Monthly Archives: September 2014

Fiction: Long Lost Relatives (482 Words)

“You think she’s my sister?”  Corey pointed roughly at Finley, who stood her ground admirably. “You think she and I are twins?  And not only that, but we were stolen away from some poor outsider who doesn’t have a clue where we are.”

Oliver was really glad that Mr. Grains was there, because Oliver himself wasn’t able to stay a word.  Corey really had that threatening look thing down. “Yes, that is exactly what we believe, Mr. Corey.”

Alexa stood up too, and Oliver began to wonder if all his friends were braver than he was.  He wouldn’t be at all surprised to find out it was true.  “Come on, Corey.  We’ve teased Finely about her resemblance to you since we  were like—thirteen.  The way that when you both get mad you get that little crinkle near your eyes and a sort of ‘Don’t mess with me’ stance.  I know you two have had your stand offs. You can’t tell me you didn’t notice the similarities—or at the very least that your friends didn’t.”

Corey’s tight lipped stare told them all Alexa was spot on. “Okay.  So, we are brother and sister—which doesn’t change a thing—“ He said glaring down at Finley, who nodded in agreement with an equally fierce look on her face.  “What makes you think we’re outsiders? I certainly don’t remember anything other than the station.  We’re just unwanted, parents never wanted to claim us.”

“You wouldn’t remember,” Mr. Grains added quickly, “You would have been brought here before your second birthday, so you could enter the group raising with all the other children at age two. It’s the only way they could bring in outsiders without too much attention. That’s too young to have any properly formed memories. Here.”  Mr. Grains handed Corey the paper, the official sealed and signed page that Finley had read only days before, the one that declared two children from the outsider world known as Terra had been taken in a raiding party.  Anna and Paul Baldwin were to be entered into Class hall #19 under the station names of Finley and Corey when the classes start. Come the fifteen choosing, they were to be ranked as unselected, and come the twenty choosing they were to be eased into the general population as unchosen general population.  Anna turned Finley was already graded with high IQ and intelligence potential and was to be directed for the science programs and to be an engineer for the station.  Paul turned Corey was to be trained for law enforcement.

Oliver watched Corey’s eyes go back to the top of the page three or four times before he looked back to Finley.  “Paul? I was supposed to be a Paul?”

“We aren’t unwanted, Corey,” Finley finally spoke, “We’re stolen.  Somewhere out there our parents are looking for us.  I say we go find them.”

Slowly, Corey—Paul—whatever his name was—nodded.

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Posted by on September 30, 2014 in Stories


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Fiction: Birthday Speech (370 words)

As you all know, I get painfully annoying on my birthday, but Mom always wants me to give a birthday speech, so here you go.  I’ve done a lot of great things this year, but this year it wasn’t what I did that made me so happy.  It was who was in my life. I hadn’t ever expected to get as lucky as I did with Adam.

Take a look at the world around us, huh?  Love is something that barely exists anymore.  Heaven knows I’ve had my fair share of duds and false starts.  I mean, Exhibit A, the whole Alex fiasco. I’m usually a much better judge of character than that.  But, I guess everyone is allowed at least one colossal fuck up, sorry Mom, colossal mess up in their lives.  And if my relationship with Alex was anything—it was most certainly a colossal mess up.

But–Adam. And it makes everything worthwhile. I would have gladly dealt with a dozen more Alex-s to end up with Adam, as lovely as he is.  If only I had known that he was there waiting for me, just around the corner—it would have made the rest of my world even brighter.

I hope to never have to live without Adam again. I hope this relationship is here for the long haul.  I’m beginning to think it is.  I’ve got this funny feeling that Adam is going to propose soon. Bless his best of intentions, but he’s terrible at keeping secrets.  But that’s okay, because I don’t want there to be any secrets between us.  And—I’ll act surprised, because I know you’ll want me to.

So, when he asks, of course I’m going to say yes.  I have never been happier to be with someone I love, and I’m not going to let him get away from me if I can help it.  After all, there is very little real love I this world, and I am so lucky to have gotten my little slice of it.  And I hope that Adam feels the same way about me.

But—perhaps I’ve had too much to drink, and I’ve revealed too much.  Happy birthday to me.  And here’s to another happy year with him.

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Posted by on September 29, 2014 in Stories


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Fiction: Waiting (83 words)

She sat very quietly as he made his plans.  She offered no advice, encouragement, or hesitation.  In the end, it had to be his call, his plan, which got them through the doors.  If she helped, even a little, it completely defeated the purpose, completely negated the trail.  It meant that everything would have to do it all over again.  And no one wanted that.  So she sat and waited for his decisions to be made.  There was nothing else that could be done.

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Posted by on September 28, 2014 in Stories


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Fiction: Helping Friends (210 words)

“How do we balance the line?” He asked quietly, “I mean, there has to be one, right?  A safe point where we can be tolerant and understanding of what she’s going through—but also push her to start getting better? That point has to exist somewhere, right?”

Chris gave Darren a sad smile.  “Well, if there is one—I haven’t found it yet.”

“No—You’re not saying we just have to leave her like this. That we just have to watch her suffer.” Darren insisted, wheeling around on the older man.

“I’ve never found a way to do more, and I’ve never seen someone successfully try.  If you want to try to find a balance, go ahead, I won’t stop you.  But if she tries to cut you out, I won’t stop her either.  Think very carefully about what you want to do here.”

Darren faltered for a moment watching Chris carefully, processing his words. But he shook his head and turned his back.  “No. I won’t accept the idea that the only thing I can do is watch her get worse.  There has to be a way.”

Chris watched Darren hurry from the room, and thought silently it was a shame.  He’d liked Darren.  It wouldn’t be fun to watch him go.

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Posted by on September 27, 2014 in Stories


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Fiction: Ixi Agency Part 35 (423 words)

Marcy paced quickly around the perimeter of gym three.  She was allowed to go the gym to stretch and do some gentle exercises, as long as she promised not to over exert herself.  And she had hoped to burn off some of her nervous energy, but thus far she had been entirely unsuccessful in that regard. She couldn’t even make herself sit still long enough to stretch. She just kept pacing.

She knew that at that very moment, Frankie, Hank, Natalie, Joey, everyone that she had come to consider a friend at the agency, were all off trying to rescue Willow, her friend much longer than that.  She knew that she wouldn’t have been able to help.  Even if she had reached some sort of reasonable training, even if she wasn’t recovering from a major blow to the head, even if she were a part of the agency, she knew there was no way in hell she would be allowed on that mission to rescue Willow.  It was simply not worth the risk of taking a top-tier user into the bad guy’s facility, no matter how well they had planned it.

So, she stayed at home. She paced the floors. She drove herself crazy little bit by little bit. She reminded herself that it was way too early to hear anything. She reminded herself that news at this point would most certainly have to be bad news.  She fretted about what was taking them so long.  She reminded herself that they were well-trained and they had done this before.   She wanted to rip out her hair with the frustration of not knowing what was going on.  She was positively certain that she was about to lose her mind, and she had no idea what to do with that, or where to go with that.

Finally, she just sank down on to one of the benches along the wall and started to cry from the stress of it all.  Really, who could blame her?

She lost track of time, sitting there with her face in her hands, alternating between crying and just sitting in silence.  But then finally someone came bursting into the room.  One of Hank’s trainees, who Marcy vaguely recognized, smiled at her.  “News from the front gate.  They’re coming in.  They’ve got her.  Agent Six is safe.”

Marcy jumped up and ran out of the room.  She headed straight to infirmary, where she was sure that Willow would be taken.  And she had no plans on leaving for a long time.

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Posted by on September 26, 2014 in Ixi Agency


Fiction: The Choice (320 Words)

“You knew, didn’t you?” At first it seemed like she was talking to the empty air, but then the curly-haired man seemed to materialize out of the shadows, his hands in his pockets, looking appropriately ashamed of himself.  “You always knew that it would come down to this; that this was the choice that had to be made and I was going to have to make it.”

“I hoped I was wrong,” he offered in his defense.  “I always hoped that it wouldn’t come to this.”  He stepped towards her and put a hand gently on her shoulder. “I’m your big brother. Of course I was hoping I would protect you from all this.”

“What do you think I should do, Zeke? I don’t want to hurt anyone, but that’s not really an option here.  No matter what—a lot of people are going to get hurt. What do I chose?”

“I can’t answer that, Lil. You’ve just got to take your best guess—pick your best option and hope those you do hurt can forgive you.”  He gave her shoulder a little squeeze, and she wished with all her heart she was four years old again and he was about to swing her up over his shoulders for a piggy back ride—but wishing doesn’t change the world.  “Just know whatever you decide, I will support you.”

‘Thanks, Zeke.”  She shrugged his hand off her shoulder.  “Go home, Zeke.  I have a lot to think about on my own.”

“Are you sure? Because I could—“   but she cut him off with a look.  “Right. Of course.  I’ll see you at home, Lil.” And he disappeared just as quickly as he’d come.

Lil let herself fall apart for a second, just a second, but then she rolled her shoulders back and stood up straight.  It was her choice. That was done, now she just had to decide what she was going to do.

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Posted by on September 25, 2014 in Stories


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Fiction: Changing the Future (357 Words)

It always felt like a shock. Not a little static shock, but like the time he accidentally touch an uncovered wire for a second—that wave of energy rolling up his arm.  It didn’t hurt, per se, but it didn’t feel good. Daniel always seemed to notice before Arthur’s brain could even fully recover from whatever happened.  He’d steady Arthur easily, and whisper “Who was it?” as if it was ever anyone else these days.

“Maggie,” Arthur would dutifully respond, and Daniel would abandon him.  Of course, Arthur never minded.  If he had the power to help her, he’d have abandoned Daniel in a heartbeat.  She was other of their top priority.

And it was all due to Daniel that those shocks were so small, not the crushing pain Arthur had felt before—knowing the worst had happened to someone he cared about.  Daniel could move fast enough just quick enough to stop it before it could get too bad—sometimes before it happened at all.

So slowly Arthur made his way back home, sometime taking hours to get to that house in the woods, sometimes days.  But no matter what, it was worth it.  To be greeted at the door by Maggie—to have her wrap her arms around him and say “Thanks, King.  I owe you another one.  You’re always saving my life.”  To which of course Daniel would always get mock huffy and complain that he does all the heavy lifting and Arthur gets all the praise, but in the end everyone’s okay and they order pizza that Daniel always has to go pick up because Maggie doesn’t want to give out her address to people she’s never met.

And it takes a while, but Arthur finally admits—he’d rather get shocked every day, he’d rather take all the weight of every crushing pain he’d ever experienced at once, than let one bad thing happen to Maggie. And he is so grateful for Daniel that he doesn’t even know how to start to say it—and then as if he’s the psychic, Daniel gives him a wink and a smile and says, “Don’t worry, you’ll figure out how to tell me.”

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Posted by on September 24, 2014 in Stories


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