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Fiction: Some Last Thoughts (120 words)

She had always called him King.

Of course, she wasn’t the first to make the King Arthur joke.  He’d get it every so often from someone who thought they were so original with the round table joke.

But it was never something he thought about much with her.  She just called him King as easily as if it was his given name.  It was so natural and easy with her. There was so much that he just instinctively understood about her.  He thought, for sure, that this would be the relationship to last him for the rest of his life.

But, to be perfectly honest, he hadn’t though it would be because this relationship would actually lead to his death.

 
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Posted by on January 28, 2016 in Stories

 

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Fiction: The Memorial (216 words)

The funeral was rough.  No one had wanted to see Arthur go.  No one had wanted to see him not come back.  Everyone knew he was a good guy, and deserved the best in the world.  He didn’t deserve to die.

The strangest part was Maggie.  I knew the girl wasn’t normal.  We all knew that she would handle grief in a unique way.  But she loved the man. So, we knew there would be some sort of grief. We prepared for as many eventualities as we could come up with.

We didn’t expect a complete non-reaction.

The memorial was taking place in her living room so she wouldn’t have to leave the house, and it’s like we weren’t even there.  Maggie came in and out of the room, looking for books or refilling her whiskey, but otherwise didn’t really interact with anyone or anything—just going about a normal day, like her boyfriend was often killed in battle and her friends were often celebrating his life while sitting on her couches.

Geneva says I should just leave it be.  And I guess I will, because Geneva definitely knows more about this and about Maggie then I ever will.  But—it’s just so odd to me.  I guess I should just resign myself to never understanding.

 
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Posted by on January 27, 2016 in Stories

 

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Fiction: Geneva’s Lies (240 words)

I didn’t tell Jason wat we had decided.  I didn’t tell him that even though we had trained Arthur to have his very best chance, we all knew he wouldn’t make it out of this alive.  It wasn’t a slim chance that he was coming back—this was no chance that he was coming back.  And we all knew that completely when we decided to ask Arthur to do it.

Jason wouldn’t be able to handle that.  He couldn’t send a man to his definite death.  Even though it was t only way to save the rest of the world, Jason wouldn’t be able to just sit with it.  He would insist we find another way, as if we hadn’t spent the last several months trying to come up with literally any solution at all.  Jason would insist we find another way, even if it meant we all sat here and died while we looked for it.

So, no, I didn’t tell Jason what we had decided.  It’s the biggest secret I’ve ever kept from my husband.  And no—I don’t feel good about it.  But I don’t feel good about the fact that I sent Arthur to his death either. However, I am not as soft hearted as my husband.  I can do what needs to be done, regardless of how I feel. So I will continue to lie. With relative ease.

And I am not changing my mind.

 
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Posted by on January 26, 2016 in Stories, Uncategorized

 

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Fiction: Finally Home (175 words)

They were exhausted.  It’d be a long day of travel, and it wasn’t like it was an easy road they were following.  Harlowe had fallen four times earlier in the day, and she was the one with rough road experience.  Conlyn was pretty sure that he was more bruise than anything else at this point.

None of them actually made it up the stairs to their bedrooms.  Harlowe collapsed into an armchair, curling up into a ball, hiding her head under both of her arms.  Hana fell onto the couch, and might have been asleep before she was even properly horizontal. Conlyn looked between the occupied chair, the occupied couch, and the staircase.  He didn’t even have the proper energy to make a decision, or process the situation well enough to understand there was a decision to be made.

After a moment, he just crumbled into a ball where he stood, curled up on himself and slept in the middle of the living room.  He could worry about everything else, anything else, in the morning.

 
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Posted by on January 25, 2016 in Stories

 

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Legal Theft Project: Childhood (174 words)

Ryan and I had a pretty good childhood, all things considered. I mean, don’t get me wrong—our family was strange and we were always poor—but we didn’t really know any better. We never felt like we were lacking for anything. Besides, we were always trusted by our parents—so who needed fancy toys when we were allowed to be out after the street lights came on and we were always allowed to be in possession of our own allowances. Freddy used to tell us he hated us as the streetlights started to flick on and he had to sprint home—but he was just jealous. He came back to play with every day, so how much could he have really hated us?So, I guess to answer your original question, no I don’t think our parents did us a disservice. We’re different, yeah. But isn’t difference the spice of life? Just because you disagree with how our parents did things, that doesn’t make them bad people. And I don’t appreciate you making them out to be.

 
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Posted by on January 22, 2016 in Legal Theft Project

 

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Fiction: The End (195 words)

They were at an impasse.  They’d each said their parts a thousand different times–and with alarming regularity they both said “Look, I get where you are coming from, but…”

The truth was, neither of them really understood the other anymore.  They had at the beginning.  They meshed well, and it wasn’t a lie that they loved each other.  But, love wasn’t always enough.  In fact, sometimes, all love did was cause more harm.  It made them want to stick together. It made them want to fight for an answer when there wasn’t one to find  They wanted to stick together, to continue to love each other, when all they were doing at this point driving the wedge deeper and deeper between them.

They would keep saying they understand.  They would keep reassuring themselves that they were on the right side, that all the choices they were making was only in the couple’s best interest.  They would tell themselves that they just had to make it past this hurdle, and then everything could go back to normal.  Then everything could be like it was before.

They were over, just neither of them knew it yet.

 
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Posted by on January 20, 2016 in Stories

 

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Fiction: Getting Ready (314 words)

“Alfie, don’t,” She laughed, playfully swatting at him, and smiling at their reflections in the mirror over the dresser.  “If you start that then I’ll stop getting ready—and if I stop getting ready then we will never get to your sister’s rehearsal dinner.”

“Well, if I remember correctly, my sister didn’t come to our rehearsal dinner because she was feeling up one of the waiters in a closet somewhere,” Alfie grinned, dipping his head to the crease between her neck and shoulder, kissing her gently.  “I say she’s lucky if we show up at all.”

“Alfred Hanes, you are the older brother, and thirty one years old.  You cannot use your then twenty one year old sister’s actions as a life plan.”

“Aw, but I wanted to.”  Alife groaned, setting his chin down on his wife’s bare shoulder.

“You just don’t want to talk to your Uncle Andrew.”  Their eyes met in the mirror, and Alfie knew better than to try to deny it.

“Can’t it be that I don’t want to talk to Uncle Andrew and I really want to have sex with my lovely wife?”

She rolled her eyes at that.  “Of course it is. But we still need to go to your sister’s rehearsal.”  She patted him lovingly on the head. “Go get your tie.  If you behave—I’ll get sick an hour early, and you can rush me home like the loving husband you are.”

Alfie smiled in the mirror and perked up a little.  “You’ve got yourself a deal.”

 
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Posted by on January 19, 2016 in Stories

 

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Fiction: New Adventures (282 words)

Jayden tried to stay quiet and let Katie pace slowly around the room. There was a lot going on and a lot for her to process and it made sense that she didn’t have an answer for him yet—but damn if it wasn’t nerve wracking waiting.“I know you don’t have a decision yet—but do you have a way that you’re leaning?” Jayden muttered, unable to contain himself anymore. It earned him a very dark glare from Katie, so he sunk back in his seat a little bit further. “Never mind—just kidding of course. Take all the time in the world.”

She paced for another fifteen minutes before turning to sit on the couch next to Jayden. “It’s a lot.”

“I know.”

“There are a lot of variable to consider.”

“Yes, yes there are.”

“And one small change could throw the whole thing into complete and utter panic and disarray.”

“That is also true.” Jayden could feel his heart sinking. It had to be a no, right? She was rationalizing out her no answer so that he wouldn’t feel too heartbroken when it finally came down.

Jayden was so braced for the rejection—he completely missed the acceptance. Well, he’d heard it somewhere in the back of his mind—and he could see the goofy smile on his girlfriend’s face, but it took him a moment to piece it all together. “Say that again.” He invited.

“I said, let’s do it,” Katie smiled even wider, “Let’s take all the precautions and try very hard to make sure that nothing gets completely fucked up in the mean time—but Let’s do it.”

He leaned over and kissed her hard. “Okay,” he laughed, “Let’s do this.”

 
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Posted by on January 18, 2016 in Stories

 

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Legal Theft Project: Breaking Point (251 words)

There simply were no words.  There was no way to explain the horror of the last month.  There was nothing that could be done.  There was no way that anything could have been prevented.  They couldn’t have made it better. There was nothing they could have done. There was simply no words.

Wil sat with his head between his knees, trying not to think about the blood that was on the soles of his shoes. Adelaide had one hand over both her eyes, and the other applying pressure to her side to help keep the pain at bay. Charlie was standing in a corner, staring at a wall blankly.  None of them wanted to move.  None of them wanted to think.  None of them wanted to anything at all.  If they moved, if they thought, if they breathed too heavily, then something bad was bound to happen again. And they just couldn’t take anymore of that.

Charlie was the first to think again.  “We need to do the work ups.” Charlie seemed to be telling the walls.  Wil lifted his head just slightly. Adelaide peeked slightly though her fingers.  Other than that, no one made any indication that they heard Charlie.  No one moved to do the work ups at all.  No one could.  It was just–too much.  This month they couldn’t handle. These last work ups, it was just too much.  And if they didn’t snap out of it soon–well, there would be some even worst things in their future.

 
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Posted by on January 15, 2016 in Legal Theft Project

 

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Fiction: ‘Hey Siri, where is…’ (171 words)

Robin made a habit of getting lost in every city that she visited.  Well, perhaps habit was too strong a word.  It implied that she did it on purpose–with an intent.  Sometimes she would play it off like she did it on purpose–with a sense of bravado, she would call it character building or pretend that she was wandering on purpose or some other excuse like that.

But she never did it on purpose.  She just turned left when she was supposed to turn right and was so sure she was on the right path until she found herself in a place so turned around she wasn’t sure they were ever speaking the same language anymore. In the days before she had a smart phone, Robin would sometime be gone for hours and hours at a time. Now, Siri was always kind enough to guide Robin to her destination–always leaving her wondering why she didn’t just use her phone to get around in the first place.

Some lessons are never learned.

 
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Posted by on January 14, 2016 in Stories