Turning Blue: PrologueTurning Blue
Kate stood in her living room, staring at the small cube in her hand. Kate was a relatively tall 21 year old with short brown hair and teal eyes. She lives in a small suburban neighborhood with her boyfriend Jake. The two had been friends since they were kids and were irrespirable. They were pretty well off, as Jake owned a small candy store that his father and grandfather had owned before him, and it was very successful. They did everything together, they watched movies together, they vacationed together, they slept together, and they knew each other’s secrets. Speaking of movies and secrets, the night before they had watched the movie, “Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory.” There was one secret of Kate’s that Jake did not know of. She was secretly obsessed with one particular scene in that movie, where a little girl known as Violet Beauregarde, chewed an experimental piece of gum that had a three-course dinner of tomato soup, roa
Turning Blue Chapter 3Chapter 3: When Life Refuses to give you Lemons…
Jake had arrived at his shop and left the close sign on the door. He didn’t want to be bothered while he looked at the gum, and besides, it was a Wednesday, no little kids would be out of school until later. He went to his office and pulled out his tools. Jake’s favorite class was science, and his abilities with it were what was going to help him solve the puzzle that was this gum. This tiny little gum could turn people into huge blueberries. There had to be some major science involved to get this gum to hold that much juice and not harm the chewer in anyway. If a person tried to fill themselves up with air, or water or whatever, it would most certainly do more harm than good so finding out what made the gum tick would prevent any accidents. Jake pulled out his microscope and started working.
It had been 10:00 AM when he first arrived at the shop and now it was pushing 3:30. The kids would be getting o
Charleen Buckets: Cherry PieI'd been seeing Rae for awhile now. At least, awhile in my standards. About two weeks. That's when I decide to let my girls in on my little secret. They're rather good at keeping it, too...
I never give them my last name until the night I tell them. We'll walk into the factory, I'll tell my most recent girl that I own the Wonka factory, and they'll ooh and ahh. The one thing they don't realize is, Roal Dahl didn't write a fictional kid's book. He wrote a biography...They always giggle when I tell them my name is Charleen Bucket, and I am, in fact, the daughter of the penniless boy who went from rags to supreme indulgence.
"So you like running around with orange midgets that sing songs about being a slob and you run a factory that makes the weirdest of candies?" They always ask. And when they ask that, it's almost always verbatim too. I laugh right back at them, and respond with,"Well, no...the Oompa Loompas don't have to wear that disgusting makeup anymore...poor Mr. Wonka was as gay a