Here we are at Day 2, almost midstream in 6.66 days of thrilling fiction. This is a more real-world story, perhaps with a touch of magic to it, with what I hope is an unusual set of protagonists. The dialect is a bit tricky; I hope it sounds authentic. I’ve worked on this story for years, and it’s better than it used to be. And yet . . . likely miles to go before I can happily lay my writerly head down to rest. Anyway, you be the judge. Simple revenge/comeuppance story or no? My apologies to Flannery O’Connor for borrowing her terrific title for today’s chilling tale.
It’s Like a Pulp Magazine . . . But Not!
It’s Amazeous! Stupendillant! Brilling! W to-the-Ow!
It’s 6.66 days of Thrilling Fiction!!!!
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars. But in ourselves, that we are underlings.–Julius Caesar, by William Shakespeare
Hello. First, you all have my husband to thank (or condemn!) for spurring me to be bold with my writing creativity of late. That and a recent re-watching and -appraisal of some of the “Halloween” franchise movies.
This is my attempt at a longer fan-fiction piece, with tinges of horror, and, as such, inaugurates the 6.66 days of Thrilling Fiction I hope to bring you.
Any feedback is appreciated, as ever; especially on this one, as the movie timelines are conflicting at times. It does not even attempt to take into consideration any “Halloween”-centered novelizations or fan fiction, or, for that matter, any fan videos outside the purview of the several canonical movies with which most people are familiar.
So, anyway, without further ado, on this (fictional character and slasher-man, a.k.a. The Shape), Michael Myers’ 58th birthday: today is his story.
And tomorrow, another’s.