Dusky
Succubus
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Author's Note
In the spirit of Halloween I've finally begun working on a short story that I've had the idea of for a while. This is just the first bit of it; it's definitely not finished. But I like it, and I'm excited about it, and I would welcome some feedback! I'm currently having a little trouble figuring out where I'm going with it. ^^; I also struggle to write in past tense, but the last few lines just don't ring quite the same way in present!
Some questions:
Does this come off as 3edgy5u?
Is Nicole's bland character off-putting, or does it help to accentuate the real star of the story, Chalice?
Does Chalice's mom's methodology seem believably bizarre, or contrived and outlandish?
Do you have an idea of the characters' ages? It's never really stated, but I hoped dialogue would get it across.
Lessee, these people might not mind giving me feedback?
@Silvertongued @Bone2pick @Grey @QuestingBeast @JayTee @Killigrew @simj22
I'm probably forgetting people whose advice I'd solicit so I'll just... be tagging more down the line.
I Could Do Better
Nicole didn’t like this time of year. The red paint, the cardboard knives - they all seemed to mock those who had known the real thing. What was more, her best friend Chalice always got grumpy when the leaves began to fall.
“Who the hell names their child Chalice, anyway?”
Nicole patiently listened to her friend rant, nodding sympathetically.
Chalice rolled her eyes and continued. “You think I could get a DNA test and find my dad? God, my mom was a fuck up.”
That’s an understatement, Nicole thought, but she would never say so aloud. “Maybe,” she hummed.
“All over TV screens. I didn’t even find out from a fucking human being, I just saw her on the news.” Chalice adopted a high, nasally voice. “‘Ruby Montgomery is the Tickle Monster.’ You know what? That’s the worst part.”
Nicole sat quietly, then realized Chalice was looking at her, waiting for a response. “What’s the worst part?”
Grinning mirthlessly, Chalice continued. “Well it wasn’t finding out from the TV. It wasn’t even the way people treated me at school. It wasn’t even finding out my mother was a serial killer. It was her fucking nickname.”
Nicole squirmed with discomfort. Chalice glanced at her and almost looked amused. “What? My mom’s a serial killer. You remember that. It’s not like it’s news to you.”
“N-no, I know,” Nicole stammered. “It’s just… it was a while ago and…”
Chalice snorted. “Yeah, yeah. Five years. But the anniversary’s coming up.”
For a moment, Nicole thought she was done, but then the mad glint came back to her friend’s eye.
“The Tickle Monster. The Tickle Monster. She broke into people’s homes, tickled them senseless, then cut their throats. The last thing any of her victims did was laugh at her. She was a joke.” Abruptly, Chalice stopped wearing her bedroom floor down with energized pacing and stood in front of the black window, staring at the night. She muttered something under her breath and Nicole almost stopped breathing.
“What?” Nicole asked timorously.
Chalice shook her head. “Nothing.”
But Nicole heard her. She was sure she heard her say, “I could do better.”
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Author's Note
In the spirit of Halloween I've finally begun working on a short story that I've had the idea of for a while. This is just the first bit of it; it's definitely not finished. But I like it, and I'm excited about it, and I would welcome some feedback! I'm currently having a little trouble figuring out where I'm going with it. ^^; I also struggle to write in past tense, but the last few lines just don't ring quite the same way in present!
Some questions:
Does this come off as 3edgy5u?
Is Nicole's bland character off-putting, or does it help to accentuate the real star of the story, Chalice?
Does Chalice's mom's methodology seem believably bizarre, or contrived and outlandish?
Do you have an idea of the characters' ages? It's never really stated, but I hoped dialogue would get it across.
Lessee, these people might not mind giving me feedback?
@Silvertongued @Bone2pick @Grey @QuestingBeast @JayTee @Killigrew @simj22
I'm probably forgetting people whose advice I'd solicit so I'll just... be tagging more down the line.
I Could Do Better
Nicole didn’t like this time of year. The red paint, the cardboard knives - they all seemed to mock those who had known the real thing. What was more, her best friend Chalice always got grumpy when the leaves began to fall.
“Who the hell names their child Chalice, anyway?”
Nicole patiently listened to her friend rant, nodding sympathetically.
Chalice rolled her eyes and continued. “You think I could get a DNA test and find my dad? God, my mom was a fuck up.”
That’s an understatement, Nicole thought, but she would never say so aloud. “Maybe,” she hummed.
“All over TV screens. I didn’t even find out from a fucking human being, I just saw her on the news.” Chalice adopted a high, nasally voice. “‘Ruby Montgomery is the Tickle Monster.’ You know what? That’s the worst part.”
Nicole sat quietly, then realized Chalice was looking at her, waiting for a response. “What’s the worst part?”
Grinning mirthlessly, Chalice continued. “Well it wasn’t finding out from the TV. It wasn’t even the way people treated me at school. It wasn’t even finding out my mother was a serial killer. It was her fucking nickname.”
Nicole squirmed with discomfort. Chalice glanced at her and almost looked amused. “What? My mom’s a serial killer. You remember that. It’s not like it’s news to you.”
“N-no, I know,” Nicole stammered. “It’s just… it was a while ago and…”
Chalice snorted. “Yeah, yeah. Five years. But the anniversary’s coming up.”
For a moment, Nicole thought she was done, but then the mad glint came back to her friend’s eye.
“The Tickle Monster. The Tickle Monster. She broke into people’s homes, tickled them senseless, then cut their throats. The last thing any of her victims did was laugh at her. She was a joke.” Abruptly, Chalice stopped wearing her bedroom floor down with energized pacing and stood in front of the black window, staring at the night. She muttered something under her breath and Nicole almost stopped breathing.
“What?” Nicole asked timorously.
Chalice shook her head. “Nothing.”
But Nicole heard her. She was sure she heard her say, “I could do better.”