Tuesday's Ten Minute Tale - the result!
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martinlivingsHere we go. VERY short, because I'm way out of practise, and not very good. The words were "hacking scientology" by ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
digital_duck, "anthropomorphic" by angriestprk, and "xylophone" by splanky.
Ten Little Thetans
(c) Martin Livings 2008
"So," Alexander said, resting against the smooth silver pole that jutted inexplicably from the floor in the centre of the room, "do we have a deal?"
Reclined on a chaise lounge, the shadowy figure shrugged. "What's in it for me?" it asked in its unique, tinkly voice. It made Alexander's skin crawl.
"A life of luxury," he told the figure. "Anything you could imagine."
"Anything but my dignity," it grumbled.
Alexander had to laugh at that. "What dignity? Look at you!"
The figure stood up, and stepped from the shadows. Its wooden body was unevenly shaped, wider at the bottom than at the top. And, horizontally across its form, a series of metal plates, each brightly coloured, all the colours of the rainbow and many more besides. From its sides, two skinny arms hung, each ended with a bright blue rubber ball. It had no eyes, no mouth, yet Alexander felt it glaring at him, and he shrank back. He'd heard the stories of what this creature could do, had done.
"I... I meant no disrespect," he stuttered, sweat beading on his brow.
The creature laughed then, that tinkling, musical, horrible laugh. "Never fear, Alexander," it assured him. "I'll do as you ask." It turned away. "What's the target's name?"
"Suri," Alexander said. "Second gen, daughter of a level seven."
"And all I do is observe?"
Alexander nodded. "No action at this stage. But I guarantee, you'll be in contact with plenty of targets. All packed full of healthy, aligned Thetans."
The creature shuddered, making a sound like wind chimes. "Enough to free me?" it asked.
"And more besides," he told it. "Enough to get your revenge on that Indian doctor who did this to you. Trapped you in this form."
"Ah, yes," it purred. "Once I regain my power, once I consume that entire cult's Thetans, then I'll have my vengeance on him. Him and all his friends. And then no-one will be laughing at me!"
It seemed to grow in stature, and Ahexander shrank back again, acutely aware of being in bed with the devil as it spoke.
"No-one will mock the Sylarphone!"
digital_duck, "anthropomorphic" by angriestprk, and "xylophone" by splanky.Ten Little Thetans
(c) Martin Livings 2008
"So," Alexander said, resting against the smooth silver pole that jutted inexplicably from the floor in the centre of the room, "do we have a deal?"
Reclined on a chaise lounge, the shadowy figure shrugged. "What's in it for me?" it asked in its unique, tinkly voice. It made Alexander's skin crawl.
"A life of luxury," he told the figure. "Anything you could imagine."
"Anything but my dignity," it grumbled.
Alexander had to laugh at that. "What dignity? Look at you!"
The figure stood up, and stepped from the shadows. Its wooden body was unevenly shaped, wider at the bottom than at the top. And, horizontally across its form, a series of metal plates, each brightly coloured, all the colours of the rainbow and many more besides. From its sides, two skinny arms hung, each ended with a bright blue rubber ball. It had no eyes, no mouth, yet Alexander felt it glaring at him, and he shrank back. He'd heard the stories of what this creature could do, had done.
"I... I meant no disrespect," he stuttered, sweat beading on his brow.
The creature laughed then, that tinkling, musical, horrible laugh. "Never fear, Alexander," it assured him. "I'll do as you ask." It turned away. "What's the target's name?"
"Suri," Alexander said. "Second gen, daughter of a level seven."
"And all I do is observe?"
Alexander nodded. "No action at this stage. But I guarantee, you'll be in contact with plenty of targets. All packed full of healthy, aligned Thetans."
The creature shuddered, making a sound like wind chimes. "Enough to free me?" it asked.
"And more besides," he told it. "Enough to get your revenge on that Indian doctor who did this to you. Trapped you in this form."
"Ah, yes," it purred. "Once I regain my power, once I consume that entire cult's Thetans, then I'll have my vengeance on him. Him and all his friends. And then no-one will be laughing at me!"
It seemed to grow in stature, and Ahexander shrank back again, acutely aware of being in bed with the devil as it spoke.
"No-one will mock the Sylarphone!"
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Date: 2008-01-22 02:27 am (UTC)my poor brain..
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Date: 2008-01-22 05:31 am (UTC)That's a fantastically awful pun!
prk.
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Date: 2008-01-22 05:48 am (UTC)No, it doesn't, does it? ;)
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Date: 2008-01-23 06:06 am (UTC)I liked that one.
I need to get back into the swing of things as well.