The Author Games: Literature

Task Four: The Fellowship of the Words

"You are honestly the most vile piece of shit I have ever met."

Paella Andouille spat out the insult at her fellow Head Gamemaker with an air of disgust, her fists clenched by her side- Pluto could see her urge to throw something at him growing by the second.

"Paella, that's a bit rude- just because I haven't read everything you have, that make me less of a human being?" A faint hint of a smile played at his lips, amusement at how something so small could tick her off. Pluto couldn't deny her fits were entertaining to watch, though being the subject of Paella's fury occasionally had its consequences.

"Yes. Absolutely. I would honestly consider having you personally executed if I had the authority to." Her eyes were alight with vexation; It'd be significantly more terrifying if she wasn't so short, Pluto thought.

"I just haven't got around to reading The Lord of The Rings yet, okay?"

"Get out of my sight."

"Love you, too."

Pluto was fairly sure Paella was just trying to get him fired by choosing books he hadn't read. It was a fairly good strategy to do so, except for the fact Paella could be fairly... unlikeable, to say the least. He was obviously the better Gamemaker- superb social skills, excellent, executive thinking styles, the list went on and on... It would only be a matter of time before his only competition simply screamed at one person to many. She had stormed out of the room, fuming, loathing the Gamemaker Pluto had made himself to be.

The work place had been completely wrecked, book strewn about the entire facility. Pluto picked up some of the pieces of literature, collecting them for later use. He brushed aside books about wizardry, burning books, recreating dinosaurs- books Paella had tossed aside, dismissing immediately. Perhaps Pluto could convince her to use them some other time- he loved them, after all. Each book was so different in every way, yet they were all seemingly were laid on the foundation of imagination.

All of the books had taught Pluto something- love, mercy, sacrifice, truth... With the tools given, he could create anything with them. He could create thousands of stories in his head, he could envision the lives of millions, he could creates billions of different things. But Pluto could only create. It rendered him useless, an artist with no potential to work.

He had always thought of himself like this- like he was missing a half, like he was useless without the proper parts. Pluto was lost in space, slowly eclipsing around the sun, left in the cold, dark reaches. He zoned out, being the odd character of a bunch, but alas, he never could express that, only portraying the the fake facade he put on. He was left to do this, but left out of everything like the dwarf planet he was, left of the potential he once had.

He simply straightened his tie and got back to work.

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THE TASK:

We're glad you could make it to Task Four of The Author Games: Literature! This is the task where (we hope) the competition will finally start to kick in and people who have written all tasks will be put up for votes. Yay!