Sunday, April 20, 2008
Writing Exercise Result 10
The lights in the room were low, except for the spotlight that gleamed on Evil Editor’s oiled skin as he stood on the revolving dais directly beneath it, clad only in a skimpy golden loincloth. Talpianna mounted the rostrum, tapped the microphone to make sure it was working, and addressed the crowd.
“Welcome to this very special private auction, in which the winner gets to have Evil Editor for an entire week—to do anything said winner wants to do to him!”
“Do we get to test-drive him first?” howled Robin, wiping drool from her chin. “I bid a thousand dollars!”
“Two thousand!” cried Brenda, wriggling in her seat. “I broke open my piggy bank for this!”
“Ten thousand—if you’ll take a check!” yelled Christine. “I haven’t deposited the church collection money yet.”
“Oh, hell,” grumbled Dave, as he moodily kicked the chair in front of him. “I was going to bid my life’s savings, but obviously $37.50 isn’t even going to get me his fingernail clippings.”
“One hundred thousand dollars,” said a soft voice from the shadows, where a cloaked figure lurked.
The room fell silent.
“I have one hundred thousand once, one hundred thousand twice, going, going…any further bids?” said Tal. “Remember, all proceeds go to that most worthy of charities, Save the Moles.”
Tal banged her gavel. “Gone! Sold for one hundred thousand dollars to—
The cloaked figure stepped up to the dais, flinging back the hood of her cloak to reveal a familiar, hauntingly lovely face.
“—to Miss Snark!” finished Tal with another thump of the gavel.
The only sound in the room was a loud thump as Evil Editor fainted dead away.
Posted by Evil Editor at 8:49 AM