Your Sincere Narrator - Chapter One

Honest droogies were hard to come by, brothers, but I had a fair horrorshow lot. Ever since the moodges had sodded up the starry government and Alekth had been righted, my good brothers, us droogies had been on the millicents for the details. The gloopy lot, Bog help 'em, said us was "too innocent and youthful to know the details". As if those pyahnista millies were shilnarnied about this baddiwack veck! Them millicents refused to share with us and we weren't planning on a skorry tolchock then and there so we let them get away, Bog help 'em.

One of my droogs, Levi, had been hounding at them for a starry week and gotten zilch. What a way to waste his raz. Raz was more and more had to come by, O my brothers. Not in my good gulliver.

"Caleb skazats that if I got an answer from 'em millies, it'd be worth the raz, Valentia!" Levi insists.

"And say ye doesn't, droogie? Say ye don't get 'em details? Fine raz spent well, eh?" I barked. "Ye haven't gotten too far, have ye droogie?"

Levi shrugs it of and keeps at 'em, poor nazz. Least Sabella and Ausric were faithful and behind my back, and dorogoy not to mention. Caleb was too feisty and sneety, if you get what I mean.

"Valentia!" it was my good ol' sammy em come to save me from 'em baddiwack lewdies and the old in-outers. "Valentia, what have I told you about which crowd you associate yourself with! You know that your father would be disappointed with you if he knew you hung with these sort of people."

"Us ain't doing harm, missus," Ausric said innocently. She sighed, skeptical, and trudged off back toward the domy. This Sincere Narrator will fail to meet her dear em's expectations. When she was long gone, Ausric said, "A fine cheena yer mum musta been."

"Hardly," I scoffed and gestured to Sabella and the other vecks I call droogs to follow, Levi being the last one to come. We walked through town slowly. Sabella and mine glazzies on those fine molodoy moodges and Levi, Ausric and Caleb eyes those snooty devotchkas full of pol and cal, 'em grazhny bratchnies, Bog help 'em.

So Levi and 'em malchickies followed those devotchkas and Bog knows what 'em did, grazzy cal-y I'd guess, O my brothers. Ausric, too much of an honest-to-Bog veck to do any harm, ittied back to Sabella and this Sincere Narrator to be a dobby boy and all that cal.

"Yer em's got good senses, knows when to come and when to itty. Honest an' true, righto Valentia?" Ausric told me.

"Them bezoomy nazzies are off with those devotchkas and all pan-handled, eh?" I asked.

"Righto," Ausric smiled, pol raz in his gulliver. Well, my brothers, Sabella and this Sincere Narrarator tolchocked him good, his malenky sharries far from us. Ausric was nagoy and horning when Levi and Caleb, Bog help 'em, rolled back in, still pan-handled from those grazhny over-pollied devotchkas.

"What a-happened here, my dama," Caleb demanded, real horrowshow and innocent. "A little in-outin'?"

I smecked real horrowshow and hard and did a real fake pol with the poor nazz, his sharries getting real dobby. Sodding was a real sport in this crappy mesto. Poor Caleb was over his head with some snoutie and synthmesc and that sod Levi was pyahnitsa you couldn't adam it. What a sight they were, making a fair horrowshow snoot out of 'emselves. Skolliwoll was such a waste.

What a sight we were, throwing our brissies and the like at each other. The world was such a sad sad sad mesto, O my brothers. What a mesto your Sincere Narrator and her horrowshow droogs lived in. What a mesto, what a mesto, what a mesto.

Now, this Sincere Narrator has a feeling you're a-wondering what this story's about. Well I'll tell you. Its about your Sincere Narrator and what happens to that fine devotchka, what she does with her dorogoy life.

If the Nadsat is...hard to understand, thats normal :). Giving you guys a translator isn't fair. It takes away from the expierence of reading. But if you insist, you can go google it yourself.

I hope you like this story...the next chapter will be a lot less..."pol"-oriented...also, PLEASE, if you have not read the book or seen the movie, DON'T READ THIS FANFIC. I've got other great stuff (check it out!!!!) and stuff on FictionPress (even better than on here) and its great to read, this stuff is very intense. I really loved the book and am writing this fic as if the 21st chapter had been included, which it wasn't included in Kubrick's movie.

Please review if you liked it, or even if you didn't like it. Feedback and constructive critism is ALWAYS WELCOME!!! People who haven't written & published don't get how one's heart flutters when one gets a review (I'm a bit...obsessed).

If you think that there is too much Nadsat IN GENERAL, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE review!!!!

One last think :), I have replaced "baddiwad" with "baddiwack" because I think it sounds better and I've added "brissies" to the Nadsat slang (its definition I shall not share) and I have changed around a few other things which is why Valentia's Nadsat is a teeny bit different from Alex's. "Alekth" is the same as Alex, if you've read the book, you'd understand.

Thanks SOOOOOOOOO much for reading,
Marionettes