There's a new contest on Figment. The requirements:
1) Join the site. ;)
2) Write a story 500 words long (can be shorter of you wish)
3) In your story, there has to be a man with a mustache. Don't matter how important this character is; he can be the MC or he can be a Side, or just an onlooker. Doesn't matter as long as he's present.
The winner will have their story made into a movie by the Figment mods. Cool, right? :)
Here's my entry! :) Enjoy:
I met him three months ago at a theme park. I expected to ride the rollercoaster by myself, but at the last second, a boy with bleach blonde hair stepped through the gate and sat down next to me.
“I’m Jace.” he said.
Those two words began it all. Simple, could-be unnoticeable words that anyone could have said. Little did I know who, or rather what, actually said them.
I was about to find out though. I walked down the sidewalk to the alleyway Jace told me to meet him in. I met him three months ago, and I’m meeting him in the darkness of all places? I shook my head instantly. No, Jace isn’t like that. We had clicked the moment he spoke, like it was magic or something.
I slipped down the alley, eyes pealing around for the boy I might possibly love. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him leaning against the brick wall, looking at me. With a smile on my face, I went up to him. He’d always had a knack at seeming invisible, so I thought nothing of his sudden appearance.
“Hey.” I said.
Jace gave me a smile, but it seemed nervous. I watched as he gulped hard. My eyes narrowed at him. “Are you all right, Jace?” I asked.
He nodded. “Yeah, I’m just…” He took me by the shoulders, surprising me. I jolted slightly, but didn’t pull away. His eyes burned with something I couldn’t place. “Listen carefully, Bekah, alright?”
I nodded. My heart beat was racing. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing. Well, not exactly.” His grip on me loosened. “I haven’t been entirely…” He searched for the words. “Truthful. Truthful to you.”
There was so much I wanted to say, ask, at that moment but I kept my mouth shut. It will all be explained, I thought.
“I told you I was Jace Hatchet, but…”
“Who are you then?” My voice was a whisper.
Jace let go of me and paced a few steps away. He turned back. “Don’t be frightened, Bekah. It’s still me: Jace.”
Then, right before my eyes, Jace turned into something I had never seen before. The thing in front of me was human, but it wasn’t Jace.
Standing there where Jace had been was a man with slicked back black hair, a black suit on, and right above his lips was a thin, curved mustache.
I blinked, but when I opened my eyes, the man was gone and Jace was back.
“Who are you?” I asked again. I was frightened, enthralled, and confused.
“I’m a shape-shifter.” he said.
“How?”
Jace shook his head. “I wish I knew.”
THANKS FOR READING! :)