Thank you for reading. Ruthie is Falling Backwards, is an episodic novella. I can't believe that it has reached 12,000 reads.
Janky Fluffy
The Broken Engagement:
“I hate this job! Why did I pick it over her?” Lux Barnabas didn’t understand why his relationship with Odette fell apart, but he would’ve run away with her if Ruthie had attended his party.
His pointed elf ears were filled with memories of both women’s voices, soft like music.
Lux walked to the observation deck and sat at one of the metallic tables. His black hair covered his tear-stained eyes, and he waited as the ship moved across the galaxy. Everything blurred.
The emptiness of space just increased his loneliness. Ruthie had loved the stars before she unraveled like a yarn doll.
A server placed a bottle of brew in her memory, but Lux looked down and the bottle vanished.
It was Ruthie’s fault for not being his wingman. Poor Ruthie. If she had shown up, she wouldn’t have died.
Ruthie was dead, wasn’t she? Why couldn’t he remember?
The Spaceship Renegade 31: Death Day 200
Everyone forgot Ruthie was dead, including her.
Lux and Odette kept finding her body in the hall, and the day started over again.
Ruthie awoke again in different parts of the ship, always hungover as if nothing had happened. Wine stains covered her silk dress.
A cloud-like haze over her memories.
The last thing she felt was the touch of Lux’s Elf ears against her heart as he tried to find any sign of life. Her heart faded.
She woke up again. Death seemed endless, and she’d die differently each time.
Sometimes her last breaths were shallow, though often they were gasping. Each tragedy was a different nightmare.
“This is a dream. It had to be the boxed wine.” Her eyes dilated. “My parents care if I died...” she paused. “No, they wouldn’t. They hate me. My parents hate me. Everyone who loves me is gone. I’ll never find him.”
The next time Ruthie died, she noticed ridges underneath Odette’s heavy cosmetics.
“Is Odette a zombie?” She asked with her last words.
“She’s incoherent. Lux, run and find Nurse Tallulah!” Odette screamed.
Ruthie grabbed Odette’s hair, and clumps of cotton-candy blue strands broke off.
Ruthie died again.
A different man formed from a void hidden within time itself, and he reversed time with a device strapped to his wrist. His Elf ears poked through messy brown hair. His time machine became invisible, and he vanished.
Ruthie woke up hungover, her dark hair dangling in her pink toilet.
She didn’t notice where her killer was hiding.
The muscular man waited in the shadowy parts of Ruthie’s almost completely plastic hot pink apartment.
Her furniture appeared to be manufactured for a dollhouse, but larger.
Sofas, hutches, and dressers, blended in with each other.
A tea table painted with cherry designs and copies of the books Corduroy, Pete the Cat, and Bad Kitty stood out from the rest of the apartment.
The killer fired the laser gun into her, and she fell into it, wood splintering. Her pink porcelain cups crashed to the floor.
Ruthie’s day started over from the beginning.
Her tea table was left untouched, but her clothes were scattered everywhere.
Lux knocked on her door. “You promised us you’d meet with me and my friends. I need your help with my grounding ceremony. My mother can’t make it, and I don’t have any other friends on the ship except for my sister and Odette.”
“I can’t go. I need to find someone.” Ruthie woke up in the bathroom with a bandage on her arm.
Scrawled on the mirror in a tube of black lipstick were the words, I Remember Him. I Remember Him. I Remember!
The sad part is that Ruthie didn’t know who he was.
“I was searching for him, but who is he? No, I don’t want to know.”
Lux knocked on Ruthie’s door again. “Please come and join Odette and me. I don’t want to have to invite Stabler in your place.”
“But he’s cute and bought me all my pretty clothes.” Ruthie stepped over a white designer gown, cut into pieces, on the floor.
Lux knocked on her door again.
“I’m not going!” She pulled her blanket over her head.
“That is okay; perhaps another time,” Lux said sadly.
Ruthie opened the door. “It’s not you. I’m just a little hungover, but I’ll show next time, I promise.”
“Fine, but these events only happen every four years,” Lux said from the other side of the door. “But you sound odd.”
“No, leave me alone.” Ruthie clutched her stomach, and the blanket fell.
Ruthie heard the perilous footsteps, but it was unlike Lux not to take no for an answer.
She opened her eyes. “The last thing I want is to be part of a happy Starlight Elf’s twilight ceremony,” she mumbled. “I don’t care what I promised.”
Her muscular killer leaped from her walk-in closet.
Designer dresses were torn from the hangers and formed a scrap heap.
A leather mask covered the man’s face. He tightened the laces so that Ruthie couldn’t tear it off.
The man whipped out a silver laser gun and fired.
He shot Ruthie over and over again.
Darkness surrounded her. Each time, death felt slightly different.
Someone was changing time and her fate, attempting to save her, but they couldn’t fix it perfectly.
Ruthie shifted back in time again.
An unseen hand held a laser gun. There was no place to hide. Ruthie always hid in the past, but the unseen killer kept finding her.
Her hero emerged and pushed her half an inch to the right.
The laser dart entered her flesh, but this time Ruthie awoke in the spaceship’s fifteen-bed clinic.
“Ruthie is alive, but she’ll need to be sedated,” Nurse Tallulah said.
Story Question: If you had a time machine, what would you do with it?
Story Question: Have you ever lost time?
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LPthe janky fluffy books are always good, I love the details, the humor, and the relatable characters!
Yes! Janky Fluffy books are soo good! Her books have a unique and whimsical voice you just won't find anywhere else! I have had the pleasure of reading her books and I have to say they always draw me into the plot in a wonderfully delightful way!
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