Last year, a group of talented writers that I know got together to write a round robin tale about what The Octopus Knows. I missed out on all the fun of participating last year, so when there was talk of a second round robin, I was all in. This story, one of broken families, intergalactic crustaceans and luxurious hair, is titled Lather: The Twinkle Jackson Story and is living compilated on Laird Sapir’s blog.
Twinkle’s adventures begin at Tami Clayton’s blog with Chapter One and continue with
- Chapter Two ~ Mike Schulenberg
- Chapter Three ~ Liv Rancourt
- Chapter Four ~ Ellen Gregory
- Chapter Five ~ Richard Monro
Be sure to catch it from the very beginning.
Lather: The Twinkle Jackson Story
“Whoa, not so fast, slick.” Jupernia grabbed Twinkle’s arm and turned him around to face her. “I know you’re pissed, but that’s not the plan and you know it.”
“I never agreed to this stupid plan you and that Sparkle Sudz chick dreamed up. You took me, remember? I’m just in it for the conditioner. I mean, look at my hair.” He ripped his arm from Jupernia’s grasp and stroked his ringlets with both of his hands. “It’s beautiful again. My hair hasn’t felt like this since my mom..”
“Look, kid, I could not be more excited about your pretty little head of hair, ok? ~ but we have got to get outta here and find my sister to revise the plan.”
Twinkle couldn’t take his eyes or his hands off of his soft and luscious hair. He was muttering about his mom and how he missed her and her awesome conditioner. “It smelled like lemons and mint and we would never run out and, sure, I was mad at her for leaving, but I just want her and her conditioner back.” All the while he was talking, Twinkle stroked his hair in some kind of keratin trance.
“Snap out of it! He can not see me with you and we’ve already been here too long. Do you want to go back in the chamber? Now, come on!” Jupernia grabbed an iPhone out of her pocket and started to dial.
Twinkle dropped his curls and they bounced on his shoulders like dozens of springs. “No. No chamber and no plan. I am so done. You’re taking me home, but first I’m looking to melt some crustaceous ass!”
Jupernia threw her phone on the deck. “You don’t understand, Twinkle, it won’t work, the Lord is different from all the rest of them. He’s…”
Lord Lobstar held out his monstrous pincers covered in armor and dragged them along the corridor walls.
“Enough already.” Jupernia said as she reached for Twinkle who bent down to pick up the bucket of sudsy water. She latched a climbing hook onto his belt loop and started to draw him away, but Twinkle struggled against her, this time lunging for the bucket.
“So glad to see you’re feeling better, human.” Lobstar emerged into the room, his face cinched up at the word, human, like he sucked on a lemon.
Twinkle looked down at his bucket and back up at Lord Lobstar through his drying tendrils, the left side of his mouth curving up ever so slightly.
Lord Lobstar reached into his metallic suit and pulled out a contraption that looked like part spear gun, part netting, with a blue electrical current running along the bottom. He glared back at Twinkle with squinted eyes and said,
“I know what you’re thinking, punk. You’re thinking, do I have enough soap left in that bucket to finish the job? To tell you the truth, I don’t know the answer myself. But being that this a 44 Tasenet, the most powerful weapon in intergalactic space which will not only trap you and paralyze you, but will dry out that hair so bad you could feed it to a horse, you’ve gotta ask yourself a question. Do I feel lucky? Well, do ya’, punk?”
Jupernia, who had backed into the shadows during the commotion, reached into her cloak, slid out a pair of climbing spurs and slipped them on her feet. She knew Twinkle was in over his head because she was all too familiar with the 44 Tasenet and knew what it could do.
Twinkle, acting more cocky than not, grabbed the handle of the bucket with one hand and the bottom of the bucket with the other, ready to fire and douse the crustacean. At the same time, Lord Lobstar shot the Tasenet which sent a long spear attached to a glowing blue net flying like a rocket at Twinkle’s head.
Out of the shadows leaped Jupernia. She wrapped her arm around Twinkle’s waist and flew, digging her spurs in half way up one of the columns and running up the back side of the ship. With Twinkle dangling like a rag doll over her arm, she flipped and twisted from pole to pole going higher and higher until they reached the escape hatch.
“Twinkle, help me turn the wheel.”
When the hatch popped open and they both climbed out, they could hear the ear-piercing cry of Lord Lobstar, who did not like being duped. In fact, he was steamed.
On the top of the ship, Jupernia removed her spurs and tried to slip them back under her dark cloak as carefully as she slipped them out, but Twinkle was watching her. He grabbed the spurs and turned them over and over in his hands, then he looked up at Jupernia and stared in her eyes for the first time.
Is Jupernia really Juniper Jackie? What is her plan with Twinkle and the Golden Goddess? Find out these answers and more as the story continues to unfold soon on Sara Foster’s blog, Nobody Expects the Spanish Inquisition.