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Random Amoebic Fiction

04 Mar

One of the many seemingly random “Bits” I hope to explore in this space–my final frontier . . . is my fiction work. As if reality wasn’t suffering enough here already, hmm?

By fiction I mean both screenplays and novels, perhaps even some short pieces.

Like everything else that spews from my fingers, like Mork from Ork in reverse, my fiction also verges on weirdness . . . or hadn’t you noticed? I kinda like throwing normal present day people in normal settings into something a little unusual and watch what happens.

Kind of like what I do with you here. ~giggle~

Here’s one short example that randomly landed on me in a Creative Writing/Fiction class a few college terms ago. Don’t ask me what I was on at the time . . . I don’t want to talk about it.

It goes something like this . . .

Ms. Amoeba, P.I.

The bullet holes were gone. I felt around my chest and abdomen, but they were nowhere to be found. Maybe I’d imagined the whole thing and had simply fainted, but the memory of their entry was painfully clear. The goons with the semi-automatics had fired at least a dozen rounds into me and left me for dead in the alley.

Or so I thought. Even my dress was unscathed.

I got up, shook it off, and made my way to Tony Desilio’s lounge, determined to find the answers to my first mystery. The second mystery would have to wait, the one with the tiny saucer that had landed in the street in front of me and been run over by a cab. I wasn’t sure I saw that either, especially the weird ooze that leaked out of it and got on me when I took a closer look. The blur of memories that hit me at that point don’t bear thinking about, at least until I got a drink in me. The thugs got me while I was distracted with that.

Or so they thought.

When I arrived at Tony’s, I expected more trouble, but the big bouncer looking one at the door just gave me the hairy eyeball and let me in. The other weasel that shot me was waiting inside. They both sported big revolvers under sweaty armpits.

“Sid, the broad’s still alive,” said the bouncer .

“Shut up, Dob, and check her for a vest,” said Sid, eyeballing me, looking less cool than he acted.

The bouncer, chivalrous as a meet locker, bounced me against the wall—hard—to make me more cooperative, but the effect was anticlimactic. My features seemed to flatten to the surface, then bounce back.

Weird wasn’t the word.

Dob reached out toward my blouse, a flicker of something unsavory in his eyes as his fingers hovered over my cleavage.

I shifted and something went squish. The arm the bouncer had wrenched behind my back seemed to melt away and reconstitute in front of me. The anger of what they’d done to my family seemed to turn my fist as hard as a rock. Without thinking, I swung it up, striking Dob hard enough to send him flying. Everyone in the room was shocked, including me.

Sid brought his gun up, but the big one rolled over and jumped me first, pinning me to the floor under 400 pounds of smelly flesh. The next thing I knew I was on my feet again, knocking Sid’s pistol, then Sid, against the far wall. The bouncer was hoisting himself off the floor looking at his hands.

“What the hell are you lady?” he said, “You melted. Slipped away like Jello.”

I stepped toward him and he backed away.

“Shoo!” I said and he disappeared out the door under his own steam.

I stepped past Sid’s limp form and headed for Tony’s office, my mind reeling with possibilities of what was going on with me. Whatever it was, it didn’t stop me from my original goal. Nothing could stop me from that. Tony was going to pay for this. When I entered and closed the door behind me, Tony turned toward me and smiled.

“Hey, Babe. Nice to see you. Hope my boys didn’t give you much trouble.” he was a cool customer right to the end.

“Not as much trouble as I’m about to give you.”

He didn’t seem impressed. He stood up and came toward me. I met him halfway.

“You killed my family,” I said. “Burned them alive in a fireball. You got anything to say for yourself?”

“Only that my boys are getting clumsy. They were just supposed to get you. I don’t like nosy women in my business. Here, let me call the boys so we can tie up this loose end.”

He went to whistle and I caught his hand. He looked down, mesmerized as my hand melted and flowed over him. The look of terror came when I pulled him to me and his body became engulfed in parts of me as well. I didn’t know what I was doing, but my body did. He dissolved quickly, a flash of thousands of horrible deeds flashing into my mind as his skull was digested into me. When it was done, there wasn’t a cell of him left and I knew his every secret.

Half disgusted, half vindicated, I dropped into his chair and stared at my hand. It looked completely normal. I had become some kind of human-amoeba thing, and I’d just digested someone alive. How do I react to that? I was a PI, not a late night cinema monster. What do I do with this?

I thought about what happened in the street with that little UFO under the tire of that checkered cab and wondered if there were answers there. No sooner had a I thought of that than the memories of the flattened creature within came back to me, a history of a world far from our own, filling me with awe. The creature was not a monster. It had been an emissary of peace, and through a moment of frantic resolve at the last minute, it had made a desperate decision. Now this dead alien emissary had passed something of itself into a skirt-wearing PI, who could do things to bad guys that would put her off her grain for weeks.

Lucky me.

Not my usual cup of bananas, this anti-heroine thing. At the time I thought it might have some promise as a possible prelude to a series of stories. I’m not sure of the gruesome ending though. ~shiver~

I’m kinda wondering what you think. (No, really!) I mean, if you’re weird enough to still be reading my blog, I might as well put you to work. You my kinda people!*

[ * i.e., weird. ]

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Posted by on March 4, 2015 in Bloggie Bits, Fictiony Bits

 

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5 responses to “Random Amoebic Fiction

  1. janine

    March 5, 2015 at 9:10 pm

    That’s really awesome !
    it’s nice to hear of a heroine with “oozeys” instead of “Uzis” 🙂

    I think it’s a great start to serialization if you are willing.
    Your character does sound very interesting, I’d love to hear more of her adventures.
    I like the the shared memory idea, that’s a nice twist for a PI, lot’s of potential there.
    Also the alien aspect, their motivations and backstory leave plenty of room for storyline development.
    Although, you will need some seriously dangerous villains to take arms against your heroine, she seems pretty invincible !

    Great writing Miki, can’t wait for more,
    J.

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    • Miki Marshall

      March 6, 2015 at 12:10 am

      Awww, thanks! I wrote it as just a goofy class piece, but it seems to have more potential…

      I agree: invincibility won’t fly at all. There have to be stakes, weaknesses, an Achilles heel for this to work. I want her to be awesome, but not so awesome there’s no story. Although there’s a nice limitation that she can’t steal memories without ingesting her foes . . . which is icky; and obstruction of justice. (I’m not a big fan of Dexter.)

      Definitely needs a rethink… Thanks for pointing that out! =)

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  2. daisynikol

    March 16, 2015 at 2:06 pm

    Ok I swear I already liked this and Janine’s comments… AND asked every blog to notify me of new comments…. of which it “remembered” none, apparently. O.o I hope it isn’t forgetting people’s likes …. maybe I just dreamed it …. O.o

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  3. Miki Marshall

    March 16, 2015 at 6:47 pm

    Sowwies . . . no more donuts for WordPress until it does this betterer. We’ll keep an eye on it. o.O

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    • daisynikol

      March 16, 2015 at 9:21 pm

      ROFL – you scared it into working. I had 16 emails from it this evening, all letting me know about all the posts and likes! YAY for “the eye”

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