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Drabble: Trade Secret

Genre: fantasy

Inspired by the prompts adrift and unmoored in the sense that the story takes place on a sinking ship and lifeboats that will be sent adrift.

 

~Trade Secret~

Around them, people ran for the two lifeboats.

“If we’re on the same boat, you win. If not, I get everyone on my boat,” she said.

“Deal.”

Her eyes flashed gold. He blacked out.

He woke to a stranger sitting him on a lifeboat. The scar on his chest burned like cold fire.

“You’ll be safe here.” The stranger straightened.

He grabbed the unfamiliar man. “Stay.”

“I’m going to help.”

“You mean hunt.”

“You’re confused.”

“No.” He activated his nullifier. The man shattered into a woman. She collapsed.

“How?” she asked as her consciousness faded.

His scar throbbed.

“Trade secret.”

~End~

Wavering Kisses

Genre: fantasy, superpower

 

Patricia thought she could do it. Really, she did.

She couldn’t.

Her first kiss wasn’t as special as she hoped it would be, but that didn’t stop her from treasuring the rest. If she was going to kiss someone, she wanted it to be meaningful.

Inna thought she was silly. Patricia thought they had different values.

After much stubborn persistence, she managed to substitute the price for her power with a kiss on the cheek, and later a kiss on the hand. With her greatest barrier gone, she used her superpower more freely, and her skill grew. She learnt to ‘store kisses’ so she could use her power even if she collected the price hours before. She became more efficient, so one kiss could power two minutes of illusions instead of just one.

Her superpower alter ego changed as well. The price was still one kiss for one minute of illusions, but she had more freedom in how the price was paid and could even give ‘discounts’. No more kissing little kids (she wasn’t a cradle snatcher), no more kissing girls (she didn’t swing that way), no more kissing married men (she wasn’t a family breaker).

She could live with that.

~End~

 

Other related stories:
First Kiss
Behind the Kisses
Rescue Kiss

Drabble: Misattributed

Genre: slice of life

 

I, a notorious prankster, had just been pranked.

And no one will believe me.

“I didn’t do it.”

“‘Course you didn’t.”

It was the first of many. Salt in the sugar jar, cling wrap across the doorway. People got angry.

At me.

“I didn’t do it.”

“Stop lying.”

In private, I looked for the real prankster, but I didn’t find him. He found me.

“Stop stealing my thunder.”

“You can have it.”

But no one listened. I didn’t dare to make people angrier, he lost his motivation for mischief.

Monotony returned.

Until the itch to prank struck again.

~End~

Drabble: On the Edge

Genre: mystery, fantasy

 

He was on the edge of a precipice, and all his wife cared about was things.

“Give me the watch!”

She doesn’t care about you.

He could bring the watch down with him, just to spite her.

Jump. End it all.

He unclipped the watch and tossed it to her as he fell. Despite everything, he still loved her.

The fog over his mind lifted.

Huh? What was he-

A hand pulled him back to solid ground. Dazed, he stared at his friends enemies friends?

The watch sat untouched on the ground.

“And that’s why we don’t touch weird things.”

~End~

Drabble: Survival Qualms

Genre: general
Inspired by the prompt qualm. Features the same character from Logic versus Instincts.

 

Usually, all she got was a feeling.

This wasn’t just a gut feeling. This was her whole being screaming don’t go in.

 

“I’ll be quick. I just need to pick up something,” her friend said. She grabbed him by the arm.

“Let go.”

“No!”

Moments after they left, a fierce fire obliterated the shop, but left its neighbours untouched. Instead of relief, her friend felt curious.

“Let’s investigate!”

“Let’s not.”

But her friend wanted answers, so she followed him, unable to leave someone with such terrible survival instincts alone.

~End~

Drabble: Fatal Hospitality

Genre: horror

 

At the corner of the street sat an empty house that everyone left alone. He ignored the warnings and came in, confident until the door shut behind him.

“We have guest, we have guest!
My oh my, aren’t you fat
This rope looks nice around your neck
Settle down, we’ll do the rest
You look scared, as you should
Sir trespasser you’re our food
Thank you kindly for your offer
We are sure you’ll taste delicious

At the corner of the street sat an empty house that everyone left alone, because those who went in never came out.

~End~

Prompt: hospitality

Drabble: A Little Pink

Genre: slice of life

 

“Does it look a little pink to you?”

“Looks perfectly fine to me.”

“Then you eat it.”

“No way! I mean… she made it for you. You eat it.”

“You can have it.”

“I don’t want to die.”

A third voice cut in. “What’s wrong?”

They looked at the chef.

“N… nothing’s wrong.”

“Is it because there’s only one? I’ll fix that.”

She cut the steak in half with one slice.

“Problem solved.” She sent them a deadly smile. “Anything else?”

Fearing for their lives, they frantically dug into the practically raw meat.

~End~

The Story Behind Camp NaNoWriMo 2017

In April 2017, I embraced NaNoWriMo’s ‘No plot? No problem!’ mindset and decided to write a 15k story in 30 days without planning anything before hand. The only thing I planned before April was the first few lines because I needed to start somewhere.

Going into the challenge, I also wanted to practice one technique: hooks. I’ve read plenty of stories that didn’t have the best writing or storyline, but threw a big hook early on that compelled me to keep reading until the end. I decided to try that out with Camp NaNoWriMo. In every single part/chapter, I made sure I introduced a new question that I hope would make people want to keep on reading to find out more.

Because of that goal, I spent almost the whole of April doing something like this:

When writing the post: Let’s throw a question/new element/twist/hidden secret/cliffhanger at the end so people are compelled to continue reading

After posting: *freaking out* What’s the answer/secret/thing that happens next/history/truth?

For most of the month, I was discovering the story as I wrote. Which was pretty interesting. I didn’t expect all the extra people and family history that turned up in the end.

Another trick I used when I wrote was to start from the character who knew the least information. Most of the time, that was Darius, but throughout the story there’s always someone who knows more than everyone else. That way, I can focus on what’s happening, and in the next chapter, revisit the scene with another viewpoint character, but this time fleshing out the why/who/how and progressing the story. It’s also a great way to add words 😛

The story is still pretty rough, and I’ll need to do a lot of editing, but I wrote a 15k novelette in 30 days! Will I do it again?

We’ll see.

Drabble: One Week

Genre: family, slice of life

 

It would only be there for one week, but one week was a long time time to endure crawling through their own house just to get to the front door.

‘It’ was an obstacle course made out of strings, modelled after the web of laser sensors in spy movies. The course was great, but there was one problem.

They allowed her little brother the living room. He had taken most of the ground floor instead.

Fortunately for him, he had a wonderful, understanding family.

But once his birthday party was over, those strings were going down.

~End~

Prompt: temporary

Drabble: Unsatisfied Customer

Genre: fantasy

 

Bitter Medic’s true power was the ability to do anything as long as the right price was paid. When customers knocked on his door with their requests, he told them the price and left it to them to decide whether to proceed or not.

But not this time.

“No.”

“I’ll pay anything.”

“I can’t bring back the dead.”

That was a lie. He could do it, but too many lives would be destroyed just to bring one back.

The customer slammed the table and stood over him. “I won’t give up. One day, I’ll make you see it my way.”

Bitter Medic sat unfazed, used to the resentment of disappointed clients.

When they met again, it was as captor and captive.

“Have you changed your mind?” his ex-customer asked.

Bitter Medic ignored the knife at his face. “No.”

The ex-customer grinned. The knife glinted.

“I believe the right answer here is ‘Yes’.”

~End~

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