This week, instead of a full story, I give you part 1 in what could possibly turn into a much longer story. I think I could whip this into a novella pretty easy. Maybe it’s best to call this a tease! At any rate, it’s an experiment in a new kind of character and some story telling from a different perspective than I’m normally comfortable with.
I don’t want to give up all the details here, but I will say that over the past few weeks I’ve had Super Heroes on the brain. That’s mostly thanks to writer/podcast friend Brother D. Derek and I are continually bouncing story ideas off each other to feel them out as well as bullying each other into writing when we’re feeling lazy. Derek’s got some big ideas cooking in the ‘Super’ front and it’s really started to rub off on me. My own novel that I’ve been working on, (slowly but surely) “Bloodhound” is a bit of a Super Hero novel. I tend to like my heroes to be more of the broken and troubled variety than the boy scouts in tights type. I like to think that to take up the cape and fight evil and what not takes a certain type of person that is perhaps…a little dark under the surface. Somebody who’s day to day life isn’t quite what they want so they press on to bigger and better things to try and fill that gap that they feel otherwise. I also think it takes a person with some ego problems to put themselves out there in the public eye, essentially becoming a vigilante because they can ‘do it better’ than the police.
But, maybe that’s just me.
Now, on to “Troublegum”. Troublegum has been rolling around in my head for nearly fifteen-sixteen years now. There was a time, fresh out of college that I was going to write a comic book called “Hall of Zeroes” and I was bound and determined to drag my artist friends into this foray with me. We never did get anything done with the comic itself, but we did do a lot of brainstorming on characters and such, late at night over beer. Good friend Kevin had the original idea for “Troublegum”, a girl unlike others in her school, a girl with special powers and such. I stewed over his idea for years now, always trying to figure out the best way to bring this character to life. Finally, I decided to get off my ass and do something about it. I myself kind of like where it’s heading.
So here is the first chapter of “Troublegum”. Be sure to leave comments, as they’re always welcome. If the feedback’s positive and you folks want more, there may be a serial or a novella in the future!
Warm morning sun broke through slatted window blinds, the light bringing the motes of dust that filled the room of Cheyenne Winger to life. The owner of the room consisted of nothing more than a rumpled pile of blankets heaped upon a ratty twin sized bed crammed into the corner.
“You need to wake up, Cheyenne,” her mother said, optimism in her voice striving to match the hope and happiness that the foreign sunshine brought into the cave of a bedroom. With a purposeful stride she crossed the room, grabbing for the pull string and whisking open the blinds in one fell swoop. “You need to get up, get in the shower and get dressed. Today’s your meeting with the recruiter and you need this to go well!”
Cheyenne Winger groaned as she scampered deeper into her shroud of blankets, fighting for distance from the glaring light that now illuminated her dark sanctuary. “I’ve changed my mind, I don’t want to go,” Cheyenne groaned.
The mother glanced back at the window, the motion of the pull string on the mini-blinds as it glided untouched through the air catching her attention. The string drew tight as the blinds began to close, Mother stepped over and pulled the string from the unseen manipulator without a second thought.