Four Lives in a Video Game- Act 2


Scene: Bustling streets of a medieval city. Horses are pulling wagons stacked high with barrels. Small stalls are lined on either side of the main street. Sellers are competing with prices and goods. People yell at each other and jostle each other to hurry to their next destination.


ENAS: Ah. A medieval city, eh? At least it smells better than that bar.


At that moment, ENAS steps on a pile of horse manure. He lifts his foot in disgust.


ENAS: Well, then. Spoke too soon.


Suddenly raised voices are heard. ENTER QUATTRO and CIVILIAN. QUATTRO has a beautiful necklace in his hand.


CIVILIAN: Please sir! That’s not for sale!

QUATTRO: Oh shut up! Go beg your girlfriend for another one.

CIVILIAN: We broke up! That’s all I have left of her!

QUATTRO: So? Buy yourself a new one! Plenty of nice woman on the market.

CIVILIAN: I can’t. I’m cursed.

QUATTRO (waves hand): Oh, well then, bye Felicia.

CIVILIAN: No, I’m serious, I’m cursed! Whenever I meet my girlfriend’s dad, we break up the next day.

QUATTRO (sarcastically): Oh really? Well maybe it’s because the dad doesn’t like you very much, hm? Did that ever come to mind or did it slip past that walnut of yours?

CIVILIAN (suddenly realizes): Oh yeah! Why didn’t I think of that?


QUATTRO gets annoyed. He pulls out his musketeer sword and thrusts it at CIVILIAN. CIVILIAN stumbles to the ground.


CIVILIAN: What? Whatzit? Was it something I said?

QUATTRO: No it’s just you in general. Don’t take it personal, kid.

CIVILIAN: I’m older than you!

QUATTRO: Like I said, don’t take it personal.


QUATTRO prepares to stab CIVILIAN. ENAS pulls out his own musketeer sword and intervenes.


ENAS (strikes pose): En garde!


QUATTRO gives ENAS a confused look. ENAS jabs his sword forwards pointedly and gives QUATTRO eye signals.


QUATTRO (uncertainly strikes a failed pose): Ok….en garde?

QUATTRO (suddenly realizes): Hey wait a sec, you’re that dude who shot me in the chest back at the Western Level.

ENAS: Exactly, so this time I’ll stab you. The audience demands it.


ENAS makes little jabs with his sword and crab-walks closer. QUATTRO whacks ENAS’S sword away.


QUATTRO: Uh, no. This time, I’ll stab you. Then we’ll be even!

ENAS: Why would I let you do that?

QUATTRO (whiny voice): You killed me last time. It’s my turn now. I had to wait forever before another player showed up. Tell you what- I’ll stab you, then I’ll go to the next level, and you can wait for the same player to show up too!


QUATTRO jumps around in little circles in excitement.


ENAS (sighs): Fine.



QUATTRO raises sword to chop ENAS’S head. ENAS suddenly raises his sword at the last moment, parries the attack, and dodges to the side.


ENAS: Oooh, psyched! Hah loser!


ENAS and QUATTRO exchange blows. Epic sword battle follows- not really- ending in ENAS stabbing QUATTRO.


QUATTRO (clutches chest): Again?

ENAS (in deep voice): And another one.

QUATTRO: Shut up.


QUATTRO falls to the floor and dies. Second life lost. CIVILIAN comes to front of stage and faces audience.


CIVILIAN:  A round of applause to Enas!


ENAS bows to audience and throws imaginary roses to the crowd. He raises his hands for silence.


ENAS (does some charming winks): Ladies, ladies, please. It’s nothing.





WOMAN: O, once again he has vanquished the evil!


QUATTRO (lying on the ground): Who, me? Evil?


WOMAN (kicks QUATTRO in the balls): Yes you. Now shut up, you’re supposed to be dead.


QUATTRO (on the ground clutching his balls): Second time, woman! Second time!


WOMAN raises her foot again threateningly. QUATTRO turns away.


QUATTRO: Ok, ok, I’m dying. See?


While QUATTRO lies on the ground in a dramatic death pose, WOMAN paces the stage.


WOMAN (dreamily): O Enas. You’re so brave. So cunning. So quick with your sword. (makes slashing motions with hands and sighs) No one holds my heart like you do. (sudden idea) I know! I’ll catch up to you. Then I’ll confess my true feelings for you and we’ll live happily ever after. It’s the perfect plan! O Enas, I’m coming!




QUATTRO: That woman is mad.

CIVILIAN: Shhh, you’re supposed to be dead.


CIVILIAN drags QUATTRO off stage. EXIT.

Weekly Art: Vi-Rex


You should know you could do anything,

Even build an epic time machine,

That brings you back to the age of dinosaurs,

So you can find what you’re looking for.


It’s your program you are the world

You can change the book, change all the words.

But if you miss one little bend,

You should know the trouble, know what you can send.


Back in prehistoric times, everybody wants

When the screen goes blank and white,

Really, that’s no fun.


When the signs are flashing in bright red text,

The virus does what it does best.

Back in prehistoric times, everybody wants

To see the Vi- Rex.

Writing Tips 9



Today’s Tip: Dialogue

If you’re a writer, you should know the basics of writing. One of these basics is that dialogue moves the plot along. Today’s topic is the talking.

Who: Dialogue

What: the words characters say in a story to move the plot along

When: anytime

Where: in between actions to keep the plot running smoothly

Why: so your story is not just a huge, tiring chunk of descriptions

How: Too much talking is just- well- too much. No talking at all hurts the reader’s eyes. A writer must insert the perfect amount of dialogue at the right time and the right place so the story flows and looks natural. You also have to use the right wording. Nobody uses big words unless the character is a genius. Dialogue also reveals something about the character’s nature. Some people speak in accents or slangs, others talk a lot at one time- and there are the people who just grunt and give one word answers. It’s really up to you.

Activity: Observe the way every person speaks around you for one day. Record your results- classify them if you want.

Drunk Men Want More (contains Mature content)


via Daily Prompt: Slur

It was a special day for Miri Murphy, a day she had been looking forward to for the past week. She glanced at her watch- in fifteen minutes, she would turn eighteen. It was an important number, one that marked the gateway to adulthood and beyond. She could not afford to miss it or treat it like any other birthday party. Today would be special. Today, she’d celebrate her birthday alone.

At last, Miri turned the corner and was met by the foggy glass door of Slunny’s Bar. The familiar smell of spilled beer and puke hit her the moment she set foot inside but she didn’t mind- she was used to it, being a regular face around here. Miri dodged a drunken man reaching out to hug her and flying wine droplets and set herself on a stool (she had to stand on her toes to climb on) at the counter.

Miri gave Slunny Simms, the bartender, a grin larger than she’d usually given him as he came for her order, polishing a glass like all bartenders do.

“The usual,” Miri said between smiles.

Simms grinned at her. “You sound like a customer in a movie.”

“It’s my B-day!” Miri went on, ignoring Simms’ comment.

Simms tilted his head. “My, my, turning eighteen I see. You’re growing up.”

“Yep, in about-” She glanced at her watch “- ten minutes.”

“Not going for something stronger?” Simms teased as he poured her a glass of wine.

Miri paused to think for a moment. “No…not quite there yet….”

The bartender smirked. “That’s right, you’re eighteen. Afraid too much could get you into- let’s say- trouble?” He set her glass in front of her.

She drank it in small sips, giving Simms a look of surprise. “Really- no, of course not- I’m not…too young….”

Simms leaned in closer to her and winked. “You’re in a bar. It’s normal.”

Miri hesitated and turned in her seat to look around. Most of the tables were full of howling men of all ages- the only women were standing beside their boyfriends, looking drunk and staring at their dates with dreamy eyes. Miri turned back to her wine.

“It’s never going to happen, Slunny,” Miri murmured.

“Of course not.” Simms smiled. “No man could even come near you.” He retreated to his cabinets and started organizing the bottles.

Miri was halfway done with her drink when she felt a warm hand on her shoulder. She nearly jumped and stared up at the man- unkempt hair flying everywhere, greasy beard that hadn’t been washed for days (maybe weeks), breathe that smelled like puke.

Miri didn’t know what to say.

“Go on, Larry! Quit stallin’!”

Miri peered around Larry’s burly body to see a rowdy table of men, all dirty, disorganized, and smelling of sewers. They stared at her with eyes that sent tremors down her spine.

Larry opened his mouth, revealing a row of decaying teeth, and said something that sounded like “Comyunomimi.”

Miri turned away and looked around frantically for Simms for help; to her horror, he was leaning against the counter, watching in amusement. Miri gave him a wide stare- Simms waved his fingers and shrugged You’re on your own.

Larry was coming for a second try. He cleared his throat, stained hand still on Miri’s shoulder and said, in a slightly slurred voice, “You lookin’ like a fine  lady today. How old’er ye?”

Miri didn’t reply. Larry’s grip on her shoulder tightened.

“Stubborn lil’ girl. Alone are ye?”

Another question. Miri didn’t answer- her heart was beating too fast.

“Yer comin’ home with me, then.” Larry smiled and Miri’s vision was filled with a not quite full set of rotting teeth.

She tugged her shoulder away but Larry held fast.

“Let go! I’m not going anywhere with you!” She was fully aware of the table behind Larry laughing hysterically. Larry’s shoulders were shaking with drunk giggles too.

“Do it look like ye have a choice?”

Without warning, Miri was dragged off the stool, surrounded by a ragged group of Larry’s friends, and pushed out the back door into the alley. Simms watched the entire show, merrily cleaning a glass. Like all bartenders do. Miri put up a good fight- she was sure she had nailed someone between the legs, she had heard a howl even in his drunken state- but the men were bigger and there were a lot more of them than her.  

Miri screamed with all her might but they were too far deep into the alley for her to be heard. Moments later, she was gagged and clawing at any face she could see as they dragged her into the darkest parts of the city. Miri wasn’t sure how many corners they had turned before the drunk gang halted.

They yanked her to the ground- her arms were being held firmly above her head. Miri’s eyes widened in horror as Larry trotted forward, a nasty smile plastered on his dirty face.

Someone whipped off her jacket. Then Miri felt someone lift up her shirt- she kicked in retaliation and two other men immediately pounced on her ankles. Miri writhed desperately but in vain- her shirt soon joined her jacket. Then with a yank that sent a muffled gasp through her gag, her bra was unclipped and throne aside. She stared down in shock at her exposed breasts and felt goosebumps spread along her chest as her skin touched the cold air.

Another man shoved her on her back and Miri saw the blue line of the sky above the gray buildings in the alley. Her spine touched the damp ground and she shivered. Her hands were tied tightly together above her head, the old rope biting at her wrists. She felt her belt slide away from her jeans and several hands yanked at her pants. Miri shrieked and kicked furiously, anything that would slow them down until help arrived. A highly unlikely chance.

When her pants were no longer a problem, the gang, minus the two who were holding down her legs, stood up to admire their work. Miri felt with a sudden twinge that her panties were the only protection she had left. She closed her eyes, lay still, and whimpered in defeat.

They were on her like a pack of wolves. Her panties went flying and the two men holding her legs spread them wide, revealing her vulnerable clitoris. Tears streaked down Miri’s face as she waited for a birthday gift she would never forget.

Four Lives in a Video Game- Act 1





Random Stalker




Act 1

Scene: A bar set in a town in the West during the cowboy ages. There are many tables with people gambling and drinking ale. QUATTRO is sitting at one of these tables, drinking his beer and eying everyone suspiciously. ENTER ENAS.


ENAS (approaching QUATTRO’S table): Is this seat reserved?

QUATTRO (glaring at Enas): Yes, now scram.

ENAS (looks around): I don’t see anyone else. I’ll just sit here until your friend shows.

QUATTRO: That seat is reserved. For me.

ENAS: What? Because your backside’s too big for one chair?

QUATTRO (angered): Say that again!

ENAS: Why don’t we switch seats so you can give the poor chair a break?


QUATTRO gets up and slams his fist on the table. A hush falls over the bar.


QUATTRO: I challenge you to a duel.

ENAS (shrugs): Then a duel it is.


QUATTRO and ENAS step outside the bar. The scene changes to a deserted dirt road with wooden buildings on either side.


QUATTRO: Ready when you are-


ENAS takes out his gun and shoots QUATTRO in the chest.


QUATTRO (clutching chest): OW! Great son of a- cheater!

ENAS (blows on gun): You stalker, how did you know?


ENAS: You said you were ready.

QUATTRO: Your mom was ready.

ENAS: Jeez, quit stalking me. Die already.


QUATTRO falls to the floor dramatically and dies.




STALKER WOMAN (stares at dead QUATTRO): Hah! That’s what you get for stealing my job, wannabe stalker! The true Master Stalker is right here! I will creep through the shadows as silent as death, crawl through the bushes as smoothly as a snake, climb over mountains as nimbly as a frog- frog? Nevermind- all in pursuit of my true love! O Enas, I know your eyes can pierce through me like the very bullets that killed this man, even though you’ve never turned my way. O Enas, the one man I hold dearest in my heart. O Enas, wait for me!


STALKER WOMAN gives QUATTRO a kick to the balls. QUATTRO flinches and clutches balls.


CIVILIAN drags QUATTRO’S body away. Both EXIT.

Weekly Art: Cross Bone


Lying in the midst of all the Dust to blow,

Sand is coming, so with History I’ll go.

There’s bound to be a way to keep this,

This Life in my hands.

There’s bound to be a way to keep this,

On my Cross Bone.


Should’ve listened to my Elders before I flew here,

A Place that I’d been told would hold the worst of my Fears.

There’s bound to be a way to keep this,

This Life I know.

There’s bound to be a way to keep this,

On my Cross Bone.


When I bow down to a Greater Force than me,

I’ll know that I am stronger when set Free.

And now, I’ll rust away the World’s bones.

When there is only one heart on the Cross Bone.


Didn’t Give a Fair Trial


My friends and I are always out, but people never seem to notice us.

My friends and I are all around but people really don’t care about us.

My friends never smile, since the day they broke us all up.

Didn’t give a fair trial, trying to make a fool out of us.

I’m serious




My friends and I are good at breaking things and making a mess.

A lot of people hate it, that I just gotta confess.

But my friends never smile, since the day they broke us all up.

Didn’t give a fair trial, trying to make a fool out of us.

I’m serious




The Sound of Bones Cracking (a Darkening plot)


via Daily Prompt: Sound

He flicked his wrist and slammed the Rebellion soldier’s shadow against the white wall. Seconds later, the soldier’s body followed. He did this a couple more times until the wall was smeared with the red from the soldier’s previous wounds and he heard the satisfying crack of something breaking. Then he stopped and settled his hand.

The soldier slumped limply to the ground, breaths coming in rasping coughs. The Darkling Prince stepped forward and knelt in front of him, one hand on the ground- just in case. The soldier’s eyes were shut tight and his chest was quivering with the effort of just breathing.

“Had enough?” said the Prince. “Where is she?”

The Rebellion soldier coughed once and met the Prince’s red eyes fearfully, but defiantly. “You’re a Darkling now, aren’t you?” he muttered. “Go find her yourself.”

The soldier was instantly flung across the corridor and slammed onto the opposite wall, resulting in a gasp and more bones cracking.

The Prince lowered his hand and stood. “Your stubbornness or loyalty or whatever wasting my time right now is useless. Don’t try to be a hero, Underling.”

“Like you? I wouldn’t dream of it.” The soldier stayed on the ground, partly because he could no longer sit up and partly because he was waiting for another run in with a wall.

The wall never came- instead, the Darkling Prince smiled and said, “Me? A hero?”

Laughing softly, he bent down over the soldier, his red eyes taking a dimmer shade of brown. He sighed, almost tiredly. “I’m not a hero. Let me just get one thing straight before you die.”

The soldier’s eyes widened but the Prince didn’t seem to notice. “She’s the hero now. Actually, June has always been the hero, has been since the day she entered the Dark World through the door that I myself opened. She still is now, I bet. If you were to put this entire war in a book, she would be the heroine. I’m just the friend who turns out to be the enemy, the traitor in their midst.”

The Prince stared into thin air for a moment, lost in thought. A small cough from the soldier brought him back to the real world and he looked down at the Underling.

“But of course, in books, especially those about war, people die.” His eyes took on their original sinister red glow. “People like you.”

The frantic screaming enveloped the Changing House, drowning out the nasty sounds of bones cracking.

He’s Not Joking… (a Darkening plot)


via Daily Prompt: Seriousness

She was free.

After months of being locked in a cell with only the prisoners and guards for company, she was back in the game, the Rebellion. Well, he had come and visited her every week too. She didn’t want to show it, but she had looked forward to his visits.

Until he had told her he wasn’t going back with her. The day the Rebellion rescued her from her prison, she’d tried one last time to take him with her. He was the only leader she’d ever known, the only other Darkling that she could trust. Not completely, but she could rely on him. But he had made it clear he wasn’t coming back.

The Rebellion’s second leader Ella Barrus had been shocked. He had been her right hand man, her most trusted partner. They supported each other, even though Ella was much older than him and therefore considered a senior. Still, they’d been working as a team for years.

Everyone was devastated, angry at him for betraying them like that. Soon, however, they were too busy to think anymore. The war with Balance intensified as parts of the Changing House were conquered, strengthening each side’s territory. Soon, they would have to start attacking each other, when there was nothing left to capture.

A lot of arrangements had happened over the last few weeks- Kyle had been nominated Ella’s new right hand man. It was a good choice; he was smart, courageous, and not afraid of battle. Whenever she thought of Kyle, she thought of their former leader. And whenever she thought of her former leader, she tried not to think at all. But Kyle had been good to her- he was one of the few people who could make her laugh now- they had both lost dear friends in the war and during her capture. Speaking of Kyle, June was organizing her troops when she heard him call her name.

She turned and smiled at him. “What is it?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, his eyes flicking to the floor. “I need to talk to you,” he whispered. “In private.”

June tilted her head quizzically. “Sure.” She dismissed her soldiers with a nod and followed Kyle towards the nearest door.

Kyle muttered a code and pushed the door open. The doorway flashed a blinding white light and they found themselves in a dimly lit room. There was a bed on one side and a few drawers on the other, plus a desk with a lamp. The curtains were drawn over large window at the far wall.

“Your room?” June surveyed her surroundings.

Kyle nodded. He stared at her intensely, waiting for a comment.

“Come to think of it, I’ve never been in your room.” June walked over to the bed and sat on it slowly, brushing her hands over the bed sheets. “So what did you want to talk about?”

Kyle sat on the chair by his desk. He didn’t say anything for a long moment. Finally, he looked up and met her gaze.

“June, I-” he trailed off into silence again.

June leaned in closer. “Kyle?”

Kyle bit his lip and started again. “June, you…Ella should’ve chosen you to lead instead of me.”

June blinked, her eyes wide. “That’s not true! You’re the perfect choice!”

“No, I’m not. You’re a Darkling. Why would she choose me over a Darkling?” Kyle protested.

“Hey, not all Darklings are good leaders,” June whispered, her thoughts drifting painfully to him. “You’ll do fine without magic.”

“You think so?” Kyle murmured.

“I know so.”

He looked up and smiled. “Thanks.”

June smiled back.

There was a long pause as both of them continued to stare at each other.

“June,” Kyle suddenly said. “I love you.”

The words sent a spark through her chest. Her mind flew to his voice, saying the exact three words. It felt like years ago. “You’re joking.”

“Do I look like I’m joking?” Kyle fixed her with a hard stare.

Slowly, she shook her head. “You’re serious?” she whispered.

“I’m serious.” Kyle got up and moved towards her, his eyes filled with a determination she hadn’t noticed before.

He reached out a hand, but at that moment, she stood from the bed.

“My troops are waiting,” she said quietly.

Kyle looked hurt and a bit disappointed, but relented. “Okay.”

June headed towards the door. With one hand on the doorknob, she looked back at Kyle. He was standing in the middle of the room, staring at her with his bright blue eyes. He smiled.

She forced a small grin and walked out the door.