Thank you for your wonderful participation yesterday!
Autumn shared a bodice-ripping encounter of our fearless character and Gorti, and she said it was hard for her to stop. Phew! If I ever need story ideas, Autumn, I’m coming to you. 🙂 Joelle agreed with Autumn that our character would end up in the abandoned rebels’ house for some naughty time, while Cat, Katie, and Roz would rather flee before saying something. They all hope Gorti will give chase to find out what’s wrong.
Before I give you today’s installment, check out this wonderful film, available entirely online. When I began promoting Becoming Clissine a few months ago, a friend directed me to this film of a world where heterosexuality is outlawed. (Let me emphasize that this film came out long after I developed the concept of Bastia, and I was not aware of the film until after finishing the book.) While the film is very different from Bastia and takes a very different approach to the storyline, the first few minutes of the film are a great description of the world reversals. Another thing the film does well is to convey the fear of living an identity outlawed by one’s country.
With this fear in mind, I’d like to return to our choose your own adventure story. It’s wonderful fun to imagine a forbidden-love exploit, but would it be possible in the Bastian universe? I’m not sure. Let’s see where it goes! Tomorrow, I’ll show you the amazing artwork Minelle created for the trailer. Haven’t seen the trailer yet? What are you waiting for?
“What?” Gorti asks, with a brush of impatience. His eyes flick back to his sheet music.
“I…” you stammer, wondering what to say. You can hardly say you wonder what it would be like to kiss a boy. “Clissa…she…”
Gorti shrugs. He doesn’t mind Clissa, but her best friend Vitrine annoys him more than should be humanly possible. “What about her?”
“She was studying and…” You forget your words, lost in watching his soft, luscious lips. Then you shudder. You are a girl. He’s a boy. This is a sin against Basti and a sin against everything you have ever known.
Gorti puts his flute back to his mouth. “I’m kind of busy, so can we talk later?”
“She kissed him!” you blurt out, before you can realize what you are saying. Gorti’s jaw goes slack, and the flute dangles awkwardly from his fingers. When the words sink into your mind, you feel faint. What have you done? No one can take back those words now. What if Clissa gets in trouble?
You turn and pound your way across the grass, ignoring Gorti’s shouts. Several students glance at you while you pass, perhaps wondering why you are running in the heat of midday. You run across the expanse of grass, sweat pouring down your back. At last, you come across an old, abandoned shack. You collapse in the doorway.
“I’m such an idiot!” you groan. “Why can’t I keep my mouth shut?”
Unexpectedly, you remember your books and papers still in the library. Thinking about the library brings back the image of Destral holding Clissa’s hand as if she were a delectable piece of chocolate. You groan.
At that moment, you hear a rustling behind you. You lift your head. Who, or what, has followed you?
Do you turn around to face it, lifting your head high?
Do you scuttle into the darkness of the shack, hoping not to be seen?
Do you get up to run to a new hiding spot?
Remember, extra points for move involved answers! I’ll choose the winner(s) at the end of the week, in conjunction with the Spank or Treat festivities beginning on Friday.