SSS Week Eight: What Even Is This?
Write a story where every paragraph is a different genre.
That's the prompt for this week's Short Story Sunday.
Interesting, don't you think?
I've followed through with this prompt almost completely all the way up until the very end. Due to dialogue, the 'last paragraph' ended up being multiple mini paragraphs. However, I think that wouldn't really be considered an issue, right?
Before you read this, however, I must worn you about a few things.
In one paragraph, things get a bit dark. I say 'a bit' because I find that I'm rather terrible at writing things that are dark and gory. I guess dark comedy-writing is not it my future.
Also, this is complete and utter nonsense. None of this makes sense and will more than likely never make sense in all of time and space.
With that being said, I hope you enjoy whatever this is:
The bell-like skirts swayed as the ladies walked, arm-in-arm, down the busy London street, their heels clicking against the wet pavement-- for it had rained only the night before. They waved their lace and silk glove-clad hands toward the exclaimed greetings of a passing driver and his galloping horse and tutted at a messy boy who ran up to retrieve a ball he had accidentally kicked in their direction. They giggled and gossiped, blushing when a handsome, young gentleman bowed at them in small greeting as they passed on the pavement. They whispered quietly once he had passed that he was the new suitor of a Miss Leroux who had joined them for tea, not a fortnight prior. However, their gossip was purely inspired by rumours, but they didn't seem to mind. After all, a rumour was just as good as fact in 1812 England.
Then there was a scream. The girls turned to see that the handsome, young gentleman they had passed only moments ago was now laying on the ground. His face held a look of pure fright, and his complexion was ghastly pale and yellow. "He's been MURDERED!" A passing bystander exclaimed after examining the rumoured suitor of Miss Leroux. Everyone gasped, and the girls brought their elegant hands up to their eyes to block the view of the dead, sobbing harshly and screaming. "Someone fetch a Constable! We need Scotland Yard!"
Hark, but a constable did not come, for out of nowhere bright beams of light came from the heavens. "People of earth! People of earth! Do not be afraid!" Exclaimed a weird, almost shaky voice. The group of ladies assumed the speaker was foreign, though they didn't say anything due to the fact that they were too distracted by their blindness brought forth from the bright lights. "We've come to take over your planet. AND EXTERMINATE ALL LIFE FORMS!" Suddenly, beams of red shot out and hit a few of the passing bystanders. They all fell to the ground and died. Everyone screamed. The laser beams began to aim and hit everyone. The aliens' only intention had begun: They were exterminating all the humans, one-by-one.
One-by-one, the humans fell.
One-by-one, the shots rang like the church bell.
One-by-one, look at this turn of fate.
One-by-one, the aliens screamed: "EXTERMINATE!"
One of the ladies in the group, who shall remain unnamed, began to run. All of the others in her group were too frightened or far too dead to move. She was clever, however, and the aliens noticed. They abducted her and she went up into their spaceship by a force that was unknown. She screamed and before they could kill her, the leader of the extraterrestrials stopped them. He found her beautiful. She found him ugly. Yet, they both fell in love in that one moment. "Kiss me!" She exclaimed in passion. And he did. He vowed to not take over her planet if she would only marry him. And she did. All the other unworldly creatures showed prejudice towards them. Yet, their love never faulted. They would soon rule Raxacoricofallapatorius together, hated by all their subjects. But they didn't care. Even if every time they left the house the Raxacoricofallapatorians would throw boulders at them, they would die together for their love.
Or, that's what they thought. It turns out the unnamed girl had been secretly having an affair with her alien husband's brother. The nerve of her! The alien took her punishment into his own hands. He captured her in her sleep, and when she woke, she was bound by the wrists and ankles with slime. "You betrayed me," he said in his alien tongue. "You betrayed me, you filth of a tramp!" He was heartbroken, and the only way he could fix that was to let out his anger. He began his torture with knives, cutting into her skin and giving her no anaesthetic for the pain. Beginning with her sternal notch, he slid the knife into her delicate skin, sliding the sharp blade down her chest. Red blood droplets began to form along the opening gash and she screamed in pure pain. He pulled back the now loose skin of her chest and began his premortem. His green Raxacoricofallapatorian hands were drenched in her human blood as he peered down at bloody organs and bones. He wouldn't let her pass out or die, either. He kept her alive; made her watch as he felt his hand around, giving her stomach a squeeze, brushing against her liver, poking at her kidneys, and slowly unravelling her intestines.
-
"It was a ghost!" The detective exclaimed back on earth. Everyone seemed to have forgotten about the alien invasion that had happened not a year ago. The detective had been on the cold case of Miss Leroux's suitor's death for as long as that time period expanded. Or, really, just the dead man, for he wasn't her suitor. It was merely a false rumour. The pair hadn't even known each other! Apparently, not all rumours are true.
The other DI before him shook his head, sighing into his hand. The case was unsolved and had been put off by the Yard for some time now, yet this other detective wouldn't give up. "It's not a bloody ghost!" he exclaimed to the man he thought was beginning to lose his mind. "Ghosts don't exist!"
The never-give-up detective gave the other a look. "Then what is that thing behind you?"
The theme music to Jaws began playing-- though, they didn't think it was the theme to Jaws, for that film had not come out yet-- and he turned around, a look of pure fright overtaking his paling face. There swam in the air a pasty, white-transparent fish with a costume, slide-on shark dorsal fin on his back. "Boo," the fish said quietly. Both detectives screamed.
Then there was a scream. The girls turned to see that the handsome, young gentleman they had passed only moments ago was now laying on the ground. His face held a look of pure fright, and his complexion was ghastly pale and yellow. "He's been MURDERED!" A passing bystander exclaimed after examining the rumoured suitor of Miss Leroux. Everyone gasped, and the girls brought their elegant hands up to their eyes to block the view of the dead, sobbing harshly and screaming. "Someone fetch a Constable! We need Scotland Yard!"
Hark, but a constable did not come, for out of nowhere bright beams of light came from the heavens. "People of earth! People of earth! Do not be afraid!" Exclaimed a weird, almost shaky voice. The group of ladies assumed the speaker was foreign, though they didn't say anything due to the fact that they were too distracted by their blindness brought forth from the bright lights. "We've come to take over your planet. AND EXTERMINATE ALL LIFE FORMS!" Suddenly, beams of red shot out and hit a few of the passing bystanders. They all fell to the ground and died. Everyone screamed. The laser beams began to aim and hit everyone. The aliens' only intention had begun: They were exterminating all the humans, one-by-one.
One-by-one, the humans fell.
One-by-one, the shots rang like the church bell.
One-by-one, look at this turn of fate.
One-by-one, the aliens screamed: "EXTERMINATE!"
One of the ladies in the group, who shall remain unnamed, began to run. All of the others in her group were too frightened or far too dead to move. She was clever, however, and the aliens noticed. They abducted her and she went up into their spaceship by a force that was unknown. She screamed and before they could kill her, the leader of the extraterrestrials stopped them. He found her beautiful. She found him ugly. Yet, they both fell in love in that one moment. "Kiss me!" She exclaimed in passion. And he did. He vowed to not take over her planet if she would only marry him. And she did. All the other unworldly creatures showed prejudice towards them. Yet, their love never faulted. They would soon rule Raxacoricofallapatorius together, hated by all their subjects. But they didn't care. Even if every time they left the house the Raxacoricofallapatorians would throw boulders at them, they would die together for their love.
Or, that's what they thought. It turns out the unnamed girl had been secretly having an affair with her alien husband's brother. The nerve of her! The alien took her punishment into his own hands. He captured her in her sleep, and when she woke, she was bound by the wrists and ankles with slime. "You betrayed me," he said in his alien tongue. "You betrayed me, you filth of a tramp!" He was heartbroken, and the only way he could fix that was to let out his anger. He began his torture with knives, cutting into her skin and giving her no anaesthetic for the pain. Beginning with her sternal notch, he slid the knife into her delicate skin, sliding the sharp blade down her chest. Red blood droplets began to form along the opening gash and she screamed in pure pain. He pulled back the now loose skin of her chest and began his premortem. His green Raxacoricofallapatorian hands were drenched in her human blood as he peered down at bloody organs and bones. He wouldn't let her pass out or die, either. He kept her alive; made her watch as he felt his hand around, giving her stomach a squeeze, brushing against her liver, poking at her kidneys, and slowly unravelling her intestines.
-
"It was a ghost!" The detective exclaimed back on earth. Everyone seemed to have forgotten about the alien invasion that had happened not a year ago. The detective had been on the cold case of Miss Leroux's suitor's death for as long as that time period expanded. Or, really, just the dead man, for he wasn't her suitor. It was merely a false rumour. The pair hadn't even known each other! Apparently, not all rumours are true.
The other DI before him shook his head, sighing into his hand. The case was unsolved and had been put off by the Yard for some time now, yet this other detective wouldn't give up. "It's not a bloody ghost!" he exclaimed to the man he thought was beginning to lose his mind. "Ghosts don't exist!"
The never-give-up detective gave the other a look. "Then what is that thing behind you?"
The theme music to Jaws began playing-- though, they didn't think it was the theme to Jaws, for that film had not come out yet-- and he turned around, a look of pure fright overtaking his paling face. There swam in the air a pasty, white-transparent fish with a costume, slide-on shark dorsal fin on his back. "Boo," the fish said quietly. Both detectives screamed.
If you haven't already guessed, the genres used in this short (in order) are:
Historical Fiction
Mystery
Science Fiction
Nursery Rhyme (can that even be considered a genre?)
Romance
Horror
and Supernatural
Also, have any of my dear Readers noticed anything... Wibbly-Wobbly about this short? If so, I'd love to know if my little Easter Eggs were very obvious.
I hope you all enjoyed!
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