A Fan Troll Otherverse (Inspired by Hussie)

At the rise of the first moon, she wakes. Not one of her delicate fingers is lifted when her royal caretakers carry her from the recuperacoon in which she sleeps. The vat of sopour slime is painstakingly cleansed everyday so as to not upset her, although upsetting her is not a difficult task. The royal caretakers rinse her body free of the muck encasing her and dress her in only the latest fashions on Averzart. Jewel are fitted to her glorious horns. The fantastic gown she wears is unlike any other, its color representing her most pure and royal blood. She did not rush despite being very late, instead swinging her hips arrogantly as she walked to meet her family for breakfast.

“My darling child, what has kept you from coming to breakfast on time?” The Imperial Condescension herself asked with an admonishing tone. The princess sat down beside the Condesce at a table full of decadent delicacies.

“Sorry Mother it’s just, my servants are so weak and stupid. Obviously they are all way too poor to know how to properly lace a dress. As for polishing horns? I don’t think they even know what that means.” The Fushia princess scoffed, and nudged the boy sitting to the other side of her with her elbow. “Am I right Pak, or what?”

“Uh… HAHAHAHA yeah Shaivi! Those guards sure are STUPID!” He replied obnoxiously and forcing laughter so hard he began to cough profusely. Shaivi cackled as he choked up specks of blood into a napkin.

“Pakkus, calm yourself!” The Condesce snapped at the boy. He hung his head. The poor prince was miserable. After being dismissed from the table he nimbly avoided being alone with Shaivi and retreated to the safety of his respitblock. He opened the door to his chamber and was greeted by a beautiful yet unfamiliar servant.

“Master Pakkus,” The stranger bowed at his feet then looked behind her as the other servants continued their business. “why don’t you all bow before him?” She asked the other servants nearby.

“Oh he’s not like the others, he doesn’t like it when you bow.” Another servant called to the young maid, and then to the prince, “you’ll have to forgive her Pakkus, she’s new.”

Pakkus extended a hand down to the fair troll, and she took hold of it gracefully and stood before him.

“Howdy missy, I know you probably think I’m some royal brat like the others, but I really like to think of us all as friends. Please call me Pakkus from now on okay?” He smiled wide, his grin full of sharp teeth, just as any other troll’s but significantly more bright. “Now won’tcha tell me your name?”

“My name is Maquis.” She giggled and then scurried off to perform some silly task that would never mean anything, for the prince does his own chores.

“Uh might I apologize for my comment at the table this morning, I didn’t mean what I said.” Pakkus announced, resulting in laughter that echoed from the mouth of a frail troll somewhere in his chambers. The old jovial troll then hobbled into his view and beckoned for him to sit on the couch beside her. He did so and she took his hand affectionately.

“My dear boy, have you no sense!” She chuckled and patted his back.

“What’d I do now?” He coughed hard into his hands and came up with more flecks of deep pink blood, which he quickly hid by wiping his hands onto his blood colored pants.

“We all knew you was joking! You shouldn’t apologize so much!” The old troll continued. “Now you listen to your momma boy, don’t you go tellin’ nobody this. I heard the Chief Subjuggulator wants to have a private meet with you. Be cautious, he’s known for forcing trolls of all bloods to do things.” Her eyes narrowed in disgust for the Chief.

“What kinds ‘a things?” He asked, his voice hushed and eyes wide.

“Nasty dirty things Pak. Things you ain’t never gonna want to dream of in your most horrid of nightmares. Boy you best protect yourself now.” She stood and hobbled through the servants’ corridor, leaving the prince scared and confused.

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Teen Writer’s Circle August 2013

Take 5  Prompt Writing

Prompt “When I was twelve I hated…”

by Mary

When I was twelve I hated orange.  Not just the color, not just the fruit, but the thought of orange itself.  It mocked me with its citrus happiness and the way it clung to shirts and was peeled from itself.  Although I have no idea where my detestation for such a loathsome thing began, I can assure you it is far from over.

by Anna

When I was twelve there was a giant monster with fangs chasing me. He wanted my blood ‘cause it
tasted like honey. As I was running away I was thinking, “Why does this always happen to me?” I
always almost die and they try to make me his wife.  The huge monster was getting closer and it was really
fast. “Come on feet!”, I screamed. Why can’t I go faster? Then as the monster bite the back of my leg
I screamed again. Why does this always happen to me?

Teen Writer’s Circle May 2013

Take 5 Prompt Writing

Prompt “As the plane took off…”

by Brie

As the plane took off, Lilian looked out the window and thought of her dad, she hadn’t seen him in awhile.  It has been almost three years, yet three minutes.  Time is weird when you’re a ghost.  Things happen, but you can’t do anything about it.  After awhile, the guards notice you and ship you away.

Lilian had been a good girl, she got good grades, was in the church choir.  Yet it wasn’t enough.  Lilian knows her fate.  She’ll be judged, and then sent down there.  She always thought she would be able to accept god when she got older, but, she didn’t get older.  She got to 11 years, 3 months, 4 hours, 2 minutes and 33 seconds before the crash that took her life.

Member Storytelling: Lyrami’s Story – Part I

by Mary S.

Age 13

We heard him before we saw him. It had been almost a month since Kaylin had disappeared, and now I know why. You see, about a year ago, kids starting disappearing from everywhere. Then, a few days after a kid disappeared a new monster would appear on the street. We soon realized what was happening.

I never imagined that this would happen to anyone close to me. I cried for days when Kaylin disappeared. I’m not a baby; Kaylin is my best friend. Well Kaylin was my best friend.

He was the first monster that I saw face to face. They had him cooped up in a cell like an animal.

We walked down an empty concrete corridor that branched off into more cells. As Armisra and I walked further in, I flinched at every echo.

We entered a heavily guarded chamber where Kaylin was being “held.” I heard screams, yelps, howling, and a lot of smashing and stomping.

Armisra held up her hand, “listen.” Her voice was cold and empty. We listened to the howling and the screaming for awhile, but it didn’t take long to make out the words coming from his grumbly voice.

“Lyrami!” he screamed. I started to cry.

“He wants to see you.” Armisra put her hand on my shoulder. “Lyra, you need to try and get through to him.”

I looked up at Armisra and blinked back the tears that begged to stream down my cheeks.

The Guards prepared to open the doors, and I shouted “Kaylin!” Then there was silence. The doors opened. I walked in.

He was big. He did not look like he would fit through an average doorway. The room was dim. The floor was metal. Kaylin was chained to the wall. I stared at him. “Kaylin,” I said softly. I heard a low grumble and then he spoke.

“Lyra?”

“What happened?” I asked in a whisper.

“I don’t remember” he said clearer than before.

“I missed you.”

“Me too.”

I glanced up at him

“Don’t look at me.” He grumbled and turned away.

“Okay” I said looking back to the floor.

I heard a sound like someone falling to the ground. I looked back to where Kaylin was. He collapsed and all his heavy chains lay around him.

“Kaylin!” I rushed over to him and Armisra followed.

His body was limp, his breathing was shallow, but he was alive and that was all that mattered. Armisra felt his forehead “He’s got a fever.” She helped me lift him out of the chains. We carried him to the door and the guards opened the doors and let us leave with Kaylin.