DWP NO. 073

STORYTELLING WEEK | Day Seven of Seven

You’ve done it! You’ve reached the end of Week Three. You’re amazing!

Today’s Objective

Finish up your 1500-word story, and share the thing in its entirety today, with the group.

Happy Writing!

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  1. “Dei’s First Day” [an excerpt, word count: 152/1595]

    The air smells distinctly of shortbread; their favorite—of their mother’s baked goods. And then an infusion of lavender and a diffusion of something they do not recognize, fills their senses and surrounds them. Looking over their left shoulder, back across the green green grass, toward what looks to be a patch of garden, by a large, decrepit house and its wrapping porch, they walk over toward the buzzing garden. ZZiioozzit. They whip their head around at the sound. “Dei!” they hear ever so softly on the air. Turning, they look down at the top of their right shoulder, toward the sound. A tiny ladybug stands waving its arms, trying to get their attention, “Dei!” “Hi,” Dei begins as they lift their left hand—palm up—up to their shoulder, “would you like to come over here?” The ladybug, “It’s Ladybug,” the ladybug interrupts. “Just Ladybug,” Ladybug corrects. Ladybug quickly scurries onto Dei’s comfortable palm.

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  2. Part II

    Approaching THE VARIANT, a hard reflection of HAIYA appears in the air beside her, a mirror image of her movements and flight pattern. Swooping around, the mirror-replica curves and distorts, flickering a bit as HAIYA breaks out of her smooth arc and drops down onto a large white panel that she spies inexplicably floating along through the air at fifty thousand feet.

    Squatting down, just out of curiosity, but a curiosity she can’t help but satisfy every time she returns to THE VARIANT, she reaches out to examine and trace her fingers along the large crest carved into the ten-foot-wide panel that’s whisking her though the stratosphere. The raw energy pouring from her body subsides in strength and a definitive human form returns as she calmly watches the dainty lines return to the backs of her hands. Just as the tips of her fingers make contact with the carved stone, it gives way, as it always has, and recedes back and off to the side, allowing her to plop down into the entryway of THE VARIANT and providing her entrance to its vast interior facilities.

    THE VARIANT, a constantly updating relic of ancient airship transportation, requires of its guests and clients a high degree of etiquette and sophistication, as is customary. In due course, THE VARIANT also provides a number of courtesy services available prior to accessing the main public spaces. HAIYA makes thoughtful use of the concierge who promptly compels the stewards to assist in the selection of a new, classy, cosmopolitan power suit – an aesthetic she’s never been shy to exploit, and which her “natural” appearance and attitude have helped her to employ with impeccable taste and trend-setting panache. Decent, again (somewhat imposing, in fact,) HAIYA comfortably traverses the halls of THE VARIANT, making her way, by memory, to the thick AMPHITHEATER doors underneath the bow of the ship as the sounds of other voices begins to fade in.

    Even as comfortable as she is soaring through the atmosphere on her own, raw and exposed, the view from within the AMPHITHEATER always takes her breath away. Coasting down the central staircase to her favorite seat in the corner near the front, HAIYA cracks a little smile as she looks down at her sky-stepping feet. The wide-strapped heels she adorns give a colorful pop of crimson to the sight of her bare feet sliding over the fluffy carpet of cirrus clouds passing gently by beneath the purely transparent AMPHITHEATER floor. The whole AMPHITHEATER space, in fact, appears not to appear at all; and, as other members of the SCATTERED file in and down the various transparent staircases, occupied with their own thoughts and conversing genially with one another, it looks to those within as if a small colony of creatures were somehow emerging from thin air and multiplying into a living chandelier of bizarre individuals that coasted through the sky without paying any attention to gravity or the drag of the atmosphere. To an outside observer, of course, the mirror coating of THE VARIANT would simply reflect back at an unknowing observer the confused expression of someone falling through the vast empty sky, oblivious to the significance of THE VARIANT and the SCATTERED who remain to cultivate its resources.

    Settled in her favorite right-edge seat now, and just relaxing into a new awareness of the present moment, HAIYA exhales and closes her eyes. Untold centuries of patience have bloomed within her a profound reserve of accessible calmness, and her ability to perceive and follow numerous audible events simultaneously knows no comparison.

    “안녕! 보고 싶었어!”
    “Je ne peux pas croire que cela se produise maintenant!”
    “Verschwinde von meiner Stelle!”
    “Mùi cá ở đây thế nào?”
    “Oh, shit! I’m not sitting next to her. She’s the hot one, remember? Fuck that.”

    HAIYA smiles to herself, content in knowing that whoever that was, they were not referring to her beauty. But her smile quickly dissolves as the AMPHITHEATER darkens dramatically and she opens her eyes to catch the last of the vast, sprawling, ocean of blue sky as it dims to a pitch black and reveals the angled architecture of the walls, floor, seating and stage of the AMPHITHEATER. A solitary remaining rectangular panel of transparency attracts all of the attention in the room to a focal point beneath the center staging and to a particular visual event unfurling in the atmospheric distance beneath. Three black gashes mar the sky – sickly, dark, dimensional knife wounds to the defenseless bubble of gas surrounding the planet.

    “Are they permanent?” someone inquires aloud.

    Murmurs swell.

    HAIYA closes her eyes.

    Silence.

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  3. Fatty

    Melissa was large, that’s for sure. In most health education books she would be considered obese. She had that smell that comes from rolls of fat piled the one on top of each other, slightly damp and slippery.

    It was a funky odor like damp sneakers, and when she waddled down the hall, you could practically touch the sweat flinging off her bulbous ankles.

    All the boys looked at her and snickered. Phil tried to grab her once for a kiss but just getting close to her mouth made him gag. She was like mushy broccoli left for a long time in the produce cooler. It was sad but that’s what happens when you eat Twinkies.

    Melissa grabbed her science textbook out of her locker. Today was the practice test in Earth Science. Mr. Bennington said he would put them with new partners. Melissa was hoping against hope she would be with James. He was nerdy but nice and very polite. Sadly he was also the brunt of many class jokes because of his foreign accent, foreign to these kids who were country bumpkins and couldn’t understand class.

    James came from Virginia and called every adult sir and ma’am. Once in a while he’d slip up and call the kids in the class sir and ma’am and everybody would hoot with laughter.

    James was not like the other boys. He was the oldest of four and his parents doted on him. His dad was an engineer and his mom was this nice southern lady whoAlways made you feel like you were 1 million bucks, like you were the most important person in the room. It wasn’t like that for Melissa. She was an only child. Who knows where her dad was-he split when she was seven. Her mom was a cocktail waitress and was always exhausted. She also couldn’t understand how Melissa struggled with her weight. She loved to call Melissa Chubby or Ugly or Darling Dumbo.

    At first it was cute but cute is okay when you’re four. It’s not you when you’re 14 and you’re growing these horrible round bouncing things on your chest, tits, boobs, big mamas or whatever you call them.
    Plus all these rolls of fat.True, Melissa did have a weakness for Twinkies and Doritos and Three Muskateer bars and chocolate shakes. But there was no reason to be picked on. Everybody had food favorites and those just happened to be hers.

    Mr. Bennington called the class to order. Crud! Much to Melissa’s horror she got stuck working with Jack. Jack the jock was the biggest asshole, if you’ll pardon the expression, of their entire class. He was cute, he had money, and had all the intelligence and class of a pumpkin. He loved looking up girls’ skirts and trying to pull down their pants and take a snatch at their underwear. He tried once with Melissa but she clunked him over the head with a book and that settled that. She might be fat but no one was going to mess with her.

    Mr. Bennington passed out the quizzes and set up the ground rules: they would work together but they were expected to have different answers for the written portion. At the end of the quiz everybody had to write down their part and what they did but it would be one grade for each partnership. Melissa did not want to work with this jerk. She didn’t want to have anything to do with him. She knew he would spew the conversation with filthy comments about her breasts, about the great sex he was having all the girls he was laying in their class, and how much his dad made.He also was proud of the fact that he smoked pot regularly. What a loser. Really this guy had no redeeming qualities.

    Mr. Bennington walked around the room answering student questions and denying requests for others to go to the restroom. This was a practice exam, he admonished. Even if it’s just a practice test you don’t leave a test to go to the bathroom. That’s not how it’s done in college and you will not be doing this in my classroom.

    Melissa dived in. She loved science,especially Earth science, and found the whole subject fascinating. She squirmed in her seat trying to get comfortable. Yeah she had big hips but plenty of women had big hips. Her mother tried to reassure her that guys actually found girls with big asses attractive. But the seats at school were so uncomfortable. The metal parts dug into her hips and she had frequent black and blue marks all over the place.

    Jack proceeded to practice his farting with his hand under his armpit. Talented, Melissa thought to herself. Now that’s going to get you far. Then he started drawing pictures of tits on his paper. Mr Bennington walked over.

    “Why aren’t you 2 working together? Jack, what’s that that you’ve drawn?” as he quickly scuffed it out and wrote his name over it.

    “I’m just trying to come up with the answer and see if I know how to spell it correctly” Jack lied, pretending to write some science words.

    Mr. Bennington turned to Melissa. “How are you doing? Do you need any help?”
    Melissa was in love with Mr. Bennington. He was about 5 foot eight with medium brown hair and wore these beautiful manly shirts with cute cufflinks and his tie slightly loose around his neck. And on science lab days he would roll up his shirt sleeves and Melissa could see the gorgeous hair on his arms. But what she loved most of all about him was that he was gentle and kind. Best of all, he seemed to sense that she was an object of ridicule in his class. He did his best never to call on her and was quick to punish those who made nasty comments in his class.

    Melissa sighed. Perhaps he wasn’t married. Perhaps one day when she was in the 10th grade he’d ask her out. She could just picture their date. Rumor had it he was gay and had a steady partner but a girl can always hope, right?

    Mr. Bennington told the class they had 10 minutes left to work. Melissa reluctantly spoke to Jack who was busily picking his nose and flinging the mucus at nearby unsuspecting students.

    Jack, you’re really weird, Melissa said quietly under her breath. “Look we have to show him that we actually did work together so what do you want to say in this handout?”

    “ I want to shove my tongue down your throat,” Jack said gleefully hoping to get a rise out of her. Melissa didn’t flinch.

    “Why don’t you meet me at the back exit by the basketball courts after school. We can, you know, see what happens…” His voice trailed off.

    “Sure,” Melissa said, happy to be done with this project with this idiot. “Then let’s go find a really private place and make out. Who knows? You might even score with me. Deal?”

    Jack looked at her in surprise. “Really?”

    “Absolutely. I’ve been wanting to kiss you for the longest time.” She licked her lips and air kissed in his direction.

    She grabbed his paper, quickly made up something about the problems they worked on together, and handed them in.

    “See you later, Romeo,” she said and dashed to her next class.

    At 3:30 Melissa went out the back door by the basketball courts, but Jack was nowhere to be found. She’d even put on her favorite lipstick Royal Robust Red in hopes he’d find her particularly attractive. Finally he appeared along with two of his cronies, Dennis who was in the special education class, was a genius at math, but could barely read second grade work. And Marcus, a biracial kiddo who lived in a gorgeous house in the Highlands. What were they, his witnesses? Melissa wondered.

    “Hi!” said Melissa hoping her sultry voice would be enticing to him.

    “Sup? “ He shot back. He wiped his sweaty hands on his jeans and punched Dennis on the arm. “Well, are you ready?” Melissa could hardly believe he was so unromantic and stupid.

    “Um, are these guys your body guards or are they going to give you pointers?” she shot back.

    Jack shook his head to the left, and the guys left, laughing, cutting across the playing field.

    As he slowly put his arm around her and gently tried to pull her close, Melissa was ready, in fact more than ready.

    “Here,” she said as he moved to try to grab her breasts. “ This is what a real woman smells like.” and flung a soiled sanitary napkin right at him. “You might need this to wipe the stupidity off your face. Now don’t you ever ever insult me again, you stupid son of a bitch.”

    Then turning on a dime, she glided through the back door, head held high, and ambled out to the bus.

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  4. Fatty

    Melissa was large, that’s for sure. In most health education books she would be considered obese. She had that smell that comes from rolls of fat piled the one on top of each other, slightly damp and slippery.

    It was a funky odor like damp sneakers, and when she waddled down the hall, you could practically touch the sweat flinging off her bulbous ankles.

    All the boys looked at her and snickered. Phil tried to grab her once for a kiss but just getting close to her mouth made him gag. She was like mushy broccoli left for a long time in the produce cooler. It was sad but that’s what happens when you eat Twinkies.

    Melissa grabbed her science textbook out of her locker. Today was the practice test in Earth Science. Mr. Bennington said he would put them with new partners. Melissa was hoping against hope she would be with James. He was nerdy but nice and very polite. Sadly he was also the brunt of many class jokes because of his foreign accent, foreign to these kids who were country bumpkins and couldn’t understand class.

    James came from Virginia and called every adult sir and ma’am. Once in a while he’d slip up and call the kids in the class sir and ma’am and everybody would hoot with laughter.

    James was not like the other boys. He was the oldest of four and his parents doted on him. His dad was an engineer and his mom was this nice southern lady whoAlways made you feel like you were 1 million bucks, like you were the most important person in the room. It wasn’t like that for Melissa. She was an only child. Who knows where her dad was-he split when she was seven. Her mom was a cocktail waitress and was always exhausted. She also couldn’t understand how Melissa struggled with her weight. She loved to call Melissa Chubby or Ugly or Darling Dumbo.

    At first it was cute but cute is okay when you’re four. It’s not you when you’re 14 and you’re growing these horrible round bouncing things on your chest, tits, boobs, big mamas or whatever you call them.
    Plus all these rolls of fat.True, Melissa did have a weakness for Twinkies and Doritos and Three Muskateer bars and chocolate shakes. But there was no reason to be picked on. Everybody had food favorites and those just happened to be hers.

    Mr. Bennington called the class to order. Crud! Much to Melissa’s horror she got stuck working with Jack. Jack the jock was the biggest asshole, if you’ll pardon the expression, of their entire class. He was cute, he had money, and had all the intelligence and class of a pumpkin. He loved looking up girls’ skirts and trying to pull down their pants and take a snatch at their underwear. He tried once with Melissa but she clunked him over the head with a book and that settled that. She might be fat but no one was going to mess with her.

    Mr. Bennington passed out the quizzes and set up the ground rules: they would work together but they were expected to have different answers for the written portion. At the end of the quiz everybody had to write down their part and what they did but it would be one grade for each partnership. Melissa did not want to work with this jerk. She didn’t want to have anything to do with him. She knew he would spew the conversation with filthy comments about her breasts, about the great sex he was having all the girls he was laying in their class, and how much his dad made.He also was proud of the fact that he smoked pot regularly. What a loser. Really this guy had no redeeming qualities.

    Mr. Bennington walked around the room answering student questions and denying requests for others to go to the restroom. This was a practice exam, he admonished. Even if it’s just a practice test you don’t leave a test to go to the bathroom. That’s not how it’s done in college and you will not be doing this in my classroom.

    Melissa dived in. She loved science,especially Earth science, and found the whole subject fascinating. She squirmed in her seat trying to get comfortable. Yeah she had big hips but plenty of women had big hips. Her mother tried to reassure her that guys actually found girls with big asses attractive. But the seats at school were so uncomfortable. The metal parts dug into her hips and she had frequent black and blue marks all over the place.

    Jack proceeded to practice his farting with his hand under his armpit. Talented, Melissa thought to herself. Now that’s going to get you far. Then he started drawing pictures of tits on his paper. Mr Bennington walked over.

    “Why aren’t you 2 working together? Jack, what’s that that you’ve drawn?” as he quickly scuffed it out and wrote his name over it.

    “I’m just trying to come up with the answer and see if I know how to spell it correctly” Jack lied, pretending to write some science words.

    Mr. Bennington turned to Melissa. “How are you doing? Do you need any help?”
    Melissa was in love with Mr. Bennington. He was about 5 foot eight with medium brown hair and wore these beautiful manly shirts with cute cufflinks and his tie slightly loose around his neck. And on science lab days he would roll up his shirt sleeves and Melissa could see the gorgeous hair on his arms. But what she loved most of all about him was that he was gentle and kind. Best of all, he seemed to sense that she was an object of ridicule in his class. He did his best never to call on her and was quick to punish those who made nasty comments in his class.

    Melissa sighed. Perhaps he wasn’t married. Perhaps one day when she was in the 10th grade he’d ask her out. She could just picture their date. Rumor had it he was gay and had a steady partner but a girl can always hope, right?

    Mr. Bennington told the class they had 10 minutes left to work. Melissa reluctantly spoke to Jack who was busily picking his nose and flinging the mucus at nearby unsuspecting students.

    Jack, you’re really weird, Melissa said quietly under her breath. “Look we have to show him that we actually did work together so what do you want to say in this handout?”

    “ I want to shove my tongue down your throat,” Jack said gleefully hoping to get a rise out of her. Melissa didn’t flinch.

    “Why don’t you meet me at the back exit by the basketball courts after school. We can, you know, see what happens…” His voice trailed off.

    “Sure,” Melissa said, happy to be done with this project with this idiot. “Then let’s go find a really private place and make out. Who knows? You might even score with me. Deal?”

    Jack looked at her in surprise. “Really?”

    “Absolutely. I’ve been wanting to kiss you for the longest time.” She licked her lips and air kissed in his direction.

    She grabbed his paper, quickly made up something about the problems they worked on together, and handed them in.

    “See you later, Romeo,” she said and dashed to her next class.

    At 3:30 Melissa went out the back door by the basketball courts, but Jack was nowhere to be found. She’d even put on her favorite lipstick Royal Robust Red in hopes he’d find her particularly attractive. Finally he appeared along with two of his cronies, Dennis who was in the special education class, was a genius at math, but could barely read second grade work. And Marcus, a biracial kiddo who lived in a gorgeous house in the Highlands. What were they, his witnesses? Melissa wondered.

    “Hi!” said Melissa hoping her sultry voice would be enticing to him.

    “Sup? “ He shot back. He wiped his sweaty hands on his jeans and punched Dennis on the arm. “Well, are you ready?” Melissa could hardly believe he was so unromantic and stupid.

    “Um, are these guys your body guards or are they going to give you pointers?” she shot back.

    Jack shook his head to the left, and the guys left, laughing, cutting across the playing field.

    As he slowly put his arm around her and gently tried to pull her close, Melissa was ready, in fact more than ready.

    “Here,” she said as he moved to try to grab her breasts. “ This is what a real woman smells like.” and flung a soiled sanitary napkin right at him. “You might need this to wipe the stupidity off your face. Now don’t you ever ever insult me again, you stupid son of a bitch.”

    Then turning on a dime, she glided through the back door, head held high, and ambled out to the bus.

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