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Short Story: Promise Me

Inspired by the prompt patience.


He waited in the bush so long that when she finally appeared, he couldn’t move.

He squeezed his legs to wake them up and threw himself clumsily at her. She screamed and struggled but he wrestled her back into the bush and muffled her screams with the gag he had specially prepared.


The delay had not been part of the plan. Already, he heard footsteps on the path. Only a bush hid them from sight, and the last thing he wanted was for her to call for help.

Between waiting for the other man to leave and fighting with the woman to stay, the next minute was the longest of his life. But it passed, and then it was just the two of them.

“Don’t jog here anymore,” he said, “Don’t jog alone anymore. Promise me.”

She nodded. He checked his arms.

“The man just now. In my timeline, he caught you, and you got me. He also gave you HIV, and you died from AIDS last year. So if I’m here, it means that he’ll still catch you. So promise me that you won’t go jogging alone again.”

She wriggled beneath him. He shifted his weight off her so she could pull the gag out of her mouth.

“I promise.”

Finally, his body started to fade. His mother, no, just another woman who would be someone else’s mother, watched with wide eyes.

“Good. Stay safe. Go be that dancer you wanted to be.”

He smiled and slept.



Genre: family, fantasy


Short Story: One Shove

Genre: slice of life, action?
My response to the prompt irrelevant.


Just moments ago, they were butting heads over differing opinions. In anger, he shoved her, only for the ground to crumble.

Now she hung over the edge, held in the air only by him.

“That was an accident,” he said.

“That’s fine. As long as you don’t let go.”

He shifted into a more stable crouch.

“I still don’t agree with you,” he said as he pulled her up.

“What are you trying to say? You’ll drop me if I don’t agree?”

“Don’t be silly. Just because we disagree doesn’t mean I want you dead.”

Finally, her feet touched solid ground.

“Sorry for pushing you,” he said, face burning.

“Thanks for saving me,” she said, cheeks equally red.

They shared a small smile.

“Now let’s get out of here.”



Short Story: Wrong Answers

Genre: adventure, puzzle


They had a finite number of chances to solve the riddle. The question was how many chances did they have? And was it enough?

“Let’s try this,” the others said as they messed around with the patterns they were supposed to arrange on the wall. The guardian statues’ eyes flashed with every wrong attempt.

“Stop that. You’re wasting our tries,” he said

The puzzle pieces locked into place. The guardians’ eyes blazed red.


Somewhere, something rumbled.



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.”


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