Friday, May 13, 2011

Auditorium

A little note first: You've probably noticed we didn't post any stories in April, nor any stories relating to April's theme. Life problems have been prominent for all four of us, prohibiting some new stories. We're also going to go with a more rolling process - when we have a story to post, it'll be posted. Themes won't always be there.

That being said... Here's a story from Kaitlin:

Auditorium

I sit quietly. Alone. In the dark. A ghost light stands at center stage, but it doesn’t help lead my way.

I tap my heel on the ground, the clap resounding throughout the auditorium. Perfection. My muse is alive, reborn through the stillness of a frozen theater. I pull out my notebook and begin to write.

Not far down the page, the click of a door sounds from behind me. I snap my notebook shut, spinning to see an intruder.

He walks silently, the flat bottoms of his shoes refusing to make a sound. So unlike mine. He walks with his hands deep in his pockets, his head ducked low.

When he looks up, he catches my eye. My hand rolls into a fist against my notebook, crushing my pen. Such audacity he has to scare away my muse.

He continues walking until he is by me seat. He sits next to me. I freeze.

His hair is blonde and his eyes are silver and his foot is touching mine, brushing it ever so slightly. What’s he doing?

He glances to the ghost light and then back to me. “Do you know what ghost lights are for?”

I nod.

He smiles slightly. “Do you perform?”

I stare at the stage, slowly inching my notebook away from him. I whisper, “I write.”

“That’s a great thing,” he says back. His voice is like a promise. It’s smooth, quiet, and doesn’t seem to end. It’s always there, seeping into your mind and soul.

“And you?” I say as a shiver runs down my spine. His foot, than his leg, had brushed mine again.

“I performed.”

Performed? Past tense?

I flash a curious glance at him. He doesn’t notice, only stares back at the ghost light. He sighs, “I’ve seen you here often.”

He knows. He knows I come in the theater to write. My stomach churns. I’m not used to people talking to me, telling me I’m not invisible. Especially not boys with little smiles and wide, blue eyes. I stay silent.

His voice softens a little. “I think you’re beautiful.”

My spine shoots straight. No, boys never said that. I avoid looking at him. “I’ve never seen you before…”

He hesitates, “I… I don’t always come out.”

I turn to look at him, opening my mouth to respond. But, instead he’s leaned in close. He presses his lips, soft and thin, against mine. I close my eyes.

And then his whisper of a kiss disappears and we’re looking into each other’s eyes. He pulls my hand into his. “I want to give you this.”

I stare down at my hand, a perfect little penny pressed into my palm. The year 2007. Four years ago.

He whispers, cold breath tickling my spine, “That’s the year I died.”

My head shoots up, ready to give him another curious look.

But he’s gone.

9 comments:

Laina said...

To keep the theatre ghosts company, right? Thank you, magic school bus.

Also? This would make a freaking awesome novel. Please write it. Because this is not enough.

KT Simpson said...

Yes!

Aww thanks. Maybe.. someday *looks off dreamily into the distance*

ashelynn hetland said...

oh my goddddd. i just died. DIED. and yes, i echo laina: please write this as a novel.

Laina said...

Like tomorrow? ;)

KT Simpson said...

Aww *grins* *blushes* You guys are so sweet. And, um, I have too many novels in my head.

ashelynn hetland said...

no no--after she finishes revising the fantasy one. i mean, forget about the sequel, THIS can't wait. ;) or well, laina and i can't wait.

KT Simpson said...

Once you read the end of the fantasy one, I'm pretty sure you'll want the sequel XD Anyways. The fact that I now have a book idea based off this BECAUSE OF Y'ALL is evil I tell you, EVIL. Stop giving me ideas XD

Mireyah Wolfe said...

OMFG. kt. i demand a novel based on this. seriously. *casts vote with ash and laina* i will hunt you down if you don't write this.

KT Simpson said...

ahhhh maybe. MAYBE. We'll see. I kind of have a sequel and a third book in my trilogy to write. and my dystopian and my contemporary. *runs away*