I haven’t posted any fiction in a while. Here’s a short story.
Jason held his infant daughter in his hands and asked her a question he hardly expected her to answer. “How am I going to explain you to my wife?”
The baby reached up and grabbed his nose. Jason sighed. “Maybe it won’t matter. Maybe there’s no way anyone could fail to love you. You are the cutest baby in the world. You know that, right?” She giggled at that, or maybe it was just gas.
Jason heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway outside. That would be Helen. He sat the baby down and ran to meet her at the door. He didn’t know where to start explaining and just wordlessly helped her with the groceries.
Continue reading L is for Lilith
BD Hesse has asked her readers “Write a story about someone who loses their religion.”
This story uses characters from my upcoming novel (series?) Project Quintessence. It takes place near the end of part one, but doesn’t spoil anything unrelated to a certain character’s change of belief.
Continue reading The Morning Star
Over at Flash! Friday, it’s Flashversary. The prompt this time allows almost total freedom, but having to be exactly 150 words instead of within a range sounded like it could be a challenge; I was kind of surprised that it wasn’t really a problem. Here’s my entry for round one.
Luna’s jet ripped through the smoke, but it wasn’t fast enough. Thousands had already burned. “No more! Tonight, Orochi dies!”
She rolled to dodge a tongue of flame from the mechanical wyrm, and fired a missile straight down its maw to little effect. She was relieved to see impacts on two of the monster’s other heads.
“Adam! Michiru! Formation Alpha!”
All three screamed “Combine! Guardian Susanoo!” as three machines became one unbelievable warrior.
Orochi ignored the steel samurai and spat a fireball at the hospital. Susanoo dashed into the projectile’s path and drew the Sword of Storms. The flames danced around the heavenly blade until it glowed red. The blades on the robot’s left gauntlet extended and were connected by a plasma bowstring. The trio fired their sword as an arrow straight into the fusion reactor that was the dragon’s heart. The beast fell to Earth, into its own inferno.
I wrote this for Flash! Friday.
“That umbrella won’t protect you from a storm if you’re in the sea!”
“Maybe I don’t want to be protected.”
“He can’t be worth it!”
“Good guess, wrong pronoun.”
“If you mean you like girls, I’ll be your comfort. For half price.”
At that, the lady in red turned around. “Go home.”
“I don’t have a home.”
“Where do you sleep?”
“With whoever pays me to.”
“I mean the rest of the time.”
“In the park.”
“Not tonight. Come to my place.” Amanda happily followed. “I’m Akane.”
“Maybe it’s time to grow up.”
“I’m not inexperienced.”
“Not you. Me.”
“Usually anyone who looks like you isn’t a virgin unless she wants to be.”
“I never said I was…or that I was buying. That’s not the area where I’m being immature. My mother thinks I’ll outgrow liking girls…but I think what I need to outgrow is giving so much weight to what she says.”
Another Flash! Friday entry.
Isaac reluctantly got up from his typewriter to see what the noise was about. “Hello, Gentle Non-Reader.”
The monkey climbed up his body and tugged at his sideburns.
“You like those? You’ve got nice ones yourself.”
Isaac sat back down and resumed typing.
“The Gods Themselves.”
“Ook ook eek?!”
“No, it’s not about you. And they say I have ego.”
Someone knocked on the door. Isaac answered it, wondering how he was supposed to get any writing done with so many distractions. It was the man staying next door. “What’s all this noise about?”
“It’s this animal, Mr….”
“Nagai. Do you have a pet monkey?”
“It followed me in from the balcony. Can you help me get it back out? I’ve got deadlines to meet.”
“As do I. And I’m already behind because I was stuck in traffic. If only my car could…”
“Never mind.” Mr. Nagai looked at the monkey, then Isaac, and said “Nice sideburns.”
Here’s a little something I wrote for Flash! Friday.
The Greatest Treasure
Anna smiled at the chef. “They say that everyone who takes this train finds a great treasure. Are they talking about your soup?”
“I’m flattered, though I know you’re hoping I say no.”
“Your soup is your soup; it is unchanged either way. To find a series of increasingly greater treasures and continue to be told that they are still not the treasure would be a treasure in itself. Don’t you agree?”
“So you don’t want to find the greatest treasure of all?”
“I already have. I wish I hadn’t.”
“I don’t understand.”
No one ever did. How could they, if they hadn’t met the most perfect person in the world for themselves? And then been rejected. “They say ignorance is bliss. That’s not quite true. What I say is this: you have to be ignorant of bliss to settle for mere happiness.” But Anna still looked for the one who could improve on perfection.
Another story written for a challenge at The Daily Post. Link at the end.
When I heard that a dragon had been seen with a young damsel, of course I set off to slay the beast and rescue her. The journey to the dragon’s lair was quite uneventful, but the shock of its location more than made up for it. Dragons are not normally known for inhabiting human-made structures other than wizards’ towers, but this one lived in a farmhouse. I can only imagine that it had gobbled up the farmer.
The beast was so frightening that it didn’t even need to keep the damsel tied up. But of course I, a brave knight, am never frightened. I raised my lance, and that was when the maiden noticed me. She fell instantly in love, but underestimated my strength. “Don’t go near Mr. Snuggles!” She was so certain that the dragon would crush me to death, and indeed it wrapped its arms around me in such an attempt, but I was stronger than it. I lowered my lance straight through it’s skull. I never would have thought I could slay a dragon in one blow.
Continue reading Rescue
Mark turned sideways to collect some sun on his sail while he searched for his prey. It felt good, energizing him to spring into action. But first he had to know where to go.
A Quetzalcoatlus passed by on Mark’s right. Those huge wings were meant for soaring in the air, not much use around here. But there was still something graceful about it.
Continue reading The Veteran
I wrote this short story for this week’s Flash! Friday!.
Aoi ignored the footsteps behind her.
Midori tapped her on the shoulder. “Hey sis, what’s the gas mask for?”
“I’m going to where Dad died.”
Continue reading Sisters
Here’s a little story I wrote in one day.
Meeting the Parents
Opening the door to meet Beth’s family was the hardest thing Lucy had ever done. Beth had only been trying to prepare Lucy, but maybe she’d warned her a little too much. But Lucy had always been taught to face her fears, so she held back her nervousness and knocked.
A man that Lucy assumed was Beth’s father opened the door. He scanned her up and down more than once before saying anything. “Are you Lucy?”
“Come in. We’ve been expecting you.”
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