Today’s Brick is an episodic continuation to the Larry’s silly advanture, if you want this to make any sense to you I highly recommend reading this first:
Quick info: The regular schedule of the Fiction Dealer will come on next week. With some news and Microdosing going back on track. :) Sorry for keeping you micro-fiction addicts waiting. I need some more time to set the plans for 2025 straight.
Hopefully this little sill tale from me will work for you, and it wouldn’t be me without a prompt so: Tell us a story in 500 to 1000 words about a legendary New Year’s party
Hey folks, Larry here.
As you probably figured, I survived! It was close, but the pills kicked in right on time as the world ended in front of my eyes. Lucky! Yay!
The travels have not been easy though. I was sent into the midst of a freaking Napoleon era and straight into his bedroom (dude’s not as small as people say he is).
French prison was fun, but not as thrilling as the others I had the cursed pleasure to visit. They were nice enough to let me fall asleep and I suppose they were pretty surprised at what happened to me. I got back into France a little bit after that, but way later in the timeline and there were some new legends about colorful elf vanishing out of Napoleon’s prison. Luckily I didn’t change any major historical events.
So lucky me! Again!
This has actually been bothering me a lot lately. Like, I met some really cool people in the last couple of weeks of my unfortunate endeavor and I’m afraid I might have spoiled some stuff for them… Who knows, maybe it’s nothing. Or maybe when I will end up in 2024 again there will be flying cars and a world without wars… or maybe the other way around.
Like yesterday! I had the chance to meet a real genius and I actually managed to meet him for the second time! Dude recognized me and tried to help me. You would never guess. The smartest man in the history of humanity - Mr. Leonardo Da Vinci.
I have been into the future and tried to explain my situation to many people and nobody believed me. NOBODY! In no time period.
Nobody other than sweet Leo in the freaking 1500s. He is a great guy by the way. The last time I met him I told him what cool shit he had done… which he didn’t do back then yet… But now he had done them… Which means… I don’t know.
We had a long conversation and he thinks that maybe my time traveling was a historical event in itself and everything I do is just a sequence of my existence or something like that… and the historical figure that he becomes for us in the future is only because of me!
It’s weird, you know?
Anyhoo… It’s hard to keep track of time while moving right through it… hell, it was hard even before? Days always felt like minutes. Weeks have gone by in hours. Year after year, the world never stops… Before the hangover of the last New Year party fades, the next party is here.
By Leo’s estimates of passing time, 2024 should be around New Year’s Eve right now. Which is funny, because today I woke up in New York on the 31st of December 1979 at Studio 54.
Yes. The party, that created the celebrities as we know it - that isn’t from my head someone wrote it somewhere.
As far as I know, Studio 54 was open only for three years since 78’ which means I’m on the last New Year’s party at this house of cocaine, money, and liquor.
I’ve already had the chance to meet Mick Jagger, Stevie Wonder, Elton John, Freaking John Lennon was here and still alive - I have a feeling I should’ve told him about the “incident” but I didn’t want to screw up the timeline, y’know?
Andy Warhol is a really cool dude. I showed him a tattoo of a panda from his Endangered species collection, that I have on my ribs. It was a perfect copy of his work. He was a bit shocked because for one, he had never seen such a quality of a tattoo and two he didn’t paint it… yet. I tried to play it down, but then I blundered that I’m in fact from the future, which sparked a pretty cool conversation and he said “In the future, everyone will get their 15 minutes of fame.”
That immediately made me think of TikTok and I said to him, that he couldn’t be more right.
The rest of the night was a wild mixture of drugs, drinks, and conversations with people who had no idea who I was or how I got there.
The whole Rolling Stones band was there, partying like their life depended on it, someone told them they would party themselves into an early grave like this. I told him they wouldn’t and that I can see them tour 30 years into the future. Nobody (other than Andy who shot me a knowing glance) believed me.
It was wild… One more outstanding conversation was with John Lennon. I held myself from spoiling his future, it was easy enough because he just went on about peace and love - he also loved my tattoos, especially the hippie ones.
All of the love talk made me sad though. It unsurprisingly made me think about love, especially about the one left at home. All the jumps, all the eras passed, nothing made me forget about you, my love. Some of these are fun as hell, don’t get me wrong, but I want to be with you again, so much.
So if you get the chance to read this. I hope you are doing fine. For you, it should be about a quarter of a year since I traveled for the first time and I miss you. Every night before I fall asleep, I think about you—anxious to see where will I wake up, and hoping it would be right next to you in bed; hoping that this was all just a bad dream.
I also hope you don’t miss me as much as I do you, and that you keep the show of life going, enjoying the life in full as we did together.
I have only one wish for 2025 and that is to get back to you.
Hopefully this reaches you in some way and also at the right time. Because if you are reading this at the age of 80, hardly remembering the guy called Larry that left you… that would be awkward.
I love you hon… Happy 2025!
I wish you all the best in 2025, I hope your dreams will come true, whether that’s writing related or not, and that you’ll enjoy another year of a banger fiction from The Fiction Dealer 🦝
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I always wanted to be popular. But with my family - super genius nerdy parents and a weird little sister who played with stray dogs all day - I didn't stand a chance.
So when my parents asked if I would be willing to babysit Junie while they attended a New Year's Eve party, I happily accepted. This was my big chance! A parentless house on New Year's Eve, all the cool kids would come! All I had to do was figure out a way to keep my kid sister quiet during the party.
That turned put to be easier than I expected. Junie agreed to hang out in the family room in the basement if she could invite some friends over, too. I okayed the plan, but stipulated that she and her little friends were to stay downstairs during my party and that - above all - that she say nothing about our plans to Mom and Dad.
On the big night, Junie cheerfully headed down to the basement, and my friends began to arrive! We blasted music and danced and we were having a lot of fun until Billy Oxtree turned up at the door with some of his buddies. Billy was the most popular guy in school and so good looking - I was on Cloud 9!
******
June:
Sarah's party was really loud, but we didn't mind. When she said I could have my friends over, she never said they had to be HUMAN, so I'd smuggled fifteen stray dogs into the basement. They all knew me well, because I spent a lot of time playing with them and teaching them tricks after school. They were so smart! Anyway, I'd brought lots of dog biscuits into the basement with me, and had a few big bowls of water in the corner. We'd had a lot of fun chasing each other around and playing fetch and practicing tricks until we were tired out. We all fell asleep in a big pile on the carpeted floor.
Suddenly, I heard Sarah screaming! I didn't know what was wrong, but knew we had to do something. I snuck upstairs, my doggy friends close behind me, and creaking open the basement door, peeked through the crack. The house was a mess, and smelled really bad. That big jerk, Billy Oxtree, was grabbing at Sarah, while she kept trying to push him away. Suddenly Billy yelled, "Shut up, bitch," and slapped my sister across the face!
I knew that Billy was a bully, but he was also a coward... and I knew how to scare him. Tipping back my head, I began to howl like a wolf. All the dogs copied me - it was a trick we'd practiced a lot. When all the howling began, Billy freaked out. When a few of the bigger, hairier dogs burst out into the dimly lit room, all of Sarah's guests panicked and began to run, but Billy and his friends were the first to rush out the front door.
******
Dad:
I couldn't believe my eyes when we came home to a house surrounded by police cars. We rushed indoors and found Sarah hugging June, and fifteen dogs frolicking around them. Sarah was too mortified with shame to explain, and June kept giggling, but one of the police officers explained that Sarah had apparently hosted a party that had gone terribly wrong when a group of local thugs crashed their way in. He said that an awful boy named Billy Oxtree was about to attack Sarah when June and a mysterious pack of stray dogs frightened him off, along with the rest of the partyers. However, the dogs were all baying fit to wake the dead, so the neighbors had called the police. But our daughters were safe, and apparently we now had fifteen new pets...
******
Epilogue:
Sarah's parents grounded her for her irresponsiblity, but she didn't mind. She was no longer interested in popularity and spent a lot more time with her parents and sister. June was allowed to keep all fifteen of her canine friends, whom she continued to train - eventually, they became skilled enough to put on performances, which always ended with the Primal Howl. After their cowardice in the face of a little girl and a bunch of dogs, Billy Oxtree and his friends were big shots no more. And the Werewolves' New Year's Eve Party became the stuff of legend.
Remember when every other TV show had that one crazy character who thought he was Napoleon? Those were the days
A Legendary New Year's Eve Party
Sarah:
I always wanted to be popular. But with my family - super genius nerdy parents and a weird little sister who played with stray dogs all day - I didn't stand a chance.
So when my parents asked if I would be willing to babysit Junie while they attended a New Year's Eve party, I happily accepted. This was my big chance! A parentless house on New Year's Eve, all the cool kids would come! All I had to do was figure out a way to keep my kid sister quiet during the party.
That turned put to be easier than I expected. Junie agreed to hang out in the family room in the basement if she could invite some friends over, too. I okayed the plan, but stipulated that she and her little friends were to stay downstairs during my party and that - above all - that she say nothing about our plans to Mom and Dad.
On the big night, Junie cheerfully headed down to the basement, and my friends began to arrive! We blasted music and danced and we were having a lot of fun until Billy Oxtree turned up at the door with some of his buddies. Billy was the most popular guy in school and so good looking - I was on Cloud 9!
******
June:
Sarah's party was really loud, but we didn't mind. When she said I could have my friends over, she never said they had to be HUMAN, so I'd smuggled fifteen stray dogs into the basement. They all knew me well, because I spent a lot of time playing with them and teaching them tricks after school. They were so smart! Anyway, I'd brought lots of dog biscuits into the basement with me, and had a few big bowls of water in the corner. We'd had a lot of fun chasing each other around and playing fetch and practicing tricks until we were tired out. We all fell asleep in a big pile on the carpeted floor.
Suddenly, I heard Sarah screaming! I didn't know what was wrong, but knew we had to do something. I snuck upstairs, my doggy friends close behind me, and creaking open the basement door, peeked through the crack. The house was a mess, and smelled really bad. That big jerk, Billy Oxtree, was grabbing at Sarah, while she kept trying to push him away. Suddenly Billy yelled, "Shut up, bitch," and slapped my sister across the face!
I knew that Billy was a bully, but he was also a coward... and I knew how to scare him. Tipping back my head, I began to howl like a wolf. All the dogs copied me - it was a trick we'd practiced a lot. When all the howling began, Billy freaked out. When a few of the bigger, hairier dogs burst out into the dimly lit room, all of Sarah's guests panicked and began to run, but Billy and his friends were the first to rush out the front door.
******
Dad:
I couldn't believe my eyes when we came home to a house surrounded by police cars. We rushed indoors and found Sarah hugging June, and fifteen dogs frolicking around them. Sarah was too mortified with shame to explain, and June kept giggling, but one of the police officers explained that Sarah had apparently hosted a party that had gone terribly wrong when a group of local thugs crashed their way in. He said that an awful boy named Billy Oxtree was about to attack Sarah when June and a mysterious pack of stray dogs frightened him off, along with the rest of the partyers. However, the dogs were all baying fit to wake the dead, so the neighbors had called the police. But our daughters were safe, and apparently we now had fifteen new pets...
******
Epilogue:
Sarah's parents grounded her for her irresponsiblity, but she didn't mind. She was no longer interested in popularity and spent a lot more time with her parents and sister. June was allowed to keep all fifteen of her canine friends, whom she continued to train - eventually, they became skilled enough to put on performances, which always ended with the Primal Howl. After their cowardice in the face of a little girl and a bunch of dogs, Billy Oxtree and his friends were big shots no more. And the Werewolves' New Year's Eve Party became the stuff of legend.