Siren's Song, NaNo 2008, Chapter Four

Life went on in Chicago, Senga waited tables, and sang at open mic nights to make rent. Paul was preparing for his ceremony, boning up on his history and reading the ancient texts, studying the language and words he’d be expected to be proficient in. Senga would come home from work, and find him curled up in the little floor space they had around the scrolls, and she’d do her best not to step on the age worn parchment. He was nervous. He’d been waiting for this his entire life, since it was declared at his birth he’d be Poseidon. Senga remembered her mother telling her about the child rites, how Senga cried and cried as she was held by Clotho, and was anointed with olive oil and water from the River Styx by Atropos, and her position was announced by Lacheisis. Her mother cried when it was announced Senga would be a Siren.

Siren's Song, NaNo 2008, Chapters Two and Three

A much older Senga cradled her Jack and coke in her hands, as she sat in a smoky bar in Chicago. She smiled, remembering her younger years. Now she was 22, and much wiser. Though she hadn’t grown into her hair. It was still as wild and curly as it had been when she was a child.
“Hey, Kitt. Back to Earth!” Her friend Paul snapped his fingers in front of her nose, bringing her out of her thoughts. “You’re on in a few minutes, you know.”
She sighed and downed the rest of her drink. “Yeah, man, I know.” She coughed on the alcohol as it burned its way down her throat. “I’m not nervous, or anything.”
“I never said you were nervous. Just keep it together. We don’t need 100 men following you home tonight.” He said, snorting into his pint glass.
Senga just stared at him with that black look that she was famous for. That look could strip paint off walls, make men’s balls shrivel and fall off. And Paul knew that, as he looked down at his glass. “Wow, I never knew beer could be so interesting…” he said; he knew he’d hit a nerve.
“And now, let’s give it up for a newcomer to our humble bar, Senga Kitt!” The emcee made an overly dramatic flourish on stage, waiting for Senga to get up there.
“We’ll finish this later.” She made a pointed glance at Paul, and picked up her guitar and headed up to the stage.

Siren's Song, NaNo 2008, Chapter One

"Mama, sing me a song." Senga curled up underneath her blankets, ready for bed. Her mother smiled, and tucked the Little Mermaid sheets in around the small 5 year old girl. "How about a story instead, little one?" she asked, switching to her native language, the language of the Sirens. She motioned for Senga to respond, in the same tongue. Senga nodded, "Yes, mother!" Her mother smiled, and sat beside her daughter on her bed, giving her her favorite ragdoll, and beginning the story.

As yet untitled Senga/Tucker project

“That one’s been eyeing you all night.”

“I think she’s looking at you.”  Agent Tucker Smyth took a sip from his Jack and Coke, and glanced around the loud, brightly colored nightclub.  Even though he was supposed to be working, he couldn’t help but notice the women around him, all as bright and colorful as the club itself.  Their significant lack of modest clothing helped as well.

His superior, Agent John Radner, rolled his eyes, and drank his water. He was not enjoying himself, however, and looked like he would be more at home amongst desks, pencils, and paperwork.  

It wasn’t long before one song ended, and another began. A loud whoop echoed through the club, and both agents turned to find the source. There was a gorgeous young woman climbing up onto a table to dance.  Agent Radner rolled his eyes, and took a sip from his glass muttering something about young people these days.

Explanations.

This post is going to take me a while to write, as there's a little bit of explanation to be done to prevent confusion.

I have several stories and novels in the works about the trials and tribulations of Senga and Tucker. They exist in many different universes, and in different forms in each of them. But one thing is the same, those two characters need each other. They're almost like the proverbial two halves make a whole.

One day, they'll settle down in a universe where they find the most comfort, but for now, just enjoy the jumping around. If you see anywhere that you like, let me know.

My other projects include a couple of co-writes with my awesome and talented friend J. F. Jenkins, and I might post those here. They'll also be posted in her blog as well.

I think that's it? I don't know. My brain kind of hurts.

Let's break this bad boy in!

This blogging thing is addicting. Here, in this very blog, I am going to post my assorted other works. Steal and I beat you to death with my old iPod. And that thing is a brick, trust me.