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Post by fan2000 on Dec 16, 2020 18:09:30 GMT -6
Note: This is a short, quick and dirty vignette not a well polished piece.
Emma Roberts
The little old lady emerging from her home of over 70 years with the teenager at her side was a regular sight in the neighborhood. Though it seemed to be the same young woman walking beside her every day, it was in fact one of identical twins trading days when they had to spend time with their elderly relative on her walk. Standing barely under 5 foot, the elderly woman was skin and bones but to describe her as frail and helpless would be inaccurate. Her thinning white hair was cut short and brushed back to the nape of her neck.
“Grans, you’d be able to walk further if you used the walker that we bought you years ago.”
The old woman side-eyed the teenager. “Like I told your sister, I’m not using that contraption. As soon as I do, I’ll be admitting I’m too helpless to live and be dead within a year.”
“But Grans, you’re 101 and look like you’ll blow away by a strong wind. And you barely walk a mile as is, you’ll be able to get more exercise.”
“I’ve always been thin; do you know how many times I was accused of having an eating disorder when I was your age and older?”
The teenager rolled her eyes. “Grans, here are photos of you during the Great Pandemic. You were anything but thin.”
The old woman stopped at seeing the images then looked at the teenager. “Julia, I was pregnant with your grandfather. Look at photos at the end of the year, it looks like I have a ball stuff in my clothes like I’m faking it.”
Julia took a few moments to move the holographic images until she came to the time that her great-grandmother had indicated. “How did that happen?”
“It’s called sex, you should have learned about it in school years ago.”
The expression on the teenager’s face went aghast, “Granny Emma, ew.”
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Post by fan2000 on Jul 10, 2021 14:55:12 GMT -6
Note: This is a short, quick and dirty vignette not a well polished piece.
Daisy Ridley
The little cottage had the hint of being a bit of England in southwest Virginia the investigator thought as she got out of her vehicle. The little white fence seemed a tad much, but the woman she came to interview had not been seen in over 40 years and could be eccentric. She rang an old fashion doorbell while looking for a screen to introduce herself but found nothing while hearing movement headed her way.
The door opened to reveal a fat old woman, leaning forward at her waist due to decades of carrying her extra weight. The investigator looked at the smiling old woman’s fat, saggy face but was able to identify her. “I apologize for bothering you ma’am, but I’m looking for Daisy Ridley.”
The old woman smiled, “I haven’t heard that name in many years, come in,” before stepping back and allowing the investigator to enter. The old woman led her to the kitchen, the smell of a freshly baked cake still in the air. “I just finished baking; I’ve got a sweet tooth as you can see. Let me cut us some pieces.”
“That’s alright, I couldn’t possibly impose that much,” the investigator said but was ignored as the old woman cut two large pieces from the cake.
After they both sat down the old woman adjusted her glasses and asked, “So what can I help you with?”
“Next year will be the 90th Anniversary of the Star Wars franchise and I was hired to invite you to attend,” the investigator stopped as the color of the old woman’s face drained and her smile went from genuine to forced within moments of her speaking.
“The Star Wars,” whispered the old woman before shoving a large piece of cake into her mouth and appearing to swallow it whole with barely a bite, soon the entire piece was gone, and she was cutting another one.
The investigator attempted to restart her pitch for the old woman to attend the franchise celebration but found it easier to talk politely with the old woman while eating her piece of cake. Half an hour later she was shown nicely out by the sadly smiling old woman. Once in her car, she rubbed her stomach protesting the size of the piece of cake and amazing that the old woman had eaten the rest of the cake in the time it took her to eat her one.
As the investigator drove away, Daisy was raiding her refrigerator in a feeding frenzy not new to her. For the rest of the day, she buried the memories away with so much food that when she woke up the next day, she found her cupboards literally bare to her surprise. “Oh my, I should have gone shopping days ago. I need to start writing my grocery list down sooner, so I don’t go hungry.”
The fat, old woman began planning her day as if the previous day had been forgotten, emotionally suppressed like so many others.
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Post by fan2000 on Jun 25, 2023 2:52:49 GMT -6
Note: This is a short, quick and dirty vignette not a well polished piece.
Selena Gomez
When the thick elderly woman appeared on the red carpet, every young person began making their way to her. Known as Hollywood’s resident granny, Selena Gomez was literally in the prime of her career. Her pixie cut sported silver-grey hair that highlighted her fleshy face of deep laugh lines, saggy jowls, and a neck wattle. But the look was one that had for nearly two decades been synonymous with the good natured wise old woman that any coming-of-age character could rely on, except when she was the surprise final Ghostface in Scream One Last Time which was meant to be the last film in the long running horror franchise only for the twist ending to result the film’s revenue equaling the previous four installments combined.
Selena slowly made her way down the red carpet for the fourth, some said fifth, film adaptation of the board game Clue. Every few hundred feet she would stop for interviews with various media personalities taking questions like the following:
“Selena Gomez, you’re portraying the maid Ms. White, any hints on if you’ll be holding anything over the victim?”
“Ms. Gomez, you’ve gone from child actor to industry icon working with numerous generations of stars. How is it getting this response?”
“Miss Selena, rumors are swirling that both yourself and Jenna Ortega could be reprising your Scream roles in the upcoming Virtual Scream?”
Though in-between the questions and Selena’s practiced answers to avoid spoilers or not hint that something is happening in the future, she hugged her younger co-stars and other celebrities invited to the premiere. However, the 75-year-old was feeling her age by the time she entered the theater and tried to sit down. Unfortunately, the studio people wanted their turn with her, and Selena put on her famous smile and did it all over again.
An hour and a half after her arrival the film began, and Selena found a comfortable chair away from the screen and eased into it. For the millionth time Selena vowed to lose some of her bulge, but she also knew her plump but not fat appearance was one of the selling points for her getting roles and decided to finally ask Taylor about how she still had energy at her age.
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Post by fan2000 on Aug 11, 2023 2:34:30 GMT -6
Note: This is a short, quick and dirty vignette not a well polished piece.
Blake Lively
It was a ritual that had been going on for over four decades at least one time during a season, she’d travel across the Atlantic then take a trip up the M1 from London to the north Welsh town. The night would be spent in at the hotel built thanks to the economic boom that had occurred thanks to her deceased husband’s investment in the football club. A quick ride to the VIP entrance of the Racecourse would keep her out of sight of the club’s faithful who were always overly exuberant to meet her when she attended a match. Once inside the elderly woman would walk with aid of her cane to the elevator to avoid the steps and during the short trip, she would note in her reflection the difference between her first visit to the current one.
She was in her mid-70s, her once blond hair had become greyish-white and was pulled into a tight bun behind her. Her posture was marred by a slight stoop, mostly caused by a bad hip and knee putting her in need of a cane. A slowly growing paunch was getting harder and harder to hide from the rest of her slender frame, though she tried her best with clothing that grew baggier by the year. From behind and the profile she appeared to be a fine-looking mature woman, but it was her face that was striking for anyone learning her age as she looked older than she was. Deep lines and numerous small ones along with sagging skin at the worst possible location made her appear in her 90s, ancient beyond her years.
The elevator opened and she slowly walked out, turned, and headed towards the owner’s box where she was greeted with all due deference from the the staff. She eased into the cushioned chair with a plaque emblazoned with “Chairwoman Emerita” and settled into watch the match. Near halftime, the moment she expected would happen sometime during the day occurred, the in-stadium camera turned to the owner’s box and focused on her with the caption, “Blake Lively, Chairwoman Emerita”. The crowd roared and began to sing “Always Sunny in Wrexham”. She smiled and waved, just part of the ritual, but the part she liked the most as the crowd joyously belted out the club’s unofficial anthem.
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