of things. The writing is somewhat stream of consciousness and will be off-putting for some, but she (oh dear god I’m assuming gender, here, please say I’m right) continues to wow me.