Short Story.   Posted by LordK.Group: 0
FriedEggJellyFish
 player, 26 posts
Sat 11 Nov 2017
at 02:19
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Berlinda was confused by how fire came from no source or light the candles, or how the van turned into a tunnel into this room, or how the food regenerated, but Berlinda forgot about it in her hunger and exhaustion. She ate her fill and she didn't realize until she woke up how tired she was. When she thought back, she couldn't remember when she actually looked forward to sleep nor actually slept as safety and soundly as she did. The morning, she caught a glimpse of herself in a sword affixed to the wall. In just a few hours, her grey skin became a beautiful and delicate brown accustomed to her Hispanic heritage. Her eyes returned to their normal color but her hair was still crusty and tangled where the bathroom water couldn't clean the vomit out. She never considered herself attractive or even good-looking but with her skin somehow returning to a color she hasn't seen in years and her eyes not reflecting malnourishment she actually looked slightly... pretty. She felt a foreign emotion rise in her throat. Berlinda marveled at herself and tried to put her name to her face. It didn't feel right.

Maybe I can have a new name. Berlinda thought.

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SockMonkey
 player, 17 posts
Sat 11 Nov 2017
at 16:40
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Just as the thought filled her mind, the table suddenly flooded with food. The delicious scent of waffles, pancakes, orange juice, syrup, jam, and toast filled the room. Fortunately for Berlinda, this meal was accompanied with a crisp white plate, spoon, fork, knife, and even a large stack of napkins. She had never seen so much food before in her life. Her stomach rumbled letting her know that she was hungry, regardless of the large meal she had just last night. She reached for the food, prepared to stuff her face with another large meal when the food suddenly dissapeared.
"I have never seen a girl with such terrible manners,"

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FriedEggJellyFish
 player, 27 posts
Sat 11 Nov 2017
at 20:24
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Berlinda was confused. Manners? When eating? Does he mean like don't talk and eat? "I don't understand." Berlinda said to the voice.

...wait. WHAT?!?!?! Berlinda's mind exploded. That food just was there and disappeared. Maybe her mind that is grounded with reality was nourished yesterday so now it was understanding the impossibleness of this entire situation. Berlinda started to feel panic arise when it should have yesterday when the nose disappeared.

"Oh no, ohohohohoh, no I am dreaming, oh that is what it is, Berlinda, just a dream."
LordK
 GM, 15 posts
Sat 11 Nov 2017
at 23:54
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"Didn't anyone ever tell you not to get into a stranger's car?"  A whimsical laugh echoed through the room.

"You will work... then eat.  Scrub the floor."  A soapy bucket filled with water and a brush appeared on the floor.

Berlinda's heart sunk.  Here she had hoped and gambled and it seemed lost.  Was this to be her fate?  Slave to some unknown voice?
SockMonkey
 player, 18 posts
Sun 12 Nov 2017
at 17:47
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     She did as the voice said, scrubbing the pitch black floor when she noticed it wasn't even tiniest bit filthy at all. She heard the voice laughing again and she became angry.
     "Is this why brought me here? So you could laugh at me and make me your plaything?" The laughing died down a bit and apologized. Berlinda was rather confused by this.
     "No, my darling,-hehe- Sorry for frightening you, I just wanted to pull a little prank. No harm done," Berlinda glared at the wall and got off the floor. The bucket and brush disappeared and in the corner of the room a door appeared. "Seriously though, child, you need some manners. I will teach you, but after you clean yourself up. You reek," Berlinda was slightly offended by this comment, but went through the door where she was to "clean herself up". Inside she found the most luxurious bathroom that she had even thought possible. There was a larger marble bathtub with a shower inside it that seemed it could fit ten people easily. There was an unimaginable amount of top-notch soaps, beauty products, and hair supplies. There was a three level shelf next to the sink and on the top there was a towel so soft it felt like Berlinda was touching clouds. Below it there was a vibrantly colored silk gown, panties, bra and slippers. The colors reminded her of her Hispanic heritage, and for once, she did not mind being reminded. On the third shelf there was large, elegant, gold earrings and a thick gold bracelet. Berlinda was in awe of all the amazing things there, and it made her feel jealous that she did not own hardly any of these things for herself. She turned on the shower and felt the softest, most perfectly warm temperature of water. She was about to take off her clothes and get in when she remembered the voice.
     "Don't worry child, I would never spy on a skimpy thing like you." The voice said, reading her mind. Although Berlinda found the last part of her comment to be extremely rude, she sighed in relief and proceeded to undress and hop in the shower. She must have spent hours scrubbing off layers of dirt with lovely scented soaps, combing through her hair with smooth shampoos and conditioners, and shaving inch long hairs off with sharp, close cutting razors. Surprisingly, she never cut herself. When she was done she felt more refreshed than she ever had in her entire life. She wrapped herself in the warm, fuzzy towel and dried off. She stared at herself in the mirror, and for the second time while here, and probably the second time in her entire life, she liked what she saw. As she brushed her hair out and dried it with the hairdryer she noticed the rich, chocolaty-smooth color that was often seen on models in shampoo commercials. When she was finally fully dressed in the new clothes and jewelry, she felt lighter than a cloud. She smiled at her reflection and noticed how straight and white her teeth naturally were. She felt like a real-life Cinderella, but hoped that she would never have to go back to the poor and filthy way she was.
     "Stop gazing at yourself in the mirror, it is creepy and narcissistic." Of course the moment was ruined by the voice. "I have been waiting for three hours for you to be done! Aren't you hungry?" Berlinda suddenly remembered her starving stomach and she raced out to the other room. The bathroom door behind her disappeared and when she arrived in the other room, there was no food on the table.
FriedEggJellyFish
 player, 28 posts
Sun 12 Nov 2017
at 18:00
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Berlinda looked at the table that was empty. Her heart, and stomach, sank. She heard a pensive tapping. She looked around the room and said nothing. The tapping became more irritated.

"Sir-ma'am- person," Berlinda began, "where is the food?"

The tapping stopped. Berlinda nor the other voice said anything. "Si-"

The person covered in a cowl and completely clothed in black appeared in the room. His or her arms were moving ridiculously and their head was moving with them. "YOU ARE THE MOST HORRIBLE TRAINED GIRL EVER! THAT MUCH SOAP AND STUFF WOULD HAVE COST LITERALLY A MILLION DOLLORS IF I WENT OUT AND BOUGHT EVERTHING! DO YOU NEVER SAY THANK YOU? DO YOU NEVER EXCUSE YOURSELF OR SAY PLEASE? HOW WHERE YOU BROUGHT UP? AS A GANGSTER?"
SockMonkey
 player, 19 posts
Sun 12 Nov 2017
at 21:38
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Berlinda was shocked, she hadn't even realized how rude she was being. Here, there was a person who was giving her good food, nice, new clothes, a warm bed, a shower, soaps and much more. Many of those things Berlinda's own family did not even provide for her, but Berlinda was not even polite enough to say thank you. She felt a strong feeling of guilt and shame rise in her chest. She felt she should say sorry, but knew that it couldn't possibly be enough. Berlinda fell silent.
     "Now that you realize your wrongs, eat up," The voice said, and the food appeared on the table

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FriedEggJellyFish
 player, 29 posts
Sat 18 Nov 2017
at 20:46
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She turned to thank the person but they were already gone. She eagerly but solemnly ate the food provided to her. It was delicious. Once she was done, the food disappeared.

"Good." Said the voice. "Now time for why you came here. But first you have to train."
SockMonkey
 player, 20 posts
Wed 22 Nov 2017
at 00:36
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Berlinda was confused by what The Voice meant by this, Did it mean that she was going to become a soldier or something? That she had to train until she dropped?
     The Voice laughed, surprising Berlinda. "You are a rather peculiar child. No, you are training for why you came here: Revenge," Berlinda did not know what the voice meant by this. How would she train for Revenge, with a capital 'r'?
FriedEggJellyFish
 player, 30 posts
Wed 22 Nov 2017
at 00:49
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"And I thought you were smart, or at least decently educated." The voice said.

Great, now they can read my mind. Berlinda thought.

"Yes, I have always been able to read your mind, however I am not a 'they.' Anyway, to work." The voice said. A door appeared at the end of the room. It was a heavy metal door with no handle, only a large, plain knocker. The figure appeared in the room again and walked to the door; it opened automatically. Berlinda walked and followed the figure, but before she could go through the door, it closed flat in her face.

"HA!" A voice called out. "How do you like it?"
SockMonkey
 player, 21 posts
Thu 23 Nov 2017
at 04:23
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"Not very much if you are asking me," Berlinda replied, frowning at the door.
     "Who else would I be asking, child? The wall over there?"
FriedEggJellyFish
 player, 31 posts
Thu 23 Nov 2017
at 18:04
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Berlinda flushed in embarrassment. "I-I-"

"Ok. I guess we can't start training yet. You have to be educated first."
LordK
 GM, 16 posts
Fri 24 Nov 2017
at 16:13
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Time had no meaning here.  She felt like she woke, worked, ate, slept, but they washed into each other and she lost track.  Her benefactor wasn't so bad, considering Berlinda's history with authority figures.  She did have a mean steak though and never let Berlinda get too comfortable.

Then one day, something changed.  "It's time."  Was all the notice she received and she was suddenly dumped back home.  The sky was still grey.  The weather still cold.  She was on the same street and saw a familiar van pass by her.
SockMonkey
 player, 22 posts
Fri 24 Nov 2017
at 20:37
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For a moment she thought that everything had just been a dream, but when she looked down she saw the vibrant silky gown the Voice had given her and felt the golden jewelry, her silky hair, and her smooth skin. She smelled the yummy soaps and perfumes she had used, tasted the remains of mashed potatoes and steak. The only thing that her senses didn't pick up was the sound of the Voice.
     "Alright child, walk forth," Berlinda jumped, looking to her right to find a young man, about her age, speaking in the Voice's voice.
FriedEggJellyFish
 player, 32 posts
Fri 24 Nov 2017
at 20:56
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"Walk forth to where?" Berlinda asked. She became self-conscious by the clothes she wore. They were easily worth a fortune and her town wasn't notorious for its police and protective measures. There was almost a robbery everyday to the point the newspapers never included them.

"To your home." The boy said. "It is getting dark."
SockMonkey
 player, 23 posts
Fri 24 Nov 2017
at 21:43
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Berlinda looked at the boy like he was crazy. Didn't he know that even if she wasn't robbed, kidnapped, or murdered on her way home, her parents would kill her if they saw her in this? Not to mention with a stange boy whose voice did not match his young face whatsoever. She took a step forawrds anyways, but before she put her foot down she stopped. The slush would ruin the shoes the Voice had gotten for her. Although shse was standing on a dry patch of land now, everywhere around her would soak them. She could walk in the road, but the likeliness of being hit by a car the second she got on it was very high. Berlinda didn't know what to do. She couldn't stand out there all day. Even if she was warm now, she would most certainly freeze if she was out much longer.
LordK
 GM, 17 posts
Fri 1 Dec 2017
at 16:42
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The boy waved a short but intricate pattern in the air and Berlinda's feet glowed for a moment.  The light faded and the boy gestured forward.  She took a hesitant step and the snow seemed to part before her delicate slipper so only dry ground was what she stepped on.  She took another and another, each one free from the slushy cold she had feared.  A couple more steps and Berlinda glanced back.  Her trail was evident.  Three perfectly dry foot prints remained.

She hurried on and ran home, excited for the first time in a long while to see her house.
FriedEggJellyFish
 player, 33 posts
Sat 2 Dec 2017
at 04:24
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Luckily, she was able to arrive at her house without encountering anyone and slipped in through her window. She hurriedly changed into her old clothes and delicately stored her robes and slippers under a floorboard. Berlinda then looked at the shards in a frame that acted as her mirror. She was still beautiful. She stared at herself, studying the fragments that crossed her face. She also recalled what she previously looked like and almost cringed.

"Tomorrow," she whispered to her conjured self. "I will give you your revenge, tomorrow."
SockMonkey
 player, 24 posts
Sun 3 Dec 2017
at 15:39
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Just as Berlinda was about to get in bed, she noticed a person-shaped lump under her covers. Quickly, she flung the overs up into the air to see who it was. As she did so, her heart beat fast, hoping it wasn't some sort of murderer or kidnapper.
     "What in the world are you doing, child?" The Voice grumbled, annoying that the warm blankets were flung off of him. Berlinda was shocked. He hadn't followered her home, or at least she didn't think he did. And laying there in her bed she noticed how handsome he was. His hair was golden with a sheen of silver and his eyes were a piercing turquoise blue. His skin was a seductive tan, as though he was from a strange foreign land. Then she remembered that he was in her house.
     "What are you doing here! If my parents find you they will beat me black and blue and then toss me in a gas chamber! And then they will-" Berlinda was cut off by the squeak of the doorknob turning in her room. She rushed to toss the blankets over the Voice's head, but he seemed completely unfazed and just swatted them down. Freaking out, Berlinda stared in horror as the door flung open.
LordK
 GM, 18 posts
Sun 3 Dec 2017
at 15:51
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"THERE YOU ARE!  The statement was harsh, accusing.  It was something she was used to.  "I'M HUNGRY.  Make some food."  She could smell the wash of alcohol from the middle of the room.

She looked in horror from the person in her bed to her father and back again.  The handsome visage simply smiled.  Her father glared at her as if that was no one else there.  But... how can he not see?  She stood frozen like a deer in the headlights until her father shocked her to action, "NOW!"

He then turned and left the room.
SockMonkey
 player, 25 posts
Sun 3 Dec 2017
at 22:32
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Questions flooded into Berlinda's head, but because she had been with the Voice for so long, or what seemed to be a long time, the strange happenings did not surprise her as much as they should have. She looked to the boy, wondering what to do.
FriedEggJellyFish
 player, 34 posts
Sun 10 Dec 2017
at 18:55
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The Voice, boy, thing, person, whoever he was looked at her and at the doorway and back at her. He then cocked an eyebrow, seemingly surprised that she hadn't run through the door yet.

"BERLINDA!" The raging voice of her father roared. Her body jumped to action in panic and ran to the kitchen and flung anything she could find on the stove, pots, pans, oven, microwave to try to sate her father's hunger. Her siblings would be home soon too. The clock showed 8pm, she had to finish cooking by 8:10.
SockMonkey
 player, 26 posts
Thu 4 Jan 2018
at 02:32
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She searched through the cabinets and refrigerator for any sign of food she could throw together, but came up blank. The only things she found was a fourth gallon of milk, a hidden stash with a superflous amount of alcohol, some celery sticks, a cheese wedge, a container of oatmeal, and half a box of crackers. How had their family even survived before if this is all they had? Berlinda had no idea what she was going to make with these things in only eight minutes, but she had to throw something together fast. In the midst of her panicking, she saw the golden-haired boy meandering curiously around her house, seemingly without a care in the world or any regard to her dangerous situation.
FriedEggJellyFish
 player, 35 posts
Thu 4 Jan 2018
at 15:58
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Berlinda pleaded to him silently for help, as to not draw her father's attention.
"I am no mind reader, Berlinda." Was all he said.
She glanced at the clock with only six minutes left. She decided to risk it.
"I need help making food." She whispered quickly, "otherwise I will get beaten to the brink of death! But they arent that careful. Please! Help me!"
Four minutes left.
"How much time do you have."
Three minutes left.
"Three-"
"Hours? You don-"
"Minutes! Minutes! Please!"
Two minutes.
SockMonkey
 player, 27 posts
Thu 4 Jan 2018
at 16:54
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The boy's eyes widened a bit in surprise, but quickly turned to a scowl. Then, he suddenly stomped loudly, shaking the creaky floor a bit. Berlinda jumped, wondering why he was suddenly so angry, and turned back to the kitchen in fear. But when she glanced over the table, she saw what appeared to be flowers budding and growing at an alarming pace. She then peered into the pots and pans she had tossed on the stove and saw similar things occurring. She quickly turned back to the boy, confused, but only caught sight of him wandering to some other part of the house. But before he completely left her sight, he stopped, turned to her and said with scowl still in place, "Are you not going to thank me? I just saved your life, again!" Then before giving her a chance to respond, he gave her a dismissive wave. "Whatever," he muttered. "Better start setting that table with plates or whatever pieces of plastic you have in those cupboards of yours. You have one minute."
     Berlinda shoved her guilt down and told herself she could apologize later, but right now, she had to deal with whatever he just did to her kitchen. She quickly raided the cupboards for the plates and silverware to shove onto the table. Then her eyes practically popped out of her head as she saw a massive, juicy turkey in full bloom on her dining room table. Fortunately, it grew with a plate similar to the chipped ceramic  plates she had set out. Berlinda then rushed to the pots and pans to see an entire Thanksgiving feast fully grown and bubbling warm in their pots. How was she going to explain this meal to her family! She heard the front door slam open just as she set the last pan with a cushion under it onto the table, barely fitting with the massive amounts of other foods crammed on the tiny space. She sighed with relief, an impossible task successfully completed by her. She smiled to herself, in accomplishment.