Actress Square Chapter Excerpt! · 8:17pm Aug 23rd, 2017
My take on magical girls, Actress Square: Imperfect Storm, has made it to 12,000 words and 5 chapters! This is the first in a novel series I intend to publish as the next step of my writing career, and I want you all to have a sneak peek of it. I finally came across a piece that I wrote today that I felt would work well as a sort of back-of-the-book type description, so even if you haven't read my past Actress Square blogs, you can get a feel for what happens in the series. Hope you all enjoy!
“Actresses are made? I thought there was just someone harvesting them and turning them into Faerie Stars, and…”
“You’re right on that,” the Actress replied, “but none of us were born like this. If you looked at this place a hundred years ago, or even twenty, you wouldn’t see any of us. That’s where the Manufacturer comes in…and this might be the most painful lesson I have to tell you.”
A string of cryptic statements crept together to form one of the few things Omega heard that day that would make sense. Enough to haunt her, bring her unstable magic up like nothing else, torture her day in and day out without warning. Because every time she thought about it, it would shatter everything she knew about Actresses, about everything, all over again.
“I stopped being human at three years old, when the Manufacturer came for me. To this day, few Actresses even know who he is, but they knew once he came for them, they didn’t have a choice. He chooses Olympian girls for many reasons—they could have relatives in high positions he doesn’t agree with, or budding magic powers. They might’ve even just crossed the street during the wrong time. Some of them even live in the stadium, close enough to the triumvirate and close enough to make a ruckus. No matter what, when he comes, he takes them into his laboratories and does with them what he sees fit. But it’ll always end with us losing our humanity.”
No, Omega’s head cried out as the internal meter grew ever higher. She’d seen the cloning laboratories on every block, always taking their names for granted. The way their leaders never divulged their names, or spoke to the media. The way they cloaked their darkness so well, not even magicians could see it.
“Spreading our wings.”
No. The accursed images spilled out, ones that almost felt like they were placed in Omega’s brain against her will. She stole glances at the baby Actress who’d been beside her before and felt the urge to vomit every time. The fuse was lighting, igniting with every last thought, even as Espoir hesitated to say the fatal words.
“Becoming Actresses.”
