Each Tuesday, rather than a POSSIBLY
IRRITATING ESSAY, I'd like to both challenge you and lend a helping hand. I
generate more speculative and teen story ideas than I can ever use. My family
rolls its collective eyes when I say, "Hang on a second! I just have to
write down this idea..." Here, I'll include the initial inspiration
(quote, website, podcast, etc.) and then a thought or two that came to mind.
These will simply be seeds -- plant, nurture, fertilize, chemically treat,
irradiate, test or stress them as you see fit. I only ask if you let me know if
anything comes of them.
H Trope: The
Adjectival Man
Current Event: http://ktla.com/2013/08/08/suspect-in-murder-of-fontana-father-commits-suicide/#axzz2dD6in844
Ajdin Paixão shook
his head and said, “Are you sure we should be here?”
Magdalena Aggrawal made
a face – as if she’d accidentally bitten into an orange that had been sitting
on a warm shelf in a closed refrigerator for three weeks. “’course. You
afraid?”
“Yes. Very.”
Magdalena – who did NOT go by “Maggie, Meg, or any other American
abbreviation of my name” – shook her head. “What’s the worst thing that can
happen?”
“The worst? It turns out that The Creeping Man is real and he’s mad at us
for spying on his private life.”
Magdalena snorted. “It’s not like he can run us down. That’s why he’s
called The Creeping Man.”
Ajdin glanced to either side then lifted his chin at the clean, dark lab in
front of them. “It’s not like monsters usually inhabit science labs. They’re
more associated with dungeons with dripping water and cobwebs.”
She snorted again, “This might as well be a dungeon. I don’t think I’ve
seen a bar or restaurant since we started school.”
His voice lowered as he muttered, “Not like I haven’t tried...”
She slugged him just as the sound of a heavy object, like a refrigerator or
a filing cabinet ground loudly across the plastic sealed concrete floor. Filing
cabinets having gone extinct decades earlier – even their fossil-of-a-professor
only had two in his office – that left only one of the lab’s six refrigerators.
Magdalena whispered, “He lives under a refrigerator?”
“If you were The
Creeping Man, where would you live?”
“In a penthouse
apartment?”
“That would make
Creeping really difficult, don’t you think?”
“Shut up!” she
stood up, peering over the lab table, Ajdin mirroring her every move.
The Creeping Man
saw them the instant they saw him. He was emerging from under a fridge which
was tipped back as if it was glued to the trapdoor The Creeping Man held up
with one hand. He squeaked a wet, gargled exclamation, lurching forward,
releasing the trapdoor with the refrigerator attached to it.
It slammed down,
cutting him in half, spattering blood and entrails and gore on to the
refrigerator’s white surface and across the gray floor.
Magdalena
screamed, “We killed him!” Ajdin stared then gagged as The Creeping Man – or
rather half of him – began to creep across the lab’s floor toward them…
Names: ♀
Liechtenstein, Portugal; ♂ Bosnia/Herzegovina, India
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