Some people might be wondering why I’m posting two stories, two days in a row, in the same week. There’s an interesting behind it, actually. You might have noticed I posted a day later than usual this week. That is because I’ve gone to my aunt’s house to visit with relatives the past two nights as soon as I got home from work. So, I didn’t have my computer with me Wednesday night to check the blog and write my story. I tried to, though. Unfortunatly, my Google search for Rochelle’s blog gave me an old post instead of this weeks, so I didn’t realize until after I had written my story for this week that the picture was from back in November. But, the story was written, and I liked it, so I wanted to post it anyway. Luckily, this happened the same week as my 10th story, so I decided to use it as an impromptu celebration
I don’t have much of a intro for this week’s story. But, I am pleased to announce that today is my 10th Friday Fictioneers! I admit, it hasn’t been ten consecutive weeks, but it was none the less ten weeks total of stories in exactly 100 words. It has been great, and I hope to be with you all for many weeks to come. 🙂
I’m not sure what to say about my Friday Fictioneers story this week, exactly. It’s a weird one, though. That much I can be sure of. I can also say that I was slightly amused by the fact it was a picture of a goat. I hope you enjoy it. 🙂
A Goat in the Graveyard
“Why is that goat in the graveyard, Mama?”
“It is Mr. Carson’s goat, dear. He is always there.”
“But why, Mama?”
”Who is Mr. Carson, Mama?”
“He was the local grocer.”
“Does he butcher the meat himself?”
“No. He never got along with the butcher, so he stopped selling and eating his meat”
“Then why does he have a goat?”
“He stole it when it was a baby, and it always came back to him afterwards.”
“Why did he steal it?”
“I’ll tell you when you’re older.”
“And why did it come back to him?
“He was thankful.”
Once again, my dears, it is time for my story for Friday Fictioneers (whoo for accidental rhyming)! With the two FF stories I have read so far for this week both being inspired by the Fourth of July, I feel a bit out of place. But, I still feel as if it is relevant. After all, anyone living in central PA is probably aware of how much rain we’ve been getting, and hoe many flood watches there have been. I, personally, have no experience with evacuation (thank God), but have gotten pretty close to having to be during some of the hurricanes the past few years. U cannot imagine having to leave my home because of a natural disaster, but the sacrifices that such evacuations sometimes lead to are even harder to comprehend. With that, I leave you with my story, and hope you enjoy it, as well as wishing all Americans who read my post a very happy American Independence day!
I haven’t done one of these for a while. I hope to get back into the habit, if I can. I stopped because I ran out of characters whom I felt were important enough to interview. But, as I am starting a new novel for Camp NaNo today, and am also discovering new characters in the universe of my first novel, as I have a few pages written in the sequel, I feel I have many more characters I can explore now. Before I get to them, though, I want to interview a character who had already gotten the spotlight, but has recently gone through a transformation in the universe my friend and I have contained within Skype, even if his canonical transformation is a long way off, and may not even be mentioned (it will happen, though, to a lesser extent!) So, may I again introduce Lieutenant Charlemagne of the seventh district of Hael!
Hello, Charlemagne. How are you?
I am well.
That is good. Would you like to fill the nice readers in on what has happened since you were last interviewed?
Well…I…I hurt Sokola, and I was punished for it…
But then…Abbi began to visit me. She was kind to me, and believed I could change. She listened to me as I sat and spoke of my regrets, of how much I hated my past actions and wished I could take them back. And…she encouraged my change of heart. She visited me day in and day out, speaking with me and encouraging me… And we began to fall for each other.
Aw~! Does Charlie have a girlfriend? :3
Well…yes. Abbi and I are in love. With her, I feel as if nothing else matters but her. I wish to protect her and love her, and I am happy to simply lie beside her and talk, or even just look upon her lovingly. I have never felt this way before. Love…I do not believe I ever truly learned what it was. I use to only care about the physical aspects, and the feeling of power. But…now that I have been reduced to a powerless state, I have realized I do not need it…either of them… I can allow myself to be vulnerable without fear, and be weak and speak sweet words to Abbi… And I do not want to feel power over her. I want us to be equals. I believe I would prefer death to overpowering Abbi, even accidentally, the way I use to do to my officers.
And how is your relationship with your officers, by the way?
[shakes head] We do not speak, usually. They are not happy with…my current state, and find it sickening the way I have fallen utterly for Abbi. Zurina has left the other two, so I have not spoken with heer for quite some time. But the other two…Jenneth desires to hurt Abbi, for some reason, and Bianca does little to stop her unless she is completely over the top. I do not wish to speak with them at all anymore, if I can help it.
Alright. :3 Since I like the sweet look you get on your face, let’s talk about Abbi some more. Do you two have any plans for the future?
Well…she would like to be wed. I do not understand it much, but Vaughn and Aria have gotten married, and it seems to be working for them, so I suppose I can try it, as well. I know it will make Abbi very happy. And…I would like to have children with her. Though I have never thought of having my own offspring, I do enjoy children. And, I now have a woman whom I would enjoy having mother them. But…if Abbi would prefer not to, I will not force her.
Charlie! Stop being so cute! People are going to be confused by how much you’ve changed.
No, no. It’s fine. Any ideas what you would name the children?
I…I do not know… I have not put much thought into it until recently. Perhaps…if Abbi and I reach that point in our relationship, we can discuss it together. I would possibly like to give them names like those from her world, however. Perhaps name them for her friends, since I have so few I would wish to admit to being acquainted with now to name children after.
Okay. So, how do you feel about sleeping with a goddess?
Please, do not be deceptive. Abbi and I are not to that level of intimacy just yet, and I would prefer not to have others believe we are. They might believe I am reverting back to my former ways.
Okay. How do you feel about sleeping beside a goddess?
Well, she has not ascended yet. She still has to beat her goddess first. And…she wishes to wait until after we are wed to fully ascend, even so… But, I find it very fitting. She has come into my life and cleansed my soul and life the way that many believe that only a deity may. And, I am very thankful to her for it. I know she does not want them to, but…I would like any children we may have to at least recognize their mother’s status as a goddess, even if it may be strange for them to outright worship her. Miceli…I am not sure how I would feel about my children following him, and I am not sure if they may worship Odelia, being as they would be demons, albeit two different types. So, I wish to encourage them to follow the deities of Abbi’s world.
Now…not to be a downer, but…what would you do if Arazdori would win her and Abbi’s battle?
She will not.
I know that we are all hoping Abbi will win, but…we must be realistic. It is still a possibility.
No, Abbi will win. She must. If Abbi were not by my side…I do not believe I would be able to go on. She has become my life, my world. After being punished for my past sins, I had nothing. I no longer wished to associate with my forcer life, as anything that still lasted from that would only drag me down and remind me continually of how evil I use to be. But, my actions caused any possibility to create a new life on my own to be impossible. I had hurt too many people to be able to earn the trust of anyone who could lead to worthwhile aspirations. So, I had no choice but to sit in my room and sulk while the young girl assigned to aid me in my healing, Matilda, scurried around trying to at least keep me alive and well. Abbi gave me reasons to live, and has been helping me make amends, and show everyone that I have changed. Even though I have made acquaintances of many who formerly hated me, and have others who believe I will do good things now, I would feel as if I had nothing if Abbi was taken from me. Please…please tell me she will me alright. 😦
Don’t worry. We would hate for anything to happen to her just as much as you do. But, I feel thart is a good place to stop. Any last words before I close up?
Abbi…I love you deeply, but I hope my words do not make you feel as if you must stay with me. If ever you feel you no longer love me, and wish to leave me for someone of a more suitable age, I would understand. Still, I am glad you are with me. Let us always be happy together, and for us both to live for a long, long time, deeply in love. I love you, my goddess. I hope I may one day feel as worthy of your love as you believe me to be. 🙂