"Write a short story in which you are the villain."
Lightning struck around me as I cackled maliciously.
I’ll have you know, it wasn’t always like this. I was kind; I was generous; I cared about other people.
But sometimes… you just snap. There’s no real reason- no defining moment where everything changes. It’s more like a thousand little moments; just a slow and gradual process.
It started with the daydreaming. I would spend hours shamelessly going over the ones that I wanted to be like: Cruella de Vil? She did have fabulous character that demanded the attention from every single person she came in contact with. Nah, I couldn’t stand to hurt those precious little puppies and I never really did care much for fur coats. The Wicked Witch of the West? She did have the flying monkeys as her minions, but Wicked forever changed my view on the poor social outcast. Ursula? That maniacal laughter that charged the Little Mermaid rang through my head, but then her eight, slimy tentacles wrapped themselves around that idea and destroyed it. What about Harley Quinn? Now that was a woman that I could idolize. Her lavish insanity sparked a smile throughout my imagination.
Maybe I didn’t have to limit myself to just one mastermind- maybe I could create my own and spiral down in history with all of the other insane.
I set my plan in motion. The nice guy (or girl) finishes last and I was ready to win the race. I started small: tripping children here and there, taking suckers from toddlers strapped in their stroller, unable to chase me. Then I moved onto basic thieving. My evil-doer outfit had to be perfect and since I had always been nice before, I had no money. I worked my way through stores, going unnoticed as the wallflower that I had always been. I worked together an ensemble with Cruella’s elegance, Harley Quinn’s insanity, and my own slight sense of fashion.
I emerged on the night of the storm cloaked in a feather boa, knee high Doc Martens, leather pants, and a corset fit for a queen. I giggled delightfully as the storm raged on- excited to begin my life no longer coming in last. My name was going to go down in history with the other lady villains!
Maybe I’d better start tomorrow though, this evil-doer business is hard work.