Random Short Stories

A Writer's Characters

"What's going on?" a voice called out. The lights had gone out and things felt wrong and warped, like waking up and not knowing where you were or how you got there.

"Hold on!" another one replied, sounding a bit unsure. "I think we're stabilizing."

The lights came back on, and five characters written by one writer blinked at each other. Being from different stories, they didn't usually see each other very much, so this was unexpected, though not unpleasant.

The five characters stood in an empty white room. There was nothing there except for some lights on the ceiling and a couple bookshelves with half completed story ideas and random facts stored in thick volumes bound with the imagination of the writer.

"What's going on?" asked Clicker. She was the original OC. She was the girl from the very first story that Flight had created. Flight the creator. The Writer.

Sephetis, a death deity from Flight's favorite short story, glanced around at Laurance. The fantasized husband for Flight tended to become the leader unless someone more qualified showed up. For now he was in charge. "Laurance? Did you see what happened?"

Laurance shook his head gently. "I'm not really sure what's going on. Does anyone else have any ideas?"

The five looked at each other and shook their heads. The five all held significance to Flight in one way or another. Clicker, as previously stated, was from the first story. She was a girl of about twelve with a contagious grin, a propensity to click when she was excited, and a huge appetite for adventure.

Laurance was obvious. He was the fantasized husband. With his good stature, brown hair, blue eyes, scars, demon status, and an unhealthy dose of back story angst he made a perfect fantasy husband for Flight.

Sephetis was from one of Flight's favorite short stories about a post apocalyptic world she had been meaning to renovate. He was a thin teenager with pale skin and a certain Anubis feel about him. His rags hung from his thin frame and his scythe was always close at hand.

The other two were Crimson and Steve. Crimson was the mentor character in Flight's mind and was like the slightly tired and amused parent trying to herd her children away from a bad idea one moment and then watching them play out another bad idea the next. She had long black hair, short red horns, and a red tail with a white claw the length of her forearm on the end. Her red wings shifted as she considered what was going on. As a Scaleon, a part dragon, she had holes cut in her angsty teenager clothes to allow for her red dragon parts.

The last was Steve. His story was the story Flight was working on for the moment. He had simple brown hair, simple design in general, and a large purple sword strapped across his back as well as fur covered armor of some sort on his shoulders and around his stomach. His story was called the Balance Keeper. Flight was planning on writing it in a Minecraft like world and then revamping it later so it becomes a new world entirely.

"What are we standing around for?" Crimson asked lazily, looking around. "If we can't remember what happened, we need to get started if we're going to figure out what's going on."

"Can anyone hear Flight?" Laurance asked, concern edging his tone.

There was silence as all the characters turned inward, trying to get their writer's attention. There was a general shaking of heads.

"Anyone have any ideas?" Sephetis asked, clutching his scythe.

Clicker looked around the empty room they were in. It was not the room they were normally found in. It was a room near the cognitive functions or something like that. Clicker hadn't ever actually traveled this far out, though she was the one most likely to do that. She had gone on trips with Flight's imagined parallel, Anisha, all the time to see all of the corners of the mind palace. That's when it hit the young girl.