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Fiction: Love and Hate (188 words)

“I hate you,” Jessa protested weakly.

“I know, sweetie, I know,” Ser responded automatically, flexing his hand while he had the chance.  She’d want to grip it again when the pain came back.

The nurse helped mop sweat off Jessa’s face and gave a little laugh. “Well—aren’t you two just the cutest couple I’ve ever seen.”  She cooed.

“She hates me, and that makes us adorable?” Ser asked the question that Jessa was thinking.  That’s what made them perfect for each other—even if she did hate him. Violently. With the pain of many suns.

“Oh, you two love each other—a one eyed deaf man could figure it out.”  The nurse smiled, reaching down to take Jessa’s pulse at her wrist, “When you get through this, you’ll be excellent parents.”

Jessa looked at Ser with a smile. “You think?” She asked, her voice still horse from the earlier shouting.

“Oh, most definitely,” Ser couldn’t help but smile back.

“I still hate you,” Jessa added, sitting up a little straighter as she could feel the pain coming again.

“Of course you do, sweetie.” Ser offered her his hand to squeeze again.

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Posted by on June 30, 2014 in Isa's Stories

 

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Fiction: Mind Melds (404 words)

Andy crossed his arms over his chest. “Oh—you’re going to make me do something stupid, aren’t you?” He whined as he glared at his twin sister and his best friend.

“Well, it is you so—“

“Isn’t everything you do kind of stupid?” Mara started the insult, and Colin finished it.  Then, without looking up from the plans they were working on, they reached out and high-fived each other.

Andy made a frustrated noise at the back of his throat and threw his hands in the air. “Mara! I’m your twin! Me! We are the ones who are supposed to be annoyingly on the same wavelength.  And Colin, stop stealing my sister!”

“Sorry,” Mara and Colin apologized in unison, and high-fived again, both of them grinning to themselves while Andy let out another frustrated sigh.  But Andy saw their smiles, he saw their joy at getting to mess with him, and he knew that meant there was only one thing to do.  They both had to be taken down a peg.

“Okay—okay, I’m just going to let it slide because I’m just going to assume that you two will finally cave to your impulses and get married. After all, we all know that true love married brain beats out twin slash sibling brain.  But, I swear Colin Donnal, if you don’t make an honest woman of my sister, I will find you and I will hurt you.” Andy turned on his heel and left the room, using every inch of his willpower to not cackle manically as he went.  He stopped just clear of the door and pressed himself to the wall, where Colin and Mara couldn’t see him, but he could hear them.

There was a distinct lack of paper shuffling.  Andy was imagining they were both just starting at whatever was in their hands, just as frozen as when he’d started talking, at a loss.

Finally, he heard Mara give a little cough. “That brother of mine. He’s something, huh?”

“Yeah—“Colin’s response was soft, “He’s something alright.”  Andy began to feel a little guilty about making them uncomfortable, but—

“You think if we work quickly, we could set up a prank in his room before we have to head out for this mission?”

“Oh yeah. If we go with plan 4.3 we have plenty of time.”

I hate them both, Andy thought as he went to check the security measures on his room.

 
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Posted by on June 28, 2014 in Stories

 

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Fiction: Matchmaking (425 words)

“I think you guys might very well be idiots.” Even though Jack’s eyes were still focused on the fire, he could see River and David turn to face him.  River’s face would be indignant bristling at the insult.  David would be calmly curious, wondering what led Jack to say that.  “We’re fighting a war here,” Jack continued, “Tomorrow we ride into battle, not a metaphorical battle or a hyperbole, but a literal battle.  We could all die.  The chances of all three of us coming back alive and uninjured are very slim.  If you two go to bed tonight without talking, without laying everything on the line—then you two might very well be idiots.”

“Jack. What?” River managed. She was flustered and possibly murderous, but he just couldn’t take it anymore.

“River won’t make the first move because she still fears that David is holding her refusal of the Order against her even though he knows she was right.  David won’t make the first move because he’s always thought that River was out his league, and he doesn’t want to hear that she never thought of him that way.”  Jack finally turned away from the fire to look at his two gaping friends.  “But—I swear—if you guys could see the way you look at each other when the other can’t see  If you could hear the way you talk about each other when you’re out of earshot.  We could die tomorrow guys.  Lay it on the line. Do what you can, spend your night together. Enjoy tonight. Don’t go into tomorrow with things unsaid.”

Jack had done all he could.  The ball was well and properly in their court now.  He pushed himself up to his feet and started to head back to his tent, hoping they would heed his advice, hoping at the very least they could bond over their anger that he’d just spilled their secrets.   He’d made it a couple of feet before he heard River ask, “Did a former priest just advise us to have premarital sex?” And Jack stopped softly.

David’s laugh was a laugh of relief.  “Oh, I love you.”

It was all Jack could do to not turn around and watch them.  “You do?” River’s voice was quiet, almost bordering on timid. Apparently, they’d found the one topic that seemed to scare River.

“Yeah,” David replied easily, “Yeah, I do.  I thought you knew.”

“Oh—“ She paused, Jack held his breath, “Oh, David. I love you too.”

Jack smiled, stepping forward again.  They’d be fine tomorrow, just fine.

 

 
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Posted by on June 25, 2014 in River's Story

 

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Fiction: The Family Way Part 22 (415 words)

“Bartholomew?”

“Hah. No.”

“Sebastian?”

“No.”

“Rufus?”

“As in the naked mole rat?  Come on.”

“Roscoe?”

“Are you even trying anymore, Avery? Or are you just trying to piss me off?”

Marta and I were laying on the floor in the living room, the tops of our heads touching, next to our bargain couch.   Marta had decided that it was more comfortable to be laying on the hard floor than it was to be in sinking couch. Then I felt weird sitting on the couch while she sat on the floor. Over time, we just ended up laying like this.

I’d been bouncing baby names off her all week, trying to figure out what we were going to call the little guy, and everyone had been met with a scoff of derision—so, yeah, maybe I was trying to piss her off a little bit.  What’s a girl to do?

“I don’t know—Mar? What were you thinking?”

“Uh—something Regal, I guess.  Something that sounds strong.”

“What? Like Henry or George?”

“No.”

“James?”

“Uh. Maybe, but no.”

“William?”

“Ugh. No.”

“Marta, throw me a bone here.  I’m running out of kings I can name off the top of my head.” I pulled myself up so I was sitting crisscross applesauce, looking down at her.  “You don’t have any ideas for names other than shooting down my names?”

“Not really. I just…”  Marta gave an awkward shrug as best she could as she laid there.  “We’ve got time, right?  We’ve still got a couple of months before we have to—“  Marta made a face, and looked up at me with a frown.  “Avery, is it stupid for me to want one of his names to be Dad’s?”

I smiled at her, brushing a piece of hair off her face. “No, of course not, Mar. He’s our dad. He was a good dad, even if we didn’t agree with everything.” I laughed a little in spite of myself, “I don’t think we could have tolerated eighteen years of Mom without Dad, right?” Marta chuckled too and gave me a nod.  “And hey—it’s my middle name too, right? So—if some time in the future Dad really pisses us off, we can pretend that he wasn’t part of this equation.  We just named him after me.”

“That’s true.  It is your middle name too.  Let’s make it his.  Something Martin Andersson.”

“Aw, Little Baby Something. I like it. We can agree on that one.”

Marta fixed me with a cold stare.  “No.”

 
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Posted by on June 24, 2014 in Avery and Marta

 

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Birthdays (100 words)

My birthday falls weird this year.  Half way across the world, the actual moment of my birth falls on a different day.  When my friends take me out to dinner, my family won’t even think of it as my birthday yet.  When my mother relieves that afternoon visit to the hospital, I’ll already be tucked into bed, my day over, ready to face the next three hundred and sixty-four days until I’m another year older.  Does that make me older or younger than I think I am?

 

Time is never more relative then on a birthday fourteen timezones from home.

 
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Posted by on June 23, 2014 in BekahBeth's Thoughts

 

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Fiction: Just an Accident (181 words)

To say Bess felt guilty would be the understatement of the century.  Dean told her it wasn’t her fault. Shauna told her it wasn’t her fault. Her parents, her therapist, everyone in the world was telling her the accident wasn’t her fault.

And in her head, Bess knew it wasn’t.  The accident was caused by a driver on hallucinogens who went off the road and crashed into the building. Her head told her that she couldn’t have known what the stranger was going to do. She couldn’t spend her whole life fearing coffee shops on the off-chance that a car would come barreling through the window. It was unrealistic.

And yet, Bess still felt guilty.  Something in her heart reminded her that if she hadn’t asked Tay to meet her there, he wouldn’t be dead. If she’d picked a different time, different day, different café, Tay would be alive, home right now with his wife, planning the next stages of their lives. It was a heartbreaking fact of life. How was she going to find a way to live with that?

 
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Posted by on June 22, 2014 in Stories

 

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Fiction: Testing Process (387 words)

Ava couldn’t believe it. This girl was all strawberry blonde curls, a bright sundress and a rather impressive pair of wedges strapped to her feet to make her seem only a little shorter than her brother.  By all appearances sake, she should have just been a preppy beach teenager.  But—Ava had seen it with her own eyes. The way she’d taken out those two guys was nothing short of impressive. And she didn’t even seem to be out of breath from the whole thing.  She’d even skipped down the hall as they headed to the kitchen.

“Ava, meet my twin sister, Mara.” Andy indicated to the girl.  Ava looked back and forth between the two of them. He’d said twin sister, but she looked fourteen, maybe fifteen.  Andy had said he was eighteen.  How did that work?

“Did you underestimate me? C’mon—be honest.”  Mara smiled a little wider.  Ava still couldn’t say anything.  “I want to be underestimated.  It’s kind of the point.” Mara encouraged-but Ava was still silent.

“Where’s Col?” Andy asked, his head in the fridge, “thought he was going to meet us here.”

“On his way, last I heard from him.  I think he’s late on purpose though, wanted me to meet her first.  He still thinks that people overlook me when he’s around, and I tell him that helps with the underestimating thing, but I think he feels guilty nonetheless.”  Mara knocked on the table twice, and Andy literally threw a can of soda across the room.  Mara caught it without looking.  “So—Ava. Are you still half catatonic or are you back in the world of the living?”

“I-uh. Wow. You’re good.”  Ava managed to spit out.  Usually, she prided herself on being a little more eloquent than that, but oh well.

“Well—thanks.  I’ve worked pretty hard to be good.” She popped the top on her soda—and Ava suddenly realized that the test was still going on.  They weren’t being chased anymore—and Andy might have given her the thumbs up, but this was Mara’s test.  Ava had a feeling that Andy’s thumbs up would mean very little if she couldn’t get Mara’s seal of approval.  She sat up a little straighter and saw Mara smirk.  “Okay,” Mara smiled at the recognition of the test.  Ava was in for a very long night.

 
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Posted by on June 19, 2014 in Stories