Another Furious Fiction Rejection
Furious Fiction — February
500 words maximum
-Your story must take place at a PARTY of some kind.
-Your story must include a BUTTON.
-Your story must include the following sentence (which you’ll complete with one or more words): THE AIR WAS THICK WITH ______.
The air was thick with the scent of pot and beer and bodies melding together in a horde of sweat and frenzy. Lights strobed through the darkness and the crowd seemed to move like images being flicked through an old projector. The heavy baseline strummed through the floor and the music was little more than a muddle of sound, but they all moved to an invisible beat that he couldn’t hear and sang lyrics he didn’t understand.
It was positively deplorable.
Tritan stood in the centre of it all and sneered at the depravity, at the vulgarity.
The one he waited for was somewhere in the middle of that heap of flesh and secretion.
“Why the long face, cousin?” Arioch appeared beside him wearing black leather and fishnets. His hair was gelled into spikes and he wore a cross around his neck that reached his bare navel.
He looked like one of them.
“That hardly seems like appropriate attire for someone of your stature,” Tritan said. “I would expect better of someone of your stature.”
Arioch scoffed and took a drink from a silver flask engraved with the image of Saint Christopher.
“Well, I expect someone of your stature to be a little less uptight, cousin. Look at you,” he looked the pious man up and down and shook his head. “You’re at a rave. You could walk out there and get drunk, get high, find a girl, find a guy. The night is yours for the taking and instead, you stand there in a three-piece suit looking like there’s a dead skunk under your nose.” He shook his head at the ridiculousness of it.
“Don’t presume to lecture me — ”
“All I’m saying,” Arioch said, “is that maybe you should try enjoying yourself for once instead of obsessing over your contracts. Whatever your human is selling their soul for I’m sure they’ll forget soon enough anyway.”
“What are you even doing here?” Tritan asked.
He was tired of this.
“Oh I’m just here to enjoy myself,” Aricoh said giddily.
“You enjoy these creatures?”
“More than you’ll ever know. They get to enjoy free will, as do you, and unlike you, they don’t waste it being sullen.”
Tritan narrowed his gaze at his heavenly cousin and his choice of words. “Why are you actually here?”
Arioch grinned and took another drink.
“I’m here to witness a series of events,” he said and pulled one of the buttons off of Tritan’s suit. “So fickle are the humans. So predictable. What do you think will happen if I do this?”
He turned towards the crowd and flicked the button off the palm of his hand into the crowd. It flew at the speed of a bullet and smacked someone in the face.
It was a domino effect. One human punched another and soon the raving mould of bodies lost their rhythm of pleasure and became nothing more than a pile of violence.
Arioch laughed and Tritan sighed.
There went his new contract.
JLRose is an American fantasy writer, 3D artist and game designer living in Melbourne, Australia. She’s spent the past three years working on the first full-length book of The Galean Universe and has released the first short story of The Lockwood Series.