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Fiction: Life and Death (576 words)

His name was Martin, and although he wasn’t one hundred percent aware of it, he’d saved her life.

Elena was a strong, smart, and beautiful woman.  But at twenty-five years old, that didn’t mean much to her at all. She had been a member of a family of four, her, mom, dad, and baby brother David. (By baby she meant three years younger, but that was hardly the point in her opinion).

One idiot on the road while they were on a family trip. Left her the member of a family of one, her mother and brother dying the in crash, and her father dying several days later in the ICU, never waking from the coma the crash had caused.

Elena herself temporarily lost her ability to walk and permanently lost a lot of the range of motion in her left arm.  But she was determined, and through an awful lot of hard work, she managed to walk again.

And her first unassisted walk following the accident was walking down the aisle to marry Andrew Davison, the absolute love of her life. It was a bitter sweet day, because her family was still gone, but Andrew would be her new life, her new family, and together they could start everything all over again.  She was sure that things could only get better from there.

She was married four months and sixteen days when the diagnosis came in.  Andrew was sick. Cancer. If he was going to live (chances were slim) then it would be a long and painful slog to a semblance of health.  They tried, but in the end, it wasn’t enough.  Thirteen months and twenty-four days after their wedding, Andrew died.

So, at twenty-five years old, Elena was the only surviving member of her family, partially handicapped, and a widow to boot. She was heartbroken, Devastated, understandably depressed.

She was considering all sorts of terrible things.  Things too terrible to even mention.  But then she got sick at work. Light headed and vomiting, her coworkers demanded she leave, and because her work involved interaction with children, employee guidelines mandated she go have a check up to assure that she didn’t have anything contagious before returning to work. She went to the appointment because she was going through the motions, and partly because she was hoping that she had something terrible and life threatening so that she wouldn’t have to take the coward’s way out.

That’s when she found out about Martin.

She was four months pregnant, her son conceived two months before Andrew died, the last time he’d felt good before his disease took a turn for the worse.  Pure luck and fate, because it was the only time they slept together in months on either direction.

He was a miracle, and he was healthy, which was a miracle within a miracle. And just when she was sure that she would never be happy again, she suddenly had absolutely everything to live for.

He looked so much like his father, but with a hint of her own father in some of the features.  She watched him grow up and become someone as good as both of those men.

She never told him exactly his role in saving her life, because that was no burden for a child to bear. But she knew that for a while he was her only reason for living, and it was worth every second of life just for him.

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Posted by on February 8, 2017 in Stories


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Fiction: Unusual Child (524 words)

Appo watched with thinly veiled amusement as his twin sister pottered around the kitchen, leading the way with her thirty-five-week pregnant belly at every turn.  Every now and then he’d let a giggle slip past his lips, and Thenie would turn to give him a dirty look.  But she had insisted that she could do it without help, and he would absolutely never hear the end of it if he disrespected her wishes.

When they were little, they used to joke about their children, running around each other like hooligans, the best of friends just like Appo and Thenie had been the best of friends as they were growing up.  When they were children, it seemed like the obvious course of the future that they would both fall in love, get married, and have children at the same time.  After all, they did everything else at the same time, why not this too?

But as they got older, Appo realized that wouldn’t be the case.  Someday, Appo might find a woman he loved, and settle down, pop out a couple of kids, and continue the Carter line.  But, Thenie.  No.  Thenie was never destined for such a pedestrian life.  If she ever had a family, it would be in some extraordinary way that no one saw coming, and that no one could possibly be prepared for.  Because that was what Thenie did.  Everything for the first time, and in ways that no one thought was even possible.

And boy, Appo had never been more right in his life. Thenie had been twenty-three years old when she slept with the twenty-five-year-old father of her child.  Now, she was still twenty-three, but the man she’d slept with was just passed fifty years old, running off to the store to purchase ingredients for pregnancy cravings from a sexual interaction that to him was more than two and half decades ago, but was for Thenie less than a year ago.

Thenie was the first woman to conceive while on a trip back in time.  She was the first woman to time travel while pregnant.  She was an absolute anomaly, and the fact that they could have once thought it would be any other way was absolutely laughable to Appo now.   Of course, of course, this was the way it had to be.

“Whatcha thinking?”  Thenie asked.

Appo blinked and saw that Thenie was standing in front of him now, munching away on the snack she’d been working so hard to get perfect.  He’d been so lost in thought about what his sister had to be, that he’d forgotten that she was still there in front of him.

“You.” Appo answered honestly. “Your kid.  Iain Valde.  The insanity of this whole situation. And how even though no one could have possibly seen it coming, it does not surprise me at all that it came.”

Thenie rested a hand carefully on her stomach. “This kid is really going to be one of a kind, isn’t it?”

“Thenie, there is no way in the world any kid of yours wouldn’t be one of a kind,” Appo laughed, “Absolutely no doubt that.”

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Posted by on February 6, 2017 in Stories, Thenie And Appo


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BEST OF: Best Kind of Love (285 words)

Originally Posted: January 9, 2014

Jackson weaved in between my legs as I wandered into the kitchen. I took small deliberate steps to make sure that I wasn’t going to squish him or step on anyone’s toes, literally. “Hey Momma.” He started.

“Yes, Jackson.”

“Will you tell the story of how you and Daddy met again?”

“You know I don’t remember how Daddy and I met. We were children, babies even. Younger than you and Stevie are now.”

“What about the story that you always tell Stevie?”

“I tell Stevie the story about when Daddy and I fell in love. That was very different then when we met.”

“So, it wasn’t love at first sight then, Momma?”

“No, sweetheart, it wasn’t love at first sight.”

“But isn’t that the best kind of love? That’s what Jamie said at school.”

“Well, I guess that’s Jamie’s opinion isn’t it? But, no, I don’t think that’s the best kind of love.”

“Well, then what is the best kind of love, Momma?”

“I think that the best kind of love is any kind of love that you can feel. I think that the best kind of love for me is the love for your father, love for you, love for little Stevie. Those are the best kinds of love.”

“So, my best kind of love is for you and Daddy and Stevie.”

“Yep. Those are the best kinds of love.”

“And the love for Andrea.”

“Yes–Wait. Jackson. Who is Andrea?” Jackson began to giggle and sprinted out of the room. I forgot all about making dinner in favor of chasing my six-year-old out of the room. “Jackson Roderick, you get back here right now and tell me who is Andrea!”


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Legal Theft Project: June Day (236 words)

Outside the open apartment gate, a small pack of children threw rocks at passing cars.  Every adult that walked by considered making them stop, but not of them really had the energy for it.  After all, they weren’t their kids.  Besides, the children missed most of the time anyway, and there wasn’t much else to do for fun around anyway.  And as long as they were busy missing cars, they weren’t throwing them at the buildings behind them, a much harder target to miss.

This carried on until the sun started to set.  A woman yelled down from a fourth story window for her son to come up for dinner, and with him leaving the others sort of dissolved into groups of two and three, drifting apart without their lynch pin of a leader. Some kids wandered into the apartment complex, others made their way down the street to the duplexes on the other side of the elementary school, all locked up for the summer.

Tomorrow, they’d all be back, gathering around the broken gate that couldn’t lock and refused to even stay shut. Maybe tomorrow it’d be rocks again.  Maybe they’d wander the three miles down to the river bank.  Maybe they’d just find as much shade as they could and spend a whole day sitting.  After all, there were nine weeks left of summer break to fill.  And there was nothing else to do.


Posted by on February 5, 2016 in Legal Theft Project, Uncategorized


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Fiction: Problem Child (110 words)

She was small and blonde and adorable.  She was only five years old, and already showed a scary level of intelligence and logic.  She was going to be a real problem when she got older, and really put her mind to being a troublemaker.  It was going to end badly for all involved.

But right now, she just smiled prettily and batted her eyelashes and asked if we could watch one more episode of Phineas and Ferb before we went to bed, and it was really hard for anyone to say no to such a sweet girl with such a simple request.

Yep, she was definitely going to be a problem.

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Posted by on May 22, 2015 in Stories


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Fiction: Surrogate (777 words)

Maggie eyed this new woman suspiciously.  It was in her nature to mistrust.  But she was fighting it, for King’s sake.

“My Psychic is named Carlos,” She smiled, “and our son is Oscar.  He is an angel of a boy now, but I’m pretty sure he’s going to be a holy terror once he starts flexing those muscles.”

“Why are you doing this?” Maggie asked, cutting off the thrilling tales from the little Psychic family.

“I thought you would want to know a little about me?”  You know, if you are considering letting me carry Arthur’s kid,” Abby smiled.

“No, that’s not what I meant.  I want to know why in the world you would want to carry the child of a man who is not your husband and another psychic’s child nonetheless, for no money or other worldly benefits, in fact, most likely at your own expense.”

Abby shrugged. “I’m not going to lie to you—having a psychic’s kid is tough.  If we all agree to this, I am going to learn a lot about Arthur that he might not want me to know, and by extension I may learn a bit about you that you might not want me to know.  And I know you are a very private person and I understand that you are weary about this, but,” Abby spun her mug on the table and smiled again.  “When Arthur talks about you, Oscar gets this smile.  Carlos is better, as you know I’m sure, at not giving away what he knows or what he learns, but Oscar hasn’t quite gotten to that point yet.  So, whatever Arthur feels so strongly when he talks about you, Oscar can’t help but light up and smile, and…I don’t know.  I guess it’s hard to explain.”

Maggie looked down at the table and scratched at the back of her neck nervously. She still wasn’t used to the fact that someone felt a “light up and smile” way about her, and she really wasn’t sure how she felt about the fact that someone else could see that, even if it was just a four-year old psychic boy.  “You know you’d have to raise him—Arthur’s boy, I mean.” Maggie pointed out, not entirely sure why she was still trying to talk Abby out of it.

“I know. Arthur said that for whatever reason you don’t want to raise a family, and I figure that’s none of my business.  But this way, Arthur doesn’t lose his mind and cheat on you, his son gets to be raised in a loving family, with a half-brother to help take care of him, and no poor unsuspecting woman is dragged into a terrifying world of magic and monsters by unknowingly carrying the child of a psychic.   Also, if Arthur wants to be involved in his son’s life, then I’m sure we can figure out a way to make that work too.” Abby took a long sip of her tea to let it sink in, and to let Maggie come up with more objections if she had them. “I wouldn’t dare insult your intelligence, Maggie.  I know you are smarter than two of me combined.  I know that you know this is a good plan.  I also know that Arthur wouldn’t have dared to bring me to your home without your explicit permission to have me know where you live.  From what Carlos has told me and what Arthur says, you do a lot of good for a lot of people who help protect innocents. I know that at least once you had a big hand in helping to save Carlos’s life, and I’m willing to bet you had at least some help in a series of other times that he’s survived. Carlos and I just want to make your life easier, Maggie, and we want you and Arthur to have your happily ever after if we can wing it.  Since this is something Arthur has to do, we want to make the whole experience as convenient as possible. You do enough for others, let us do something for you.  Does that answer your previous question sufficiently?”

She was authoritative, but not challenging Maggie.  She was willing to play pleasantries, but knew where she stood and was going to make sure Maggie knew it too.  She was happily married and didn’t want to conceive with Arthur the “Natural” way.  In spite of herself, Maggie liked this girl.  A lot.

Maggie stood up, and Abby followed suit.  Maggie offered her hand in a shake. “We’ll be in touch, Abigail.”

Abby smiled as they shook.  “I’m sure we will, Margaret.  I’m very sure we will.”

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Posted by on May 3, 2015 in Maggie's Stories


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Fiction: Our Special Girl (91 words)

“Special.”  That’s the word they used to describe me.  I was a “special” girl.  The school called me “Gifted” but my parents always referred to me as “special.” They said I should be honored.

There is nothing fun about being “special.”  All I want to do is fit in. Isn’t that really all anyone wants to do?  No matter how “Special” people claim that you are, you’d trade any of it—all of it—just to be like everyone else.  And I’m sure I cannot be the only special person to think that way.

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Posted by on January 2, 2015 in Stories


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