Monday, November 27, 2023
Showgirls
Chapter 1 Nomi
Nomi Malone was a nimble young thing with stringy blonde hair, fish lips and cat eyes. Her story begins on a snowy highway somewhere in the northwest. She was hitching for her next ride. She had been out there for hours. She had no idea what month it was. Last time she checked it was somewhere in august.
But now the air was getting colder and the leaves were beginning to turn their autumn colors. Nomi was so lost in thought that she almost missed the pickup truck pulling up next to her.
Prince in the Tower
The Fairy Queen stands atop a hill, looking down on the cradle of her newborn prince. Below her, the forest is alive with the sounds of celebration. Deer, rabbits and birds dance around the cradle, singing and chirping songs of joy. The trees rustle and whisper in delight as a gentle breeze carries the sweet scent of honeysuckle.
The baby Fairy Prince is swaddled in a blanket of soft petals and delicate leaves, and the light of the sun dances across his golden skin. His eyes sparkle with mischief and his delicate wings shimmer in the sunlight.
The Fairy Queen smiles down on her son, feeling a swell of pride and love. In this moment, all of her dreams have come true. She knows that her son will bring joy and happiness to the magical kingdom and that he will be a great prince.
The magical forest was a place of beauty and wonder, teeming with the sounds of birds singing and the soft rustling of the trees in the breeze. But today, the serenity of the forest was shattered by a terrifying sight. An ugly old witch, riding a broomstick, had descended from the sky and was hovering menacingly over a small cradle. The fairy baby boy, who had been peacefully sleeping in the cradle, was now screaming in terror as the witch snatched him away, cackling wickedly.
The Fairy Queen Mother, who had been watching over her son, was filled with rage and despair. She tried to fly after the witch, but the evil creature was too fast and soon disappeared into the clouds above. The Queen Mother was left behind, standing helplessly in the forest, watching the witch disappear into her dark, foul tower with her precious baby.
The forest was suddenly silent, as if the whole world was mourning the loss of the baby. The Queen Mother was filled with anguish, and all she could do was hope and pray that her baby would be returned to her safe and sound.
The fairy baby boy was raised in a tall, dark tower by the evil old witch. The witch kept him hidden away from the outside world, never allowing him to leave the tower. He grew up believing himself to be a normal human, never knowing of his fairy origin. He was kept in isolation and loneliness, never having any contact with the outside world. The witch's cackling laughter echoed throughout the tower, only adding to the eerie atmosphere.
The boy was constantly subjected to the witch's cruel taunts and punishments, which left him feeling scared and helpless. Despite the darkness of his situation, he still held onto hope that one day he would be able to escape his prison.
The Prince had been trapped in the tall tower for what felt like an eternity. He was beginning to lose hope when he stumbled across a small locket hidden in the corner. Carefully, he opened it to find a single, delicate flower tucked inside. As he gazed at it in wonder, the petals of the flower began to slowly open, revealing an even tinier fairy inside.
The fairy had bright eyes and wings as delicate as silk. She smiled at the Prince and spoke in a voice like the tinkling of bells.
"I am here to help you, Your Highness," she said. "Climb on my back and I will take you away from this place!"
The Prince did as he was told, and before he knew it, they were soaring through the window and out into the woods below. The fairy had incredible strength, and he was filled with joy to be finally free.
He held onto the locket tightly, knowing that it had been the key to his escape. As they flew, the Prince and the tiny fairy laughed together, and the Prince knew that his story had just begun.
The Prince and the Tiny Fairy found themselves deep in the forest at night, illuminated only by a few stars in the night sky. The Prince, who had grown up in the confines of the Tower, was curious about the outside world and asked the Tiny Fairy about it.
The Tiny Fairy smiled and began to tell the Prince stories of the outside world. She described the hustle and bustle of the towns and cities and the beauty of the surrounding countryside. She talked about the different people and cultures the Prince would get to experience if he ever ventured out of the Tower.
The Prince was captivated by the Tiny Fairy's stories and asked her many questions about the outside world. The Tiny Fairy answered them all in her gentle, soothing voice, helping the Prince to understand the wonders of the outside world.
The two talked until the moon began to rise in the sky, and they had to say goodbye. The Prince thanked the Tiny Fairy for teaching him about the outside world, feeling a newfound appreciation for a place he called home.
The isolated prince had never ventured beyond the tower walls, so when he stepped into the town for the first time, he was filled with a sense of wonder. Everywhere he looked, there were new sights and sounds - the bustling of the market, the bright colors of the clothing, and the smells of delicious food.
He was so taken with his surroundings that he didn't notice the handsome man who was standing nearby, until the man spoke to him. The prince blushed, feeling embarrassed by the man's flirtatious words. He could feel his heart racing, and he was tempted to lean forward and kiss the man, until he heard an angry voice calling his name.
It was his evil witch foster mother, who had followed him into town. The prince panicked and ran away, searching the forest for the tiny fairy friend who had been his only companion during his time in the Tower. He knew he couldn't stay in the forest forever, but he hoped that his fairy friend could provide some comfort until he was ready to brave the town again.
The prince sat alone in his dark tower, his small hands wrapping around his knees as he gazed out of the window. He sighed heavily, longing to visit the town again, but he knew it was not possible. Suddenly, a tiny voice spoke up.
"Why don't we go?" The prince's gaze shifted to the locket around his neck, and the small fairy that emerged from it. She flew in circles around him, her wings shimmering in the moonlight that trickled through the window.
The prince smiled sadly. "It's not safe. We can't go." He reached up to stroke the tiny fairy's back, and she settled on his shoulder.
But before he could say another word, the prince heard the wicked witch's cackle echoing up the stairs. The fairy quickly flew back into the locket and the prince fastened it around his neck, his heart pounding. The witch was coming.
The prince was in his tower, trying to come up with a plan to escape. He thought of a thousand different ways to get out, but none of them seemed to work. Suddenly, the evil ugly witch burst into the tower, her eyes blazing with anger. She had heard the prince's plans of escape and was determined to stop him.
The witch grabbed the prince's magic locket and opened it, revealing a single flower inside. She cruelly tore the flower in two and threw the pieces aside. With a wicked grin, she said, "Now you can't escape. Consider this a lesson in obedience."
The prince felt his heart sink. He knew he had been foolish to think he could outsmart the witch, but he also felt a deep sadness for the flower that had been destroyed. He knew that he would never be able to get it back. With a heavy heart, he watched as the witch stalked out of the tower, her laughter ringing through the air.
The prince was weighed down with grief and despair. He was mourning the death of his fairy friend, whom he had been close to since childhood. He felt so alone in the large stone walls of the tower, and he wondered if he would ever get the handsome stranger's kiss in the town, as he had always dreamed.
The prince had no one to turn to and felt like he was completely forgotten by the outside world. He was surrounded by darkness, and his only company was the eerie silence of the tower. He had no hope of escape and his heart was heavy as he thought of his lost friend. All he could do was sit on the cold stone floor and weep.
The prince's sorrow was palpable in the air, and it seemed to fill the tower with a mourning atmosphere. Even the birds stopped singing outside, as if they too were mourning his loss. He felt so hopeless and powerless, and the reality of his situation slowly engulfed him. He had no idea how long he would stay in that tower, and the thought of being trapped forever was unbearable.
The prince gazed out of the tower window, thinking about the life he could have had. He imagined himself living in a grand castle, surrounded by friends and family who loved him. He envisioned himself having a life full of adventure, traveling to far-off kingdoms and learning about the land and its people.
But instead, he was locked away in this tower, a prisoner of his own mother, a powerful witch. He had been given no chance to explore the world or to experience life beyond these walls. He had been denied the chance to make his own decisions or to follow his own path.
A wave of sadness washed over him, and he felt a deep longing to be free. He wanted to find out what else the world had to offer, but he knew that would never be possible. He was trapped in this tower, and this was the life he would be forever doomed to live.
One night, as he lay in his bed in the dark tower, a dream came to him. In it, he saw a beautiful woman with long, flowing hair and shimmering wings. She was the Fairy Queen, his true mother.
The Fairy Queen told him that a wicked old witch had tricked him into thinking she was his mother. She said that he was not a human prince, but a fairy prince, and had been living in the tower because of her. She told him that he had the power to overcome his depression, and that she was here to help him.
The prince awoke, feeling a newfound hope in his heart. He thanked the Fairy Queen for her guidance and started to work on overcoming his depression. With her help, he was able to gain the strength to start a new life.
The Fairy Prince had been locked in the tower ever since the Witch had cast her evil spell. But the Fairy Prince was determined to break free. He knew that he had to conjure a new locket to revive his tiny dead fairy friend who had been killed by the Witch.
The Fairy Prince took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He imagined a beautiful and delicate locket, crafted with the finest silver and detailed with intricate fairy designs. He felt the power of his magic growing within him and soon the locket appeared in his hands.
The Fairy Prince quickly opened the locket and held it close to the tiny dead fairy. Instantly, the fairy began to move and opened its eyes. Tiny wings sprouted from its back and it flew out of the tower, escorting the Fairy Prince to freedom.
The two friends flew out of the tower, past the forest, and into the town. As they flew, they felt the hope of freedom coursing through them. Finally, they reached the town and began their journey to a new life together.
The town square was bustling with activity as fairies and humans alike gathered to celebrate the wedding of the Fairy Prince and his beloved fiancé. The Fairy Queen Mother presided over the event, her graceful figure resplendent in its splendor.
All seemed to be going according to plan until a sinister figure appeared, hovering on a broomstick. It was a witch, and she had come to disrupt the festivities. The Fairy Prince, however, was not afraid. He stood tall and faced the witch, his expression determined.
The Queen Mother and the Prince's fiancé stepped forward, joining him in a show of solidarity. As they did so, a hush fell over the crowd.
The villagers had gathered around the old witch with a sense of dread and revulsion. She was wicked, ugly and her dark powers were feared by all. She had terrorized the village for too long and the people had finally decided to take matters into their own hands.
The villagers had made a plan and were ready to follow through with it. They grabbed the witch and tied her to a stake. The villagers then lit the fire, and as the flames rose higher and higher, the witch screamed out in agony.
The people watched in horror as she writhed in pain and begged for mercy. But no one was going to show any mercy. The villagers were determined to put an end to her wickedness.
Finally, the flames died down and the witch lay dead. The villagers took out their swords and beheaded the witch, finally putting an end to her reign of terror.
The wedding proceeded without any further incident, and the Fairy Prince and his handsome stranger were wed. As the sun set, the guests were sent off with fond wishes for the newly married couple. The Fairy Prince and his Queen Mother had saved the day, and the town square was filled with joy and celebration.
The Troubled Child
Grant was a secret child; his mother gave him up when he was born because she was autistic. Janet Davis adopted him, and although Robert married her, his family hated her due to her being a cokehead and a whore.
There was a huge generation gap between Grant and his adopted parents, so he had to go to Easter Seals to get the help he needed. Janet adopted a new brother for Grant named Mycul, to help Grant to feel more loved.
When Grant went to visit his grandparents, he would spend hours in the art studio, studying drawings and then recreating them with great talent. His drawings were far more complex than those of a child his age.
Sadly, Robert and Janet eventually divorced, leaving Grant to cope with being a child of divorce. Despite all these struggles growing up, Grant's natural talent for art stayed with him throughout his life.
Grant began to draw these images obsessively, coloring them in with red crayons and charcoal. His brother Mycul, often ignored Grant’s enthusiasm and continued to ignore him. Even at school, Grant was bullied by teachers and his foster mother Janet. His love of squids and octopuses was seen as strange, and so Grant began to withdraw from the world.
The letters from his birth mother were his only solace, and he began to write back. He would write about his obsessions, his dreams, and his fears. But then one day, Grant tried to take his own life. He was sent to a mental hospital, and while there, he began to pour his emotions into his art. He became an artist of passion and emotion, and the world was in awe of his talent.
Grant's mental fruit was an interesting period of his life as he explored and created art, wrote poetry, created digital art, wrote novels and was obsessed with superheroes. He experienced same sex attraction to his gym teacher and had a crush on a girl named Cody Sliverstein. He had a gothic phase and created a cartoon-like happy style of art. Grant also went through puberty early and was homeschooled with teacher Nancy whom he loved like a mother. He had great depression and was teased by the kids at his divorced dad's house.
The tone of this period was one of exploration and creativity, with Grant trying to understand his own identity as well as the world around him. He was interested in fantasy and witchcraft, and was influenced by movies and books about Harry Potter. Grant also had a new therapist he called The Fisher Woman, whom his foster mother Janet disliked because she was a pagan. Grant was on a journey of self-discovery and it was a time of great emotional growth for him.
Grant was a teenager living a complicated life. He had a passion for acting and the theater, and was taking video production and animation classes. He was also writing novels and exploring his creative potential. But he also had to deal with the complicated social aspects of high school.
Marah Mahl had been a fake friend to Grant, and falsely accused him of rape when she discovered he was seeing Anthony Lingard. She threatened to embarrass Grant at the graduation ceremony, so he ended up getting his diploma in the mail and missing out on prom.
Grant was also discovering Lady Gaga and pornography, learning about being gay, and had a school counselor called Emily. Anthony Lingard had given Grant his first kiss from a boy, which had awakened Grant's homosexual urges, but also treated him like dirt. Grant had also discovered a passion for cooking, but the future looked bleak and uncertain.
Grant is feeling overwhelmed by the vast changes in his life during the crazy twenties. He is experimenting with his sexuality, feeling the weight of his foster mother's judgment and trying to find his place in a world that had changed drastically in a short amount of time. He is searching for himself in all these new experiences, while also trying to find a place in his community. He is experimenting with fashion, art, and social media, and creating a unique vision of his own. Despite his best efforts, he still finds himself facing rejection and judgment from his peers and family. Despite it all, he continues to persevere and finds solace in his own creativity and vision.
Grant was in the midst of the crazy years. He was exploring his sexuality and experimenting with drugs and alcohol. His foster mother Janet was a narcissist and tried to control his every move. During a threesome, Grant developed feelings for Ely Lipton and realized he was in love for the first time. Janet caught them in the act and shamed them calling Grant a queer whore.
Grant decided to explore other aspects of his life and discovered social media. He used it as an outlet to express himself and research historical fashion. Grant dreamed of starting his own film company which he called Mesoasian Pictures.
Grant also went to City Church and was shamed for being gay. He had a falling out with his high school boyfriend, Anthony Lingard, whom he had lost his virginity to. Grant entered college with no guidance and had a long distance relationship with Anthony Lewis.
Grant almost married Sean Wilcox and the heartbreak caused him to drop out of college. In order to keep himself busy, Grant decided to create a monthly theme concept for his art every month. Grant's twenties were indeed the crazy years.
Grant was in his mid-twenties, and the wandering years had just begun. He had tried out trade school, only to find that it was a huge waste of time. Instead, he decided to embrace a literary renaissance, and picked up writing for the first time since high school. He even started a blog where he posted his art for all to see.
At the same time, his beloved Nana, who had been a steady presence in his life since childhood, had been diagnosed with dementia and Grant had been saddled with the responsibility of caring for her. His foster mother Janet, who had always been cruel, now seemed to relish in the opportunity to control and manipulate Grant and his grandmother. Janet worked as a prostitute and often spoke to Grant in hateful tones.
His Christian upbringing was beginning to waver and he found himself drawn towards pagan beliefs and rituals. He started to pick a different god to study and draw inspiration from each month, as part of his art theme.
Then, Marah Mahl suddenly re-entered Grant's life, and sent him into a downward spiral of wild goose chases. He was desperate to make connections and find himself again, but it was a fruitless endeavor. His foster mother Janet was pleased with the death of Nana, and Grant was forced to see how truly cruel people can be.
Grant's thirties were a new beginning. He met a behaviorist, Laurie Singer, who he quickly developed a strong bond with. But his wicked foster mother, Janet, was insanely jealous and threatened Laurie with a knife.
Jimmy Lifton, a con artist, ran a sweatshop disguised as a legitimate business. He forced Grant to be a wage slave, but Grant was determined to make a change. Determined to break away from his oppressive past, Grant rented a new apartment and moved away from his wicked foster mother.
Grant began to focus on his passion, the culinary arts. He pushed himself to his limits and excelled, eventually becoming a respected chef in the culinary world. Grant's thirties were a turning point in his life, and he was finally free to pursue his dreams.
Grant was working at Vons as a bagger when he discovered his love of making dolls from napkins and cardstock. He was excited to have found a creative outlet and decided to take a chance and attempt to become an influencer. However, a couple from Italy tricked him out of all his money, leaving him with nothing but his job at Vons.
Grant felt like his life was going nowhere and he was trapped in a cycle of despair because of his autism. He was a bitter, depressed, closeted thirty-something man with no real prospects. To make matters worse, he was also forced to engage in gross sex with a creepy man named Bob.
Grant's sanity and depression had reached a breaking point and he felt like his life was spiraling out of control. To make matters worse, he had an evil twin inside him named Bradley who was a star. Grant was determined to find a way to break free from the cycle of despair he was in and make something of himself.
