Historical Fiction!
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unavoidedcrisis
Okay, not historical fiction in the way you'd think about it, but fiction I typed up in history class.
Title: The Show Must Go On
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unavoidedcrisis, me!
Rating: PG-13, because I think it's kinda creepy.
Summary: A girl onstage on opening night. Poor girl was not expecting this.
'The play's the thing,' he whispered in her ear. She shuddered and steeled herself. Her cue approached and she walked confidently on to the stage. Her line was on the tip of the tongue but when she, under the glare of the lights, caught her first glance of the crowd she was playing to, she froze.
Human skeletons filled every plush red seat. None of the other actors seemed to even notice. They were all looking expectantly at her.
'I-I-I-I just don't know,' was all she could manage. She couldn't tear her eyes from the front row. The skeletons were dressed in fine evening wear- top hats and tails, long dresses and jewels.
Suddenly feeling like she would vomit, she rushed offstage. She couldn't hold the burning tears of fear and disgust back. The show ended swiftly, but she heard no clapping. She laughed nervously when the phrase 'silent as a tomb' echoed through her head unbidden. The actors filed off the stage, tossing her poison looks.
The stage manager jammed a script into her hands. 'Learn it,' she hissed. She was not impressed.
'The show must go on.'
She couldn't help feeling she hadn't done anything wrong...
My mama told me the one of the most upsetting things a mother can say to her daughter. Ever. I think I've for the most part recovered, but it still makes me feel awkward when I remember. I told her that I'm no longer a virgin.
Her response?
Now keep in my this is MY mother. My overreactive, freaks out about everything mother. I prepped her for five minutes before I said anything. 'Mama are you sitting down? Mama are you alone in the room?'
You know what she said to me?
'Oh I'm so happy! I'm so proud of you! How was it?'
AUGH.
She's not supposed to ask how it was! That's terribly distressing.
Title: The Show Must Go On
Author:
unavoidedcrisis, me!Rating: PG-13, because I think it's kinda creepy.
Summary: A girl onstage on opening night. Poor girl was not expecting this.
'The play's the thing,' he whispered in her ear. She shuddered and steeled herself. Her cue approached and she walked confidently on to the stage. Her line was on the tip of the tongue but when she, under the glare of the lights, caught her first glance of the crowd she was playing to, she froze.
Human skeletons filled every plush red seat. None of the other actors seemed to even notice. They were all looking expectantly at her.
'I-I-I-I just don't know,' was all she could manage. She couldn't tear her eyes from the front row. The skeletons were dressed in fine evening wear- top hats and tails, long dresses and jewels.
Suddenly feeling like she would vomit, she rushed offstage. She couldn't hold the burning tears of fear and disgust back. The show ended swiftly, but she heard no clapping. She laughed nervously when the phrase 'silent as a tomb' echoed through her head unbidden. The actors filed off the stage, tossing her poison looks.
The stage manager jammed a script into her hands. 'Learn it,' she hissed. She was not impressed.
'The show must go on.'
She couldn't help feeling she hadn't done anything wrong...
My mama told me the one of the most upsetting things a mother can say to her daughter. Ever. I think I've for the most part recovered, but it still makes me feel awkward when I remember. I told her that I'm no longer a virgin.
Her response?
Now keep in my this is MY mother. My overreactive, freaks out about everything mother. I prepped her for five minutes before I said anything. 'Mama are you sitting down? Mama are you alone in the room?'
You know what she said to me?
'Oh I'm so happy! I'm so proud of you! How was it?'
AUGH.
She's not supposed to ask how it was! That's terribly distressing.