Saturday Story 2025 #23 (The Black Queen: Legend – Part 19)
This unique take on the world of The Black Queen continues today on my Patreon. This tale plays with the ideas of the original stories and turns them upside down in unexpected ways. It will be a long multi-parter with plenty of surprises along the way. Synopsis below:
When Jeremy is tasked with writing a piece about an erotic urban legend, he discovers some truths are better left buried.
In today’s installment – Part 19 – Deirdre is trapped inside her own creation. After a while, Jeremy’s life is slowly returning to normal, but there are still lingering mysteries in the air. The next installment will conclude this story.
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An excerpt is available below:
https://www.patreon.com/posts/130954492
(…)
Two weeks later…
Alfred Lancaster wiped the corners of his mouth as he stared at Jeremy, unsure of what to say. The article he had written was phenomenal, an epic tale that defied all expectations, but it was also not what he had asked for. The lines between fantasy and blurred, giving rise to something else, a new paradigm, and he wasn’t the right person to judge it. As such, Alfred looked at his reporter and muttered,
“Did all of this really happen?”
“Give or take,” Jeremy replied, arms crossed. He was no longer the same man that had been offended at his boss for suggesting he wrote something about an erotic urban legend. The recent events had changed his perspective on a lot of things and had given him a confidence boost he didn’t know he needed. If he could survive that, he could survive anything.
“Give or take?” Alfred insisted, raising a quizzical eyebrow. “So it’s not an accurate account.”
“Everything I wrote is the gist of what happened, Jeremy said, choosing his words with care. It was a diplomatic way to avoid unnecessary questions, but they were coming, anyway.
While writing the article, Jeremy had omitted some of the more graphic details and his active involvement in Deirdre’s demise. There was no need to overcomplicate things that should be simple, a tale of good versus evil, in which good had come out victorious despite the heavy price to pay. That was all that mattered.
“Hmm…” Alfred mumbled, his natural curiosity demanding to dig deeper. “It’s almost hard to believe.”
“I know. If I hadn’t lived it myself, I wouldn’t believe it either.”
Alfred leaned back in his chair, studying Jeremy with a mix of concern and professional curiosity. “How are you holding up?”
Jeremy shrugged. “I’ll be fine. Nothing that a few months of therapy won’t fix. It’s been tough, but I can handle it. I know I can.”
The older man nodded, understanding there were depths Jeremy wasn’t ready to explore. The trauma he had experienced wasn’t something that could be unpacked in a single conversation, especially after what he’d experienced with Deirdre and Omicron.
“Okay. Would you like some coffee?”
“Yes, please,” Jeremy replied, grateful for the mundane offer. The simple act of being offered that was a return to normalcy after the absolute chaos he had been trapped in.(…)
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