For Matariki, we were given 4 tasks to do. A fiction piece, a nonfiction piece, other, and one of your choice. I would like to share the fiction one I did.
The Magician And The Fox
“Hello?” She called, searching for any sign of life.
“Hello!” Her voice, now shaky and desperate, echoed around the place. There was nothing left in the demolished house around her.
“Hey there” She looked back at a tall, toned man. His face was chiseled, and he had a calm, unsettling expression. His brown wavy hair fell just to his eyes, and he looked like he could be around the age of 30.
“What do you want with me?” She asked.
“Nothing, don’t flatter yourself” He remarked. His voice was quite orotund, but it was steady.
“No, I’m looking for a man called Stephen Lanford, do you know him?”
“That’s what you wanted to ask? Then why the hell did you ruin my home!” The woman yelled.
“I needed to make an entrance” He replied, shrugging his shoulders.
“Well, I don’t know him,” She said. He sighed.
“Then you are no longer of any use to me” Before the woman could reply, the man pressed his palm up to her forehead.
“When you wake up from this slumber, you will forget everything that happened today, including me” He said, lifting his hand which caused her to fall to the floor unconscious. He then dialed a number in his phone.
Say the message after the beep.
“Hey Daniel, call me back. We might need a plan B”
Chapter 1
Maybe in another life
“There’s yogurt in the fridge,” Dan told me. I open the fridge, grabbing the half open low calorie yogurt.
“Man, you gotta get your life together” I roll my eyes.
“Well, I will, once you find freaking Danny DeVito over here” He said, nodding at the picture of Stephen Lanford on my phone. I can see the resemblance, he was quite short with a bigger build, and you could see the receding hairline from a mile away. He laughs for a while, but stops as he realizes that I wasn’t laughing with him.
“It’s not working,” I said. Daniel isn’t serious very often, and neither am I, which told him I wasn’t kidding. He’s always cracking bad jokes, and getting distracted every second. He looked at me confused.
“The plan. Its not working”
“Why not?”
“Because”
“Imma need more than that, Micheal”
“It’s taking too long! I have waited too.. Long” I drag out the last bit like it’s hard for me to say, it is, but if I sound too relaxed, I don’t get listened to.
“Okay, okay. I’ll alter the plan”
“No. You need to make a new plan” He falls off the chair dramatically.
“This took me ages to make!” Dan said in a whiny tone. I rolled my eyes. I hate whiners.
“It took you like, 2 hours”
“That was 2 very long hours!”
“My sister is missing! She’s gone!” I yell. He gets back on the chair. The look on his face tells me that he’s starting to realize how serious I am.
“Okay. Alright, I’ll remake the plan” His voice is strained.
“Micheal, how do you know Gabby’s alive?” Dan asked. He asked quietly, obviously thinking I’ll snap again.
“I just know it,” I say, taking a bite of the yogurt. I immediately regretted it, spitting it back into the pottle.
“That’s disgusting!” I yell as he laughs hysterically.
If only people understood what it’s like to lose a sibling. At first, there is anger and denial, but soon it dies down to incessant pain. It was really hard to comprehend, and I spent days in my room, interminable hours scrolling through social media, trying to distance myself from any reality I could possibly manage. At some point in the stages of my grief, I ran away, making a pledge with myself that I would find her and bring her to safety. My parents didn’t look for me. To be honest, they probably didn’t even realize I was gone.
I really enjoyed writing this story. We got a prompt, ‘write about someone or something that was lost’ and this is what I created with it. Unfortunately, I couldn’t put the whole story in because it was quite long and some of the themes are inappropriate for younger audiences.