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[My entry. Enjoy]
(C)
"The six of spades? What’s so significant about the six of spades?"
"It's your card, Sniper."
"What?"
"The trick I just did. That was the card you chose."
"Was it?"
"Yes. I told you to remember it."
"I don't remember that."
Meka sighed. Being a magician was a tough life, and
sometimes things just didn't work out.
"Okay folks, shows over." Meka said, in a rather resigned
voice.
There were murmers of dissaproval from the crowd. Meka was only glad the stage lighting prevented him from seeing the looks on their faces. Yes, things were going badly indeed. This was the third time this week his show had gone badly, what with the slight complication with the man's watch on Tuesday, and the escape act on Wednesday. Two and a half hours it had taken for the fire crew to cut him free. £300 worth of equipment, ruined. He probably wouldn't get paid, again. There was no doubt about it, he was in serious financial trouble.
Meka lay down on the stage of the now deserted theatre, and started to cry.
Suddenly, there was a jingling of bells, and a voice spoke:
"What is wrong, dear Meka?"
Meka looked up through his watering eyes, and saw the shape of a man, clothed in a glitering silver dress, with a sparking white wand in his left hand.
"I- I- I'm a failure" Meka sobbed "I- I'm not going to get p- p- paid again, and I'll fall behind w- with my mortage repayments and m- m- my pension plan. Boo Hoo!"
"Don't cry, dear Meka, for I am turbonutter, your fairy godmother, and I am here to look after you." the strange figure said.
"Really?"
"Yes. Now fetch me a hamster, a mars bar, and some toilet paper."
So Meka went off to find these items, and by a stroke of luck, he found them all quite quickly. He returned to his fairy godmother with them, and with a flick of the magical wand, the fairy godmother began to cast a great spell.
Meka could not believe what he was seeing. Before his very eyes, the mars bar transformed into a limousine, the hamster to a chauffer, and the toilet paper to the most stunning tuxedo Meka had ever laid eyes on.
"Oh, thankyou fairy godmother! Now I can go to the casino!"
"You'll need this, as well." replied Meka's fairy godmother, holding out a bunch of twenty pound notes. "I have a feeling luck will be on your side tonight"
"But remember, Meka, the magic will only last until midnight!"
"Yes, yes, I will remember. Oh thankyou fairy godmother!"
Meka approached the open door of the limo, and sat down in the luxurios leather interior as the chauffer shut the door. He allowed himself a brief smile, in anticipation of the night that lay ahead of him.
[This is as far as I could be bothered to write tonight. Might add more some other time...]
(C)
"The six of spades? What’s so significant about the six of spades?"
"It's your card, Sniper."
"What?"
"The trick I just did. That was the card you chose."
"Was it?"
"Yes. I told you to remember it."
"I don't remember that."
Meka sighed. Being a magician was a tough life, and
sometimes things just didn't work out.
"Okay folks, shows over." Meka said, in a rather resigned
voice.
There were murmers of dissaproval from the crowd. Meka was only glad the stage lighting prevented him from seeing the looks on their faces. Yes, things were going badly indeed. This was the third time this week his show had gone badly, what with the slight complication with the man's watch on Tuesday, and the escape act on Wednesday. Two and a half hours it had taken for the fire crew to cut him free. £300 worth of equipment, ruined. He probably wouldn't get paid, again. There was no doubt about it, he was in serious financial trouble.
Meka lay down on the stage of the now deserted theatre, and started to cry.
Suddenly, there was a jingling of bells, and a voice spoke:
"What is wrong, dear Meka?"
Meka looked up through his watering eyes, and saw the shape of a man, clothed in a glitering silver dress, with a sparking white wand in his left hand.
"I- I- I'm a failure" Meka sobbed "I- I'm not going to get p- p- paid again, and I'll fall behind w- with my mortage repayments and m- m- my pension plan. Boo Hoo!"
"Don't cry, dear Meka, for I am turbonutter, your fairy godmother, and I am here to look after you." the strange figure said.
"Really?"
"Yes. Now fetch me a hamster, a mars bar, and some toilet paper."
So Meka went off to find these items, and by a stroke of luck, he found them all quite quickly. He returned to his fairy godmother with them, and with a flick of the magical wand, the fairy godmother began to cast a great spell.
Meka could not believe what he was seeing. Before his very eyes, the mars bar transformed into a limousine, the hamster to a chauffer, and the toilet paper to the most stunning tuxedo Meka had ever laid eyes on.
"Oh, thankyou fairy godmother! Now I can go to the casino!"
"You'll need this, as well." replied Meka's fairy godmother, holding out a bunch of twenty pound notes. "I have a feeling luck will be on your side tonight"
"But remember, Meka, the magic will only last until midnight!"
"Yes, yes, I will remember. Oh thankyou fairy godmother!"
Meka approached the open door of the limo, and sat down in the luxurios leather interior as the chauffer shut the door. He allowed himself a brief smile, in anticipation of the night that lay ahead of him.
[This is as far as I could be bothered to write tonight. Might add more some other time...]
[My entry. Enjoy]
(C)
"The six of spades? What’s so significant about the six of spades?"
"It's your card, Sniper."
"What?"
"The trick I just did. That was the card you chose."
"Was it?"
"Yes. I told you to remember it."
"I don't remember that."
Meka sighed. Being a magician was a tough life, and
sometimes things just didn't work out.
"Okay folks, shows over." Meka said, in a rather resigned
voice.
There were murmers of dissaproval from the crowd. Meka was only glad the stage lighting prevented him from seeing the looks on their faces. Yes, things were going badly indeed. This was the third time this week his show had gone badly, what with the slight complication with the man's watch on Tuesday, and the escape act on Wednesday. Two and a half hours it had taken for the fire crew to cut him free. £300 worth of equipment, ruined. He probably wouldn't get paid, again. There was no doubt about it, he was in serious financial trouble.
Meka lay down on the stage of the now deserted theatre, and started to cry.
Suddenly, there was a jingling of bells, and a voice spoke:
"What is wrong, dear Meka?"
Meka looked up through his watering eyes, and saw the shape of a man, clothed in a glitering silver dress, with a sparking white wand in his left hand.
"I- I- I'm a failure" Meka sobbed "I- I'm not going to get p- p- paid again, and I'll fall behind w- with my mortage repayments and m- m- my pension plan. Boo Hoo!"
"Don't cry, dear Meka, for I am turbonutter, your fairy godmother, and I am here to look after you." the strange figure said.
"Really?"
"Yes. Now fetch me a hamster, a mars bar, and some toilet paper."
So Meka went off to find these items, and by a stroke of luck, he found them all quite quickly. He returned to his fairy godmother with them, and with a flick of the magical wand, the fairy godmother began to cast a great spell.
Meka could not believe what he was seeing. Before his very eyes, the mars bar transformed into a limousine, the hamster to a chauffer, and the toilet paper to the most stunning tuxedo Meka had ever laid eyes on.
"Oh, thankyou fairy godmother! Now I can go to the casino!"
"You'll need this, as well." replied Meka's fairy godmother, holding out a bunch of twenty pound notes. "I have a feeling luck will be on your side tonight"
"But remember, Meka, the magic will only last until midnight!"
"Yes, yes, I will remember. Oh thankyou fairy godmother!"
Meka approached the open door of the limo, and sat down in the luxurios leather interior as the chauffer shut the door. He allowed himself a brief smile, in anticipation of the night that lay ahead of him.
[This is as far as I could be bothered to write tonight. Might add more some other time...]
(C)
"The six of spades? What’s so significant about the six of spades?"
"It's your card, Sniper."
"What?"
"The trick I just did. That was the card you chose."
"Was it?"
"Yes. I told you to remember it."
"I don't remember that."
Meka sighed. Being a magician was a tough life, and
sometimes things just didn't work out.
"Okay folks, shows over." Meka said, in a rather resigned
voice.
There were murmers of dissaproval from the crowd. Meka was only glad the stage lighting prevented him from seeing the looks on their faces. Yes, things were going badly indeed. This was the third time this week his show had gone badly, what with the slight complication with the man's watch on Tuesday, and the escape act on Wednesday. Two and a half hours it had taken for the fire crew to cut him free. £300 worth of equipment, ruined. He probably wouldn't get paid, again. There was no doubt about it, he was in serious financial trouble.
Meka lay down on the stage of the now deserted theatre, and started to cry.
Suddenly, there was a jingling of bells, and a voice spoke:
"What is wrong, dear Meka?"
Meka looked up through his watering eyes, and saw the shape of a man, clothed in a glitering silver dress, with a sparking white wand in his left hand.
"I- I- I'm a failure" Meka sobbed "I- I'm not going to get p- p- paid again, and I'll fall behind w- with my mortage repayments and m- m- my pension plan. Boo Hoo!"
"Don't cry, dear Meka, for I am turbonutter, your fairy godmother, and I am here to look after you." the strange figure said.
"Really?"
"Yes. Now fetch me a hamster, a mars bar, and some toilet paper."
So Meka went off to find these items, and by a stroke of luck, he found them all quite quickly. He returned to his fairy godmother with them, and with a flick of the magical wand, the fairy godmother began to cast a great spell.
Meka could not believe what he was seeing. Before his very eyes, the mars bar transformed into a limousine, the hamster to a chauffer, and the toilet paper to the most stunning tuxedo Meka had ever laid eyes on.
"Oh, thankyou fairy godmother! Now I can go to the casino!"
"You'll need this, as well." replied Meka's fairy godmother, holding out a bunch of twenty pound notes. "I have a feeling luck will be on your side tonight"
"But remember, Meka, the magic will only last until midnight!"
"Yes, yes, I will remember. Oh thankyou fairy godmother!"
Meka approached the open door of the limo, and sat down in the luxurios leather interior as the chauffer shut the door. He allowed himself a brief smile, in anticipation of the night that lay ahead of him.
[This is as far as I could be bothered to write tonight. Might add more some other time...]