The Garden
By
Alex Napper
Chapters:
:The Loft
:The Kingdom of gold
: The Apple in the garden
:My love Eve
: whispers under the moon
:The final goodbye
:The war at the gates
:The Garden
:The Loft
The loft
( a slightly nervous man with a sense a humor stands at a double door in a hallway. He is wearing a suit, the tie is lose, his hair is lightly messy and he is holding a briefcase, The doors open and he is greeted by two masked figures who welcome him in.
(As the man adjusts his tie nervously and walks through the door an open room of beautiful stone, Beethovens Moonlight sonata is being played on the piano. humans tied in rope stand in as everyday decor, two humans kneeling on all fours. Face down with their heads in the middle kissing and their buts in the air supporting a glass table, rope coats their bodies. Two humans posed as a statue painted white holding a red apple again Tied in rope. Two paintings sat on opposite ends of the room. Both with humans posed within the frame. Tied in rope. As he continues to walk in the room he stops to observe the human art pieces taking a particular long time observing the painting. He hears a womans voice from behind him)
The woman- Humans make the best art wouldn’t you say? (She says in a mysterious tone, just before she takes a drink from her whiskey glass)
(The man looks over his shoulder to see a woman watching him as the fire burns in the fire place and turns to face her)
The man- ( in a calm manner but an undertone of nervous) hi I’m here for an Interview, my name is(before he is able to finish)
The woman- no need for introduction s. I know who you are (she says confidently) sit. You are here so I take it you want the job yes?
The man- ( he looks around the room) You won’t turn me into one of your art pieces will you? ( he says with confidence but hesitation with a sniker to lighten the mood)
The woman- ( a sinister laugh) don’t flatter your self ( she sits the glass down and pulls out a cigarette and lights it slowly) just a muse darling. Art is forever, Muses die. (As she begins to walk closer to him revealing her beauty, a masquerade mask covers half of her face. ) Wither away. These people get to be apart of my art for exchange of immortality.
The man- yeah? Who holds the table when these two are ready to rub scissor? I mean pardon my straight forwardness lady. But I don’t specialize in kink or fetish novels
The woman- your language and honesty is to be expected. It’s one of my favorite traits about writers. My Creator was a writer… is a writer ( rolls eyes.) where ever they are hiding. ( now standing closer to the man, she takes a drag of the cigarette and leans in offering a smoke to the man, blowing smoke in his face.The man takes a cigarette, she flips out a lighter and lights his cigarette.
The man - you don’t happen to have any weed do you?
The women- I believe I asked you to sit. ( hands him a glass of whiskey)
The man ( sits in a leather chair) couldn’t afford the human ones I take it?
The woman- ( ignoring his comment)
I have a story I want you to tell… The true story. The real story…A story of love, a story of loss, a story of friendship, a story betrayal, a story of war…. a war that almost changed the balance of power in the universe and the fate of humanity. I have spent an eternity in the shadows planning to take a throne that belongs to humanity and bestow my revenge upon my creator. They took the memory of my love then banished me to stay in the kingdom I destroyed in the process of fighting for freedom. A kingdom once built of gold. I just wanted to feel free of the chains. I wanted to be in love. I wanted that for humanity. The story is long and true and I promise it will be the best story you ever told.
The man- from what it looks like in here you want to turn the world into an orgy. I’m not knocking it. Iv been to a few myself. And that’s a great story and all and I can write it for you. But I gotta feed the machine so I gotta know what’s in it for me.
Woman- eternal life wouldn’t fill an empty writers soul? Endless pleasures?
The man- I’m afraid not Sweetie. The way I see it. The longer I’m alive. The longer I have to slave for this world.
The woman- You don’t like the idea of telling stories tell the end of time?
The man- the idea of something just continuing on forever. Sounds miserable.
The woman- Money then?
The man- Oh i suppose money will do. Just one question. If you have the ability to grant eternal life.. why not write your own story? Why hire me?
The woman- ( ignoring his question) so we have a deal?
The man- (observers the weird room one last time )
The woman- do we have a deal?
The man- ( pulls out a joint and begins to pull out paper and an ink pin)
