"Welcome back, dear listeners. I would like to remind you that the weekly Time Change is approaching, so get ready to set your calenders back to March 9th!" Caden's smooth voice rolled over the microphone, but as he went to speak he was interrupted by muffled conversation and rustling papers. "Oh, thank you. I'm sorry listeners, but that was Gary, one of our surviving interns. He's just given me an update on the Slide Monster situation. Alright. Yes, mhm. Oh, oh dear... Well listeners, it seems that the Slide Monster has eaten one of our other interns. Shame, really. Anyways, now for the weather; The sky is gray as ever, with hints of that dust storm due for 6 PM tonight. Better grab your umbrellas!" A small ding goes off, telling Caden that it's reached that time to ask for callers. Not that he ever got any. "It's that time again listeners! Time to hear from any of you, anyone out there! I mean, you never answer, but that's alright." There's a moment of silence, and a clap. "Alright! Thank you for getting in touch! Now, for our daily traffic report." Caden stands and heads to the window, opening it and leaning out. After a moment, he closes it and returns to his stool, leaning into the microphone. "Okay listeners, there seems to be 47 blue cars, 91 red cars, and 12 yellow cars all still sitting on Copper street. So nothing much has changed this week, besides two or three cars moving. In local news, Mr. Alistair has announced that he has finally discovered the Necronimicon, and will begin raising the dead this Saturday. Now that that's over with, I'd like to discuss the new stranger who's recently moved in. His name is Lucas. Who is he, and why are his bright green eyes so wonderful? He says he is a reporter, working for a newspaper company that has sights on our little town of Dusk Haven. Is he with the Government? Does he have something to do with the UFOs in Cradle Valley? Probably not, but hey, who knows? That's all for tonight my dear listeners. Thank you for joining us, goodbye and goodnight, Dusk Haven."
Caden leans back, sighing. He stands to leave, when a scream from the hall interrupts him. Another intern gone, nothing unusual. A bloody envelope slips under the door, probably from Gary. He was Caden's favorite intern. This month. He began to walk over to it, when his purple gaze fell upon the phone on his desk. And as he'd predicted, it rang. He carefully took the receiver and raised it to his ear, answering in a smooth and perfect tone; "Hello, this is Caden Lucius, what's your story?"
This is so intriguing makes me want to read more hope you keep going with this story
ReplyDeleteYou are such a good writer, if you wrote books like this I would read them
ReplyDeletelove you Cole! can't wait to see what happens next!
ReplyDeletecan't wait until chapter 3
ReplyDeleteLove it! I had to go back and read everything else
ReplyDeleteThis is a neat little story. Here's what I like: you have a build. The drama / tension is building, slowly. Here's what's confusing: lots of parts of the story seem to stick out. Like I'm never quite sure what you just said or who you're talking about. I think that's because I don't have any backstory for this piece. All I know is that there's a guy / radio announcer who is talking from a dark room, losing interns, a slide monster, and someone who plans to raise the dead on Saturday. It all seems so random that I'm having a hard time following the story arc.
ReplyDeleteWhat you do well is how creative you are. The plot (even though it's based on another story you've read) seems original and the wording is fresh. Keep plugging away at it C.Hatch. :)