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~

Drabble: Anything You Can Do

Genre: general

 

“Anything you can do, I can do better” had always been our motto. If I learnt a new language, he learnt two. If he learnt how to walk on a rope, I learnt how to dance on it. We pushed each other to great heights we would never have achieved alone, both good and bad.

Now, we stand as generals on different sides on the same battlefield. Rather than reluctance, I feel exhilaration. What better way to prove that I can do anything better than him than by winning the war?

~End~

Drabble: Incompatible Age

Genre: slice of life, fantasy, romance?

 

She had lived dozens of lives and experienced dozens of lifestyles, but this was the first time she was being confessed to by someone so young.

“Is it because I’m younger than you? I don’t care about that. Age is just a number,” the boy insisted.

She swallowed a laugh. Everyone was younger than her. They just didn’t know it. Dating anyone made her feel like a crib robber, let alone this kid who wasn’t old enough to grow a beard.

“I’m your teacher. The relationship would be inappropriate no matter how you look at it. But, if you let me, I know someone else who can make you very happy.”

Her student didn’t look convinced, but left without a fight. Now alone, she grinned.

She had lived dozens of lives and experienced dozens of lifestyles, and her matchmaking skills, honed over the centuries, were second to none. It was time to play.

~End~

Drabble: Overreaction

Genre: slice of life

 

She hummed as she hung the clothes up to dry. He crept up behind her, light as a feather, silent like a ninja. Without warning, he struck!

A scream cut through the air. The rest of the group rushed over.

What they found was damp clothing thrown everywhere, as if a clothes bomb had exploded where the only female in their group stood. Across from her sprawled their youngest member, half buried under a hill of clothes. A soft drink can rolled on the floor, the shiny surface wet with condensation.

“What happened?”

The girl sent them a rueful look.

“I panicked.”

~End~

Drabble: The Valley

Genre: general, family

 

The valley used to be filled with gorgeous flowers in all the colours of the rainbow. Now there were none.

Because of me.

“Why did you destroy them?” they demanded.

I ignored them all. There was only one person whose approval I wanted.

My pollen allergic son.

~End~

Drabble: Weather Girl

Genre: fantasy

 

The weather was linked to her emotions.

Once, she thought it was cool how her smile could literally light up the world. That naive girl had long since drowned in drugs to suppress any emotion.

There were those who wanted to use her ability to control the weather. She hadn’t felt anything in a long time, but she knew that once her shackles were removed, she would feel only one thing.

Rage.

~End~

Drabble: The End of the Beginning

Genre: slice of life
Takes place after The Apprentice’s Bread Story.

 

When he first started his apprenticeship, it was half because he liked bread and half because he needed the money. He hadn’t expected to spend the next five years struggling so much with even just the basics.

Faced with failures after failures, his feelings changed. He was no longer in it for the bread anymore, and the money wasn’t worth the heartache. What kept him going was the burning desire to prove to his master that he wasn’t a complete failure. He might be the slowest learner ever, but once he got it he made sure his creations tasted amazing.

One day, his master pulled him aside.

“From tomorrow onward, you are no longer my apprentice.”

He was too stunned to say anything. There was still so much he had to learn before he could graduate. He couldn’t stop now. But… it wasn’t surprising for his master to give up on him. So many apprentices who started after him had already completed their training and moved on. Only he remained, year after year.

“Instead, you will be my employee. If that is what you want.”

It took him three tries to talk properly.

“Yes. Of course. Yes. What time do I start?”

He didn’t know why his master would want to keep him around, but he was going to make it work.

Goals of Logical Dreams: April recap + May goals

Last month, I participated in Camp NaNoWriMo and in the process actually wrote a novelette, which you can check out here, starting from the first part here. It was a pretty interesting experience and I have a newfound respect for those who publish daily ongoing stories. Most importantly, I know I definitely don’t want to to approach NaNoWriMo the way I did last month, if I decide to take up the challenge.

Now that the challenge is over, it’s back to short stories for May. I would also like to write some posts about my adventure writing the Camp NoNoWriMo project, since it was a pretty interesting month for me.

Lets have a great month ahead 🙂

Camp NaNoWriMo part 24 (Final)

Genre: family, fantasy, slice of life

Start from the beginning here or check out the previous part here.

 

Luciano snapped awake with a strangled gasp.

Two months had passed since the ‘heirloom fiasco’, as they had started to call it. The Turnery and Sharoon houses had done a great job at restoring everything that had been damaged, but there were some things that even the Turnery’s miraculous rewind ability couldn’t reverse.

Everyone had their own fears and demons. He had learnt to deal with his, or at least, ignore them at the back of his mind. What Minnie had done was drag those nightmares into reality and spice them up to make them even more terrifying. Thanks to that, his old nightmares had spawned new ones that continued to haunt his dreams.

Luciano sighed. Minnie had really gone full out. She always did. Small tasks, big tasks, she tackled them all with everything she had. It was only this time that her vigour had ended up hurting them so badly.

And he couldn’t even be mad at her.

He crossed his forearms over his face. Tears of frustration trickled down his cheeks.

In the end, there was no true enemy he could direct his turmoil at, just a bunch of misguided people who accidentally got in each other’s way. Anyway, at the end of the day, they were all family. Hating family was like cutting off his nose to spite his face.

Something soft nudged his arm. His breath caught and his heart jumped, then he remembered the plushy his sister had left on his bedside table. He dropped his arms down beside him on the bed and turned his head. The puppy plushy watched him without a word.

Ever since finding out about the nightmares that plagued him every night, his sister had left the plushy at his bedside. Some nights, he sent the animated plushy to his sister, too terrified of the hidden threats shadows to seek the comfort he needed. The rest of the time, the plushy went to get her anyway. It didn’t matter what time it was, his sister always came over to his room.

“I’m okay. Let her sleep,” he told the little puppy.

The plushy hopped back onto his bedside table, then jumped off and dashed out of the room before he could stop it. For something without muscles, that plushy could run.

Not long after, the plushy returned in the arms of his only sister. Eyes still half closed, Lilibeth clambered into his bed.

“You didn’t need to come. I’m fine,” he said.

“Don’t kick me out now. Meanie,” she grumbled and burrowed under his blanket.

“Of course not.” He pretended to be insulted, but his sister had already slipped back into sleep.

His sister never complained, but she must be as tired as he was from the interrupted sleep. He was older, so he could deal with it better, but what she lacked in age she made up in stubbornness. And a touch of guilt.

He didn’t understand where the guilt came from, but like everything else, it faded day by day. With a content sigh, he closed his eyes and dreamed eagerly of the day when shadows went back to just being shadows, and people laughed easily again, freed from their self-inflicted burdens.

~End~

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