Dimensional Reality: Oz (Chapter 4)

Quick authors note: This is story is based on ideas from the original movie “Wizard of Oz”, the sequal, “Return to Oz”, the cartoon sequal, “Thanksgiving in Oz”, the Disney television series, “The Wizard of Oz”, and the McFarlane series, “The Twisted Land of Oz” and my own ideas.  As stated in the title, this is a “Dimensional Reality” story.  It is a fan spin off of several ideas on the same topic.  With all this said, enjoy the rest of the story.

  Dorothy walked along the streets of downtown Wichita, smiling to herself as she walked.  She knew all the attention she and her friends were attracting, but she always found it amusing nonetheless.  Dorothy was all of 5’3, slim, but with more curves than a pretzel twist. She was beautiful and she knew it, but she also knew that wasn’t the main reason people stared.  Wichita was not known for its open mindness, at least in her friends and her opinion.  She was new in town, only started at the high school this fall, but she had identified and hung around with a group that had almost horrified her aunt and uncle; she and her friends were what most high schoolers commonly called goth.  She moved easily on her black, platformed, combat boots.  Her jet black hair was pushed back and flowed down almost to the small of her back.  Her full length black coat moved around her in the gentle breeze, flowing open sometimes to show a long black leather skirt with a slit up the side, as she moved, the slit would widen teasingly to show thin fishnet hose. She also wore a blood red leather corset over a lacy, thin white blouse.  Her nail polish and lipstick were deep black.  Bracelets of arcane shapes and letters clinked together on her wrists.  Two necklaces and one choker of the same style hung around her neck.  She waited with her friends at the bus stop, occassionaly startling people by staring back at them suddenly.  A group of young boys stared and even pointed at her and some of her female friends.  The bus arrived and just before Dorothy got on, she stuck her tongue out at them and winked lewdly.  She laughed as she saw their jaws drop open.  Her friends and she passed the time on the bus ride joking with each other.  She noticed an older woman with a baby kept staring at them with a disapproving look.  She couldn’t care what the woman thought, but she just hated all the stereotypes that that people put on them for dressing the way they did.  Finally the bus arrived at their destination and they began to get off.  Dorothy was the last one off and finally the woman blurted out as she was passing by,

  “God will punish you for your ways!”

  Dorothy span around, ready to get angry, but came up with a better idea instead.  She smiled sweetly at the woman.  The woman’s eyes widened in suprise.  Dorothy looked at her, looked at the baby and smiled wider, replying slowly and loudly,

  “Blessed be.”

  She nodded at the woman and walked off the bus.  She could hear the woman sputtering in anger as she walked off.  As she got off the bus she said bye to all her friends and turned toward her own way home.  She was excited to get home.  She loved hanging out with her friends, but today was special.  She had gotten two new books at the Fates shop and she wanted to go home and read them.  The woman there had warned her that mixing spells of different beliefs and religions was dangerous, but Dorothy had just ignored her.  She thought to herself as she walked home

‘What’s the worst that could happen?”

-Damien