M K Tuck's Stories

Behind The Scenes; Part 2

2007-11-02T19:28:02Z

As usual, irritation soon turned into guilt as he looked into the overly injected and desperately stretched face of a former master of emotion. “Thank you for all that you’ve given me. I’m sorry to have fooled around too long. You’ve been overly generous in holding my hand through all of this, and I am deeply grateful. This is a great opportunity, and I will work around the director. Okay?”
He was nervous about such an outburst, and the damage it could do to his old man’s psyche. The shame carbonated his intestines, sank his heart, and pounded his brain. Sickened so suddenly that all passion in his own life and interests were regurgitated from his soul again. He dared to look at his father now, even though he knew what to expect from disrespecting a narcissist.
“They’re ready on the set.” The words came softly, and from behind distant eyes. The unphased fanatic had control, once again. Had center stage, once again. Had the spot light, once again.
“Keep it.”, the obedient son thought.

Behind The Scenes; Part 1

2007-11-02T19:24:52Z

“Look, dad, I’m exhausted!”
The real tears liquefied the heavy makeup caked upon the young actors face, creating a pool of realistic terror and confusion. He thought this would be a perfect time to shoot the rescue scene, but knew to refrain from “making light” about such things around his father.
“Exactly! A true actor can produce so much power in one take that that one shot could make the whole picture.”, the old guy spoke strongly as if on a busy stage, heavy on enunciation and beats between dynamic words proclaimed with blatant self-referrals. “And any hot headed director held in high esteem within the Biz knows when and how to manage such a fortune. Unfortunately, we are faced with a great deal of incompetency.”
“But you will work with it.”, he obsessively continued. “Work with it, and nail it! Right into the minds of the people that will watch this director’s birth of a bastard baby, and let them see the gifts I’ve given you-”
“AaaaalRIGHT! I got it, already.” the wary prodigy growled.

Beneath The Fog

2007-11-02T18:49:38Z

A blood curdling scream only they could possess shoots from behind you, paralyzing most of your body with fear.

Your abdomen knots and pulls your limbs into a contorted fetal-like pose. The shrill goes limp with a breathy sigh. The ground vibrates with the sound of numerous fists rapidly punching into it.

You close your eyes, hyperventilating as panic becomes you. Time seems to have slowed to a sticky crawl, giving you room to shrug a thought of survival. You think you will simply wake up, like you do from all nightmares. But you don’t, not this time.

In the distance, faint howls similar to before. Moaning comes from the ground behind you. Pebbles grinding and crushing together stir the dirt and heavy fog around you.
Then silence. You feel the air flood into you releasing you from the paralyzing grip.

Before the full pain of your twisted ankle returns, you scramble straight back from where you came. You run, fueled by adrenalin, and the number of steps between you and safety.