I keep writing these stories, throwing my whole heart into them, bonding with the characters in ways I never actually thought I would, doing hours and hours of research to make sure a short little story is accurate… and all the while, this collection of stories sits idle with absolutely no replies since Cureless. I’m not begging anyone to read them on other threads - shoving it in their face every second I get the chance - I’m not even advertizing it with a siggy or a link. I’m not walking around declaring “Read my fanfic!! ” or hinting at it through my posts. The least someone who has simply read through these can do is post a simple reply. That’s all I’m asking. All I want to know is if this stuff is worth posting, 'cuz it’s not worth wasting my time writing them if no one is gonna read them when I could be spending that writing time on something else.
I know this may sound a bit harsh, but I really need to tell you guys how I’m feeling. I don’t want you to feel guilty or anything, and I’m not putting anyone in particular down. I simply needed to vent there, 'cuz really, it’s frustrating. All you fanfiction writers whose work gets a max of two replies, I totally feel you. The appreciation for fanfiction simply does not seem to be “there” anymore.
Nevertheless, I’m not going to let a bare thread get me down. I will continue to post my collection of stories based on “The Splats”; starting with the few I put together just a couple days ago. Hope you enjoy them as much as I did!
(By the way, if anyone needs clarification of who the characters are and who they are representing, just drop me a note. I’d be more than happy to explain. )
They had left her in charge of cleaning and tidying up the place for the past few months; every so often assigning her the job of rearranging. But the manager of the small BnL Fashion Outlet was quickly becoming frustrated with her flighty employee, who could never focus on one task at a time. Efficency was key - this was a fact that had been relayed to her thousands of times. Efficency in responsibility, timliness, experience… nope; “distraction” didn’t seem to appear in the criteria for a desirable employee.
Macie, the store owner, marched out from behind the front counter and quickly made her way to where her troublesome employee was supposed to be folding clothes. A pile of unfolded items lay in a pile on the floor at her feet, and she was busy humming a tone-deaf tune as she stood in front of a mirror holding up clothes. Macie folded her arms, stepped behind her, and cleared her throat to grab her attention.
“Lina,” she slowly said, the name coming out through her clenched teeth. The young blonde didn’t even seem to notice her there. “Lina! I’m talking to you!”
“Hmm?” Lina finally responded, whirling around to face her manager. She was still holding a pink dress against her body and grinning as if she believed she were about to get a raise.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Macie asked her after a good pause. Lina was quiet, still staring up into Macie’s squinted eyes. She looked down after several moments to see the pile of unfolded clothes, then slowly pulled the dress away from her body. Her once-elated expression now betrayed the feeling of shame that was slowly growing in her heart.
“Umm… well… I just, I just wanted to see what some of these clothes would look like on me,” she openly replied. “I didn’t think that was a bad thing… I mean, this is a clothing store, isn’t it?” She waved a hand at the dress she still clutched. “Like, where you’re able to try on clothes and stuff. But… but… I wasn’t actually trying them on… I was just holding them up to see what they would look like on me! Don’t you love doing that? I do! I abso-lutely love it…!”
Macie wasn’t the slightest bit impressed. She yanked the dress out of Lina’s hands and sighed loudly. “But you’re not doing your job. We’ve had this conversation before, Lina.”
“We have?” the girl seriously wondered, cocking her head. Macie threw her face into the palm of her hands and growled, then clenched her fists at her side and tried to keep herself as composed as possible.
“Listen, Lina… just listen for a minute,” she pleaded. Lina straightened in attention and grinned all over again. “Honestly, I hired you because you’re such a bright girl, and you’re capable of probably more than you know. I really, really don’t want to fire you, but you just get so-”
Suddenly Lina’s head jerked towards the door. “Hey, customers!” she abruptly cried.
“…So distracted!” Macie finished, this time not keeping the anger inside. “You make things so much more difficult around here, and I can never keep up with you or get you to finish even one simple task!!! Efficiency, Lina…! It’s all about efficiency! We’ve been over this!!!”
The customers who had come in uneasily stopped their browsing and paused to watch the manager blow up at her poor employee.
“I thought you said I was a capable person, and… and that I was bright and stuff,” Lina sadly interjected, wringing her hands.
“Well, you know what? You may be all those things and then some, but you’re too flighty to work here,” Macie snapped at her. Lina backed up a bit, hanging her head ever so slightly. The words hung in the air for several moments, creating an awkward and uneasy silence. Without warning, Macie’s eyes grew wide and she pointed excitedly towards the door. “Look, Lina! I saw something shiny out there!”
Lina was instantly captivated, and she whirled around to face the door. “Wha- shiny?! Where?!”
“Ohh, man - it just disappeared somewhere into the traffic,” Macie groaned, playing disappointed.
“Waaaait!!!” Lina screeched, bolting out the door to chase the imaginary “shiny thing.” “Come back heeeere!”
Macie chuckled to herself, walking back to the counter with a smug grin on her face. “Well, that’s one way to get rid of an ADD employee,” she muttered under her breath just as her customers came to pay for some clothes. She immediately threw on a sweet smile as they approached. “Hi, there! Can I help you with something today?”
Txt Me, Call Me
“Look, I’m gonna have to let you go; I’ve got a date at the food court in a couple minutes,” a young woman named Perdi breathlessly told one of her friends as she rushed to board a People Mover with a vacant seat. She pressed the cell phone to her chest as she ran towards it. “Hey, hey! Wait for me! Don’t leave without me!”
A young man moved over for her as she jumped on and shoved everyone out of her way, and he even made room for her to sit down comfortably.
“Anyways, sorry about that,” Perdi continued to her friend on the phone; not even saying “thank-you” to the young man at her side. “I didn’t want to miss a ride. Yeah, so I’ll call you back like tomorrow or something and we can make plans to get together some time… yeah, I’m free on Saturday… maybe we can go for a swim or something… seriously, I’m not gonna let a body this cute degenerate into some blob of fat…!”
The young man rolled his eyes and folded his arms. “You’re welcome.”
“…Okay, I’m almost there, talk to ya later!” Perdi ended the call and hopped off of the People Mover as soon as it stopped. As she dashed towards the food court, her phone vibrated in her purse. “Ugh, can’t it wait…?!”
“Hey, what took you so long?!” a young woman yelled at her from the food court. “I’ve been waiting for like, twenty minutes and I neeed my caffeine fix!”
As soon as Perdi sat down at the table next to her friend, she pulled her phone out of her purse. “Hold on, I just got a text,” she panted. She began typing out a reply text to her friend without even thinking that her company was still waiting patiently to go get their coffee.
“Perdi,” the young woman snapped, “I’m waaaaiting!”
“Yeah, hold on,” Perdi retorted, finally snapping her phone shut. “M’kay, let’s get something to drink.”
As they were waiting in line, Perdi happened to spot another one of her friends across the way in another line, and she called their name loudly to grab their attention.
“Heyy, Perdi!” a girl named Sherry called back. “How’ve you been?”
“Oh, same-same,” she replied. “Except the fact that I got fired from the salon.” Sherry’s mouth dropped open.
“No… way,” she gawked. “How come?!”
Perdi rolled her eyes and scoffed. “Miss Perfect Manager thought my beautician skills weren’t ‘up to par’,” she explained. “She said I did hair exceptionally, but I was a royal failure when it came to doing makeup! Hey, well, the customers totally thought they looked beautiful… if it makes the customer happy, it shouldn’t matter, right?”
“Right!” Sherry emphatically agreed. “That is like, way unfair.”
“I know, right?!” Perdi continued, diving right into the new conversation. “Oh my god… I mean, I got the third degree and everything… she begged to know where I had trained and what my background was in cosmetology and all this stuff - even though I never was trained, I just kind of fibbed and said I went to some unheard-of school back on Earth - and she fired me just because I couldn’t provide any ‘stable evidence’ that I was further fit for the job!”
Sherry scoffed at the words. “Ugh… that is bull.”
Perdi’s company, Terri, tapped her on the shoulder to break the conversation. “Hey, the order bot’s asking you what you want.” Perdi paused from speaking and turned to look up at the order bot.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she flatly apologized. “I’d like a-”
No sooner could she place her order, her little pink cell phone loudly played back her ringtone. She gave an apologetic glance in turn to Terri and the order bot, then pulled out he phone and rapidly answered it after four rings had gone by.
“Hello?” she sputtered. “Oh, hey there, Jade! I knooow, it’s been a while! What’s goin’ on?”
Terri rolled her eyes and turned to take her latte from the order bot. “Thanks a lot,” she sweetly said, taking Perdi by the arm. “Perdi, we’re going back to the food court. Get off the freakin’ phone!”
But Perdi was too engrossed in her new conversation to even notice Terri, so she finally gave up the date after shoving Perdi into a seat, and taking up her latte, she moved herself to another table and left Perdi alone with her phone call.
“Sure, I’ll come over!” Perdi continued, playing with the keychain on her purse. “Yeah, we can like have coffee and stuff. I am so caffeine deprived, it’s not even a joke. So, yeah… what’s your cabin number again…? 2744; got it. Yeah; shouldn’t take me more than twenty minutes. Yeah, see ya! Bye.”
Perdi didn’t even say “goodbye” to Terri as she fled the food court to catch another People Mover on its way to drop some passengers off to their cabins. Perdi decided to ask for directions, since she had never been down that branch of the ship before; and she turned to a lady sitting beside her and grabbed her attention.
“Hey, do you know how to get to Cabin 2748?” she politely asked as they got off the People Mover.
“Oh yeah,” the lady replied. “Go down to the end of this hallway, make a left, then walk all the way down that hallway. There should be a door on the very end of the hallway.” Perdi smiled.
“Thank you!” she called as she took off, not wanting to be late again.
I have two more written, but I’ll wait a little bit to see what happens before I post them. The one that I wrote after this one is basically a continuation of what I ended Txt Me, Call Me with.