K'tanya Demonstar

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K’tanya considered the man sitting across from her. “You want to do it live-action?”

“Absolutely, and I can’t think of anyone else that I would want to play our leading lady. You’re absolutely perfect.”

“Well of course I am, but I am going to have to insist on some provisions in the contract. For instance this kind of shoot will be murder on my hair, so I want my personal hairdresser on set at all times.”

“Anything you want, babe.”

“Oh and one more thing. If I’m going to be playing Ariel, then I’m going to need some bigger shells.”

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K’tanya had spent the last hour searching the beach for her daughter. When she finally found Destiny near the water, sniffling softly, she didn’t have the heart to scold her. “What’s the matter, Pumpkin?”

Destiny pointed at a nearby dog that was happily eating something. “He knocked me down and ruined my ice cream.”

“Well you know what they say. There’s no use crying over dropped ice cream.”

“It’s spilled milk, mom”

“Close enough. Now come with me and we’ll get you a new one. Double scoop this time.”

Smiling through the tears, Destiny nodded and followed after her mother.

Picture of old photographs

She kept them in a small box in the very back of her closet. It wasn’t often that she pulled them out, but once in a while the mood would strike and she would feel the need to relive parts of her life that were now long over.

Here were the places she had once seen that no longer existed, or were far different from how she knew them. Here were friends and lovers who had long ago drifted out of her life, whether by distance or by death.

Here were not just pictures, but memories she could never forget.

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"You know, when you look down on them they really do seem like a bunch of ants, even beyond the whole being fun to play thing. I mean, all they ever do is scurry around from here to there, a bunch of little workers who do nothing all day except answer to the call of their queen, money. It’s kind of sad when you think about it."

Archimedes looked over his shoulder at her. "They are ants. We have not left the ground yet."

"Well then let’s go shopping already. I have this sudden urge for gingham and sparkly shoes."

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K’tanya looked across the table at her friend. "It’ll never work. Girls don’t grow up with those kinds of dreams these days. Sure, it used to be all fairy tale castles and handsome princes to carry them away, but times have changed."

"What do you suggest then?"

"It needs to be something with more of an edge."

"I did have a thought about a vampire love story but…"

"That’s a really good idea actually, but it might be a little too dark for most girls. So, you’ll need something extra to brighten it up a bit."

"What about sparkles?"

"Perfect!"

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Sometimes the memories would hit her with the force of a freight train. They often caught her off guard, as she was used to being the one who caused heartbreak and not the one being broken, but it had happened once.

When the memories took over, there was really only one thing she could do. She found herself a penthouse suite in Memphis, ordered fried peanut butter and banana sandwiches from room service, and spent a weekend drinking in the sounds of the man who had broken her heart as no other man ever could.

She would always love him.

K’tanya pulled up the file for her newest best seller and read over some of her notes.

Listen to the song on repeat.
Make a written list of every song you can think of that gets stuck in your head.
Think of your favorite song and sing it out loud.
Sing just the chorus of an even more irritating song until they cancel each other out.
Hunt down and kill that damn gecko. No one needs to be kung fu fighting that much.

Soon everyone would know how to get rid of those damn songs, once and for all.

K’tanya hadn’t been this excited about a second date with a guy in long time. Not only was the guy hot, but he was also the closest she had come to the absolute perfect man.

He always seemed to have exactly what she wanted at any given time. On their very first date he had the tickets to that thing she liked, and then he had showered her with diamonds before riding along the beach on white horses.

Sure, he seemed obsessed with being clean, but that was okay because she thought every man should smell like her new man.

K’tanya sighed in annoyance and tossed the book aside. It landed on a pile of similar books that had slowly grown larger with each passing day. “Kotori!”

Her spirit companion appeared nearby. “Yes?”

“These books are all wrong.”

“How exactly are they wrong?”

“Well take the one I just finished for instance. The mermaid is supposed to marry her prince and live happily ever after, not commit suicide after he breaks her heart!”

“Apparently the authors did not believe the same thing.”

“Well then there’s only one thing to do. Retell the stories and turn them into a theme park.”