Tuesday, November 25, 2014
This is from Chapter 2 of the novel I am currently writing/editing entitled "The Night Places" which is based on (actually a continuation of) a short-story I wrote a while ago.
I wake up on the floor at 5:30 and turn on the TV to make sure there’s no Godzilla attack going on. There isn’t, there’s just lots of coverage of the last one. I finally get to see the thing falling. I didn’t think it was so light out when that happened. The thing fell so hard, I’m surprised more buildings didn’t fall when it hit the ground.
Siri is still asleep on the bed. I think I’ve had enough of this nonsense. I put on my shoes quietly, tiptoe to the door, and undo the latch. It sounds like a hammer in the quiet room, even with the TV on. I start to twist the doorknob, and then here the actual sound of a hammer. I turn around.
Siri is pointing a gun at me. It’s a small semi-automatic pistol, and I swear to God, the entire thing is pink. She is pointing a pink gun at me.
“Good morning,” I say.
“Good morning,” she says back, still pointing the gun at me, “Are you leaving?”
“No, just going to the bathroom,” I say. The hotel room doesn’t have a bathroom. Just a men’s room and a ladies’ room at the end of the hall.
“Oh,” she says, lowering the gun, “okay.”
I walk out of the room and head directly down the stairs. I walk out the front door and hear a “twang” sound above me. I look up, and the flagpole coming off the building is vibrating. Then I hear a thump in front of me. I look forward. Siri is crouching, ninja style, with a samurai sword out, on top of a car parked in front of the hotel. There’s a hipster guy with a leashed dog on the sidewalk, staring at her.
“Um,” I say after a beat, “hi Siri.”
“Go back into the hotel,” she says.
I look back up at the flagpole. It’s still vibrating. I see the open third story window that… Siri… jumped… out of? This is getting ridiculous.
I look back at Siri, see the glint of the streetlight on the katana, see the passive look on her face. The way I see it now, I can do what she says, deal with this acid-trip of a situation, or I can walk away, and risk being A) decapitated by a teenage girl or B) killed by a pink gun. I never really wondered what Alice felt like falling down the rabbit hole, but it had to be pretty similar to this. I make my decision.
“You got it,” I say, giving her thumbs up. I turn back around, and head into the hotel.
Monday, November 24, 2014
Saturday, November 22, 2014
“You know,” Zoe shouts to me as she wipes the dragon’s blood off her sword, “Somehow I thought being the Chosen One would suck less after we saved the world.”
“I’m a little busy here!” I shout back as I dodge another one of the little bastard’s fireballs. I notch another arrow and let it fly. The dragon screeches and falls, landing in a big cloud of dust and sand a little ways away.
“What were you saying?” I say, panting, as Zoe walks up.
“I said,” she says, “that I thought after we saved the world from the demon army, being the Chosen One would cease to suck ass.”
“That’s what you get for thinking,” I say, “that’s my job. Your job is saving the world from… you know, whatever it needs saving from on any given day.”
She punches my shoulder.
“Come on,” she says, “let’s go find the horses. I bet they wandered back into town.”
An hour later we stroll back into Oasis, the little town that looks just like you’d expect an old west town to look like. I pull out my iPhone.
“Two o’clock,” I say, “still no reception. Any idea how we’re going to get back to our dimension?”
Before she can answer, Sheriff Cutler calls to us from down the road.
“Yeah,” Zoe shouts back as he approaches, “we killed the damn dragons. Did our horses come back here?”
“Haven’t seen ‘em,” he says, cigarette dangling from his lip, “Thank you so much. Our town woulda been doomed without y’all steppin’ in.”
“Yeah, yeah,” says Zoe.
“You know,” I say to Zoe, “people around here are probably pretty grateful. Think we could parlay that into some free beers?”
“Couldn’t hurt to try,” she says, smiling, and we head toward the tavern.
Two hours later we’re drunk and having a grand ol’ time with some of the town’s rowdier citizens. Zoe is dancing with some big cowboy and I’m introducing some of the citizens to a game we called “asshole” back in my dimension. Then everything is ruined by a huge crashing sound from outside.
I look at Zoe.
“Oh Goddamnit,” she yells.
Then a guy runs into the tavern shouting.
“Come quick!” he yells, “some kinda flying boat just crashed into the post office!”
I look over at Zoe, who rolls her eyes.
“Got your sword?” I call to her.
“Yeah,” she sighs, picking it up, “let’s go check it out.”