Dang, 700 moolah buckaroos. I can appropriately imagine what she'll do with that kind of cash! But I guess I'll have to wait and see for the next part!
Part 5 Lyla Smith
"Doghouse"
After Lyla changed her outfit into a jewel studded bikini provided by the wonderful, ever so loving … moreGeorgie, she took the time to sit and clear her thoughts. Georgie gave her and hour to get ready; he wanted to 'see' what she was capable of. She agreed to be a stripper and ONLY this; she didn't need anything about her whereabouts reach the business office or hell, her father. Georgie didn't like the idea at first and explained the policy of the Pudding & Pie; discretion is their guarantee, no one would know she was there and any information that they DID find out would stay a secret, no matter what. But Lyla was not too sure of this. You can only hide so many skeletons in your closet before someone detects the rotting smell of the truth. He eventually agreed and allowed her to work 3 nights as a dancer. She was given the name April Showers. Georgie was strange like that and allowed his girls to crea… [view original content]
Now this was genius writing as it evoked many emotions while I was reading it. First felt so sorry for her, then felt disturbed at way she was treated and now just anger at the way she was treated after reflecting about it I demand you kill Georgie painfully and brutally the cheek to treat her like that like a meaningless piece of meat the poor girl I actually cannot wait till the chapter where he gets what he deserves. Anyway from writer perpective perfect writing tension was high thorough very entertaining read. Grammar was nearly perfect. Scenes were so well described truly felt every scene and never got lost in the story thank you for the share superb MOAR please
Part 5 Lyla Smith
"Doghouse"
After Lyla changed her outfit into a jewel studded bikini provided by the wonderful, ever so loving … moreGeorgie, she took the time to sit and clear her thoughts. Georgie gave her and hour to get ready; he wanted to 'see' what she was capable of. She agreed to be a stripper and ONLY this; she didn't need anything about her whereabouts reach the business office or hell, her father. Georgie didn't like the idea at first and explained the policy of the Pudding & Pie; discretion is their guarantee, no one would know she was there and any information that they DID find out would stay a secret, no matter what. But Lyla was not too sure of this. You can only hide so many skeletons in your closet before someone detects the rotting smell of the truth. He eventually agreed and allowed her to work 3 nights as a dancer. She was given the name April Showers. Georgie was strange like that and allowed his girls to crea… [view original content]
Now this was genius writing as it evoked many emotions while I was reading it. First felt so sorry for her, then felt disturbed at way she w… moreas treated and now just anger at the way she was treated after reflecting about it I demand you kill Georgie painfully and brutally the cheek to treat her like that like a meaningless piece of meat the poor girl I actually cannot wait till the chapter where he gets what he deserves. Anyway from writer perpective perfect writing tension was high thorough very entertaining read. Grammar was nearly perfect. Scenes were so well described truly felt every scene and never got lost in the story thank you for the share superb MOAR please
Centuries ago Mandible lived in the darkest reaches of the woodlands, where few fables dared to tread into the darkness.
Mandible was born of Arachne the feared black widow, he never knew his father, as he was devoured by Arachne soon after his birth.
Mandible was only young when he came across a Young Jack, a boy as adventurous as he was ignorant. The boy had been wandering through the forest in search of treasures or trinkets left by previous travelers. When Jack spied Mandible, who at the time was just a baby, was still terrified of spiders and immediately turned to run out of the forest, he tripped and fell over a root before scrambling to his feet and fleeing.
Mandible went to investigate the area Jack had fell and discovered he had dropped a bean of some kind. Mandible was young, and to him this bean looked almost exactly like a fly without wings. Without hesitation mandible consumed the bean, the taste was disgusting and Mandible decided to return to his web and wait for some delicious insects instead. But, as mandible skittered home he felt his limbs beginning to enlarge, his legs started to grow incredibly fast, within minutes mandible was three times the size he was and was continuing to grow.
Soon Mandible had become so large he was unable to navigate through the dense woodlands. He made his way to the nearest clearing, squeezing between trees as his limbs continued to engorge. By the time Mandible broke into the clearing he was 8feet tall and his legs were thick like tree trunks (or giant bean stalks).
Suddenly mandible felt an overwhelming urge to feast, but he knew simple flies would not suffice anymore. He decided he would make his way to the nearest farm to find a meal. It wasn't far to Bo Peeps farmstead, he could sense it, smelling the scent of fresh meat on the wind.
He arrived at the farm and surveyed the area, cows and sheep, "fresh for the picking" he whispered to himself. He crawled over the fence, the animals were startled at the sight of the massive arachnid, they tried to flee but for one of Bo Peeps sheep it was already too late, he ensnared the animal on a sticky web and began to drag his catch back towards the forest.
When he had arrived back at his clearing the giant spider began to devour it's first real meal. This was the first of what would be hundreds of attacks on farm animals in the Woodlands. But Mandible was never truly satisfied with simple sheep and cow flesh, it wasn't long before he turned on his own kind. Including his mother, in an act of vengeance for his devoured father, or maybe just because he was hungry, he consumed Arachne his mother, and former leader of the woodland spiders and crowned himself king of all spiders and ruler of the woodland depths.
As word spread of the terrifying beast many valiant knights and hunters sought to bring Mandible down, but all they succeeded in was feeding the beast and allowing him to hoard away the treasures he secured as prized from his victims.
As the years passed and Mandible grew old sightings of the terrifying arachnid became less frequent until he was no longer seen by any residents of the woodlands. Many assumed the beast had died of old age.
They were wrong...
Mandible had become unable to hunt on his own, having feasted to heavily for many years. Mandible free fat and slow, and had his servants and offspring hunt and feed him in the depths of the woodlands where he resided.
As the old world fell to ruins Mandible was sought out by the crooked man. The crooked man offered him a deal, a world where he could move again, where he would not be confined to the woodlands that would soon no longer exist, leaving him trapped there to die.
Mandible would give the crooked man a cut of the loot he had acquired over his many years terrorizing the woodlands in exchange for a fresh start in Fabletown. But he would work for the crooked man. Mandible saw little choice, life or death. So he accepted the crooked mans deal.
He was given a new alias "Manny Webber" and has been living quietly in Fabletown as one of the crooked mans lackeys. Manny is able to operate under the radar of the woodlands business operations as is officially listed as deceased and none but the crooked man are aware of his true identity.
But, Mandible grows tired of the lifestyle of a servant, he plots to become king again, and not just king of spiders, he wishes to rule all of Fabletown. And the cunning spider will do whatever it takes to claim what he sees as rightfully his...
To be continued..
So basically I threw this together in 30 minutes while lying in bed with my iPhone. Sorry if there are typos or anything doesn't make sense, I will edit in the morning if I see any mistakes. If people like the idea I will continue the story with some of Mannys exploits in Fabletown and continue with his plan for town domination. I have a few ideas for crossovers with TWAU characters.
I thought it was time to put another bad guy in. Liked everyone's stories so far :)
Should have clarified lol compared to my grammar nearly perfect. Yeah shocked in a good way so pissed at georgie really excited to read the rest must see what happens
Mandible the spider king
Centuries ago Mandible lived in the darkest reaches of the woodlands, where few fables dared to tread into the… more darkness.
Mandible was born of Arachne the feared black widow, he never knew his father, as he was devoured by Arachne soon after his birth.
Mandible was only young when he came across a Young Jack, a boy as adventurous as he was ignorant. The boy had been wandering through the forest in search of treasures or trinkets left by previous travelers. When Jack spied Mandible, who at the time was just a baby, was still terrified of spiders and immediately turned to run out of the forest, he tripped and fell over a root before scrambling to his feet and fleeing.
Mandible went to investigate the area Jack had fell and discovered he had dropped a bean of some kind. Mandible was young, and to him this bean looked almost exactly like a fly without wings. Without hesitation mandible consumed the bean… [view original content]
Oh no, not a problem! :) I just appreciate the love and how much you guys are enjoying Lyla and her misadventures in Fabletown. Georgie WILL get his, though....
Should have clarified lol compared to my grammar nearly perfect. Yeah shocked in a good way so pissed at georgie really excited to read the rest must see what happens
When I write his Fabletown story as Manny he will reflect on many of his previous encounters and a deeper history. Just an introduction I wanted to write out while it was fresh in my mind :) but thank you. I will flesh out his story (literally and figuratively) tomorrow.
Loved this reminded me of all the adventure films as a kid I used to watch you have such a great imagination loved this. Grammar didn't spot a mistake spaced out superbly. Whole story I was entertained thorough hooked to every line so creative and different I can't wait to read what is going to happen next as I read through each line.
Overall
Superb MOAR please need it so badly to see KING OF THE SPIDERS love it
from the experience having done lots of crossover very impressive way your doing it well done
Mandible the spider king
Centuries ago Mandible lived in the darkest reaches of the woodlands, where few fables dared to tread into the… more darkness.
Mandible was born of Arachne the feared black widow, he never knew his father, as he was devoured by Arachne soon after his birth.
Mandible was only young when he came across a Young Jack, a boy as adventurous as he was ignorant. The boy had been wandering through the forest in search of treasures or trinkets left by previous travelers. When Jack spied Mandible, who at the time was just a baby, was still terrified of spiders and immediately turned to run out of the forest, he tripped and fell over a root before scrambling to his feet and fleeing.
Mandible went to investigate the area Jack had fell and discovered he had dropped a bean of some kind. Mandible was young, and to him this bean looked almost exactly like a fly without wings. Without hesitation mandible consumed the bean… [view original content]
Oh no, not a problem! :) I just appreciate the love and how much you guys are enjoying Lyla and her misadventures in Fabletown. Georgie WILL get his, though....
Lyla hated the city. She hated the noise. She hated the people. And she mostly hated how this weather was always changing in a blink of an eye. It was cold but clear early this morning; now, within minutes, the skies grew dark, the wind picked up and here came the rain. Lyla especially couldn't stand the rain and of all days to not have an umbrella. Lyla tried to cover her head with her coat but it was no use. She tried to pick up the pace but with her clumsy feet and slippery sidewalk, it was a dangerous combination from the start. Lyla continued down the sidewalk. She no longer cared if her makeup was smearing or her hair was turning into a giant rat's nest. Lyla searched for every landmarks that indicated her current location; that damn bar could not be that far, she thought. But alas, Lyla announced her defeat and took a seat under someone's front porch. The smell of coffee and muffins filled her nostrils and she noticed a little cafe' four buildings down. Her stomach let out a loud grumble and Lyla had to hunch over in embarrassment. Thank God no one is around, she thought. Lyla reached into her pocket and took out the $700 dollars she just received earlier from Georgie. The bills he gave her were all large bills; there was no way some mom and pop coffee shop would take this. She neatly placed the money back in her pocket and just sat there, hoping for the rain to pass. Lyla placed her head between her legs and sighed; what a fucking day this was turning out to be. Lyla closed her eyes for a few seconds before she heard the rustle of feet beside her. The first thought was the noise of the city. Then he spoke.
"Hey. What happened here? You alright?"
Lyla looked up and saw it was Gren. He looked ridiculous in that big jacket. He must REALLY hate the rain just as much as she did; he was still wearing the brown jacket underneath.
"Yeah, I'm alright. I just left work and this stupid rain shows up. I was heading for the Trip Trap but I sorta kinda got lost."
"Hm, now it's your job, huh? Alright, I'm actually headin' that way. With the rain, it's hard to do construction, so they let us leave early. C'mon, I'll walk with you."
Gren reached out his hand and Lyla instantly took it. He took off his jacket and without another word, placed it over her head. The jacket smelled strongly of cheap cologne, beer and smoke but Lyla loved it.
"Don't you need this? I'll be fine."
"Nah, you need it more than I do."
"Hm. Anything to help a damsel in distress, huh?"
"Is it working...."
Gren looked down at Lyla and smiled. She could feel her cheeks getting hot; the butterflies in her stomach were giving her the sensation to vomit but she had already spilled coffee on him earlier. Last thing he needed was vomit.
"So, Lyla. Where DO you work? At our last encounter you didn't specify."
"Club."
"Oh yeah? Which one?"
Lyla had to quickly think of a different club located in Fabletown. The Pudding & Pie probably was not the best answer. So her mind was soon rushed with all the names of clubs located in town. He was staring to look confused, so Lyla found one that seemed appropriate for his answer.
"The Pot o' Gold...."
"The gay club?"
"Yes....I'm a cocktail waitress...the manager overlooks my age. Everyone is too drunk to even bother asking..."
"Hmm. Sounds very interesting. Never a dull moment for ya'."
"You got that right."
Gren and Lyla continued walking down the sidewalk, both lost in conversation. This was defiantly making her day so much better. She just wanted to forget about the club, Georgie and even the Business office for a moment. She knew eventually those thoughts would flood her mind and Lyla would have to return to reality about the shit she had put herself in. But for right now, all she cared about was being with 'normal' people. They soon reached their destination. Gren walked forward, pulled the door open and waited. Lyla smiled and walked in. As she stood by the exit, she removed the coat and gave it back to Gren. Gren hung it up on the coat hanger located on the wall and escorted Lyla to the bar. As the two made their way in, a man in a flannel shirt and had a beard looked over and smiled. Lyla knew who he was instantly; how can she not remember the stories of the woodsman and the Big Bad Wolf. Her father told her that story as a young girl and even heard Bigby talk about it from time to time. He got up from his stool, walked over to Lyla and hugged her. She adored Woody, no matter what anyone said about him. Woody was almost like an uncle to Lyla and her sisters. Bigby thought it was silly John let the girls call him that. John would always come back with 'Well, he's not the one who cut my stomach up and filled it with stones, sooooo...' That always stopped Bigby. Her grasp around Woody's neck tightned; this is what she needed.
"Lyla, sweetie. Haven't seen you in awhile. Come. Sit. What are you doing here?"
As Woody said this, the bartender walked in. She looked at Lyla with a puzzled. on her face. She was an average height woman. Her snow white hair flowed past her shoulders and her usual burgundy dress was black today. She grabbed a glass from the shelf, walked to the mini refrigerator and took out a bottle of soda. Lyla almost laughed; it was Pepsi. All she could think of was Georgie and his stupid soda.
"Lyla sweetie, this is an unexpected surprise. Is everything ok?"
"Yeah, Holly. Everything is ok. I just got off of work and Gren invited me to stop by."
"Oh, he did, did he?"
Gren had already taken his usual spot and waited her his glass to fill with the thirst quenching liquor. Holly grabbed the bottle of Whiskey and poured him a glass. She then grabbed the bottle of soda, poured it into the glass for Lyla and handed it to her. She grabbed it and instantly placed it to her lips and took a drink.
"So, how do you know Gren, Lyla?"
"We met this morning. I accidentaly ran into him, he spilled his coffee and got angry. The rest is history."
"Hmm, sounds like the grouchy ol' Gren we all know,"
Gren flipped Holly the finger and the others laughed. Lyla couldn't remember the last time she had laughed like that. As she did, Woody reached over and grabbed her hand. Her hand was so small compared to his own.
"So Lyla, work huh. Nice to see you're in the business like your ol' man. How is he doing? Haven't heard from him in awhile. Must be busy."
"Yeah, he's always busy. Mom has been hinting he needs a vacation but for as long as I can remember, work always came first. And as far as the business goes, I'm no longer taking part in that..."
Everyone, including Gren looked at Lyla like she had commited murder. Oh, wait....she did that already. Holly poured the rest of her soda into the glass.
"So, you're no longer involved? Why? I remember you growing up and couldn't wait to work beside your father and Bigby."
"Eh, no longer have the drive for that. All those depressing faces...tearing families apart at times. Get's to you, you know? I guess you have to have the minset of what the job consists of."
"Or no heart..."
Gren said this as he took another long sip from his glass. Lyla did not like the comment but she knew it was true. Bigby cared but he had to separate the two emotions; she had seen it done before. But her father was able to avoid any emotions that came with it-angry, sad, excited.
Lyla recalled an incident that happened two years ago with a family. This haunts her dreams from time to time. The father was human and the mother was Vampire. They together had 5 children; 3 boys and 2 girls. All but one was human; this little boy tried so hard to act human but his Vampire side took over every time he came into contact with blood. Usually such cases, the sheriff and her dad would help them with therapy. Lyla was hired to train the boy and help him overcome this side. He was progressing and Lyla was sure he would learn to live in the mundy world. But one day, one of the boy's sibling fell off his bike and gashed his arm. The little boy instantly smelled the blood and lunged at his brother. It was a blessing the father was there and before he could sink his teeth into his brother's neck, the father pulled out his tranquilizer gun and shot the boy. He fell to his knees, closed his eyes and fell to the floor with a thud. That day, Lyla had to take the boy away to the farm. She has no idea how he's doing; her father never talks about it. When he reported the incident to Mayor Cole and Snow White, not once did he shed a tear. Maybe that is the reason she couldn't do this anymore-she was NOT like her father....
"Yeah, I agree Gren. But I guess that's part of the job...."
"Well, I hate to say it but at least the sheriff shows SOME emotion. This guy just goes on without-"
Woody flipped his glass over with force, causing Gren to stop talking.
"He's doing what needs to be done. You can't always cry when something like that happens. Some people can function like that. Lyla just can't do it...."
"Well, I don't blame her. Watching them seperat families, taking kids away...for what, because they are confused as to why they act the way they do? They should have a program to teach these kids...."
"They do, Gren. Therapy. That's what I would do....sometimes you can't change who you are, no matter how much you try. We all have slip ups. Hell, I've had a few..."
There was an awkward silence in the bar. All Lyla could hear were the ceiling fans above her. She could make out the rain outside had finally eased up. She was beginning to regret coming here. Fuck, no matter where she went. Finally, Gren spoke.
"Look, Lyla. I'm...sorry. You're not like him. You were just doing what you knew. Can't blame you. Ok..sorry..."
He reached over and grabbed Lyla's side. He pulled her closer to his side, lifted his drink and announced a toast.
"To Lyla and the now gay club she works for. May this bring more excitement to her then that shit hole business office. And to good friends. I love this place and the people here are ok."
"That was nice, Gren."
"Thanks Holly."
Everyone took a drink from their cups. As Lyla finished, she began to think of Georgie and the club. How long could she possibly hide this? And if anyone DID find out, would he still keep the secret? She excused herself and explained she had to head home. Gren took his last sip and stood up.
"Here, I'll walk you home."
"Oh no, it's ok. Stay here with your friends. Drink."
"No, he's right, sweetie. It's too dangerous out there to be alone. Let him."
Finally, after a few back and forth arguments, she agreed. Gren grabbed his coat and wrapped it around Lyla. No, it was not raining but the air was chilly. The two walked side by side. Along the way, they stopped for coffee; the damn smell just wouldn't leave her alone. Gren paid for it, so she didn't have to worry about the large bills or having to explain why she had so much. They finally reach the luxury side of Fabletown. The two stopped at her doorstop. Gren was never really good at these kinds of things; for fuck sake, he couldn't remember the last time he even SPOKE to a girl other than Holly or occasionally Snow. He rubbed the back of his neck and coughed several times. His right eye began changing to a solid milky color again. Lyla reached up and touched it gently.
"Why does it do that?"
"Eh, it's when I get mad...or nervous..."
"So, which one is it now?"
Gren didn't want to admit it but she was the most beautiful person right now in this whole fucked up city. All he could do was smile like an idiot and stare deep into her eyes; they were now a solid dark yellow. He could hear a small growl escape her throat. She smiled and began walking up to the front door.
"Thanks for walking me home."
"Hey, no problem. So, can I see you again?"
"Maybe...I do walk past the Trip Trap after work, so you never know."
And with that, Lyla went inside the house. Gren's smile was from ear to ear and for the first time in awhile, he had a pep in his step. A couple of people turned their heads in confusin at this awkward man nearly dancing his way down the street. As he carelessly walked away, he didn't see the man in the bowler hat standing behind the building located directly in front of Lyla's home. In hand he held a glass containing alcohol; in mere seconds after seeing what almost took place, his grip on the glass grew tighter and it shattered into a million pieces. The blood now dripping from his palms did not seem to bother him.
Part 6 Lyla smith
"Sit"
Lyla hated the city. She hated the noise. She hated the people. And she mostly hated how this weather was … morealways changing in a blink of an eye. It was cold but clear early this morning; now, within minutes, the skies grew dark, the wind picked up and here came the rain. Lyla especially couldn't stand the rain and of all days to not have an umbrella. Lyla tried to cover her head with her coat but it was no use. She tried to pick up the pace but with her clumsy feet and slippery sidewalk, it was a dangerous combination from the start. Lyla continued down the sidewalk. She no longer cared if her makeup was smearing or her hair was turning into a giant rat's nest. Lyla searched for every landmarks that indicated her current location; that damn bar could not be that far, she thought. But alas, Lyla announced her defeat and took a seat under someone's front porch. The smell of coffee and muffins filled her nostrils… [view original content]
Just gotta say I freakin love this Is and am patiently waiting for the next one :) this will become my drug soon. Your a very good writer I'm pretty sure ur not new to writing huh? I can see u writing some pretty amazing fanfics. Keep up the good work!
Part 2 Lyla Smith
"The leash law"
Georgie took Lyla inside the club; the bright pink neon signs were giving her a slight headache. She… more continued to follow him until he reached the bar. She took a seat at one of the stools and began rubbing her forehead. It had been a long night and all she wanted to do was rest and hope this wouldn't reach the mayor, sheriff or father. But something told her this wouldn't go away that easy and he was standing before her, pouring liquor into a glass. Georgie smiled; Lyla suddenly remembered who he was and the stories Bigby would tell. He pushed the glass towards Lyla and stood there, just smiling.
"I'm not allowed to drink just yet. I'm a minor..."
Georgie continued to stand there. His smile never left. Lyla was now beginning to understand WHY Bigby spoke nothing but horrible things and her father despising this place.
"It's okay, my dear sweet wolf. I know how much you dogs love a good whiskey … [view original content]
In a musty old apartment Manny sat hunched over in his chair. The only source of light in the apartment was the dull glow of a lit cigarette slowly burning out in an ashtray.
"F-fuck this pitiful human s-shell" Manny chattered to himself, the black market glamour the crooked man had supplied him left much to be desired.
A tall pale man with slender features, Manny touched the scar over his cheek, he had retained this mark even through the magic of the glamour after being struck by the magical blade of one of the knights of the round table in the old lands. He did not remember much of the old world but the day Sir Lancelot had entered his domain and managed to strike him was still fresh in his memory. "That f-fucking bastard". The cheap glamour the crooked man had supplied him also left his human form with a frustrating stutter that Manny was unable to overcome.
Manny raised his head and stretched his long arms and surveyed his apartment yet again, it was almost pitch black in the room but Manny had no problem seeing the world in the dark. He had lived in the darkness for hundreds of years and was still where he felt most comfortable. Mannys apartment was bare save a small tv in front of his chair and a fridge in the corner of the room. There was an empty shelf which had once been adorned with the trophies of his time in the woodlands. The helm of Lancelot had once sat upon the shelf, along with the bow of Robin Hood. Robin had been easy prey, his minstrels had alerted Mandible to their presence and he had descended on them and cacooned them before they had a chance to fight back.
When he first arrived in his apartment that the crooked man had assigned him in Fabletown, Manny had adorned his walls with the golden armor of Midas' footsoldiers who had sought out the spider king and met their end. It wasn't long before the crooked man began claiming his treasures as his own, insisting that they were not safe here and would attract unnecessary attention to him. Even his most prized trophy of Lancelot had been taken from him, and now he sat here in the dark empty room. Rage filling him, his legacy had been torn away from him.
"This t-town will be mine" he muttered to himself "and I s-shall fill hundreds of r-rooms with the tokens and t-trinkets of all who have wronged me... and even t-those who havn't".
As Manny sat deep in thought his concentration was broken by a knock at the door. Manny stood and slinked over to the door, it was late, who could possibly be here? He peered through the keyhole and saw nothing in the darkness outside. Manny unlocked the door and swung it open, there was nobody there but at his feet was a package addressed to him. Manny was overcome by the sweet smell of fresh flesh, he picked up the package and slammed the door behind him.
Sitting the package on the floor he examined the outside, it was blank, no sign of who had sent it. He carefully opened it and was most pleased with what he found, the white fleshy arm of a giant or a troll or maybe a mixture of both. Who it belonged to didn't matter, it had been a long time since he had feasted on fable meat. He lifted the arm out of the box and saw a small note stuck to the inside of the box.
"I require your assistance, the butcher came accross this and I thought you might appreciate it more than he, meet me at the usual spot 2AM tomorrow -CM"
So the crooked man required his assistance once more, it had been several years since he was last summoned. Manny had no interest in serving the crooked man, but this seemed like a perfect opportunity to enact his revenge. He did not have much time, Manny did not know where the crooked man's hideout was, and this was the only opportunity he would get to go face to face with him for who knows how many years.
He would have his vengeance, he would rule once more, but first he would feast on this small token from the crooked man. Manny removed his glamour, he started sprouting long black hair all over his body as his body began to fill the apartment, legs sprouting from his sides and his face contorting into it's true form. As he grew inside the apartment he knocked over the small tv in the middle room as it smashed on the floor.
Mandible enjoyed being in his real form, but was impractical in such a small space, once he had finished this meal he would return to his weak alter ego of Manny, but to fully enjoy fable flesh he wanted to be whole. The taste brought back memories of the old world, he remembered his days as king, and would stop at nothing to return to those days once more. He had a plan, and maybe he would use the crooked man to bring that plan to fruition, before disposing of him entirely.
"Yesss, all willlll be miiine onceeeee mooore"....
Mandible the spider king
Centuries ago Mandible lived in the darkest reaches of the woodlands, where few fables dared to tread into the… more darkness.
Mandible was born of Arachne the feared black widow, he never knew his father, as he was devoured by Arachne soon after his birth.
Mandible was only young when he came across a Young Jack, a boy as adventurous as he was ignorant. The boy had been wandering through the forest in search of treasures or trinkets left by previous travelers. When Jack spied Mandible, who at the time was just a baby, was still terrified of spiders and immediately turned to run out of the forest, he tripped and fell over a root before scrambling to his feet and fleeing.
Mandible went to investigate the area Jack had fell and discovered he had dropped a bean of some kind. Mandible was young, and to him this bean looked almost exactly like a fly without wings. Without hesitation mandible consumed the bean… [view original content]
Writers Block......... How to progress. Evil, Good. Happy, Lost.
The fabled story is constructed as a "tale of the crypt". Within Horror there are no real happy endings, but in Fables there is always the ever after.
Although any beauty in this tale is when leaving the reader with their own choice of any happened events. Masked in humor to prevent some macabre and chilling content.
Zombieboy being catchy as a reference only to the undead, rather then being that rabid festering ghoul in any physical manifestation. A different take on the zombification processes when working into ancient medicine. Using some known fabled lore references as catalysts.
Apology on the use of my lazy grammar and leaving some facts to your own discernment when being somewhat iinconsistent to final explanation.
Final thoughts: Within the afterlife there is only ever repetition. But did in fact provide as a way out a means of escape, or was truly evil?
How would any apparition manifesting, fit into Fabletown, harder to say......
Interested to see where this goes. While the zombie theme is familiar, Bob seemingly keeping all his mental faculties intact is somewhat dif… moreferent and could lead to poignant circumstances depending on how he is greeted in Fabletown. Also, as Mark said, splits here and there would be useful, but otherwise a good start.
Author's Note: Acknowledgements.
Writers Block......... How to progress. Evil, Good. Happy, Lost.
The fabled story is constructed … moreas a "tale of the crypt". Within Horror there are no real happy endings, but in Fables there is always the ever after.
Although any beauty in this tale is when leaving the reader with their own choice of any happened events. Masked in humor to prevent some macabre and chilling content.
Zombieboy being catchy as a reference only to the undead, rather then being that rabid festering ghoul in any physical manifestation. A different take on the zombification processes when working into ancient medicine. Using some known fabled lore references as catalysts.
Apology on the use of my lazy grammar and leaving some facts to your own discernment when being somewhat iinconsistent to final explanation.
Final thoughts: Within the afterlife there is only ever repetition. But did in fact provide as… [view original content]
Part 6 Lyla smith
"Sit"
Lyla hated the city. She hated the noise. She hated the people. And she mostly hated how this weather was … morealways changing in a blink of an eye. It was cold but clear early this morning; now, within minutes, the skies grew dark, the wind picked up and here came the rain. Lyla especially couldn't stand the rain and of all days to not have an umbrella. Lyla tried to cover her head with her coat but it was no use. She tried to pick up the pace but with her clumsy feet and slippery sidewalk, it was a dangerous combination from the start. Lyla continued down the sidewalk. She no longer cared if her makeup was smearing or her hair was turning into a giant rat's nest. Lyla searched for every landmarks that indicated her current location; that damn bar could not be that far, she thought. But alas, Lyla announced her defeat and took a seat under someone's front porch. The smell of coffee and muffins filled her nostrils… [view original content]
That clarifies a few things.
If you've got the ol' writer's block you could try imagining yourself as the reader and contemplating where you'd like it to go, without all the thoughts of the writer.
If that's terrible advice, my apologies.
Author's Note: Acknowledgements.
Writers Block......... How to progress. Evil, Good. Happy, Lost.
The fabled story is constructed … moreas a "tale of the crypt". Within Horror there are no real happy endings, but in Fables there is always the ever after.
Although any beauty in this tale is when leaving the reader with their own choice of any happened events. Masked in humor to prevent some macabre and chilling content.
Zombieboy being catchy as a reference only to the undead, rather then being that rabid festering ghoul in any physical manifestation. A different take on the zombification processes when working into ancient medicine. Using some known fabled lore references as catalysts.
Apology on the use of my lazy grammar and leaving some facts to your own discernment when being somewhat iinconsistent to final explanation.
Final thoughts: Within the afterlife there is only ever repetition. But did in fact provide as… [view original content]
Can someone tell me how to post images to this forum? Will write chapter two later today if people are still interested in the exploits of Mandible/Manny :D
Chapter One: Manny the Deceiver
In a musty old apartment Manny sat hunched over in his chair. The only source of light in the apartment… more was the dull glow of a lit cigarette slowly burning out in an ashtray.
"F-fuck this pitiful human s-shell" Manny chattered to himself, the black market glamour the crooked man had supplied him left much to be desired.
A tall pale man with slender features, Manny touched the scar over his cheek, he had retained this mark even through the magic of the glamour after being struck by the magical blade of one of the knights of the round table in the old lands. He did not remember much of the old world but the day Sir Lancelot had entered his domain and managed to strike him was still fresh in his memory. "That f-fucking bastard". The cheap glamour the crooked man had supplied him also left his human form with a frustrating stutter that Manny was unable to overcome.
Manny raised his head and st… [view original content]
Chapter One: Manny the Deceiver
In a musty old apartment Manny sat hunched over in his chair. The only source of light in the apartment… more was the dull glow of a lit cigarette slowly burning out in an ashtray.
"F-fuck this pitiful human s-shell" Manny chattered to himself, the black market glamour the crooked man had supplied him left much to be desired.
A tall pale man with slender features, Manny touched the scar over his cheek, he had retained this mark even through the magic of the glamour after being struck by the magical blade of one of the knights of the round table in the old lands. He did not remember much of the old world but the day Sir Lancelot had entered his domain and managed to strike him was still fresh in his memory. "That f-fucking bastard". The cheap glamour the crooked man had supplied him also left his human form with a frustrating stutter that Manny was unable to overcome.
Manny raised his head and st… [view original content]
Can someone tell me how to post images to this forum? Will write chapter two later today if people are still interested in the exploits of Mandible/Manny :D
lol I do that kind of the great thing about writing is when you get bored can throw in random violent scene to much fun lol
For me with writers block I write story's like I'm writing a blockbuster film I imagine the start, middle and end with all big events I want to happen then during the day on reflection you perfect your ideas. Then when your writing it's easy just write about the movie playing in your head if visualize the story helps me notice story pacing issues or making the story make sense and be realistic.
That clarifies a few things.
If you've got the ol' writer's block you could try imagining yourself as the reader and contemplating where you'd like it to go, without all the thoughts of the writer.
If that's terrible advice, my apologies.
Yeah, I try and go for the movie playing in my head too, so now I'm not sure why I said the above. I bow to your superior writing insight ;P I've written a little and it's pretty much ready, however there's not much as I'm a little unsure of it. Oh well, I will post it soon.
lol I do that kind of the great thing about writing is when you get bored can throw in random violent scene to much fun lol
For me with… more writers block I write story's like I'm writing a blockbuster film I imagine the start, middle and end with all big events I want to happen then during the day on reflection you perfect your ideas. Then when your writing it's easy just write about the movie playing in your head if visualize the story helps me notice story pacing issues or making the story make sense and be realistic.
I beat your terrible advice Lupine lol
btw can't wait for your story
Chapter One: Manny the Deceiver
In a musty old apartment Manny sat hunched over in his chair. The only source of light in the apartment… more was the dull glow of a lit cigarette slowly burning out in an ashtray.
"F-fuck this pitiful human s-shell" Manny chattered to himself, the black market glamour the crooked man had supplied him left much to be desired.
A tall pale man with slender features, Manny touched the scar over his cheek, he had retained this mark even through the magic of the glamour after being struck by the magical blade of one of the knights of the round table in the old lands. He did not remember much of the old world but the day Sir Lancelot had entered his domain and managed to strike him was still fresh in his memory. "That f-fucking bastard". The cheap glamour the crooked man had supplied him also left his human form with a frustrating stutter that Manny was unable to overcome.
Manny raised his head and st… [view original content]
Yeah, I try and go for the movie playing in my head too, so now I'm not sure why I said the above. I bow to your superior writing insight ;P… more I've written a little and it's pretty much ready, however there's not much as I'm a little unsure of it. Oh well, I will post it soon.
Right, I've finally gotten round to writing something else, however it's really not much. It pretty much follows on from the first bit I did, though it's something a bit different, and it's more of a setting up for things to follow. Anyway, preface over.
One Month Later.
A hotel near the Trip Trap Bar. On the outside wall a neon sign glows rhythmically, the intense reds and blues illuminating the dirty streets before hiding them again; inside a small room directly behind the sign a weasel sits on a bed.
When the sign glows, his features show his hard times: there's a furrowed brow, bent whiskers, streaks of grey fur from stress. He's not too old, for a Fable, yet his heart seems to beat harder than before. He wears a red silk dressing gown, has a monocle lying somewhere. Fortunes have changed and gone is the once proud Weasel, replaced by one who is now just trying to survive.
Over the past month the question of who he was gripped him until it became an obsession, to which he lost himself. Everyone else knew who they were, what made them unique, and the Weasel felt lessened for not knowing. Attempting to unearth answers from his own memory proved futile, so he tracked down people from his past, people who knew him at the time; this proved to be of just as much use. Most he asked said they could not remember; some would not speak to him; and the other weasels, the ones most likely to know, were all on The Farm. Mr. Weasel had no intention of visiting that place.
Soon, after becoming so enthralled in his search, debts began to pile up, payments were missed, and his savings vanished, which led to his eviction from The Woodlands and his current residence in this hotel. He could afford the room for a month, though he had no intention of staying for that long. Telling himself all would be fine once he'd found the answer - when he knew what made him a Fable - his life would get back to normal. It had to.
Out of desperation Weasel concocted his next plan. Rousing himself, he leaned across to the bedside cabinet for a Glamour. No matter what, he was determined to keep himself with Glamours - he needed them to fit in, to show he could be more than a weasel, so he could look human. In a strange way he was addicted to looking human. After the effects were applied he walked over to the mirror to inspect the results: black hair with only a little grey around the sides, a somewhat pointed nose, a moderately defined jaw, and no more beady eyes. These things pleased him.
Changing into a black jacket, deep navy shirt with blue buttons and dark jeans, he felt ready as he placed on a pair of boots. A screwdriver and a bottle of whiskey were the final things he grabbed before setting off to break into The Woodlands. Into the Business Office.
Right, I've finally gotten round to writing something else, however it's really not much. It pretty much follows on from the first bit I did… more, though it's something a bit different, and it's more of a setting up for things to follow. Anyway, preface over.
One Month Later.
A hotel near the Trip Trap Bar. On the outside wall a neon sign glows rhythmically, the intense reds and blues illuminating the dirty streets before hiding them again; inside a small room directly behind the sign a weasel sits on a bed.
When the sign glows, his features show his hard times: there's a furrowed brow, bent whiskers, streaks of grey fur from stress. He's not too old, for a Fable, yet his heart seems to beat harder than before. He wears a red silk dressing gown, has a monocle lying somewhere. Fortunes have changed and gone is the once proud Weasel, replaced by one who is now just trying to survive.
Over the past month the question of who he was… [view original content]
Right, I've finally gotten round to writing something else, however it's really not much. It pretty much follows on from the first bit I did… more, though it's something a bit different, and it's more of a setting up for things to follow. Anyway, preface over.
One Month Later.
A hotel near the Trip Trap Bar. On the outside wall a neon sign glows rhythmically, the intense reds and blues illuminating the dirty streets before hiding them again; inside a small room directly behind the sign a weasel sits on a bed.
When the sign glows, his features show his hard times: there's a furrowed brow, bent whiskers, streaks of grey fur from stress. He's not too old, for a Fable, yet his heart seems to beat harder than before. He wears a red silk dressing gown, has a monocle lying somewhere. Fortunes have changed and gone is the once proud Weasel, replaced by one who is now just trying to survive.
Over the past month the question of who he was… [view original content]
More please very intelligent writing love the attention to detail with your descriptions making sure always set the scene at every moment. This was quality but need MOAR please brilliant well done
Right, I've finally gotten round to writing something else, however it's really not much. It pretty much follows on from the first bit I did… more, though it's something a bit different, and it's more of a setting up for things to follow. Anyway, preface over.
One Month Later.
A hotel near the Trip Trap Bar. On the outside wall a neon sign glows rhythmically, the intense reds and blues illuminating the dirty streets before hiding them again; inside a small room directly behind the sign a weasel sits on a bed.
When the sign glows, his features show his hard times: there's a furrowed brow, bent whiskers, streaks of grey fur from stress. He's not too old, for a Fable, yet his heart seems to beat harder than before. He wears a red silk dressing gown, has a monocle lying somewhere. Fortunes have changed and gone is the once proud Weasel, replaced by one who is now just trying to survive.
Over the past month the question of who he was… [view original content]
Loving he darkness of the story, Manny is scaring the hell out of me and the whole arm thing made me laugh! Good job! Keep at it! Sad to say you can no longer post pictures at the moment. :( I too, had some I wanted to share....
The rain hammered down on Mandible as he clung to the high walls of the dark alley where he was to meet the crooked man. It was after 2AM, the crooked man was late...
Mandible peered into the darkness, despite his size he knew he could not be seen from the street, even by the sharpest eyes. No cars drove down the nearby street, this spot had been chosen as their meeting place when they first moved to Fabletown. There was nothing but a few decrepit apartment buildings on the street and held no interest for late night wandering mundies.
A car pulled in to the alley, he had finally arrived. Mandible saw he was not alone, two figures stepped from the car and into the dark alley, choosing to leave the car headlights on.
Mandible strained to see who the second figure was, but could not make them out from such a distance.
What was the crooked man thinking? He had never brought another Fable to a meeting with him, nobody was meant to know that Mandible still lived, none were allowed to ruin his secret identity. There must be a problem.
Mandibles eyes narrowed as the figures stepped into the headlights of the stationary vehicle, the engine was still running, they clearly did not expect to be here long. As the light illuminated them he made out the second person, a female, he did not recognize this one. Mandible crawled along the wall of the alley, careful not to alert the now stationary figures below him. Edging closer to get a better look at the newcomer.
The woman had an air of death around her, he could sense her lust for blood, this woman was a trained killer he was sure.
"Whyy have you brought thisssss thing to our meeting place, do you forget our arrangement old man?" Mandibles voice bounced around the alley, the woman peered upwards but was unable to see who spoke the words in the darkness of the alley.
"It is necessary" The crooked man replied, smiling upwards in to the darkness. "She should need to meet you, as you will soon be working together"
Mandible chattered his teeth "Work with? No, no, no. Thissss is not how it will beee".
"Do not worry, she can be trusted with your secret"
"It is not my sssecret I am worried about, you sshould be worried about herrr" Mandle edged closer, positioning himself directly above the woman.
"This is Queen Mary, I thought it would be somewhat poetic to have the Queen and the King working together. She has taken a liking to the title Bloody Mary however"
Mandible emerged into the light of the car right next to Mary, she jumped back with a start drawing her pistol and levelling it at him.
"Are you afraid little one?" Mandible taunted.
"I do not fear spiders, especially not fat bastards like you" she retorted.
"Hah! Well... you would be right to be afraid, it is foolish to be anything elsssse."
"If you two are finished with the pleasantries I would like to get down to business, if you would be so kind to apply your glamour, we do not need to attract unwanted attention with an 8 foot spider that speaks, would you not agree?"
Mandible was hesitant but decided to re-apply his glamour and find our what the man wanted. His limbs shrunk and contorted into a human face and body. Returning to his human shell.
"Still fuckin' ugly aren't you" Mary said still pointing the pistol at Manny's face.
"Now now Mary, I need you two to get along for what's to come next". The crooked man reached out and lowered Marys outstretched arm weilding the gun.
"S-spit it out old m-man, why have you b-brought me here, and this ignorant w-wench" .
"Still struggling with that stutter I see? A shame, but to glamour a creature as large as you takes strong magic, there were bound to be impurities... No matter"
"The reason I have brought you here is because I need the both of you to take care of a small problem. It seems as though a certain 'business' partner of mine has been caught getting up to no good. The sheriff has been causing a lot of problems for me and my friends around town, and is now hunting this particular friend. You do not need to know his name, but suffice to say I need to get my hands on him before the wolf gets to him."
"W-what does this h-have to d-do with me? And m-more importantly what does this have t-to do with the b-bitch".
"I've heard about enough out of you, insect, I suggest you choose your next words more carefully..." Mary began reaching for her weapon again.
"And w-what will you do about it if i d-don't, c-cunt".
"THATS ENOUGH, both of you, I do not have time to babysit you, if you would listen we can be out of here, I do not enjoy standing in the rain any longer than I have to" The crooked man adjusted his his tie which had straightened during his outburst, making sure that it was crooked once more. "Now all I need you to do is make sure that the wolf doesn't escape with the fugitive and that he is taken in to our... 'protective' custody. I have had the tweedles tailing him, I know where he is heading next, but I can not trust the two idiot brothers with a matter as important as this."
"All I need you to do Manny is make sure you keep eyes on our target once he has been spotted, he's a slender man, elderly, glasses perched on the base of his nose. Seems to take to wearing a suit wherever he goes. He will be easy to spot, even among a crowd. I will call you when the tweedles have sighted him, and it will be both your jobs to make sure he does not escape, and more importantly that he is not captured by the wolf. Do you both understand?"
"And w-what exactly is in t-this for me?"
"I expect you enjoyed the small gift I sent you? Well let's just say there will plenty of opportunity for more of where that came from..."
"F-Fine. I will await your call..." Manny removed his glamour and skittered down the alley and in to the darkness.
"I do not need this overgrown piece of shit getting in my way Sir, I can handle this on my own, why do we need him?" Mary blurted out after Mandible had disappeared from sight.
"You will see my darling, best not to question my methods, am I ever wrong in my judgement"
"No Sir, but-"
"That is all Mary, now if you don't mind I would like to get out of this rain and return home"
"Yes... Sir".
The two returned to the car, Mandible watched from a safe distance, from where he could not be seen. As the car began to back out of the alley Mandible scrambled along the alley walls towards the exit. He had planned to follow the crooked man to his hideout and prepare for the next phase of his plan. But he had been given an opportunity to take care of the bitch, and get a free meal in the process first. He was most pleased with the way the meeting had turned out.
"I will be where you want when you call... but to not expect me to be there to help you, foolissssh old man. I hope thissss woman putsss up a fight, it has been too long since I have had to work for a meal..."
Mandible skittered along the alley walls in to the night. The time for vengeance was drawing ever closer.
Part 6 Lyla smith
"Sit"
Lyla hated the city. She hated the noise. She hated the people. And she mostly hated how this weather was … morealways changing in a blink of an eye. It was cold but clear early this morning; now, within minutes, the skies grew dark, the wind picked up and here came the rain. Lyla especially couldn't stand the rain and of all days to not have an umbrella. Lyla tried to cover her head with her coat but it was no use. She tried to pick up the pace but with her clumsy feet and slippery sidewalk, it was a dangerous combination from the start. Lyla continued down the sidewalk. She no longer cared if her makeup was smearing or her hair was turning into a giant rat's nest. Lyla searched for every landmarks that indicated her current location; that damn bar could not be that far, she thought. But alas, Lyla announced her defeat and took a seat under someone's front porch. The smell of coffee and muffins filled her nostrils… [view original content]
Lyla was sound asleep and lost in thought. Everything was falling into place; no one suspected a thing and all she had to do was keep loud mouth quiet and hopefully, everything would blow over in the end. She was deep in her dreams when she was suddenly awoken by a loud knock from the front door. She glanced at her clock and saw the time: 7:30am. Who the hell is that at this hour, she asked herself. Slowly Lyla emerged from her bed and stumbled to her door. Fuck, how she hated being woken up this early. The house was quiet; her father must be at work, her sisters either dead asleep or out and she knew her mother was not home. It was grocery day and that woman loved getting an early start. The loud knocking continued; this was giving her a headache now and was starting to lose her temper. She could feel her inner wolf poking it's ugly head out. Lyla opened the door and was shocked at who stood in her doorway.
"What the hell happened to your hand?"
"Don't fucking worry about it. C'mon. Get dressed. We have shit to do."
Lyla's never left his side; Georgie was now looking at a family portrait of the family. This was making Lyla uncomfortable; not Georgie but the whole idea of him BEING in the house. If her father were here.
"You better get out of here. My father will not like it if he finds you here."
"He ain't here. The car is not out front..."
"My mom took it. He and Bigby take a cab or drive. Now, can you please go? It's too damn early."
Georgie reached into his pocket and pulled out more money. That seemed to be his way of keeping girls' mouths shut. He began counting out loud and the whole time, kept his eyes on her. There was something different about them today. They didn't seem so angry. As he finished counting, he took the rest of the money and placed it back in his pocket. In his other hand he held another $700.
"Come on a drive with me. Let me buy you breakfast. You like omelettes?"
This had to be a trick. Something didn't seem right but she had never heard of this Georgie before. Can she really trust this guy?
"What's with the money?"
"Don't worry about work tonight. In fact, don't worry about dancing ever again. You are now going to be my personal assistant. If I need something done, cleaned, taken care of, that's where you come in. I will provide you with the outfit. This money would have been for tonight but instead, if you go to breakfast with me, this can be your's."
Lyla agreed and after applying on some makeup and changing her clothes, Georgie escorted her to his own personal car. As she reached for the door handle, Georgie's hand stopped her's and he opened the door. Lyla watched him do this and froze when he did this. All he did was smile and look at her. He had a grin from ear to ear. Lyla thanked him and sat in the passenger side. The seats were covered in a purple faux fur. Oh the front mirror dangled down a fluffy pair of dice. The wheel was shaped like chains and the stick shift handle was topped ever so cleverly with his initials in gold: G.P. Georgie took his seat, placed the keys in the ignition and started the car. He reached down, put the car into shift and drove away. The car ride was silent; man, this guy really knows how to hold a conversation. The road was partially dead and he was able to weave in and out with no problems. They reached the Egg Man diner. He parked the car, got out and went all the way to Lyla's side. He opened the door again for her. Lyla got out and the two began walking inside. They took a seat in a little booth in the back. As she fumbled through the menu, Lyla had a strange feeling she was being watched. She looked over and yes, there he sat, just staring. The waitress brought them each coffee. As she stirred her sugar and cream into her cup, she focused herself on Georgie.
"Ok seriously. What is this?"
"What. Can't two friends go out for a simple breakfast?"
"Friends?? Now I'm YOUR friend?"
The waitress returned and Lyla soon forgot the question for now. They both ordered ham and cheese omelettes with a side of hash browns.
"To answer your question. Yes. Why not? We need to get used to each other and learn a little something about each other, so let me go first. You already know my name, as I of yours. I know EVERYTHING about your folks; mine, eh. I have no idea. Dead I'm sure. I have two older sibling but fuck, when we had to leave the homelands, I have no idea what happened to them. I was struggling like everyone was. I didn't have the luxury of knowing the sheriff or sucking his dick to get a comfortable little section like your dad did. I wasn't born with a silver spoon in my mouth like you, sweetie. I had to fight to stay alive, do anything I could to live in the fucked up town. I was offered this club as a way to pay down debt...make a living. Do I like it? It has its moments."
"Hm. My father and Bigby talk about you from time to time. Now, let me tell you about me. I watched my father struggle everyday to keep us safe; we were 'half-breeds'; I'm sure you know what they do with them if they do not fall under the category of 'normal.' He almost lost my sister Gina AND his job when she was born. Mom and dad told us when she was first born, she was in wolf form and wouldn't change back. She also had a mean temper and would howl at all hours of the night. Mayor Cole didn't want to but warned him if they couldn't control her, she would have to live on the Farm. Dad and mom struggled until Sheriff Bigby saved them. He moved them out there and helped train Gina to stay in her 'human' form. Ever since then, they have stayed there. You do what you can, Georgie. I don't see that as being a problem. you all make it sound so easy..."
Georgie fell silent. Lyla continued to stir her coffee and before he could speak again, the waitress returned with their food. Lyla grabbed the ketchup bottle and placed a hefty amount on her plate. All she wanted to do was eat and go back home. No one would ever understand. Her heart began to thud against her chest. Lyla was getting angry again and she could feel her 'wolf' again. She tried to avoid it and continued eating but it was hard to avoid the growls escaping her mouth and her right hand suddenly showing claws. She stopped eating, dropped her fork and quickly left the booth. She hid her hand in her pocket and with a dash, left the dinner. Georgie stood up, placed $40 bucks on the table and followed Lyla out the door. Georgie found her power walking down the sidewalk. He chased after her and as he got closer, could hear her mumbling to herself.
Lyla turned around; her eyes were a piercing yellow and her bottom teeth had converted into fangs.
"Ok, look...wait...hol..hold on. *coughs* Ok, look. I'm sorry. I don't know what the fuck I did to get your panties in a bunch and to have you walk out like that but please, wait. I'm sorry. I thought we were talking and-"
"Is that how you always start off conversations? Bashing someone's family because you don't know the whole story? All you people see is my father and Bigby together-that is it! No one get's it!"
Lyla now had tears in her eyes. It was blurring her ability to see, so she took off towards the subway. She quickly walked down the stairs, all the while, Georgie was hot on her trail.
"LYLA! Will you wait?!"
Georgie found Lyla standing quietly by the tracks. Before he could say anything, they heard a disturbing laugh. They both turned and saw three people standing there: A young lady with blonde hair who was wearing a black leather suit, a man in a top hat and scruffy hair and the third a man with brown hair covering his right eye. The girl spoke.
"Well, well, well. what do we have here? Hmm, you seem lost little puppy. Do we need to place posters all over town for you?"
The two men laughed and as they did, cocked their guns. She took out a pistol from her belt, loaded the chambers and walked towards Lyla.
"Who the hell are you?"
"Oh, how rude are we! Hm. Ok, since WE know who YOU are, let's have circle time. I'm Alice, that is the Mad Hatter and the March Hare and you have just walked into our little Wonderland without paying the fee..."
"What fee? I didn't see no-"
Alice cocked the gun and pointed it at Lyla's face.
"Please, sweetie. Don't start running your mouth. I'm in no mood and the last person that did, oh I don't know...DIED!"
The other men laughed; this made her very uncomfortable. Georgie grabbed her arm and began guiding back the way they came from.
"And where do you think YOU are going, pimp?"
"Look. Sorry we disturbed you folks but we were just leaving-"
"WHY?? I thought we were having sooooooooooo much fun!!!"
Lyla tried to force the wolf side out; she could easily take them out. But fear was in the way of it. Fuck. All she could do was turn and run. Forget Georgie-he was on his own. As she began running, she heard Alice.
"Get that lil' bitch! She's mine..."
The Mad Hatter and Hare chased after her, not before Georgie tripped them both. They dropped their guns and has they tried reaching for them, he punched them both in the face. Georgie kicked the Hare in the face, which sent him flying into the wall. Hatter got up and the two fist fought. He punched Georgie in the gut, causing him to stumbled backwards. Lyla stopped and watched in horror. Was he actually fighting them off? Alice just stood there, watching. Georgie took another swing and knocked the Hatter down. Georgie kicked the guns aside and watched Alice. She dropped her gun and motioned for him to hit her. Georgie hesitated at first.
Aww, what's wrong, Georgie Porgie? I though you loved to kiss the girls, make them cry and when the boys come out, you run like the pussy you are..."
Georgie charged Alice and the two fist fought. As they were doing this, Georgie didn't see the Hatter reach for his gun. Before Lyla could say anything, Hatter pulled the trigger. The sound of a gun shot echoed; everyone was silent. Alice looked down at Georgie and smiled. Georgie felt a burning sensation, looked down and saw the crimson red color. He looked over at Lyla, then fell to the floor. The three picked up their weapons and walked right pass Lyla. As they did, Alice smiled.
"Well, this was fun, sweetie. Do stop by sometime, k? Maybe for some tea...."
Lyla was left alone in the subway. She ran over to Georgie's side; he was not moving at all. his breathing became short and he would not open his eyes. Lyla tried covering the bullet wound with her hand.
Edit: im just going to finish this. I had some good pictures to go with the next part but since they disabled adding pictures you just going to have to use your imagination until then lol.
Part 3
Draco preparing to strike suddenly halts and the aura from the crest reverts him back into his human form, and renders him unconsc… moreious. The large wolf also returns to his normal size and summons a group of fairies to take the unconscious Draco through the forest.....
Draco awoken inside of a house in front of a warm fire, with the only memory of him and the wolf during their short conflict.
He notices a group of pictures decorated. They were label pictures of people and mystical creatures and he browses through as many before he is interrupted by a dwarf. "What the hell...." Draco as he see's the dwarf. "Yes i sometimes get that alot" the dwarf replied. But really, there is much I need to discuss with you regarding your father, the homelands and the mundy world. Draco interrupted the dwarf and told him "Yeah sorry but as much as I would like to learn more about this fairytale, I have move importants things to do in th… [view original content]
(I sit near my fireplace, as I calmly sip some of my finest, blood-red wine)
My, my. All of these stories. Such adventures! Written with passion and an undying lust for creativity. I simply... applaud these works of literature that litter the pages before me. (I get up and raise my glass) May creativity last forever in our minds, and be eternal in our hearts. Thank you, storytellers, it's all I could ever ask for.
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Centuries ago Mandible lived in the darkest reaches of the woodlands, where few fables dared to tread into the darkness.
Mandible was born of Arachne the feared black widow, he never knew his father, as he was devoured by Arachne soon after his birth.
Mandible was only young when he came across a Young Jack, a boy as adventurous as he was ignorant. The boy had been wandering through the forest in search of treasures or trinkets left by previous travelers. When Jack spied Mandible, who at the time was just a baby, was still terrified of spiders and immediately turned to run out of the forest, he tripped and fell over a root before scrambling to his feet and fleeing.
Mandible went to investigate the area Jack had fell and discovered he had dropped a bean of some kind. Mandible was young, and to him this bean looked almost exactly like a fly without wings. Without hesitation mandible consumed the bean, the taste was disgusting and Mandible decided to return to his web and wait for some delicious insects instead. But, as mandible skittered home he felt his limbs beginning to enlarge, his legs started to grow incredibly fast, within minutes mandible was three times the size he was and was continuing to grow.
Soon Mandible had become so large he was unable to navigate through the dense woodlands. He made his way to the nearest clearing, squeezing between trees as his limbs continued to engorge. By the time Mandible broke into the clearing he was 8feet tall and his legs were thick like tree trunks (or giant bean stalks).
Suddenly mandible felt an overwhelming urge to feast, but he knew simple flies would not suffice anymore. He decided he would make his way to the nearest farm to find a meal. It wasn't far to Bo Peeps farmstead, he could sense it, smelling the scent of fresh meat on the wind.
He arrived at the farm and surveyed the area, cows and sheep, "fresh for the picking" he whispered to himself. He crawled over the fence, the animals were startled at the sight of the massive arachnid, they tried to flee but for one of Bo Peeps sheep it was already too late, he ensnared the animal on a sticky web and began to drag his catch back towards the forest.
When he had arrived back at his clearing the giant spider began to devour it's first real meal. This was the first of what would be hundreds of attacks on farm animals in the Woodlands. But Mandible was never truly satisfied with simple sheep and cow flesh, it wasn't long before he turned on his own kind. Including his mother, in an act of vengeance for his devoured father, or maybe just because he was hungry, he consumed Arachne his mother, and former leader of the woodland spiders and crowned himself king of all spiders and ruler of the woodland depths.
As word spread of the terrifying beast many valiant knights and hunters sought to bring Mandible down, but all they succeeded in was feeding the beast and allowing him to hoard away the treasures he secured as prized from his victims.
As the years passed and Mandible grew old sightings of the terrifying arachnid became less frequent until he was no longer seen by any residents of the woodlands. Many assumed the beast had died of old age.
They were wrong...
Mandible had become unable to hunt on his own, having feasted to heavily for many years. Mandible free fat and slow, and had his servants and offspring hunt and feed him in the depths of the woodlands where he resided.
As the old world fell to ruins Mandible was sought out by the crooked man. The crooked man offered him a deal, a world where he could move again, where he would not be confined to the woodlands that would soon no longer exist, leaving him trapped there to die.
Mandible would give the crooked man a cut of the loot he had acquired over his many years terrorizing the woodlands in exchange for a fresh start in Fabletown. But he would work for the crooked man. Mandible saw little choice, life or death. So he accepted the crooked mans deal.
He was given a new alias "Manny Webber" and has been living quietly in Fabletown as one of the crooked mans lackeys. Manny is able to operate under the radar of the woodlands business operations as is officially listed as deceased and none but the crooked man are aware of his true identity.
But, Mandible grows tired of the lifestyle of a servant, he plots to become king again, and not just king of spiders, he wishes to rule all of Fabletown. And the cunning spider will do whatever it takes to claim what he sees as rightfully his...
To be continued..
So basically I threw this together in 30 minutes while lying in bed with my iPhone. Sorry if there are typos or anything doesn't make sense, I will edit in the morning if I see any mistakes. If people like the idea I will continue the story with some of Mannys exploits in Fabletown and continue with his plan for town domination. I have a few ideas for crossovers with TWAU characters.
I thought it was time to put another bad guy in. Liked everyone's stories so far :)
Hope you enjoy the read!
Loved this reminded me of all the adventure films as a kid I used to watch you have such a great imagination loved this. Grammar didn't spot a mistake spaced out superbly. Whole story I was entertained thorough hooked to every line so creative and different I can't wait to read what is going to happen next as I read through each line.
Overall
Superb MOAR please need it so badly to see KING OF THE SPIDERS love it
from the experience having done lots of crossover very impressive way your doing it well done
"Sit"
Lyla hated the city. She hated the noise. She hated the people. And she mostly hated how this weather was always changing in a blink of an eye. It was cold but clear early this morning; now, within minutes, the skies grew dark, the wind picked up and here came the rain. Lyla especially couldn't stand the rain and of all days to not have an umbrella. Lyla tried to cover her head with her coat but it was no use. She tried to pick up the pace but with her clumsy feet and slippery sidewalk, it was a dangerous combination from the start. Lyla continued down the sidewalk. She no longer cared if her makeup was smearing or her hair was turning into a giant rat's nest. Lyla searched for every landmarks that indicated her current location; that damn bar could not be that far, she thought. But alas, Lyla announced her defeat and took a seat under someone's front porch. The smell of coffee and muffins filled her nostrils and she noticed a little cafe' four buildings down. Her stomach let out a loud grumble and Lyla had to hunch over in embarrassment. Thank God no one is around, she thought. Lyla reached into her pocket and took out the $700 dollars she just received earlier from Georgie. The bills he gave her were all large bills; there was no way some mom and pop coffee shop would take this. She neatly placed the money back in her pocket and just sat there, hoping for the rain to pass. Lyla placed her head between her legs and sighed; what a fucking day this was turning out to be. Lyla closed her eyes for a few seconds before she heard the rustle of feet beside her. The first thought was the noise of the city. Then he spoke.
"Hey. What happened here? You alright?"
Lyla looked up and saw it was Gren. He looked ridiculous in that big jacket. He must REALLY hate the rain just as much as she did; he was still wearing the brown jacket underneath.
"Yeah, I'm alright. I just left work and this stupid rain shows up. I was heading for the Trip Trap but I sorta kinda got lost."
"Hm, now it's your job, huh? Alright, I'm actually headin' that way. With the rain, it's hard to do construction, so they let us leave early. C'mon, I'll walk with you."
Gren reached out his hand and Lyla instantly took it. He took off his jacket and without another word, placed it over her head. The jacket smelled strongly of cheap cologne, beer and smoke but Lyla loved it.
"Don't you need this? I'll be fine."
"Nah, you need it more than I do."
"Hm. Anything to help a damsel in distress, huh?"
"Is it working...."
Gren looked down at Lyla and smiled. She could feel her cheeks getting hot; the butterflies in her stomach were giving her the sensation to vomit but she had already spilled coffee on him earlier. Last thing he needed was vomit.
"So, Lyla. Where DO you work? At our last encounter you didn't specify."
"Club."
"Oh yeah? Which one?"
Lyla had to quickly think of a different club located in Fabletown. The Pudding & Pie probably was not the best answer. So her mind was soon rushed with all the names of clubs located in town. He was staring to look confused, so Lyla found one that seemed appropriate for his answer.
"The Pot o' Gold...."
"The gay club?"
"Yes....I'm a cocktail waitress...the manager overlooks my age. Everyone is too drunk to even bother asking..."
"Hmm. Sounds very interesting. Never a dull moment for ya'."
"You got that right."
Gren and Lyla continued walking down the sidewalk, both lost in conversation. This was defiantly making her day so much better. She just wanted to forget about the club, Georgie and even the Business office for a moment. She knew eventually those thoughts would flood her mind and Lyla would have to return to reality about the shit she had put herself in. But for right now, all she cared about was being with 'normal' people. They soon reached their destination. Gren walked forward, pulled the door open and waited. Lyla smiled and walked in. As she stood by the exit, she removed the coat and gave it back to Gren. Gren hung it up on the coat hanger located on the wall and escorted Lyla to the bar. As the two made their way in, a man in a flannel shirt and had a beard looked over and smiled. Lyla knew who he was instantly; how can she not remember the stories of the woodsman and the Big Bad Wolf. Her father told her that story as a young girl and even heard Bigby talk about it from time to time. He got up from his stool, walked over to Lyla and hugged her. She adored Woody, no matter what anyone said about him. Woody was almost like an uncle to Lyla and her sisters. Bigby thought it was silly John let the girls call him that. John would always come back with 'Well, he's not the one who cut my stomach up and filled it with stones, sooooo...' That always stopped Bigby. Her grasp around Woody's neck tightned; this is what she needed.
"Lyla, sweetie. Haven't seen you in awhile. Come. Sit. What are you doing here?"
As Woody said this, the bartender walked in. She looked at Lyla with a puzzled. on her face. She was an average height woman. Her snow white hair flowed past her shoulders and her usual burgundy dress was black today. She grabbed a glass from the shelf, walked to the mini refrigerator and took out a bottle of soda. Lyla almost laughed; it was Pepsi. All she could think of was Georgie and his stupid soda.
"Lyla sweetie, this is an unexpected surprise. Is everything ok?"
"Yeah, Holly. Everything is ok. I just got off of work and Gren invited me to stop by."
"Oh, he did, did he?"
Gren had already taken his usual spot and waited her his glass to fill with the thirst quenching liquor. Holly grabbed the bottle of Whiskey and poured him a glass. She then grabbed the bottle of soda, poured it into the glass for Lyla and handed it to her. She grabbed it and instantly placed it to her lips and took a drink.
"So, how do you know Gren, Lyla?"
"We met this morning. I accidentaly ran into him, he spilled his coffee and got angry. The rest is history."
"Hmm, sounds like the grouchy ol' Gren we all know,"
Gren flipped Holly the finger and the others laughed. Lyla couldn't remember the last time she had laughed like that. As she did, Woody reached over and grabbed her hand. Her hand was so small compared to his own.
"So Lyla, work huh. Nice to see you're in the business like your ol' man. How is he doing? Haven't heard from him in awhile. Must be busy."
"Yeah, he's always busy. Mom has been hinting he needs a vacation but for as long as I can remember, work always came first. And as far as the business goes, I'm no longer taking part in that..."
Everyone, including Gren looked at Lyla like she had commited murder. Oh, wait....she did that already. Holly poured the rest of her soda into the glass.
"So, you're no longer involved? Why? I remember you growing up and couldn't wait to work beside your father and Bigby."
"Eh, no longer have the drive for that. All those depressing faces...tearing families apart at times. Get's to you, you know? I guess you have to have the minset of what the job consists of."
"Or no heart..."
Gren said this as he took another long sip from his glass. Lyla did not like the comment but she knew it was true. Bigby cared but he had to separate the two emotions; she had seen it done before. But her father was able to avoid any emotions that came with it-angry, sad, excited.
Lyla recalled an incident that happened two years ago with a family. This haunts her dreams from time to time. The father was human and the mother was Vampire. They together had 5 children; 3 boys and 2 girls. All but one was human; this little boy tried so hard to act human but his Vampire side took over every time he came into contact with blood. Usually such cases, the sheriff and her dad would help them with therapy. Lyla was hired to train the boy and help him overcome this side. He was progressing and Lyla was sure he would learn to live in the mundy world. But one day, one of the boy's sibling fell off his bike and gashed his arm. The little boy instantly smelled the blood and lunged at his brother. It was a blessing the father was there and before he could sink his teeth into his brother's neck, the father pulled out his tranquilizer gun and shot the boy. He fell to his knees, closed his eyes and fell to the floor with a thud. That day, Lyla had to take the boy away to the farm. She has no idea how he's doing; her father never talks about it. When he reported the incident to Mayor Cole and Snow White, not once did he shed a tear. Maybe that is the reason she couldn't do this anymore-she was NOT like her father....
"Yeah, I agree Gren. But I guess that's part of the job...."
"Well, I hate to say it but at least the sheriff shows SOME emotion. This guy just goes on without-"
Woody flipped his glass over with force, causing Gren to stop talking.
"He's doing what needs to be done. You can't always cry when something like that happens. Some people can function like that. Lyla just can't do it...."
"Well, I don't blame her. Watching them seperat families, taking kids away...for what, because they are confused as to why they act the way they do? They should have a program to teach these kids...."
"They do, Gren. Therapy. That's what I would do....sometimes you can't change who you are, no matter how much you try. We all have slip ups. Hell, I've had a few..."
There was an awkward silence in the bar. All Lyla could hear were the ceiling fans above her. She could make out the rain outside had finally eased up. She was beginning to regret coming here. Fuck, no matter where she went. Finally, Gren spoke.
"Look, Lyla. I'm...sorry. You're not like him. You were just doing what you knew. Can't blame you. Ok..sorry..."
He reached over and grabbed Lyla's side. He pulled her closer to his side, lifted his drink and announced a toast.
"To Lyla and the now gay club she works for. May this bring more excitement to her then that shit hole business office. And to good friends. I love this place and the people here are ok."
"That was nice, Gren."
"Thanks Holly."
Everyone took a drink from their cups. As Lyla finished, she began to think of Georgie and the club. How long could she possibly hide this? And if anyone DID find out, would he still keep the secret? She excused herself and explained she had to head home. Gren took his last sip and stood up.
"Here, I'll walk you home."
"Oh no, it's ok. Stay here with your friends. Drink."
"No, he's right, sweetie. It's too dangerous out there to be alone. Let him."
Finally, after a few back and forth arguments, she agreed. Gren grabbed his coat and wrapped it around Lyla. No, it was not raining but the air was chilly. The two walked side by side. Along the way, they stopped for coffee; the damn smell just wouldn't leave her alone. Gren paid for it, so she didn't have to worry about the large bills or having to explain why she had so much. They finally reach the luxury side of Fabletown. The two stopped at her doorstop. Gren was never really good at these kinds of things; for fuck sake, he couldn't remember the last time he even SPOKE to a girl other than Holly or occasionally Snow. He rubbed the back of his neck and coughed several times. His right eye began changing to a solid milky color again. Lyla reached up and touched it gently.
"Why does it do that?"
"Eh, it's when I get mad...or nervous..."
"So, which one is it now?"
Gren didn't want to admit it but she was the most beautiful person right now in this whole fucked up city. All he could do was smile like an idiot and stare deep into her eyes; they were now a solid dark yellow. He could hear a small growl escape her throat. She smiled and began walking up to the front door.
"Thanks for walking me home."
"Hey, no problem. So, can I see you again?"
"Maybe...I do walk past the Trip Trap after work, so you never know."
And with that, Lyla went inside the house. Gren's smile was from ear to ear and for the first time in awhile, he had a pep in his step. A couple of people turned their heads in confusin at this awkward man nearly dancing his way down the street. As he carelessly walked away, he didn't see the man in the bowler hat standing behind the building located directly in front of Lyla's home. In hand he held a glass containing alcohol; in mere seconds after seeing what almost took place, his grip on the glass grew tighter and it shattered into a million pieces. The blood now dripping from his palms did not seem to bother him.
"Fuckin' prick. That's my girl...."
EDIT: Loved the Pepsi reference, hehe.
In a musty old apartment Manny sat hunched over in his chair. The only source of light in the apartment was the dull glow of a lit cigarette slowly burning out in an ashtray.
"F-fuck this pitiful human s-shell" Manny chattered to himself, the black market glamour the crooked man had supplied him left much to be desired.
A tall pale man with slender features, Manny touched the scar over his cheek, he had retained this mark even through the magic of the glamour after being struck by the magical blade of one of the knights of the round table in the old lands. He did not remember much of the old world but the day Sir Lancelot had entered his domain and managed to strike him was still fresh in his memory. "That f-fucking bastard". The cheap glamour the crooked man had supplied him also left his human form with a frustrating stutter that Manny was unable to overcome.
Manny raised his head and stretched his long arms and surveyed his apartment yet again, it was almost pitch black in the room but Manny had no problem seeing the world in the dark. He had lived in the darkness for hundreds of years and was still where he felt most comfortable. Mannys apartment was bare save a small tv in front of his chair and a fridge in the corner of the room. There was an empty shelf which had once been adorned with the trophies of his time in the woodlands. The helm of Lancelot had once sat upon the shelf, along with the bow of Robin Hood. Robin had been easy prey, his minstrels had alerted Mandible to their presence and he had descended on them and cacooned them before they had a chance to fight back.
When he first arrived in his apartment that the crooked man had assigned him in Fabletown, Manny had adorned his walls with the golden armor of Midas' footsoldiers who had sought out the spider king and met their end. It wasn't long before the crooked man began claiming his treasures as his own, insisting that they were not safe here and would attract unnecessary attention to him. Even his most prized trophy of Lancelot had been taken from him, and now he sat here in the dark empty room. Rage filling him, his legacy had been torn away from him.
"This t-town will be mine" he muttered to himself "and I s-shall fill hundreds of r-rooms with the tokens and t-trinkets of all who have wronged me... and even t-those who havn't".
As Manny sat deep in thought his concentration was broken by a knock at the door. Manny stood and slinked over to the door, it was late, who could possibly be here? He peered through the keyhole and saw nothing in the darkness outside. Manny unlocked the door and swung it open, there was nobody there but at his feet was a package addressed to him. Manny was overcome by the sweet smell of fresh flesh, he picked up the package and slammed the door behind him.
Sitting the package on the floor he examined the outside, it was blank, no sign of who had sent it. He carefully opened it and was most pleased with what he found, the white fleshy arm of a giant or a troll or maybe a mixture of both. Who it belonged to didn't matter, it had been a long time since he had feasted on fable meat. He lifted the arm out of the box and saw a small note stuck to the inside of the box.
"I require your assistance, the butcher came accross this and I thought you might appreciate it more than he, meet me at the usual spot 2AM tomorrow -CM"
So the crooked man required his assistance once more, it had been several years since he was last summoned. Manny had no interest in serving the crooked man, but this seemed like a perfect opportunity to enact his revenge. He did not have much time, Manny did not know where the crooked man's hideout was, and this was the only opportunity he would get to go face to face with him for who knows how many years.
He would have his vengeance, he would rule once more, but first he would feast on this small token from the crooked man. Manny removed his glamour, he started sprouting long black hair all over his body as his body began to fill the apartment, legs sprouting from his sides and his face contorting into it's true form. As he grew inside the apartment he knocked over the small tv in the middle room as it smashed on the floor.
Mandible enjoyed being in his real form, but was impractical in such a small space, once he had finished this meal he would return to his weak alter ego of Manny, but to fully enjoy fable flesh he wanted to be whole. The taste brought back memories of the old world, he remembered his days as king, and would stop at nothing to return to those days once more. He had a plan, and maybe he would use the crooked man to bring that plan to fruition, before disposing of him entirely.
"Yesss, all willlll be miiine onceeeee mooore"....
To be continued...
Writers Block......... How to progress. Evil, Good. Happy, Lost.
The fabled story is constructed as a "tale of the crypt". Within Horror there are no real happy endings, but in Fables there is always the ever after.
Although any beauty in this tale is when leaving the reader with their own choice of any happened events. Masked in humor to prevent some macabre and chilling content.
Zombieboy being catchy as a reference only to the undead, rather then being that rabid festering ghoul in any physical manifestation. A different take on the zombification processes when working into ancient medicine. Using some known fabled lore references as catalysts.
Apology on the use of my lazy grammar and leaving some facts to your own discernment when being somewhat iinconsistent to final explanation.
Final thoughts: Within the afterlife there is only ever repetition. But did in fact provide as a way out a means of escape, or was truly evil?
How would any apparition manifesting, fit into Fabletown, harder to say......
If you've got the ol' writer's block you could try imagining yourself as the reader and contemplating where you'd like it to go, without all the thoughts of the writer.
If that's terrible advice, my apologies.
For me with writers block I write story's like I'm writing a blockbuster film I imagine the start, middle and end with all big events I want to happen then during the day on reflection you perfect your ideas. Then when your writing it's easy just write about the movie playing in your head if visualize the story helps me notice story pacing issues or making the story make sense and be realistic.
I beat your terrible advice Lupine lol
btw can't wait for your story
One Month Later.
A hotel near the Trip Trap Bar. On the outside wall a neon sign glows rhythmically, the intense reds and blues illuminating the dirty streets before hiding them again; inside a small room directly behind the sign a weasel sits on a bed.
When the sign glows, his features show his hard times: there's a furrowed brow, bent whiskers, streaks of grey fur from stress. He's not too old, for a Fable, yet his heart seems to beat harder than before. He wears a red silk dressing gown, has a monocle lying somewhere. Fortunes have changed and gone is the once proud Weasel, replaced by one who is now just trying to survive.
Over the past month the question of who he was gripped him until it became an obsession, to which he lost himself. Everyone else knew who they were, what made them unique, and the Weasel felt lessened for not knowing. Attempting to unearth answers from his own memory proved futile, so he tracked down people from his past, people who knew him at the time; this proved to be of just as much use. Most he asked said they could not remember; some would not speak to him; and the other weasels, the ones most likely to know, were all on The Farm. Mr. Weasel had no intention of visiting that place.
Soon, after becoming so enthralled in his search, debts began to pile up, payments were missed, and his savings vanished, which led to his eviction from The Woodlands and his current residence in this hotel. He could afford the room for a month, though he had no intention of staying for that long. Telling himself all would be fine once he'd found the answer - when he knew what made him a Fable - his life would get back to normal. It had to.
Out of desperation Weasel concocted his next plan. Rousing himself, he leaned across to the bedside cabinet for a Glamour. No matter what, he was determined to keep himself with Glamours - he needed them to fit in, to show he could be more than a weasel, so he could look human. In a strange way he was addicted to looking human. After the effects were applied he walked over to the mirror to inspect the results: black hair with only a little grey around the sides, a somewhat pointed nose, a moderately defined jaw, and no more beady eyes. These things pleased him.
Changing into a black jacket, deep navy shirt with blue buttons and dark jeans, he felt ready as he placed on a pair of boots. A screwdriver and a bottle of whiskey were the final things he grabbed before setting off to break into The Woodlands. Into the Business Office.
It's not very action-y yet, though I figure you've got that covered nicely ;)
The rain hammered down on Mandible as he clung to the high walls of the dark alley where he was to meet the crooked man. It was after 2AM, the crooked man was late...
Mandible peered into the darkness, despite his size he knew he could not be seen from the street, even by the sharpest eyes. No cars drove down the nearby street, this spot had been chosen as their meeting place when they first moved to Fabletown. There was nothing but a few decrepit apartment buildings on the street and held no interest for late night wandering mundies.
A car pulled in to the alley, he had finally arrived. Mandible saw he was not alone, two figures stepped from the car and into the dark alley, choosing to leave the car headlights on.
Mandible strained to see who the second figure was, but could not make them out from such a distance.
What was the crooked man thinking? He had never brought another Fable to a meeting with him, nobody was meant to know that Mandible still lived, none were allowed to ruin his secret identity. There must be a problem.
Mandibles eyes narrowed as the figures stepped into the headlights of the stationary vehicle, the engine was still running, they clearly did not expect to be here long. As the light illuminated them he made out the second person, a female, he did not recognize this one. Mandible crawled along the wall of the alley, careful not to alert the now stationary figures below him. Edging closer to get a better look at the newcomer.
The woman had an air of death around her, he could sense her lust for blood, this woman was a trained killer he was sure.
"Whyy have you brought thisssss thing to our meeting place, do you forget our arrangement old man?" Mandibles voice bounced around the alley, the woman peered upwards but was unable to see who spoke the words in the darkness of the alley.
"It is necessary" The crooked man replied, smiling upwards in to the darkness. "She should need to meet you, as you will soon be working together"
Mandible chattered his teeth "Work with? No, no, no. Thissss is not how it will beee".
"Do not worry, she can be trusted with your secret"
"It is not my sssecret I am worried about, you sshould be worried about herrr" Mandle edged closer, positioning himself directly above the woman.
"This is Queen Mary, I thought it would be somewhat poetic to have the Queen and the King working together. She has taken a liking to the title Bloody Mary however"
Mandible emerged into the light of the car right next to Mary, she jumped back with a start drawing her pistol and levelling it at him.
"Are you afraid little one?" Mandible taunted.
"I do not fear spiders, especially not fat bastards like you" she retorted.
"Hah! Well... you would be right to be afraid, it is foolish to be anything elsssse."
"If you two are finished with the pleasantries I would like to get down to business, if you would be so kind to apply your glamour, we do not need to attract unwanted attention with an 8 foot spider that speaks, would you not agree?"
Mandible was hesitant but decided to re-apply his glamour and find our what the man wanted. His limbs shrunk and contorted into a human face and body. Returning to his human shell.
"Still fuckin' ugly aren't you" Mary said still pointing the pistol at Manny's face.
"Now now Mary, I need you two to get along for what's to come next". The crooked man reached out and lowered Marys outstretched arm weilding the gun.
"S-spit it out old m-man, why have you b-brought me here, and this ignorant w-wench" .
"Still struggling with that stutter I see? A shame, but to glamour a creature as large as you takes strong magic, there were bound to be impurities... No matter"
"The reason I have brought you here is because I need the both of you to take care of a small problem. It seems as though a certain 'business' partner of mine has been caught getting up to no good. The sheriff has been causing a lot of problems for me and my friends around town, and is now hunting this particular friend. You do not need to know his name, but suffice to say I need to get my hands on him before the wolf gets to him."
"W-what does this h-have to d-do with me? And m-more importantly what does this have t-to do with the b-bitch".
"I've heard about enough out of you, insect, I suggest you choose your next words more carefully..." Mary began reaching for her weapon again.
"And w-what will you do about it if i d-don't, c-cunt".
"THATS ENOUGH, both of you, I do not have time to babysit you, if you would listen we can be out of here, I do not enjoy standing in the rain any longer than I have to" The crooked man adjusted his his tie which had straightened during his outburst, making sure that it was crooked once more. "Now all I need you to do is make sure that the wolf doesn't escape with the fugitive and that he is taken in to our... 'protective' custody. I have had the tweedles tailing him, I know where he is heading next, but I can not trust the two idiot brothers with a matter as important as this."
"All I need you to do Manny is make sure you keep eyes on our target once he has been spotted, he's a slender man, elderly, glasses perched on the base of his nose. Seems to take to wearing a suit wherever he goes. He will be easy to spot, even among a crowd. I will call you when the tweedles have sighted him, and it will be both your jobs to make sure he does not escape, and more importantly that he is not captured by the wolf. Do you both understand?"
"And w-what exactly is in t-this for me?"
"I expect you enjoyed the small gift I sent you? Well let's just say there will plenty of opportunity for more of where that came from..."
"F-Fine. I will await your call..." Manny removed his glamour and skittered down the alley and in to the darkness.
"I do not need this overgrown piece of shit getting in my way Sir, I can handle this on my own, why do we need him?" Mary blurted out after Mandible had disappeared from sight.
"You will see my darling, best not to question my methods, am I ever wrong in my judgement"
"No Sir, but-"
"That is all Mary, now if you don't mind I would like to get out of this rain and return home"
"Yes... Sir".
The two returned to the car, Mandible watched from a safe distance, from where he could not be seen. As the car began to back out of the alley Mandible scrambled along the alley walls towards the exit. He had planned to follow the crooked man to his hideout and prepare for the next phase of his plan. But he had been given an opportunity to take care of the bitch, and get a free meal in the process first. He was most pleased with the way the meeting had turned out.
"I will be where you want when you call... but to not expect me to be there to help you, foolissssh old man. I hope thissss woman putsss up a fight, it has been too long since I have had to work for a meal..."
Mandible skittered along the alley walls in to the night. The time for vengeance was drawing ever closer.
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"Then there is Georgie"
Lyla was sound asleep and lost in thought. Everything was falling into place; no one suspected a thing and all she had to do was keep loud mouth quiet and hopefully, everything would blow over in the end. She was deep in her dreams when she was suddenly awoken by a loud knock from the front door. She glanced at her clock and saw the time: 7:30am. Who the hell is that at this hour, she asked herself. Slowly Lyla emerged from her bed and stumbled to her door. Fuck, how she hated being woken up this early. The house was quiet; her father must be at work, her sisters either dead asleep or out and she knew her mother was not home. It was grocery day and that woman loved getting an early start. The loud knocking continued; this was giving her a headache now and was starting to lose her temper. She could feel her inner wolf poking it's ugly head out. Lyla opened the door and was shocked at who stood in her doorway.
"What the hell happened to your hand?"
"Don't fucking worry about it. C'mon. Get dressed. We have shit to do."
Lyla's never left his side; Georgie was now looking at a family portrait of the family. This was making Lyla uncomfortable; not Georgie but the whole idea of him BEING in the house. If her father were here.
"You better get out of here. My father will not like it if he finds you here."
"He ain't here. The car is not out front..."
"My mom took it. He and Bigby take a cab or drive. Now, can you please go? It's too damn early."
Georgie reached into his pocket and pulled out more money. That seemed to be his way of keeping girls' mouths shut. He began counting out loud and the whole time, kept his eyes on her. There was something different about them today. They didn't seem so angry. As he finished counting, he took the rest of the money and placed it back in his pocket. In his other hand he held another $700.
"Come on a drive with me. Let me buy you breakfast. You like omelettes?"
This had to be a trick. Something didn't seem right but she had never heard of this Georgie before. Can she really trust this guy?
"What's with the money?"
"Don't worry about work tonight. In fact, don't worry about dancing ever again. You are now going to be my personal assistant. If I need something done, cleaned, taken care of, that's where you come in. I will provide you with the outfit. This money would have been for tonight but instead, if you go to breakfast with me, this can be your's."
Lyla agreed and after applying on some makeup and changing her clothes, Georgie escorted her to his own personal car. As she reached for the door handle, Georgie's hand stopped her's and he opened the door. Lyla watched him do this and froze when he did this. All he did was smile and look at her. He had a grin from ear to ear. Lyla thanked him and sat in the passenger side. The seats were covered in a purple faux fur. Oh the front mirror dangled down a fluffy pair of dice. The wheel was shaped like chains and the stick shift handle was topped ever so cleverly with his initials in gold: G.P. Georgie took his seat, placed the keys in the ignition and started the car. He reached down, put the car into shift and drove away. The car ride was silent; man, this guy really knows how to hold a conversation. The road was partially dead and he was able to weave in and out with no problems. They reached the Egg Man diner. He parked the car, got out and went all the way to Lyla's side. He opened the door again for her. Lyla got out and the two began walking inside. They took a seat in a little booth in the back. As she fumbled through the menu, Lyla had a strange feeling she was being watched. She looked over and yes, there he sat, just staring. The waitress brought them each coffee. As she stirred her sugar and cream into her cup, she focused herself on Georgie.
"Ok seriously. What is this?"
"What. Can't two friends go out for a simple breakfast?"
"Friends?? Now I'm YOUR friend?"
The waitress returned and Lyla soon forgot the question for now. They both ordered ham and cheese omelettes with a side of hash browns.
"To answer your question. Yes. Why not? We need to get used to each other and learn a little something about each other, so let me go first. You already know my name, as I of yours. I know EVERYTHING about your folks; mine, eh. I have no idea. Dead I'm sure. I have two older sibling but fuck, when we had to leave the homelands, I have no idea what happened to them. I was struggling like everyone was. I didn't have the luxury of knowing the sheriff or sucking his dick to get a comfortable little section like your dad did. I wasn't born with a silver spoon in my mouth like you, sweetie. I had to fight to stay alive, do anything I could to live in the fucked up town. I was offered this club as a way to pay down debt...make a living. Do I like it? It has its moments."
"Hm. My father and Bigby talk about you from time to time. Now, let me tell you about me. I watched my father struggle everyday to keep us safe; we were 'half-breeds'; I'm sure you know what they do with them if they do not fall under the category of 'normal.' He almost lost my sister Gina AND his job when she was born. Mom and dad told us when she was first born, she was in wolf form and wouldn't change back. She also had a mean temper and would howl at all hours of the night. Mayor Cole didn't want to but warned him if they couldn't control her, she would have to live on the Farm. Dad and mom struggled until Sheriff Bigby saved them. He moved them out there and helped train Gina to stay in her 'human' form. Ever since then, they have stayed there. You do what you can, Georgie. I don't see that as being a problem. you all make it sound so easy..."
Georgie fell silent. Lyla continued to stir her coffee and before he could speak again, the waitress returned with their food. Lyla grabbed the ketchup bottle and placed a hefty amount on her plate. All she wanted to do was eat and go back home. No one would ever understand. Her heart began to thud against her chest. Lyla was getting angry again and she could feel her 'wolf' again. She tried to avoid it and continued eating but it was hard to avoid the growls escaping her mouth and her right hand suddenly showing claws. She stopped eating, dropped her fork and quickly left the booth. She hid her hand in her pocket and with a dash, left the dinner. Georgie stood up, placed $40 bucks on the table and followed Lyla out the door. Georgie found her power walking down the sidewalk. He chased after her and as he got closer, could hear her mumbling to herself.
"Lyla. Hey! Wait! LYLA.....you fucking dog!! Wait!!!"
Lyla turned around; her eyes were a piercing yellow and her bottom teeth had converted into fangs.
"Ok, look...wait...hol..hold on. *coughs* Ok, look. I'm sorry. I don't know what the fuck I did to get your panties in a bunch and to have you walk out like that but please, wait. I'm sorry. I thought we were talking and-"
"Is that how you always start off conversations? Bashing someone's family because you don't know the whole story? All you people see is my father and Bigby together-that is it! No one get's it!"
Lyla now had tears in her eyes. It was blurring her ability to see, so she took off towards the subway. She quickly walked down the stairs, all the while, Georgie was hot on her trail.
"LYLA! Will you wait?!"
Georgie found Lyla standing quietly by the tracks. Before he could say anything, they heard a disturbing laugh. They both turned and saw three people standing there: A young lady with blonde hair who was wearing a black leather suit, a man in a top hat and scruffy hair and the third a man with brown hair covering his right eye. The girl spoke.
"Well, well, well. what do we have here? Hmm, you seem lost little puppy. Do we need to place posters all over town for you?"
The two men laughed and as they did, cocked their guns. She took out a pistol from her belt, loaded the chambers and walked towards Lyla.
"Who the hell are you?"
"Oh, how rude are we! Hm. Ok, since WE know who YOU are, let's have circle time. I'm Alice, that is the Mad Hatter and the March Hare and you have just walked into our little Wonderland without paying the fee..."
"What fee? I didn't see no-"
Alice cocked the gun and pointed it at Lyla's face.
"Please, sweetie. Don't start running your mouth. I'm in no mood and the last person that did, oh I don't know...DIED!"
The other men laughed; this made her very uncomfortable. Georgie grabbed her arm and began guiding back the way they came from.
"And where do you think YOU are going, pimp?"
"Look. Sorry we disturbed you folks but we were just leaving-"
"WHY?? I thought we were having sooooooooooo much fun!!!"
Lyla tried to force the wolf side out; she could easily take them out. But fear was in the way of it. Fuck. All she could do was turn and run. Forget Georgie-he was on his own. As she began running, she heard Alice.
"Get that lil' bitch! She's mine..."
The Mad Hatter and Hare chased after her, not before Georgie tripped them both. They dropped their guns and has they tried reaching for them, he punched them both in the face. Georgie kicked the Hare in the face, which sent him flying into the wall. Hatter got up and the two fist fought. He punched Georgie in the gut, causing him to stumbled backwards. Lyla stopped and watched in horror. Was he actually fighting them off? Alice just stood there, watching. Georgie took another swing and knocked the Hatter down. Georgie kicked the guns aside and watched Alice. She dropped her gun and motioned for him to hit her. Georgie hesitated at first.
Aww, what's wrong, Georgie Porgie? I though you loved to kiss the girls, make them cry and when the boys come out, you run like the pussy you are..."
Georgie charged Alice and the two fist fought. As they were doing this, Georgie didn't see the Hatter reach for his gun. Before Lyla could say anything, Hatter pulled the trigger. The sound of a gun shot echoed; everyone was silent. Alice looked down at Georgie and smiled. Georgie felt a burning sensation, looked down and saw the crimson red color. He looked over at Lyla, then fell to the floor. The three picked up their weapons and walked right pass Lyla. As they did, Alice smiled.
"Well, this was fun, sweetie. Do stop by sometime, k? Maybe for some tea...."
Lyla was left alone in the subway. She ran over to Georgie's side; he was not moving at all. his breathing became short and he would not open his eyes. Lyla tried covering the bullet wound with her hand.
"Georgie? Georgie? GEORGIE!! Don't....don't..."
Lyla cried and was overcome by silence.
My, my. All of these stories. Such adventures! Written with passion and an undying lust for creativity. I simply... applaud these works of literature that litter the pages before me. (I get up and raise my glass) May creativity last forever in our minds, and be eternal in our hearts. Thank you, storytellers, it's all I could ever ask for.
Keep it up!