“Two-Minute Tuesdays” are a series of micro-stories written in five minutes or less. Consider them “public practice,” like that guy who shoots free throws in the park. Prompts are supplied at the bottom in case you want to try your own hand at one of them.
Count Ramando, Emperor Of Revenge
The lights died in the middle of dinner. A collective gasp filled the air as the crowd reeled in surprise. They weren’t scared, not yet, but they knew what was coming. It was what they’d been waiting for all night.
“Ladies and gentlemen–” there was a buzzing and crackling as the master of ceremonies bobbled the microphone in the dark. “Ladies and gentlemen, please don’t be alarmed. We seem to be having a bit of trouble with the lights. It’s probably just a blown fuse, or–”
Hsss-t. His voice was cut off in a burst of static. Another voice took over, low and powerful, rising from the floor, walls, and ceiling until it felt like it was inside the audience’s heads.
“I apologize for the interruption,” the new voice said, slowly and with absolute confidence, “and for my tardiness to dinner. Allow me to introduce myself . . .”
It was all pre-recorded, of course. Steve was down in the pit below the trap door in the center of the room, wrapped in his cloak and trying not to breathe in too much of the smoke from the smoke machine. This was his favorite part of the job–the big entrance. Not just anybody could play Count Ramando, Emperor of Revenge, here at the Peoria State Dinner Theatre.
(prompt: write a story about revenge.)