Genre Wars for Blogophilia 29.6

Brent Williams considered his job as an actuary for the largest insurance company in Canada not as work but as entertainment. True to stereotype he enjoyed the consistency of his days, his cubicle enclosed by grey faux-walls and the people he worked with. Fun for Brent meant dealing with financial risks and evaluating the probability of events, an important aspect of insurance. The financial risks weren’t his personal ones so he dealt with them objectively.

One Wednesday his boss introduced Penelope Godfrey who would be working with Brent. With her red hair, light brown eyes, heart shaped face and petit physique she was quite the contrast to his 6’3” muscular frame. He worked out on a regular basis at the company gym, hence the burliness. Their co-workers often referred to the pair as Mutt ‘n’ Jeff.

Like himself she enjoyed massaging statistics, and was as proficient at her job as he; previously Penelope had worked for the competition. They slowly became friends. She wore a wedding ring, as did he, so nothing more than a platonic relationship would be expected. Brent didn’t wish to be accused as a monster who broke up a marriage. It went against his moral code.

However, the more the two interacted, in the office, or at the occasional lunch, the more his attraction grew. One evening after a particularly difficult file for a particularly difficult client he asked her out for a drink. To celebrate. Before that night they had never met after work. As the words spilled from his mouth his shocked brain registered the suggestion. She said she would be delighted, and suggested the Mandarin restaurant two blocks away which he readily agreed to since he preferred Chinese cuisine, another interest they held in common.

It became a new routine. He and Penelope went to King Wu to celebrate after they won a case for a client. They won often. The pair treated their assignments as a contest or a challenge for which one arrived at a solution first.

A few months later, at the annual Christmas party, having drunk too much, unlike his normal habit, Brent kissed Penelope under the mistletoe. She responded to his spontaneous passion with alacrity.

For the remainder of the party they didn’t mention the kiss. It wasn’t until the next work day that Brent asked his question.

“It’s obvious you’re married since you wear a ring but you never speak of your husband. Why is that?” Brent broached the subject at coffee break.

“I could say the same of you, and your wife.” Penelope stared into her mug of dark Mocha-Java.

Blushing slightly Brent admitted he wasn’t married but wore the ring to fend off aggressive  females.

“Do you consider me aggressive?” Penelope gazed into his eyes.

“No,” he replied and kissed her between her furrowed brows.

“I have a confession as well,” she shifted her eyes to the floor. “I am not married and wear the ring for the same reason as you do.”

“If I had known that before I would have kissed you the second week we met.”

“And I would have let you,” she whispered.

Following these revelations they dated steadily until, on Valentine’s Day, he proposed. Penelope suggested they watch the sunrise from the beach.

“The beach  will be cold,” Brent observed.

“We can take blankets and cuddle up for warmth.” She grinned mischievously.

As the sun crested the clouds, he popped the question “Why don’t we add veracity to the rings we wear?” Spoken like a true bean counter.

Two weeks later in a small ceremony at city hall they married.

Contemporary Romance

At the end of the brief service,  he bent to kiss her lips but she reached up, positioned her hands on each side of his face, tilted his head back and leaned in to kiss his neck.

Surprised, he studied  her face. Instead of the pretty red-head she appeared as a dark haired, black eyed vision of a clichéd vampire.  Ruby red lips stood out in sharp contrast to her pale visage.

The monster  growled and with fangs drooping over her lower lip, she had a tad of an over bite, she announced, “We are married and so we shall be forever.”

Brent panicked and instinctively pulled his cell out of his jacket pocket and dialed 911.

“What is the emergency?”

Penelope’s  attention for a moment was diverted to the civil servant who had performed the ceremony. His plump figure and rosy cheeks proved quite the distraction.

“My bride has turned into a raving lunatic, thinks she’s a vampire and bit me drawing blood.”  Brent told the dispatcher.

Vampire Bride

“Are you in physical danger Sir?”

“Yes. Yes I am. She is gong to kill me!” He screamed, holding the phone in front of his mouth.

“We will send an officer immediately.”

Brent dashed to the near-by  restaurant, to wait for the police. He grabbed several cloves of garlic, therefore thwarting his bride capturing him.

Congratulating himself on his cleverness at escaping Penelope and trying to figure out how she had changed he didn’t realise his rescuers had arrived. He could hear his ‘wife’ speaking to the officers and she sounded normal. His heart raced in confusion.

Again he was shocked when two men in uniform approached,  and savagely handcuffed him. “She’s a danger to society. I am innocent. I tell you. Innocent!” Brent Williams yelled as the officers hauled him away.


Two events occurred simultaneously. The alarm clock buzzed and Brent’s mother yelled at him through his bedroom door to get up. It was time for school. Brent opened his eyes and peered at his surroundings. He was in his bed with the Harry Potter blue wool blanket wrapped around his feet and his prized  Justin Bieber and Avengers posters on the walls. His computer sat on his desk with piled up text books. What crazy dreams. He shouldn’t have watched those movies last night on line while his mother thought he was sleeping. The longer he was awake the more the dreams became misty memories. .Oh well he’d……

Young Adult

The author’s fingers paused over his key board.

Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance – No. No poetry! What am I doing? He highlighted the words and slammed his index finger on the delete key.

Ah shit thought the author. I  am sick of  all the genres and sub-genres in literature today.

Where do I go from here? I’ve covered contemporary romance, paranormal, crime and young adult.

Those damn publishers are never happy but I doubt they would accept four genres in one novel.

Fuck it.

The pedestrians 20 stories below the author’s office screamed, scattered and with raised eyes watched as the computer fell to the ground and crashed.


Written for

Blogophilia Week 29.6 – “Misty Memories”

Bonus Points:

(Hard, 2 pts): include a quote by Carl Sandburg

(Easy, 1 pt):  include a red sunrise 

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28 Responses to Genre Wars for Blogophilia 29.6

  1. Trust me. Actuaries are not that intelligent. But they do like routine.

    If I had dreamt I was a pension administrator when I was a teenager, I would have checked myself into the asylum.

  2. Myke Todd says:

    I think you should get extra points for using “alacrity” multiple times. Extra points are also in order for the seriously hot vamp of a vampire… I enjoyed all of this, except for the Valentines Day at the beach, knowing, that water was cold. uhnn

  3. VR Barkowski says:

    Love the twists, and the subject matter, Sue. In fact, if I didn’t live on the first floor I’d probably have thrown my desktop out the window by now. Of course I’d still have a laptop and iPad. There is no escape!!!

    David II makes an excellent point. A writer is much more likely to sell if s/he writes to genre. That built in audience is irresistible to publishers.

  4. Interesting bouquet of twists!

  5. Sue says:

    From Marvin who couldn’t link it here

    Whoa! Very interesting. Very interesting. I also was caught up into the author’s dream!! Wonderful writing!! 8 dreamy points, Earthling!!

  6. OkieHousewife says:

    Hi Sue,

    Lovely writing as always. Deep and sensual. Did you want your readers to choose a best genre? I like the first one Contemporary Romance. I felt I could relate to the characters and their words. I hope that helps!!

  7. Sue says:

    Thanks Carrie 😀 No I didn’t wish people to pick one lol

  8. Tyler/Chuck says:

    Dreaming of being an Actuary – now that is scary

  9. Sue says:

    Not sure that was the point of the dreams

  10. BarbaraK aka fiddlbarb says:

    Wow! Awesome storytelling! I love it. -barb k-

  11. Irene says:

    Great story!

  12. trev says:

    well thats one way of deleting your work without going through the complicated procedure of pushing a button marked DELETE Sue!… ahahahah..
    it beats the old way where you finish up with screwed up bits of paper all over the typewriter desk and floor girl… 🙂 …
    I love the way you led me into a hooo and a awww … seeing Brent and Penelope not having love at first sight… it was a slow dawning on their part… loved that :-)…
    but then to plunged me into the Hate and First sight once the marriage took place!!.. that just took my breath away…
    it started the instant the ceremony had took place… she turned into this monster Vampire if a woman!!… without any warning at all….
    I was shocked… poor Brent … he’s out his depth now!!..
    THEN!!!.. he woke as a kid?.. was it a dream or is this another Vampires trick methinks.. LOL… Sod the publishers..
    you can’t just pause there woman..
    you have your reader here.. **pulling hair out** … to think about!!…
    loved it Sue… rivetting indeed girl.. 🙂 xxx

  13. Trying to catch up on the blogs this busy week. What a treat this was, I thought this was so charming, a slow progression of a romance, true love of two actuary souls…. ha, then you turned the tables on us several times in a row! Love it, you sure know how to keep a girl on the edge of her seat! 😉

  14. this was excellent and I also enjoyed the twists and turns, and unexpected ending!

  15. Diana J says:

    Ooh! Nice pics…Great story! 🙂


  16. Hahaha, okay I know you’re going to laugh at me, but my favourite detail was that she had an overbite 😉

    Oh, and if he had a Justin Bieber poster on his wall… I wouldn’t think that he’d be into women…

    I can tell you had a whole heck of a lot of fun with this piece, Sue. It shies right through to the reader 😀

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