Yesterday in Virtual Writers’ Group, we had a job advertisement for the job as a cartoon villain’s assistant. This is my story:
Miss Behave looked at the pile of papers on her desk and let out a mighty roar.
‘What is it mistress?’ Treznor, Miss Behave’s loyal minion, asked as he came running into the room. He ducked as a stapler flew through the air, narrowly missing his head.
‘What is this?’ She roared, ‘Apart from the fact this office is mean to be paperless, this pile is huge!’
Treznor peered over the desk and looked at the pile. It took a few minutes for him to remember what it was.
‘Those? Oh, they are the applications to be your assistant. You need to…’
‘No, I don’t need to do anything!’ Miss Behave roared. ‘My assistant can deal with it!’
‘Actually,’ Treznor said, trying hard to keep the tremor out of his voice. ‘You don’t have an assistant. The last one was killed assisting with your latest scheme for world domination.’
Miss Behave stopped in her tracks to process this. She turned her back to Treznor and looked out the window. Treznor started to back towards the door to make his escape and get back to the potions room where he was trying to come up with something to rival the poison apple. Just as he reached the door, his mistress turned around. Treznor froze.
‘You,’ she pointed at Treznor, ‘You can find my next assistant.’
Treznor shook his head.
‘Oh, no, your most evil highness,’ he said. ‘I am committed to complete my mission with the poison fruit.’
‘That can wait,’ the mistress said. ‘THIS,’ she pointed at the papers on the desk, ‘Is now priority 1A Gold. I must have an assistant.’
She then left the room in the most dramatic fashion with skirts and capes flying, creating a draft that made all the applications fly around the room, only coming to land when the door closed behind her.
Treznor sighed. The mistress didn’t have the best track record with assistants. Even this lot of applications was from two assistants ago. They had stopped putting up ads every time they needed a new assistant as it was getting way too expensive and time consuming to put up a new one every few weeks.
He picked up the application closest to him. Mia Dixon, age 23, recently graduated university with a degree in fine arts.
‘That will do,’ he said and put the application to one side, and started gathering up the others. He put them in the filing cabinet with a suspicion they wouldn’t be there long.
He went to the mistresses laptop and began to type an email: ‘Dear Miss Dixon, we are pleased to offer you the job as assistant to Miss Behave, our local diabolical villain…’
I hope you enjoyed the story. The group participants created a variety of pieces, including job applications, plans for evil lairs, designs for evil gadgets, and so much more.
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