Good Evening!! Hope everyone’s healthy and safe!!
Throughout March, I’ve been writing fiction snippets. I consider them a ‘snippet’ because their reader’s dropped mid-scene into a character’s life and snatched back out before the scene presents a conclusion. Why have I written them? Just having fun with literature! Checkout my latest snippet below with features reoccurring snippet characters Heather and Larisa.
Many thanks, and happy reading!
Phil
Heather dashed into the arcade, bowled through teens crowded around a video game machine, and folded her arms beside a friend who yanked a joystick this-way-and-that and mashed buttons. “What do you think you’re doing?”
Tongue partway out her mouth, Larisa leaned into the screen. “Just 50,000 more points,” she said. “50,000…”
“Hello!” Heather swiped a hand between Larisa and the screen. “Earth-to-Larisa! Can you read me??”
Larisa glimpsed at her. “Heather?!” She stamped a foot. “Crap, okay—I can explain!”
“Perfect! Because I’d love to hear why I’d spent an hour waiting for someone in the school courtyard only to find out where she was from a SpazzleGram post.” Heather held-out her phone, and Larisa glimpsed at it, curled her lip, and glanced over her opposite shoulder.
“Dean!” Larisa said. “You nut – you posted the one with my tongue out!”
Behind her, a group of teens chucked.
“Funny, ay?” She smacked several buttons at once. “When you don’t receive an invite to my next party, don’t wonder why.”
Heather sighed. “How much longer do think you’ll be??”
Behind Larisa, a boy turned, adjusted his glasses, and shrugged. “Nebula Fleet Eighty-eight ironically has ninety-nine missions—”
“And a bonus stage!” Larisa said.
“That’s correct,” he said. “Given she’s on stage forty-four, hasn’t lost a life, and is the best player we’ve ever seen, she could be here two-and-half hours.”
Larisa shook her head. “Two-and-a-quarter: 27,000 more points, and I get an additional rocket booster.”
Heather nodded. “Rocket booster. Okay well, I hope it helps you pass earth science because I’m headed home to study for Friday’s final exam alone.”
“Friday’s exam? As in—three days from now—Friday? I’ve already studied.”
“No, you haven’t??”
“Yes, I have!”
“No, you have not!”
“Says who??”
“Says your SpazzleGram account. Would you like me to start two weeks out and tell you what you’ve done each hour of each day up to today’s tongue swaging??”
Larisa shook her head, glanced over her opposite shoulder. “Dean, be afraid. Be very afraid.”
Several people chucked.
Heather threw hands in the air. “Will you forget about the post! That’s not important!”