In my folder of creative work I found a bunch of sketches and outlines of stories I hope to write some day. I also found a bunch of intriguing beginnings, just intro scenes or premises really.
1. “Grrrr you’re too perfect!” He snarls and play bites the cap of her shoulder. She squeaks and pokes her pinky into his left dimple. He releases her shoulder and pulls her into the curve of his body. Sleepy Sunday morning. “Don’t spoil me like that, you tyrant.” Her cold big toe trails down the length of his leg that she can reach. His skin rises in a field of goosebumps and he snuggles in closer, holding her small body tightly against his, feeling the warmth of her skin through their pajama shirts.
2. He was sure he would get fired. No question about it, as soon as he asked her if she’d like to come over, he’d earn that familiar look of repugnance and she would fire his ass on the spot. Could she even fire people? Or maybe only Jack could fire people. Maybe she would just call Jack over and have him fire his ass on the spot. He was only a lowly mummy after all. She was a princess. She’d been around for less time than he had, for sure, but she had risen in power ever since she shower up. He only ever laid around in a sarcophagus and occasionally made WooOoooOoo sounds at naive passersby. She would do her demure princess-wave at onlookers, carrying quaint conversations with them, throwing her head back with laughter, flashing her sharp smile with a face unadulterated by bandages. Her sarcophagus was an immobile carriage made of aluminum spray painted gold, in front of a facade of a brilliant party
3. You’re not supposed to become friends. the proving ground will favor you, hide you, help you. but nobody has tried that before. Shapeshifters and the proving grounds
4.She jumps through mirrors. Every time she is terrified, she jumps through a mirror and is suddenly in another setting that is just slightly better than the first. She gets into this habit, and finds that she will jump through a mirror at just the slightest discomfort or even boredom. It is revealed to her later that every time she leaves one setting, the timeline and world contained therein collapses slowly, crumbling, killing every living thing inside it. She is the structural support of the universe that keeps them alive. as soon as she jumps into a new one, it is brought to life, built up around her like a circus tent around the center pole. good things in her life will become missing sometimes in the next world. Everything may be brighter, cleaner, safer, but she doesn’t have her favorite dress. Or one of her siblings. Or her highschool crush. Or her cat. Or her lover. Or her own sanity. It devolves.
5. (My favorite because it was called “ASTRAL PROJECTIONS, TONY!” and is just insane) Tony and Terry would play ball together in the alleyway between their two houses. When I say play ball, I mean they would turn a ball over in their tiny hands and discuss whether its properties were universal truths, as seven year old boys are wont to do.It was lucky that Alexander Graham Bell invented the apigmatic laser when he did, otherwise involuted tesseractic houses would have probably taken a hundred years or more to develop!
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