Category Archives: Isa’s Stories

Fiction: I Love You, Too (266 words)

Have you ever just known something?  I mean, you don’t remember learning it or deciding, it, it’s just something you’ve always known without ever questioning.

That’s how I felt about the fact that Isa was important.  And that’s why I’m sure I love her.

Now, don’t get me wrong.  So many people have taken that statement wrong since it came from me.  I don’t mean that Isa is meant to be with me—or staking a claim on her as important to me and only me or any of that other bullshit that people try to say came out of my mouth.

All I mean is that Isa is important.  I knew, even when we were small, that she was going to amazing things for the Sinjei, and the Vankoh as a whole.  I knew that when she was old enough to have a firm footing, she would do things for our people that we couldn’t have even hoped for.  And as we got older, I just became more sure that even I had managed to underestimate her.

And that’s why I loved her so completely from the beginning.  It’s why I could never just “get over her” like people often suggested to me.  I didn’t really ever expect her to love me back—not someone as amazing as her to love someone as silly as me.  I was more than thrilled when she decided to be my friend.  I was more than willing to just be happy with that.

So, no. I didn’t really believe her the first time she said “I love you, too.”

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Posted by on March 15, 2016 in Isa's Stories


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Fiction: Engagements (419 words)

Jessa was bouncing up and down in her seat, waiting for Isa to come back in through the door. She knew that Ayden had other things to attend to later that night, so it wasn’t like Isa could stay out too terribly long—Jessa wouldn’t be waiting here all night.  Besides, Jessa knew she would never be able to sleep anyway, not until after she knew what actually happened.

When Isa did come in, Jessa almost bowled her over in her excitement to see her sister-in-law. “What did he say?  I mean, he had to say yes, right?  He’s Ayden and you’re you—so he had to say yes.  Please tell me he said yes.”

Isa blinked at Jessa in shock. “What the hell are you on about, Jes?”

“You asked Ayden to marry you, right?” Jessa asked, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

“How in the world did you know that,” Isa whispered, stepping in closer to Jessa and looking around to see if her brother was in the room, “I didn’t even know I was going to ask him today.”  Jessa gave Isa a skeptical look, so Isa took a deep breath and added, “Okay, I wasn’t sure that I was going to ask when I left the house.  How in the world did you know what I was going to do?”

“Well, you’re not exactly a hard read, Isa,” Jessa pointed out.

“Does Ser already know?”  Isa whispered quickly, “He’s going to be so mad if he thinks I told you and not him?”

Jessa shrugged, “No. Ser’s got his own stuff going on.  I don’t think he would notice if he walked in on your actual wedding.  And, in your defense, you did play this one close to the vest for you. I’m just that good.”

Isa shook her head, “God, Jessa.  Will you tell me what I’m doing tomorrow? Because clearly you are psychic.”

Jessa just laughed and Isa finally stepped away from their almost conspiratorial huddle and continuing her previously interrupted path back to her room.  She’d almost made it before Jessa called her name.  “Come on. You never answered me.  What did Ayden say?”

Isa smiled so bright before she regained control of herself and kept her usual small smirk. “C’mon, Jessa. He’s Ayden. I’m me.  Of course he said yes.”

“That’s very good,” Jessa understated, trying not to bounce on her toes again.

“Yes,” Isa answered, hints of that wide smile starting to peek through again, “Yes, it’s very good.”

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Posted by on October 22, 2015 in Isa's Stories


Fiction: Silent Treatment (210 words)

Isa and Ayden weren’t talking.  This wasn’t an unusual situation in of itself.  There were a lot of times that Ayden pushed his luck and Isa knew the best way to punish him was the silent treatment. The train listened for the silence to break and took bets to try to figure out what Ayden had done this time. The longest run was forty-two hours, and that was when Ayden accidentally implied that their marriage wasn’t really a marriage until she decided to have kids.

But this time was different.  This time, Isa sat patiently outside, waiting for Ayden to talk to her again. This time Isa swore she wouldn’t make the mistake again, and knew that all she could do now was wait for him to decide that she’d been punished enough.

Everyone gathered around that night.  Everyone wanted to gossip, the desire to place bets was at an all-time high. But, not for lack of trying, no one could figure out what Isa would have done to make Ayden that mad.  After all, they had all once seen Isa insult Ayden and every ancestor of his she could name and imply they were all the lowest of the low.  What in the world could she have done now?

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Posted by on June 21, 2015 in Isa's Stories


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: Gift (306 words)

“Isa, what in the world are you doing?”  SJ sat quietly with his blindfold on, listening to his sister rummaging around the room.  If it weren’t for the fact that his lovely wife was still sitting next to him also blindfolded, her leg pressed gently against his, he’d be a little more concerned.   But reassured by the knowledge that Isa actually liked Jessa, he wasn’t that concerned.

“You’ll see, you’ll see.  Just be patient,” Isa muttered back in a hurried tone from somewhere to his left.   A few moments later, there was a loud crash and an “I’m all right! It’s okay!”

“That’s it, I’m taking my blindfold off!” SJ went to bring his hands to his face, but Jessa reached over and squeezed his knee, so he stopped.

“Not yet!” Isa cried.

“Don’t ruin the girl’s fun,” Jessa said softly.  SJ sighed, and relaxed back into his seat again.

“Okay.”  Isa finally said. “Blindfold off, now.”

Siri reached up and pulled off his blindfold.  Sitting in front of him was a beautifully carved cradle, painted dark blue.

“Oh, Isa! It’s beautiful,”  Jessa cried, sliding off the couch to her knees in front of it so she could examine the smaller details.

“I did most of the shape carving, but Ayden helped with the little ornate details that I simply did not have the patience for.  I painted it all myself, though.”  Isa smiled at her brother, and he had a sudden flashback to six-year-old Isa, missing a tooth or two, proudly announcing that she had passed all her primary classes.

SJ stood up quickly and pulled Isa into a tight hug.  For one of the first times in his life, he was rendered completely speechless.

“Aw, it’s okay. I love you too.”  Isa laughed anyway, her face half squished by the hug.

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Posted by on January 2, 2014 in Isa's Stories


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