Horrorscope

Daily Prompt Custom Zodiac You’re tasked with creating a brand new astrological sign for the people born around your birthday — based solely on yourself. What would your new sign be, and how would you describe those who share it?

“So, my darling, when were you born? I need the exact time and place so I can give you the most refined calculations.”
“Oh, I was born in Galveston, Texas in October — October 30 — 1995.”
“All right then. You are a Scorpio with Castor rising. You are passionate, sexy, intellectual and you will achieve in life.”
“Really? I will achieve in life? OMG! That means everything to me! Thank you so much!” Trina screamed in delight, forcing Madame Ruth to cover her ears.

She ran out of the tent grasping the small opal Lamont had given her for her birthday. “Honey,” she said as soon as he answered his phone. “Thank you so much for the gift card to Madame Ruth! She’s confirmed my deepest wish. I’m going to achieve in life!”
“That’s great, sweet cheeks. But what exactly are you going to achieve? And where would you achieve it but in life?”
“Oh baby, you always know how to twist things so they don’t make sense. ANY-hoo, I’m on my way home.”
“I’ll be waiting, baby doll.”

(I would describe those who share my “custom” zodiac sign as people who do not want to write this prompt describing themselves.)

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5 thoughts on “Horrorscope

    • He’s one of the two stars in Gemini, Castor and Pollux. He just happens to be humping it over the horizon at the moment Trina is born.

  1. […] Yesterday we met Sweet Cheeks just as she was leaving the seedy little Venice Beach Bungalow belonging to Madame Ruth. She was very excited having learned that she’s a Scorpio with Castor rising, meaning that she’s intellectual, sexy and will achieve in life. She had just called her boyfriend to let him know her great news. She’s on her way home in her little Scion XA, tooling along on the 405 toward San Pedro, listening to Whitney Houston at top volume, singing along, loud enough to get the coyotes howling as she passes by their canyon island habitats. “I will always love YEW-oooo-ooooo-OOOO!” […]

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