I am starting to do a short story blog as an outlet for my writing when not working on my trilogy, The Thornless Rose. Please feel free to leave constructive criticism or any other comments you would like. Yes, this is a draft and yes, it is not perfect.
“Here I am again on a Friday night, alone and starving. God, what is wrong with me?” I asked towards the ceiling, never knowing if the big man upstairs ever heard me or not. I mean Phil, not God.
Phil is in the apartment above me. God, on the other hand, hadn’t bothered to say anything to me since Mom and Dad divorced. They forgot about each other. And me. The only person who was ever there for me was Aunt Jeanie, my mom’s sister. She taught me to believe in myself and how to have a sorta healthy relationships with other people. It was only by the grace of her that I managed to have anything resembling a childhood. My aunt also helped me get into a decent college, far away from my parents.
I looked at a picture of her and sighed. I missed her. I missed being around her and her yoga friends. They always knew how to have a good time and ate amazing food.
A large growl came from my abdomen.
“Fine,” I said, poking my flubby gut. Looking through my papers on the table, I saw a flyer I didn’t recognize. The graffiti art styled letters spelled out Polka Pizza Palace and I laughed. Who would name their pizza shop that?
I dialed the number on my cell and waited for someone to answer.
“Yeah?” The gruff voice made me leery about continuing the conversation, but I was just too lazy to put on pants to go out.
“I want to order a medium pizza with pineapple and anchovies and extra cheese.” I waited for the guy to give me the total.
“We’ll be there in 15 minutes. Be ready,” a wispy voice said and hung up.
“Ok, that was weird,” I said to myself as I sat down. They didn’t even give me a total. Luckily, I had a twenty dollar bill on me, so I was set. After getting comfy on the couch, I got started on a new anime called Fairy Tail. It’s about wizards and magic, right up my ally.
As the ending theme song started playing, I heard a knock at the door.
“Hel…” A large hand grabbed and scooped me up in the air. I landed on something soft and squishy. My eyes were trying desperately to adjust to the darkness outside, but my head was covered before I could tell who had kidnapped me out of my apartment.
“We got another one.” I heard the same gruff voice from the phone.
“Maybe, but we won’t know until we get her back to the shop,” a sweet honeydew voice said as I felt a hand pet my head.
“Another what?” I asked, trying not to panic. The bag over my head came off and I plastered myself to the wall of the van we were riding in. My eyes, trying to adjust to the darkness, were playing tricks on me. I cocked my head and tried to focus what was in front of me, a dog? No, not a dog, but also not completely human either.
“Another human. Null thinks you are just a human, but I think you are more. You used the secret passcode.”
“Secret passcode?” I had no idea what these freaks were talking about and I started to feel dizzy. A smell of peppermint and dirt filled my nose.
“What human orders pineapple and anchovies?” The female looking one moved a little closer to me. I could almost make out her features. They looked like were wearing bad werewolf makeup and an Anime costume.
“This one, obviously, Dalla. She isn’t one of us. I think we should wipe her memory and ditch her.”
“No, Null. Mystail said to bring her to the shop and that’s what we are doing. Besides, I have a good feeling about this one.” Her eyes fixed on me and made me more nervous.
“What are you mistaking me for?” I tried to see out the front window to gauge where we were in town. The next chance I had, I was going to escape from these weirdos.
“No mistake, Roslyn. You’re a Morgie. You just don’t know it yet,” Dalla said and petted my hair again.