The Animator

so we had a prompt, and we were supposed to make a story with the prompt, and we weren't supposed to change anything with the prompt. Heres the paragraph we had. Mick stopped eating his blue plate special and stare longingly at his wife. Sensing his gaze, she stopped paying attention to her plate of food and looked at her husband with her eyes like a normal person would do when they want to see something. Behind her the diner door opened, and Mick quickly stopped chewing, quietly he swallowed and with a quivering hand he pointed to the door. In walked the queen and her six servants. Everyone’s gaze shifted to the queen coming through the door, they all stared at her; amazed that a queen would frequent such a tiny restaurant. Solemnly the queen approached the counter and placed her order for lunch, 32 sardine sandwiches with extra cheese-wiz and a slice of blueberry pie.

WOW

and heres my story . This is the story of Mick, a man who spends his days looking through old unsolved criminal case files. One in particular, stood out from the rest of the cases sprawled on the floor. It was a criminal case called “The Queen Of A Thousand Deaths.” For some weird reason, a picture of a half eaten blueberry pie slice appeared right next to each victim. Mick shuddered just by looking at the hefty malina folder. He opened it, with dust lining the folder. He blew a few short breaths, not wanting to spray dust all over the quaint office. Mick started reading, a cold feeling went down his spine. A few hours later, as he was on cold case number 504, he couldn't take it anymore. He slammed the book closed. “I can't take it anymore.” He gathered his things and went home, somewhere away from his office, and the cases. “Hey, Babe.” Mick leaned in and kissed his wife. “Hey. You're off tomorrow?” She asked as she was mixing the mash she was making on their tiny stove. “Yeah, of course.” Mick sat on the couch with his beer. He thought of the case, as he looked through the channels on their television. His thoughts started to get to his head when his wife called him. “C’mon, the food’s ready.” She sat adjacent to Mick. He bit down on his bbq ribs with mashed potato, and baked macaroni. “God, your food is a-mazing!” He made a face of pure content. She laughed at his expression. “What?” “nothing.” Mick kept eating, the taste of sweet n savory made the case he read that morning dissipate from his mind. “so…I went out with Mindy today.” She spoke, getting him another plate of the wonderful food. “Really.” He looked down, dejected. It's not that he hated Mindy, it was her new boyfriend. He was…shady. “John was out with his friends, bowling or something”. Mick’s face lit up. She rolled her eyes. “And we ate at a sandwich and pastry kind of shop,” Recalling the memory. “So I was thinking maybe we should go check it out, together.” “Okay. The office is closed, anyway.”

He helped clean the dishes after dinner, and they both walked to bed, tired and happy, with their stomachs full. He noticed a light brown paper in his sash from work…The- the queen. He picked up the manila folder and started reading. Somewhere around 950 he knocked out of exhaustion. It was around 9 in the morning, and the smell of fried eggs and pancakes lingered in the air. “Hey, honey.” “Hi. Makin’ pancakes and egg for breakfast.” “Oki. I'll be in the living room. Call me when you're done.” He already knew that the kitchen and the living room were in the same room, but he loved saying it. She chuckled, “ Okay.” After a morning of reading and filing, their stomachs were empty again, maybe because of all that brain power. On the car ride there, they saw a white Bentley, seeming to go the same way they went, only to turn on the last stop to the left. Mick and his wife went to the right. They sat down after ordering some food. Susan, his wife ordered a ham cheese and avocado sandwich, and Mick ordered a blue plate, composed of deep-fried fries with italian sauces, and a sand-burger. A mix of burger with honey ham and a slice of white bread in the middle. Too bland, he thought. All seemed well until the car…the 1962 chrome-white bentley pulled up and the door slammed shut. Mick stopped eating his blue plate special and stared longingly at his wife. Sensing his gaze, she stopped paying attention to her plate of food and looked at her husband with her eyes like a normal person would do when they want to see something. She felt a strange aura coming from the door. Behind her the diner door opened, and Mick quickly stopped chewing, quietly he swallowed and with a quivering hand he pointed to the door. In walked the queen and her six servants. Her henchmen. Everyone’s gaze shifted to the queen coming through the door, they all stared at her; amazed that a queen would frequent such a tiny restaurant. Afraid but in awe, they quickly glanced back at their plates, not to call

any attention. Solemnly the queen approached the counter and placed her order for lunch, 32 sardine sandwiches with extra cheese-wiz and a slice of blueberry pie. The blueberry pie…No it can't be. He swiftly got out of his seat, wife in tow, and walked to the door. But before he got to the diner door, he felt a cold metal on the nape of his neck. “Sit down, hun.” The queen sat at a circle booth in the corner of the room. The men pushed Mick and his wife with their swords, making them walk to the red plush booth. They sat down, in front of the queen. “Ya hungry?” “There's enough for everyone.” Mick looked at the sandwiches with pure disgust, but contained his thoughts only letting them roam through his head. “I'm sorry. I'm afraid I'm allergic to fish.” “Okay, hun.” She smiled, putting her hand up with her index and middle fingers sticking up next to each other, and waved. As if in sync, the men hit them both in the back of the head with the wooden part of the sword. They blacked out.

WOAH

:o woah. You should make a part 2.