-LadyInRed-'s Stories

Librarian

2007-10-10T23:10:33Z

Sara was an average girl.She was born in Connecticut,an average state,to average parents.She grew up with average likes,and an average personality.The only thing that was unique about Sara was her unusual hopes and dreams.She knew they would come through,even at the worst times when others would’ve chosen a logical approach and applied for a job at the nearest fast food place.She was here.

The endless maze of books stood before her,and she would have all the time in the world with them.That’s right.Sara’s dreams…were to be a librarian.She dreamed of being with all those hundreds of thousands of pages just waiting to make someone smile,or cry,or laugh.Her dream was fulfilled.

She walked through the library until she found her favorite genre.Not romance,not fantasy,not sci-fi,and definetely not horror.Sara,the dreamer she was,stopped the second she saw poetry.Her hands brushed the names of Rudyard Kipling,Emily Dickenson,and Robert Frost. Then, she saw someone she’d never seen before.

Noah Riadan…

Long Lost Relative (of the Chicken Queen)

2007-08-25T02:54:49Z

Becky went through her session as if it was a dream.The psychiatrist asked questions and she answered briefly,there was a chance that she wasn’t crazy.

The house was broken-down.It was in part of town where most of the the hobos lived.She knocked and the door fell down.It created a loud boom that seemed to be against all laws in the house.Then out of nowhere,someone said,

“Who’s there?”

Becky nearly screamed,and she saw a withered old man that had been behind her.

He looks like Gollum. she thought.That was good, he couldn’t hurt her,and if he tried to she’d break his brittle old bones.That was, assuming he had no thugs somewhere in the house.

“Do you know Anne Livenhill?”

The old man smiled. He laughed, which reminded her of nails against blackboard.

“So, who’s asking me?”

“I’m her daughter.”

“Oh look,my granddaughter’s visiting me. If you expect grandma to bake cookies for you,she kicked the bucket a long time ago.”

Becky was shocked.Chickens were no longer the problem.

Swami

2007-08-10T17:50:36Z

I sit at the table,my eyes staring off into space into what she thinks is a trance. How come people are so gullible? I argue that I am doing a community service.I tell people that I see “fame,fortune,and love” in their future,and they’re satisfied with my services.Sometimes, it’s not so easy. They ask you to talk to the dead,like right now. It’s times like these that I must be creative.

“What is the name of the person that you seek?” I say in a monotonous tone.

The old woman replied in a shaky voice.
“Henry,Henry Dyer.”

“How did he came to die?”

“A drunk driver,Henry was riding his bike.”

Ahh,that would help.Obviously Henry is a grandson,and she is feeling some sorrow about his death,so she decided to see a swami to see if he was happy in heaven.I gasp dramatically.

“I am fine,don’t worry about the tragedy of my death,nothing matters except to be happy where I am now. Grandmother, be at peace.”

The old lady places the money on the table and leaves smiling.

My job is never done…

Chicken Queen's Sanity

2007-08-07T20:27:25Z

It was sunrise, and the whole room was filled with the crowing of roosters. Becky was rudely awakened. The Lead Cluck bent over her head and spoke.

“My queen, would you like some breakfast?”

Her attempt had been in vain. Her mother had told her that it was important to know how to operate a machine gun. Her unwillingness to listen was now costing her her sanity.

Nevertheless, she said, “Yes, how about some poached eggs?”

The Lead Cluck looked shocked.

“Our queen must have been driven insane by her fall, we must get her to a physician!”

Becky thought that her sarcasm had finally gotten her where she deserved. So, she went to her mother’s psychiatrist, Dr.Danis. Her excuse was that she was in need of solitude again. The chickens had already hidden the machine gun somewhere. Becky had to walk to the clinic, since some of the chickens had used her bike as a roost. As Dr.Danis receptionist welcomed her inside, she looked at the feathers in Becky’s hair, and her depressed appearance, and scowled.

The War against Mantra

2007-08-07T19:51:27Z

Unseen in the darkness of the desert,Jamie suppressed her scream. She had seen everything except where Van Mantra had gone, since she had been just as entranced by the comet as the followers that had been annihilated. She hurriedly ran to the police department in an attempt to spread the word. As she started telling the sad tale to the police officers, tears streamed down her face from pity for those that had been killed. She was at first scorned, but after she showed them the smoldering remains of the victims, she was taken seriously. Then she realized that Van Mantra had the trust of millions of people, and he could blame this on the enemies. There was a good chance that the enemies were allies of the human race, but right now that chance couldn’t be taken. After all,what kind of allies would stand by as people got killed off? No, they couldn’t be trusted. She had to give people someone else to beleive in, her. And with that single brave thought, she started the war against Van Mantra and his warnings.

Unwanted Subjects, The Queen Strikes Back

2007-07-31T00:18:12Z

It was the worst nightmare that no person had ever imagined. She stood at one corner of the room, while the chickens stood at the other corner awaiting her to address them. She had no other choice. Those chickens could’ve died a humane, fast, death, she had given them that opportunity. She tried to call up a shred of royal bearing, she realized she didn’t have any royal bearing, and faked it.

“My loyal subjects, I , the queen, am in need of solitude. You are dismissed. I do not think that they will be any more threats to my life for today.”

So, the chickens left her while they flocked outside throughout the window. She locked the window in what she hoped was an elegant way, then she went to her mother’s room, and dug through the underwear drawer. Aha! There it was. She dug out the machine gun and went to the window. The chickens were reproducing again. Becky hoped that she could figure out how to use this thing before they figured that the machine gun was a threat to her. She better figure it out quick.

Calm as the Ocean

2007-07-25T00:03:54Z

The little girl,being who she was,sat on the beach.She had already had her fun,and now she sat on the blanket,staring out at the endless blue.She’d never seen anything so big.It seemed to her the ocean and her had played a game.The oceans would send waves crashing in,and she would jump away from the water.

Her mother didn’t think so though.She kept telling her to get closer and closer to shore.She looked at the water as if her stare could expose it to be poison.

“June, get closer to shore!”

But June had her eyes on something ythat was floating in the water.She went into the water upto her knees,and grasped the glass bottle,wrapping her tiny hands around it.It was her treasure now,the ocean had given her a gift,a gift she would keep forever.She was picked up by her mother,and put on the blanket.She got wrapped in a towel,and given a talking to.

“June, you know what I told you! Get out from there! Don’t do this, you know what I told you! You can’t swim!”

June looked at her glass bottle,silent.

Before the Desert's Revenge, the Old Lady's Past

2007-07-18T23:00:09Z

She had spent her entire life as a doormat,a thing to be used until it became a hindrance. She was tired.Her children wanted to throw her away into a retirement home,and her grandchildren thought she was a boring old spinster who was only there to give them money for their birthdays. People her age thought her immature for not being grateful for her family and her money and her home.She would give up all of that for a sense of peace.She had spent her whole life working too hard for other people.She had spent 30 years working as a secretary for a man she thought was a waste of oxygen so that her children could go to college,now they wanted to pay 70 grand to a retirement home and be done with her forever.When she said no, they thought she wanted to be the kind of grandma who has a nice old house and bakes an endless supply of cookies.After she went against their wishes and bought a house in the middle of the desert and lived there alone,they stopped visiting her as punishment. She thought,is this what life is?

Van Mantra's Betrayal

2007-07-18T22:41:05Z

Van Mantra had showed himself. Not by the road, as people had expected, rather, he was seen by all walking in from the desert. He had the usual calm look about him, the usual confident demeanor that he conducted himself.Behind him, there were people that were when you saw them at first appeared as the most normal people you ever saw.As you looked them for a bit longer, they changed, changing their forms every second to be the exact copy of one of the people that were there.It was frightening to see something so unnatural happening right in front of their eyes. Van Mantra however, remained unphased, and the people followed his example.By now it was almost midnight, and Van Mantra had not said a word. Instead, the people saw a shooting star, that was heading right at them at an incredible speed.Everyone was looking at the sky, awaiting their demise.Van Mantra slipped away unnoticed, a little smile on his lips.As he looked on from far away, the comet did what was expected. As they say, curiousity killed the cat.

Van Mantra's Appearance

2007-07-18T22:30:16Z

It was a frightening thing for all the people who had come for their savior, Van Mantra. They saw the sheer enormity of the human race. It awed some, but for most it struck fear in their hearts. And more were arriving. It wasn’t normal for people to see all this. Not only that, Van Mantra was nowhere to be seen. Everyone was having second thoughts. They waited for hours, hoping that Van Mantra had not betrayed them. They were wrong, Van Mantra had betrayed them. It was frightening. There was a mass of people, but it was as silent as a graveyard. You would hear an occasional frenzied whisper, as though it was an untold law they must not break the silence. They all looked toward the road, their hope unwavering, their trust unmoved. It dawned on many of them that all this could be a lie, but they had come too far, believed in Van Mantra too much for them not to be there when he finally appeared. The sun was starting to set, and people were getting worried, starting to leave. Then, Van Mantra showed himself.

Betty the Chicken Forgotten

2007-07-18T19:37:16Z

It was Easter, and Becky knew she would get the same old candy as always. Not that getting candy was a bad thing, but still, a girl needed variety. Especially when a girl got really bad stomach aches from chocolate. It was sad really. Her parents woke her up in the morning and told she was getting a special surprise this year. They went downstairs, and there it was, an adorable chick. By chick, I mean the bird kind. It was so cute. Becky picked it up, and pressed it against her face. The down was so soft. In another two months Becky had completely fallen in love with her new pet despite the fact that she was messy, naming her Betty. One day, she came home to find that Betty was missing.Her mom told her that they had returned Betty to the farm from whence she had came, because their other hens had become too old.Becky had simply thought that Betty was in a better place, not at all realizing that they had chicken for dinner that night. In a few months Betty was forgotten, and Becky started getting candy again.

The Call for Help from Chickens

2007-07-18T19:19:42Z

The Phone was soon an island amidst the fowl population. Horrible, just like the smell that was making Becky’s eyes water and making her wish she had a truck full of Febreze. The chickens were in a buzz as to the contraption that their sovereign was using. Becky hurriedly dialed the number and waited for it to be picked up. Finally, her prayers were answered.

“You have reached Chicken Exterminators Inc, what can we do for you?” the receptionist asked politely.

“Hello, I’d like to get approximately hundred chickens exterminated, oh, and do you have anything for eggs?”

“Of course, what’s your address?”

“379 Mohawk Lane, and when will you get here, I’m getting desperate.”

“One of our exterminators will be over there in about an hour, oh, and we don’t do clean up for free, in fact, we don’t do clean up at all.”

Becky said okay and hung up. She sighed, and started dialing another number. The friendly voice of her mother’s psychiatrist’s receptionist picked up. So far, so good, no, so far, so bad.

Not a Noble Death

2007-07-11T13:22:36Z

He waited among the reeds. The reeds were his friends. They kept his pray from escaping him, and they let him escape from the hunter. He was alone now, his mate and cubs had been killed. Their skins, “pelts” as they called them, now adorned the wall or floor of some hearltess person’s home. He paused for a moment, and then brought his mind back to the deer that he must kill, he was starving. The doe grazed serenely, and stood there alone, without any protection.
He was satisfied, it would not be as difficult as it usually was. He sprung out of the reeds and broke the deer’s neck before she had a chance to run. He feasted on her flesh while the vultures waited for him to leave.
Suddenly, the vultures were no longer there, no living animal was there. Now he realized, this was the end of his life. Moments before, he could’ve died an honorable death, by starving. Now he would shot, killed by one bullet. His fur would be ripped off, and it would be right next to the ones of family.

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2007-07-10T23:03:56Z

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And due to the really low ratings for this absolutely pointless ficlet which I wrote as a comic mockery/ripoff of “OMG”, I shall tell you all once and for all that I know this is ficlet is lacking, let’s see, almost everything except for ACRONYMS !!!!

Vera & Adele: Vera's Story

2007-07-10T22:35:04Z

Vera was born the daughter of a busy entrepaneur and his trophy wife. She was raised to be a CEO herself someday. Private school, a degree in business from Harvard, anything she could want. Her days were filled with vacations to exotic places, private tutors in the summer and her fancy all-girls private school for the rest of the year.

Everything was going well until the day that Vera decided to fight back against her life where creativity was unwanted and not allowed. She left her parents for an independent life. She struggled and struggled working two jobs to save up to college and get a degree in writing. After college she worked in journalism for a minor fashion magazine. She made attempts to get her novels published for another 5 years before she had a minor success in a tragedy she wrote.

Everyday she had second thoughts and worried about the life she had left. Her life was not as simple as Adele’s and jealousy took over her everytime she saw Adele doing her daily chores. How lucky Adele was…