This post was created because cocoadoll came up with a great idea to create a short story using all of the titles to Lost…
She did a great one when challenged to “walk the walk” in her own posts comments.
Here is my version, with a little Lost, and something that served as inspiration for Lost…meshed together for ridiculous amounts of fun…or ridiculous amounts of stupidity…you be the judge.
I actually think it turned out quite well, even though I exceeded cocoas word limit of 1500 by about 129 words…
Here’s my story, let me know what you think…
As she reviewed the script for “The Pilot: Part One”…she knew it was wrong and that “The Pilot:
Part Two” would do much better by her own hand. Upon thinking this, Alice dropped the ‘script’,
which looked much like an old book, onto the ground.
“These writers these days…” She said to herself. “I would rather play the role in nothing more
than a “Tabula Rasa” than do something like that. Potions and red queens…I need none of them.
Might I take my daily “walkabout” and think things through properly, for I do not wish to act in
But to not allow the story to play out could result in tragic consequences, but Alice was none the
wiser. So when the “White Rabbit” approached, she turned a cold shoulder as he looked queerly at
her, as if to say she has no choice, resistance, but not choice. As she walked, she was singing a
song to herself, as if no care in the world for the hare…
“-Oh tell my baby sister
not to do what I have done
But shun that house in New Orleans
they call the…”
“DYLAN DID IT BEST!!!” she heard from behind.
She wanted to ignore, but she knew she would just grow curiouser and curiouser if she didn’t
“What?” She asked annoyed.
“The House of the Rising Sun. Its what you were singing…Bob Dylan did it best.”
“I don’t know what you are talking about”, shouted Alice. “I would nevAr sing that. I was singing
“Twinkle Twinkle Little Bat”, as my sister and I so sometimes sing. Now bugger off you, I am
TRYING to enjoy my day.
“You have to come. You cannot ignore it. It calls for you, and always will my dear”, said the rabbit
“I don’t have to do anything”, said Alice.
Just then something floated through the view of Alice as the little squiggly lines do when you have
your eyes closed and look into light. Alice focused her eyes, and pulled back a little. She looked at
the object, then at the rabbit.
“What will happen if I don’t go, if I don’t follow? Will the the sky fade away, will the world end, will this tiny creature disappear?” She looked smug now, it was not becoming of Alice.
“No”, replied the rabbit. “The sky will not fade away…but it may not be blue. The world will not
end, but it may not be the same. And “the moth” will not disappear, but it will nevar become a
“Have “confidence man”!” said Alice, a little intrigued by the rabbits seeming necessity of her
“MAN!” Shouted the rabbit. “For I am no “MAN, in all truth…I am not even here”, he said as he
looked up at the sky that didn’t fade away…and remained blue.
Alice’s eyes followed his into the heavens, and after realizing her hypnosis, she quickly looked
down to find herself again in “solitary”…and ever so confused.
Alice decided to continue her journey alone as planned. She walked past a house that she had
seen many times, but never the occupant of the home. There were flowers that lay dead, being
seemingly resurrected by whom Alice assumed the owner. He was touching the flowers one by
one, and as he did, the flowers sprang to life in an unimaginable speed. With the simple contact of
his finger, a beautiful rose would rise, then, just as quickly as the first rose was risen by his touch,
the next rose was “raised by another”. The man was short and tall, skinny and wide. He had a
color on that Alice couldn’t quite place.
“My sir, what color is that wonderful hat you have on?” She asked standing a substantial distance
“Whatever color you want it to be my dear.” The man in the hat answered, now right in front of her.
“Do you have trouble with your father sir?” asked Alice with the most troubled look on her face.
“Nevar have, why do you ask?”
“Because I have read that all the best cowboys have daddy issues, and since you’re wearing a …”
“Its not a cowboy hat”, interrupted the hat wearer.
“Then what kind is it?” asked Alice.
“Whatever kind I wish it to be, so “whatever the case may be” it doesn’t matter, because I’m not
even wearing a hat”
Alice looked up to see a patch of hair..she was just about to ask about the color…
“You ask a lot of questions, now allow me to ask one of you. What do you call a Mad Hatter…with
“”MAD?”, Alice asked and answered at the same time.
“Indeed”, answered MAD. “Mad indeed.”
“But why are you mad sir?” Alice asked.
“I’m mad!?!?” exclaimed and asked MAD. “You’re the one talking to yourself.” And he was gone
when Alice took the longest blink of her life.
Alice continued on until she was grabbed by a crown wearing woman in a cape covered in what
appeared to resemble a sort of playing card.
“Who are you?” Alice exclaimed.
“I’m the “Queen of Hearts and Minds”. You have missed your “special” party, and HE is not happy.
“Hearts…AND MINDS? What party? And who in the world is HE?” asked Alice, who realized that she
did indeed ask a lot of questions once she thought about it.
“You made me the queen of minds too, because you wouldn’t give your heart, he had to get to
you through your mind.He isn’t happy, and he has to be happy. But more importantly… the party…
your party. ‘What party’?!?” she asked and exclaimed…then answered, ”Why your “homecoming” party my dear…wait…don’t you know?”
“Know? Know what” Alice asked, becoming curiouser and curiouser.
“You became attached to the “outlaws” the moment you dropped ‘the script’, and insulted the
Alice knew she was in trouble. Was there no way for her to not do what we all know she is
supposed to do? Can she not ever have her own choice? Do we make the choice for her every
time we open the book ourselves?
Alice said the first thing she could think, “Quinque”, she said out loud.
“What did you say?” asked the queen.
“Quinque…” Alice said again, “Its Latin… or “in translation” to English…five!” exclaimed Alice. “It’s
one of the numbers that fall between four and six, and I use it to escape sometimes…shall I
translate that into Latin for you your majesty?”
The queen eyed Alice, I have a translation for you my dear…”Deus Ex Machina”, are you able to
translate that young lady? Are you able to understand why I am the not just the queen of hearts,
but of minds as well?”
“It is you that must understand the translation, with all due respect. Using a machine to pretend
to be god…does not make you god…with all due respect your majesty. Although you may be able
to push me, it will “do no harm”. For I still stand for the “greater good”, and for all that are LOST
to your rabbit hole you call ‘home’. Like the rabbit, I was “born to run” free. And just as I freed
him, I shall free myself whenever I choose.”
The Queen was red faced and without crown now. “Do you believe you are free my dear? Do you
believe that you are in control?”
The queen was screaming by this point. She had tired of playing Alice’s game. She had tired of
playing her own game. The Queen of Hearts and Minds, formerly the Queen of Hearts, had lost her
love and was tired of playing any game at all.
“I am in control said Alice. I have always been in control…I just didn’t know it. By throwing that
script…that book…that other life on the ground, I became free of anything that you or anyone else
wants or EXPECTS me to do. But you are correct about one thing…this is my home. And at this
point I would like you to leave now”, Alice said sternly as she opened a door. “You and all your
other hearts and minds can make their “exodus” here, your majesty.”
The queen looked around, and realized she was in a house, which apparently was Alice’s, and was
standing in front of the main entry door.
“”Exodus”!?!” asked and exclaimed the queen, who Alice realized was the one asking the questions
“Who do you think you are to tell me to leave anywhere?!?!” asked and exclaimed the queen again.
“My name is Alice…and don’t bother, you already left”, Alice said, as the queen took the longest
blink of her life, and realized she was now standing in the dark, on the outside of the door.
“You’ll never get away with this”, yelled the queen.
“Nevar say Nevar”, said Alice, as she closed the door in the queen’s face, and turned on a light in
Alice pet her beautiful cat, and ‘he’ was so happy to have her home… and ‘he’ has to be happy. ‘He’ almost seemed to have a smile so wide it resembled a slice of mango, and as Alice walked across the room, she ran her hand along his entire, very long body, and the queens banging began to desist.
As Alice reached her destination, she listened to the last words she would ever hear the queen
say, and responded the last time she would ever have to respond.
“There are rules Alice, rules that must be followed. You are not supposed to be here, in fact…You
can’t be here!”
Alice stared at herself one last time in the looking glass that night, and gave a faint little smile as
she whispered, “Don’t tell me what I can’t do…”
Then Alice closed her eyes, and slowly counted to five.