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Fiction: Forgetting (276 words)

here was more to her than she knew, more to her than she could understand.  More to her than she could wrap her mind around.  She was something so spectacular wrapped up into a human body against all the laws of nature that were put into place to prevent exactly that.  Micayla Andersen existed because her mother and father broke a hundred different rules of the universe itself, and her very existence was ripping apart the very fabric of nature and of human kind.

As long as she didn’t know who or what she was, everything was fine.  But she started to ask questions about her long missing mother.  She began to research things that she had every right to research, but really shouldn’t be researching.  She slowly began to realize how she existed. She slowly began to understand exactly what she was. And as she did, the world start to dissolve around her. Almost literally.

So, she had to forget.  They could do it. Make her forget. Rather easily, actually.  It was technology that had existed for a long time, but they had put laws in place to prevent the world from abusing it.  But this wasn’t the world, and it wasn’t abuse of power.  This was a twenty-five year old woman, her father, and her two best friends.  They made the decision, and they put it all into action. Micayla Andersen couldn’t die, but she couldn’t continue to exist.

So, she forgot. In that way, she could not exist, and yet not die.  In that way, her family, her father, her friends, they could protect her. And in that way, she could protect the world.

 
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Posted by on November 28, 2014 in Kayla's Stories

 

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Fiction: Growing Up (Part 2 of 2) (736 Words)

“You should go,” Samuel said it out of the blue, completely unrelated to the task at hand, and yet, Kingsley knew exactly what it meant. Someone might call it a brother thing, but Kingsley just called it a “Samuel is a stubborn, persistent, annoying brat” thing.

“I’m not going.” Kingsley replied, almost automatically, “I’m not going without you.”

“Kingsley. You’d love it.  It’s literally everything you want in a job and it would be a chance for you do an honest day’s work for once in your life.  And it’s not like I’m exactly helpless, you know, Kingsley.  By the time you were fourteen you’ been caring for us for eight years.  And I’m not exactly alone, right? I’ve got Michael and Charlie and everyone else. I can join you when I’m eighteen.  But, you should go.”

“Samuel—“

“No—don’t ‘Samuel’ me.  When I’m 18, you’ll be 22 and they won’t let you join, Kingsley. I’ve already taken so much away from you. Please, please, don’t let me—no—don’t make me be the one who takes this away from you too.”

Kingsley turned to look at his brother.  He’d never heard that tone before, not from Samuel. He pulled Samuel away from his work and held him by the shoulders, bending his knees slightly so that he was looking right at Samuel’s eye level. “Hey, Buddy, what are you saying?”

“I’m not an idiot, Kingsley. I’ve watched you all these years.  I saw you go hungry so my stomach was full.  I’ve seen you do things you hate to buy me new clothes or to get me a trinket or something ‘cause I looked at it longingly for a half second.  You have walked away from people who could have been important to you for me, time and time again. I’ve tried to pay you back as best as I could.  I tried to pull my own weight where I could.  But, if you don’t do this—if you don’t go because of me—It’s too much, Kingsley. I’ll never be able to repay that, okay? I’ll be concreted and cemented in your debt for the rest of my life.  I can’t handle taking that away from you.”  Samuel’s voice broke, and Kingsley could see how desperately he was trying not to get upset, to not cry, not in front of his big brother. And Kingsley felt like he was going to cry too—he’d never wanted to let Samuel think that way, feel that way.  He pulled Samuel in close, hugging him tightly, one hand cupped around the back of Samuel’s head.

“Buddy, I’ve never lied to you, and I’m not going to start now, alright?  I love you, and I’ve never sacrificed anything for you.  Or, if I did, I never considered it a sacrifice.  I know that the guard sounds like a sweet gig, but right now I would honestly prefer to stay here.  Yeah, in a large part that has to do with you—but it also has a lot to do with Michael and with Charlie, with the rest of this ragamuffin group we’ve got going together here and started to call family, okay? You owe me nothing for this, whether I stay or go.”

“Kingsley—I just—“

“No, no, shh.”  Kingsley squeezed his brother a little tighter and felt Samuel’s shoulders shake in a sob.  “When I’m 21—the last year I can join the guard—we’ll revisit.  Maybe I want to go and sign up then.  You’ll only be a year out from joining then, and you, Kevin, and Charlie will be the only ones left underage. We’ll see how the group is fairing and how I feel about joining then, okay?”  Samuel didn’t say anything, so Kingsley gave him a little shake, “Okay, Samuel Andrew Wilson?”

“Yes sir,” Samuel answered a bit weakly.

“Good.” Kingsley held him for a moment longer then pulled away quickly, not looking at Samuel’s face and not letting Samuel look at his face.  “Now, let’s get back to work.  Michael is not going to be happy if these aren’t ready to go as soon as he needs them.”

Samuel set to work, and after a second of gaining his composure, “I wish you would leave, then I might get some rest around here.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Kingsley laughed, “Cause Michael is a real lightweight when it comes to giving out the work.” The brothers were going to be alright after all.

 
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Posted by on September 4, 2014 in Stories

 

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Fiction: Growing Up (Part 1 of 2) (533 words)

Kingsley didn’t think too much of Michael asking to talk to him in private.  Big issues often came to Kingsley first before the rest of the Raggies.  In general, Kingsley was considered the second in command of the group—even if no one was saying it outright.

He didn’t get nervous until he got to the back room and saw the look that Michael was giving him.  “What? What’s wrong? Who is going to get hurt?”  Kingsley’s mind started to run through all the worst case scenarios.

“No—no, Kingsley, it’s nothing like that.” Michael indicated to an open chair and Kingsley sank into it, placing a hand on his chest to make his heart slow down.  “No, Kingsley. I was just thinking that we need to discuss your options.”

“My options?  Are we taking up another job again so soon?”

“No. No, it’s not that.  It’s—now, Kingsley, I know you don’t want to hear this, but you’re eighteen in forty-two days, and once you’re eighteen—“

Kingsley stood up so quickly that he knocked over the chair behind him. “Michael, no, you can’t be suggesting what I think you’re suggesting.”

“You’re smart, Kingsley,” Michael continued as if he had expected Kingsley’s outburst.  Well, maybe he had, they had been family for eleven years now.  “You’re strong.  You’re quick on your feet and you can get yourself out of trouble almost as quickly as you can get yourself into trouble.  You could join the guard. You could go to school.  You could join an assistance house and get a job.  You could have some sort of sane life again.”

Kingsley hesitated, just for about half a second, but he knew what that meant, and he could see that Michael could read it too. Kingsley liked the idea f having a sane sort of life again, but—“What about Samuel?”

“Samuel can stay with us, of course.  We’ll take care of him, and give him the same level of care we always have.  We can keep tabs on you over the years and he can join you in four years when he hits eighteen and he has those options open to him.”

“I don’t know, Michael.  I literally can’t remember a time when I wasn’t taking care of Samuel.  I can’t just leave him now. Besides—you didn’t go when you turned eighteen, Ash didn’t go when he turned eighteen.”

“I couldn’t go, Kingsley.  You all were still too young, and I need to stay with you.  And Ash—well, Kingsley, let’s call it what it is—Ash doesn’t have the same chances you do.  Besides—his life before this wasn’t the best.  He doesn’t have dreams beyond this place.  You do, Kingsley, I know you do.”

Kingsley set his chair back up and sat down, rubbing a hand over his face.  “I don’t know, Michael.”  He repeated.

“It’s alright,” Michael stood now, leaving Kingsley to his thoughts, “Alright. I don’t need a decision right this moment. But Kingsley—“  Kingsley looked up at him, and Michael saw the seven-year-old who was so desperate for help, the one that broke Michael’s heart for the first time, “Kingsley—if you want to go, we’ll understand.”

Kingsley nodded, and let Michael walk away.

 
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Posted by on September 3, 2014 in Stories

 

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Fiction: Family Way (Part 18) (480 words)

Marta ran really hot and cold with the idea of Bradley and me adopting her baby.  Flipping back and forth between the opinion that it was the best plan we’d ever come up with and the worst thought to ever have crossed our minds.  I couldn’t get her to sit still and have a proper conversation with me about it either, which I think was in a large part due to the fact that she didn’t really know why she was thinking whatever it was she was thinking on it quite yet.

I told her to think it over.  To plan, to really consider her options, and to reassure her that I did think that it was a good plan.  I told her we’d sit down after her next doctor’s appointment, and we’d come with a solid agreement then.

I’d been going to Marta’s doctors’ appointments with her since the beginning.  I was better with the lists and remembering the details, and I’d always wanted to make sure that there was nothing that Marta had forgotten.  We’d created a very strict stay near the head rule so no one saw anything they didn’t want to see, and we’d gotten along well.  The OB-GYN was a little confused, at first thinking we were lovers that looked eerily similar (that gave Bradley a good laugh) but once it was explained, Dr. Janet was more than friendly to the both of us.   More friendly than the receptionist, at any rate, who didn’t say anything outright, but it as easy to tell that she didn’t approve of how young Marta was.

Still, once we were in the screening room, we were fine. Dr. Janet went through her checklist, and we got back a whole list of “excellent” and “Very goods” which was very reassuring.  At the very least, it didn’t look like we were going to do any damage to this kid before it was born.  But then Dr. Janet peered up at us from behind her ultrasound monitor.  “Well, there we are.  Ladies, do we want to know the gender of our little peanut today?”

Marta looked up at me, chewing on her lower lip.   “Do we, Ave?”

I tried to keep a straight face, but I’m afraid I was grinning like a little kid at a fairground.  “I kinda want to know.  I mean, if you want to.”

Marta matched my grin and turned back to face the doctor, “Yeah.  Tell us.”

Doctor Janet readjusted the ultrasound and turned the screen to show us.  “There you are, ladies.  You’ve got a healthy little boy Andersson in there.”

I covered my mouth and said “Oh, my.”  But then I turned to look at Marta, but she was focused on the screen.   I’d never seen my sister look at anything like that.

I had a sneaking feeling that we’d be keeping the baby.

 
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Posted by on May 27, 2014 in Avery and Marta

 

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