Chatroom-inspired short story written for a prompt from my writing club [Archive]

Carraka

10-21-2011, 12:56 AM

The prompt was: A superhero saves a city.

Warning. Some strong language.

Vdubs, Will, Iri, and Bowie are in this story. I wrote it while they made suggestions, and I incorporated every one I read.

Perched atop the highest rise among all the high rises of Atlanta, Vdubs gazes down at the big tall buildings old new in between. She sees the bad drivers in the streets and in spite of it all she loves it all. She stretches her rainbow wings and soars downwards, gliding over the random vendors with tiny wares, the weirdos, and the interstinf buskers.

There are random artisting spots everywhere, and the sun is pretty bright.

SUDDENLY WILL APPEARS.

Will is a terrible person. Everyone hates him. The streets of Atlanta grow black with fear of the dark. Marble hornets rise out of the ground buzzing around Will's head. The land of the artist is threatened.

Cawing with rage, Vdubs descends upon Will, attackinig his marble hornets. Will vanishes in a puff of smoke, saying that he must leave to talk to his "friend" (a friend-friend) Randy.

The clouds disappear and Atlanta seems as it was, except for the broken marble hornets littered around the ground, like broken marble statues.

Vdubs lands on the roof of a car, crushing the metal. She stares around in horror at what has happened to her lovely town. She became a superhero to prevent these things from happening! But it is no use being sad about these things. She must prevent the next attack by the terrible Will! She picks up the remnants of one of the marble hornet statues and dashes off to find ...

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The Eerie Descent

He sits alone in the basement. He has dark longish black hair, chocolate skin and two eyes -- one green and one black -- but no mysterious past. Vdubs is a careful gal. She did a background check on this person first. The man's name is Iri, probably because he has a background of being irritated.

Currently Iri is sitting on the dank basement floor, pushing around poorly-sewn dolls shaped like Pokemon.

"Piiikaaachuuu!" cries Iri, as he lifts a green blob over his head. In that moment he notices Vdubs, and abruptly drops the stuffed blob. "Who are you?" he cries, drawing a cane.

"Are you going to hit me with that?" says Vdubs in her sexiest voice.

"You are a government agent!" says Iri. "Shut up, Bowie, you're not helping."

Vdubs looks around, confused. She doesn't see anyone else in the room. "Who are you talking to?"

"Some flat-chested link-spammer." Iri waves the cane again. Something clicks, and then a gun sprouts from the end.

"Oh, that's rather threatening," says Vdubs, who may be a superhero, but really she is not bulletproof.

"Bowie's suspicious of you," says Iri. "If you're not a government agent ... perhaps you are a cannibal?"

"What, no!"

"You eat little boys?"

"No! Look." Vdubs pulls out a marble hornet statue. "I need you to trace this."

"Ah." The gun retracts back into the cane. "You don't know who sent these?"

"No, we know Will sent these."

Iri is confused. "Then why do you want me to trace these?"

Vdubs blushes.

"In any case, it's very clear where these come from. They're from Montenegro. You can tell by the marks at the bottom of the statue."

"Where's Montenegro?" says Vdubs.

"Fucking Americans."

"You want to fuck Americans?" Vdubs spreads her wings suggestively, and Iri kicks off his shiny black shoes. Vdubs lifts away his feathered top hat, stroking the rim, and places it reverently on top of the green blob. Her hands creep under his velvet coat.

"You have a nice chest that tapers down to nice abs," Vdubs purrs.

-fade to black-

THE NEXT MORNING

Having now determined the source of the marble hornets, Vdubs flies to Cali, Mali, a landlocked African coast town well known for its scrumptious squid dishes. This is where she will find Will, because Will is a were-squid, one of those half-man half-squid creatures that only turns into a squid on a full moon.

Tonight the moon is full.

Vdubs swoops around Cali, and notices the tentacles of a squid sliding around under water. She dives, seizes the squid, and carries it high up into the clouds. There, she chews off each individual tentacle, dips it in caramel, and sells squid-on-a-stick for 25 cents to Hollywood tourists.

The end.