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Short Story: To Be A Hero

Genre: general

 

As a kid, he had always been enamored of the idea of being a hero. Heroes got the cool powers and beat all the bad guys. Sometimes they lost, but they always won in the end.

As a teen, he still loved the thought of being a hero, but it was tempered by the knowledge that bad things happened to good people, the world was filled with thankless people, and heroes didn’t always win.

As an adult, he thought he had given up on that childish dream, until he saw someone getting robbed. With only a slight hesitation (what if I fail?), he jumped in and beat up the robber while the victim called the police.

As a local hero, life continued pretty much unchanged. Occasionally, people would stare and whisper, but that stopped as the weeks passed. In the end, all he had was the satisfaction of having done the right thing.

And he understood why the heroes kept going.

~End~

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Short Story: Family Time Capsule

Genre: slice of life

 

She found her youngest son patting the ground at the corner of the garden.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I’m burying my family time capsule.”

“Family time capsule?” Her two older ones had created their own time capsules a few years back, but she hadn’t heard of a family version before.

“Teacher told us to write a letter to future us and put our favourite things inside. My favourite things are us, so I put us inside too.”

Aww. How precious. “How?”

“I put our blankies and your favourite watch inside. I wanted to put Daddy’s car in but it was too heavy, so I put the car keys.”

Her son smiled. She really didn’t want to be the one to take that smile away, but the family time capsule couldn’t stay buried.

“Honey, that sounds great. Can you dig it up again so I can see it?”

~End~

Short Story: The Savage

Genre: fantasy
“It’s the savage again,” they whispered as she passed.

“Look at those scars.”

“She needs to throw that hideous cloak away.”

She held her head as she walked past. Without her, all of them would be dead.

“Why bother? Just let us have them,” the demon said, invisible to all but her kind.

She ignored the words with years of practice. Right now, while the barrier between their worlds were up, they were like mirages on different planes to each other. Come sundown, when the barrier thinned, she would fight like the savage people called her. Not for them, but for her kind.

~End~

Short Story: Can I Have Your Feather?

Genre: fantasy
“Can I have your feather?” the boy asked very seriously.

Unlike the other seven birds he asked before, this bird didn’t fly away.

“Why do you want a feather?”

The boy’s eyes widened.

“Uncle said he’ll make a quill for Daddy if I give him a feather,” he told the bird.

“Why does your father want a quill?”

“I don’t know. But Daddy likes quills and it’s his birthday next month.”

The bird scratched her back with her beak.

“Fine. I’ll let you have one.”

The boy smiled. “Thank you!”

“Over here. Behind you.”

The boy turned around. A lady stood behind him with a beautiful feather longer than his hand.

“Wow!”

The lady smiled. She held the feather out to him. “I don’t give my feathers to just anyone, so keep it safe. Got it?”

“Got it.”

Holding the feather in both hands, the boy ran off. Unseen behind him, the lady unfurled her wings and flew away.

~End~

Short Story: The Island

Genre: fantasy

 

For such a small island, there were a lot of large predators.

His blunt nails and even teeth were no match for the sharp claws and tapered fangs, but he was armed head to toe, and the weapons weren’t just for show.

Some attacked alone, some in groups. He fought them all with practiced efficiency as he advanced into the heart of the island.

To her.

A giant flower sat next to a waterfall. He brushed the petals aside to shake the shoulder of the sleeping girl inside.

“Wake up.”

The petals curled back, trying to cover the girl, but he nudged them aside.

“You can’t hide forever.”

She sighed.

“Fine.”

The island faded away.

In the real world, two pairs of eyes opened.

~End~

Drabble: Inappropriate Punishment

Genre: general

 

~Inappropriate Punishment~

As punishment for her vanity, they confiscated all her mirrors and sentenced her to a life of polishing as a common maid.

It made no difference to her. Anything could become a mirror with enough polish.

She hummed as she made the floor shine.

Maybe being on the discipline committee was actually punishment for stupidity.

~End~

Drabble: Brassy Lassie

Genre: slice of life, humour

 

When her friend said he wanted to show her a brassy lassie, this wasn’t what she had in mind.

“What do you think?” he asked.

The reddish-gold dog’s tail swished energetically in the air.

“She looks lovely.”

“Yeah, he is.”

She blinked. “He? You said you wanted to show me a brassy lassie.”

“Not the dog. His owner. You’ll see.”

When the dog’s owner arrived, they heard her from the moment she got off her car.

“Hello my gorgeous!” she exclaimed loud enough for the whole street to hear. Completely ignoring the two humans, the owner dashed at her dog. The light bounced off her many, massive accessories like a disco ball.

After much noise and gestures, the lady paid for the dogsitting service and left.

“What do you think?” he asked.

She couldn’t reply.

~End~

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~

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