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Caz The VillainessThree flash fictions, each one depicting a different villainous alter ego I’ve created for Caz.
The Waiting Game

“Oh, Miss, we’re ready to order now!”  Caitlyn signaled the waitress, who continued steaming by with her head fixed straight ahead, as if she saw something fascinating about the kitchen doors.  “Ooh, Caz, what do we have to do to get her attention?”
“She’s ignored us long enough!” Caz said, her voice turning deeper, throatier.  “But don’t worry, I know what to do!”
Caitlyn glanced at her friend.  “Caz, what happened to you?  You look all… different?  Where’d those wings and horns come from?”
“I’m not Caz,” corrected the demoness who was sitting right where Caz had been moments before.  “I’m Topaz!”
“Where’d you come from?”
“I always show up it these sorts of situations,
Bake And Switch“Hi, Caz, I’m home!” David called out.
“Hi, David, I’m in the kitchen!” she called back.  “I’m putting the last touches on my devil’s food cake now.”
“Sounds delicious,” David said.  “Um, did you say devil’s food cake?”
“Yep, devil’s food cake.”
“Uh-oh,” said David.  He hurried into the kitchen, but it was too late.  The woman standing there looked very much like his wife, except for the leathery wings coming through two slits in her black dress, the horns on her head, and the long tail that slapped David playfully.  A pitchfork lay nearby.
“Hi, David!” she greeted him.
“Hello, Topaz,” he said with a sigh.  “Could I have Caz back now, please?”
Caz’s guardian devil spent a minute pretending to think it over.  “Nah, I don’t believe so.  I’ve control of her body now and I
Caz Gets The PictureHolding up a thumb for reference, Caz frowned prettily at the vase set off to one side and then at her canvas.  She dipped her brush onto her palette and gently applied a thin stroke of yellow.  “Do these daffodils look right to you, David?” she asked, stepping back to examine her work.
“They look fine,” her husband answered absently.
“Take a proper look, David,” she insisted.  “You know this is important.”
David peered at the painting from one angle and then another.  “It looks perfect,” he announced.  “Just like you, dear.”
“Aww,” said Caz, wiping paint from her fingers.  “Anything good in the newspaper?”
“Police are investigating the Namzug Gallery,” David remarked, “after alarmed museum officials discovered that Lost Woodland was nothing but a clever forgery.”
“Hmm,” said Caz, glancing above the fireplace where the
Caztastrophe“Caz has a delightful imagination,” David reflected.  He was reading his wife’s journal on deviantART, enjoying her answers to a series of questions a friend had posed to her.  “Number Seven is quite intriguing.”
In the alternate universe, we all have an evil counterpart. By what physical characteristic would we know your evil counterpart?
My evil counterpart would look sexy, dangerous, tall, slim with long red hair.  She would be in charge of the world and anyone not following her orders would be bound and gagged and tickled until they saw reason!: Muhahahahahah

“Why stop at being in charge of the world, though?” David asked.  “Why not have a galactic empire!  Hmm, I wonder how that would play out….”
………………..
Empress Caztastrophe made a dramatic entrance – the only kind of entrance she ever made.  A crown of pure iridium rested on her scarl
Caz's Inside JobWith a short straight line, Caz finished carving her name into the glass.  Her actions were a bit premature, for the Breneton Jewels still lay snug in their display, seeming to wink at her in invitation, colorful eyes shining in the darkness.  It was tempting to think of simply smashing the display case, to reach in and snatch the fabled jewels in triumph, but the experienced catburglar resisted the impulse.  "I don't need the attention that would bring," she murmured softly.  "With care, those lovelies will be mine soon enough!"
"That they will not be!"
"Oh, no!"  Caz recognized that hated voice; she desperately darted to one side, but her actions were too late.  The Atomic Smasher strode out from the shadows, flinging a hand.  One of this crimefighter's superpowers was the ability to generate rope that would respond to his command.  The fibers flew forward, toward Caz.  The formed themselves int
A Novel Approach For CazCaz's fingers twitched indecisively, her hands hovered anxiously over the keys of her laptop.  She shook her head, trying to dislodge the mental cobwebs.  Whenever inspiration was there, words poured forth, like water from a bursting dam, but when lacking, her output slowed to a mere trickle.  "Concentrate!" she told herself sternly, and finally began to type.
While the tight ropes severely restricted Lady Lucille's movements, they did nothing, contrary to the hopes of her captor, to reign in her unbridled spirit.  The young noblewoman pulled energetically on her bonds, firmly promising herself she would remain defiant to the last.  Her exertions made it difficult for her to maintain her balance, but she was determined to preserve her dignity and remain standing on her feet.
"Mpfff!" she exploded.  The cloth gag over her mouth prevented her from expressing herself more coherently, but her disdain for Sir Perceval Pomberton
Spring Unleashed"Eager to leave, my lovely flower blossom?  No, you shall never escape me!"
Rizandon was the Bringer of Snow.  It was he who covered the world in cold and frost, and how he longed to keep it so!  Rizandon appeared as a grizzled, old man, dressed in snowy white robes, but his hair and beard were darkest blue.  He lived in a mountain cave, where his only willing visitor was Snow Shadow, an owl nearly as old as Rizandon.  Rizandon had an unwilling visitor, though.
"Here you shall remain, and so my reign shall continue!"
Despite the frigid conditions, no steam came from his mouth as he spoke those cold words to his captive, Sarling.  Just as Rizandon was Winter, so was Sarling Spring.  Just as Rizandon appeared old, so she seemed young:  a maiden blossoming into womanhood.  Her hair was earthy brown, her garments, leafy green.  She stood helplessly near the entrance of Rizandon's lone
Caz Steps Out"I definitely want a new costume for Halloween this year!"  Caz shuddered, recalling events two years earlier involving her angel costume, a reversible outfit that could also serve as a demoness costume.  Wearing it had caused Topaz, mysterious, maddening Topaz, to appear!  This unwelcome visitor had materialized suddenly, claiming to be Caz's guardian devil, and had caused quite a bit of trouble!
"I think this enchantress costume should do the trick.  It's a very pleasant and cheerful shade of blue, with a bright sun emblem.  That's not Topaz's style at all, and the best thing, it's not reversible, so I shouldn't have any trouble!"
Deciding on the costume had been difficult.  Snaffy's, a cluttered shop in the Old Town section of Bridlington, had quite a selection.  So many colorful styles, so many potential alter egos.  What best reflected her?  Should she be a cavewoman, or a futuristic s
Deviant WeddingIt was a beautiful spring day, the birds were chirping, people happily walked about, and a warm breeze light blew across the land. Everyone was happy about the day, but none of them were happy as much as David was. As he stood in front of a large mirror inside of a small church, he straighten out his suit and waited for the clock to tick down to the time he would marry his lovely bride to be Caz.   
As he stood in front of the mirror, he thought cheerfully of their happy life ahead of them. He was so lost in thought he failed to notice his cell phone was ringing on the table next to him till he finally noticed it when the vibration caused it to fall onto the ground.  
He quickly grabbed the phone off the ground and looked at the number to see it was his lovely wife to be calling. At first he was delighted to see her call but then confused as to why she would call when he thought she would be busy getting ready.
"Hello my sweet." He said as he answered the call
Interviewing Caz"Hi, everybody!  This is intrepid television reporter Caitlyn Meredith coming to you live from the scene of some really exciting breaking news where…"
"Ooh, Caitlyn, it's not fair," interrupted Marci.  "Why do you get to be the reporter and I have to work the camera?  I thought we agreed that we'd take turns with this!"
"Because shut up," replied Caitlyn.  "We're live, as I'm pretty sure I just said and I'm here in Fortescue's secret hideout where that evil genius… well, I guess you can't really call him a genius, since he can't even operate an electric kettle without referring to the owner's manual, but…"
"What's going on here?" demanded Fortescue in a voice that sounded like a warped hacksaw cutting through a rusty pipe.  "In case you two are lost, the mall is way over on the other side of town."
"I'm well aware that this isn't the mall, Fortescue," stated Caitlyn primly.  "I'm here to get an exclusi
Surprise VisitorSitting back in her recliner, Caz snuggled into David's body as they sat watching the old movie.  The scene on the screen showed a bedroom, the thin curtains blowing in the slight breeze as the heroine slept under the covers.  She had a thin silk band holding her long blonde hair back from her face as she slept, undisturbed by the breeze or the sounds.
Suddenly, the curtain moved more than it should if it was just the wind, and a man climbed in through the open window.  He was tall, well built and well dressed, in a roll neck sweater, smart jacket and trousers and soft shoes.  The most striking thing about him, however, was the stocking that he was wearing over his head, pressing his short dark hair down as he crept silently into the room.
Caz put her arm round David's as they watched him opening drawers, searching for and finding jewellery until he was surprised by a small table lamp being lit.  Turning, he saw the woman sitting up in
A Glutton For Punishment"Let me go, Glarg," pleaded Caz.  A long, thick rope circled about her waist, hanging her from the ceiling of the lizardman's enormous cave.  Her legs were bound together; her arms were tied against her sides.  She had been gagged, but she had worked the red bandana out from her teeth so that it now hung loosely about her neck.  "I have things I need to do; I can't just hang about here like this!"
"No, you're not going anywhere," he told her gruffly.  "Except into this cauldron, that is!  Yes, Caz, you're going to pot!  I traveled a long way to get here to England and I want someone British for supper."
The kettle whistled impatiently.  "Well, water you waiting for?" asked Caz impatiently.
"No need to get all steamed up, Caz," he soothed.
"I'm boiling mad!" she fumed.
"I need the right utensils," Glarg muttered.  "Let me see, first off, I'll wanna spoon."
"Not with me you won't," Caz informed him.
Caz Makes A Soft Decision"What do you think of this one, Caz?"
"It's a good width, David, and a comfortable height."  Caz nestled herself onto the sofa, so David immediately joined her.  They had hardly settled down, though, when….
"Hi!  My name's Caitlyn!" asked the saleswoman.  She wore a colorful blouse, a flowery neckerchief, and a flashy smile.  "Can I help you?"
"Not right now, thank you," David replied.
"Call me if you need any help!"
"I like this one.  It seems to be what we need, and it's a good price," pronounced Caz.  "What do you think, David?"
"It's really comfortable," he enthused.
"However, there is one last test," said Caz.  "Have you the rope, David?"
"Right here!"  He zipped open his backpack and pulled out soft, blue rope, which he started crossing around Caz's outstretched hands.
"What are you doing?!" demanded Caitlyn, rushing back to them.  She waved her arms in panic.  "You
Caz And The Gem Mini Cricket"David, I've been tied up for quite a long time now, I really have," said Caz.  She was quite well bound, too.  Rope soft to the skin yet unyielding to her struggles kept her immobilized in an efficient hogtie as she lay on her side on the sofa.  Her elbows were held behind her back by ropes that ran between them, although the elbows were still a safe distance apart from one another so that she felt no discomfort.  Her wrists were bound back to back.  Rope circled her legs above and below her knees, and around her ankles.  A connecting rope ran from her wrists to her ankles, keeping her legs bent as she struggled futilely on the soft cushions, for the more she pulled the tighter the knots became.  "I think it's time for you to let me go now," she announced.
"Oh, no, you've hardly been tied up any time at all," decided David, pretending he was reading his newspaper, but actually watching Caz.  "You need to l
UnmaskedA Couple in Distress story with David and Caz.
"David, this is great!" Caz whispered loudly, drawing him close to her so the workers busy loading the lorry wouldn't overhear.  "They think we're their contacts for this job!  Once they finish we can drive to the police and then show them and then they'll finally have to believe us about these smugglers!"
"Yes, but," answered David cautiously as he nervously adjusted the small mask over the upper half of his face.  The masks had been Caz's idea, just in case someone recognized them from before.  She had reasoned no one would be suspicious, since they were supposed to be criminals, after all.
"Wouldn't it be simpler to call the police here?" he finally asked.
"Oh, David, you know what happened the last time we called them!  And besides, if we do, they'll want to know what is being transported and we still don't know what's in these boxes!"  And indeed, that was the main thi
Shore Enough
A Couple in Distress story with David and Caz.
The brisk breeze coming off the North Sea blew plump raindrops onto the car windshield.  Caz peered anxiously ahead, driving carefully in the inclement conditions.  "I think we're lost," she announced.  "David, could you check the map again?"
David was certain they were on the right road, but he opened the map just the same.  "Of course, darling," he said, studying intently.  "We're running a little late because of this rainy weather, which seems so typical of England, but we should be coming up on a village called Coconut Harbor in just a couple minutes now."
"Coconut Harbor?"  Caz frowned in concentration.  "I don't recall ever hearing a town with that name before."  She flicked a quick sideways glance.  "Um, David, darling, I think I see what the problem is."
"What's that?"
"That isn't a map of the UK; it's a map of Hawaii!"
"Oh!" he exclaim
Caz Meets Dr. Muir"And can you make that 'To Caitlyn' and that's C-a-i-t-l-y-n, because there are so many different ways to spell my name and oh my gosh you're just my most favorite writer ever!" enthused the young woman.
"Thank you," smiled Caz, handing the signed book, And Old-Fashioned Melodrama, back to Caitlyn.  "I like hearing from my readers.  Which parts of my books do you like the best?"
"Oh, you know, just, like, everything; the romance and adventure and bits of humor and of course the way all those damsels get captured by villains only to be rescued at the last second!  How do you think all that up?"
Caz smiled, considering her answer.  There was no one else waiting in line, so she had time to talk with this enthusiastic admirer.  Before she could respond, though, a man came over to the desk set up in The Book Nook for the signing.  "Here you go, darling," he offered, handing her a cup of chai from the bookstore's coffee shop.
Caz To The RescueOn a broad plateau jutting from a lonely mountain that rose from an isolated spot in the ocean stood several hundred gleaming, metallic robots, completely inert.  They would continue their silent vigil with infinite patience until they received their commands, at which point they would spring into action, flying through the sky to every corner of the globe.
Meanwhile, inside the mountain, a meeting was taking place between the creator of these robots and an unexpected visitor.
"I congratulate you on your excellent disguise as a pizza delivery girl.  It accomplished what you intended, I suppose, in that you managed to infiltrate your way into the very heart of my secret headquarters.
"However, you failed in the end, for despite your efforts, I still recognized you, Caz, the most daring and skilled spy the British have on Her Majesty's Secret Service.  You only thought you could come in here and thwart my plan to take over the world!"
"Mpfff!" protested Caz,
Caz Is Beside HerselfNighttime is magic time, and the magic associated with certain holiday nights can be very powerful, indeed.  For example, there are legends of a traveler seeking shelter in a stable on Christmas Eve to awaken from sleep to hear the animals speaking the language of humans.  The eavesdropper may hear of a fabulous hidden treasure or of danger ahead, and thus profits from an experience that can only occur one night a year.
Halloween has its own special magic, macabre and mysterious….
Caroline retrieved a large shopping bag from her closet.  It was colored pumpkin orange, displaying a vampire standing before a decrepit castle, complete with black bats winging out the upper windows.  In a hanger, she carried a one-piece, reversible dress, red and black in flame designs.
“Wrong way,” she decided, turning the dress inside out so that it was solid white.  She emptied the contents of the bag, separating the accessories she was pla
A Dragon Rescue For Caz“Where is Princess Caz?” fumed the Regent, Lord Horace Highbottom.
“Here she is!” announced Lady Caitlyn, leading the Princess into the throne room.  “I found her outside in the garden, kissing Sir David!  And they were really going at it, too; I mean, she had him in a really tight embrace and was…”
“Yes, I believe I understand the scenario,” replied the Regent testily.  “Such shocking behavior, Caz.  I am very disappointed in you, young lady.”
“I don’t see how it’s everybody’s business,” replied Caz, shaking herself loose from the grasp of her lady-in-waiting and striding forward to sit on her throne.  “I am well past the age of majority and am quite old enough to kiss anybody I please.”
“That attitude is what I would expect from a painted serving wench in a tavern, not our sovereign,” replied the Regent.  “I… I must
Caz Gets Carried AwayRESCUE ME!!!  Caz typed her desperate plea for help on her cell phone as surreptitiously as she could, hoping no one would see her, but it was no use; Caitlyn kept her eye on everything.
“Mr. Deluge, Caz just sent a text message and that’s against the rules of the meeting!” the secretary informed their boss gleefully.
“Caz!  Is this true?” demanded the company vice president.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Deluge, it won’t happen again,” promised Caz, hastily putting her phone away into her purse and picking up her blank notepad.
“See that it doesn’t,” huffed Wilberforce Deluge, frowning in displeasure as he noticed the lack of notes taken by Caz.
“Look at all I have, boss,” said Caitlyn, holding up her notepad for his inspection.  She had not missed that look of displeasure!
“Very impressive, Caitlyn,” praised Wilberforce.
“That’s because you’re such a wonderful mentor,
Caz-ual Encounters“Now, I want you to understand that I don’t mean anything personal by this, Caitlyn,” explained Caz, reading the security guard’s name off her shiny brass nametag.  The fascinatingly enigmatic jewel thief was dressed all in sleek, black clothing that allowed her to move easily and blend subtly into the shadows.  A mask covered her upper face.  A small bit of her curly brown hair escaped from the tight black cap she wore over her head.  She carried a small black pouch slung across one shoulder.  “It’s just that I have a little unauthorized business here in the natural history museum and I can’t have you interfering.”
“Mpfff!” answered Caitlyn in frustration.  She sat on the cold marble floor of the Rare Gem Room, trussed with white rope, her arms bound behind her back against the leg of a display stand bolted to the floor.  Her legs, tied together, stretched out in fro

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3 Year Anniversary

Journal Entry: Wed Jun 18, 2014, 1:47 PM


Today marks 3 years since :icondavid-presents: and I tied the knot officially! 

Yes, it's our wedding anniversary today and the reason I'm sharing this on deviantART is because this is where we first met, 5 years ago.  I joined DA after my brother :iconpablodiablo316: persuaded me to try it, to fill in some time while I was waiting/recuperating from an operation.  I found David soon after and we got chatting and it all went on from there.  He came over to the UK from the US, we sorted out the immigration and got married!  The rest, as they say, is history!  It's hard to believe so much time has passed, it certainly doesn't feel like it but we're very happy together.  Here's to many more years!

In other news, since I started work full time, my writing has hit a slump - it's surprising how much difference an extra 7.5 hours can make.  I am working on something at the moment (I request for my wonderful hubby) and I have another story being plotted.  Creativity seems to be a fickle friend at the moment but hopefully it will pick up a bit.  

Hope you're all enjoying summer!

Caz

  • Mood: Affection
  • Listening to: The fan
  • Reading: The Long Mars
  • Watching: Friends
  • Playing: Creeper World, Tower Story
  • Eating: Not right now
  • Drinking: Cordial

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I have been a deviant here now for 5 years and currently spend my time created stories and occasional poetry.

My stories are generally Damsel in Distress stories, which are written with the view I share with my husband (who incidentally I met through DA), that they should be fun tales with a bit of adventure, with the damsel being rescued by her hero or friend/escaping by herself. Nothing rude, humiliating or demeaning - no damsel is ever hurt (though villains might get what's coming to them) and there will never be any sex or nudity in any of my tales.

My poetry is often inspired by events or places in my life, although on occasion it comes as a by product of an over fertile imagination. I tend to write lighthearted poetry, though a darker one may sneak in from time to time.

I find writing a great way to release feelings and emotions and enjoy creating my pieces.

Being on DeviantART has given me the chance to learn more about writing and to meet some wonderful people who have taught me so much as well as delighted me with their work. It's given me the chance and confidence to try new things, which is always good.

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pablodiablo316 Featured By Owner Jul 15, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Ty for faving
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You're welcome - your image was perfect - it described exactly how my day was and made me smile!:)
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Talib-PB Featured By Owner May 24, 2014  Student Digital Artist
Thanks a lot I feel very honored :D. Cheers and a great weekend to you :-)
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Created-By-Caz Featured By Owner Apr 13, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
You're welcome!:)
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Many thanks for faving Masterclass Detective Agency, it is greatly appreciated :D
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Created-By-Caz Featured By Owner Feb 19, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Aww, thank you, my love!:heart::blowkiss:
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Happy Birthday to you, darling! :heart: :rose:
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ty fo rthe fav and feedback sis
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You're welcome!
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Thank you for fave'ing my latest story. I'm glad you liked it.
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