Short Story: Charade Troubles

He rose to his feet and walked to the front of the room.

“Go Team 2!”

He gave his teammates a thumbs up. They were 2 points behind, but that was because Team 1 had their turn first. They would match them and widen the gap.

“Start.”

He read his first prompt.

PENITENT

He only knew this word because his neighbour ranted about it this morning. No one else would know this. But he couldn’t pass so he was stuck with it.

He put on his best apologetic look. Head down, shoulders drooped, lips turned down and eyes shadowed.

“Sad.” “Depression.” “Unhappy.” “Rejected.”

Nope. New tactic. He clapped his hands together with an apologetic duck of his head.

“Sorry.”

He motioned for them to keep going.

“Apologise.” “Repent.” “Sorry not sorry.” “Regret.”

He slumped and dabbed at his eyes like someone who was close to tears.

“Crying?” “Give up.” “Bad day.”

He sent a silent apology for his teammates for the 0 they would be getting this round.

~End~

 

Genre: slice of life

Short Story: Chinese Chess with Grandpa

The moment she touched it, she knew it was the wrong move. She pulled her hand back, but wrinkled fingers stopped her.

“You touched it. That means you have to move that piece,” Grandpa said.

“I changed my mind,” she said.

“You can change your move all you want in your mind, but once you touch the board, you have to follow through. That’s the rule,” he said.

With an unhappy grumble, she moved her Elephant defensively in front of her General.

Grandpa picked up his Chariot and moved it forward to capture her Horse in a move that also threatened her own Chariot. She moved her Chariot to capture his, only for his Cannon to jump over her Elephant to capture that too. She hurriedly pulled her Horse back across the river in preparation to defend her General.

Then he picked up his Horse.

Grandpa froze. She grinned. Now it was his turn to grimace.

“You can’t change your mind once you touch the board. That’s the rule,” she reminded him.

“I know. I’m just thinking about where to go. Once I choose a piece, I commit to it.”

He moved his Horse, and she happily captured his now vulnerable Cannon with her own Horse.

Phew. Crisis averted.

A few moves later, her General was cornered, and she admitted defeat.

“You’re improving,” Grandpa said as they lined their pieces up for a new game.

“I’ll be better than you one day,” she said.

“One day,” Grandpa said with a nod, “You start first.”

She considered her red pieces, thinking back to the previous games they had played together. Finally, she picked her piece.

“Are you sure?” Grandpa teased.

She straightened and imitated Granpa, “Once I choose a piece, I commit to it.”

He grinned and reached over to ruffle her hair. “Cheeky monkey. For that, I’m going to capture your General in five turns. Take that!”

Grandpa tried to seem threatening, but she had spent so many evenings losing so many games that she had no longer feared defeat. She grabbed her piece and copied him.

“Take that!”

~End~

Genre: family, slice of life

Short Story: Mismatched Methodology

Genre: action

 

In everything he did, he was meticulous. Even in a game, he preferred to take down his opponents with finesse and strategy.

The rest of his guild liked to jump straight in and bulldoze their way through with brute force.

Someone cackled as he called up a massive fire storm against the fire-resistant enemies. Someone else was impaled after turning his back on an unexpectedly sturdy enemy.

With a long suffering sigh, he cast his support skills over the other members to save them from themselves.

He needed a new guild.

~End~

 

 

 

Drabble: Water Festival

My response to the prompt festive.

Genre: general

 

~Water Festival~

No one knew how tomorrow’s mission would go, but that wasn’t going to stop them from joining in the annual Water Festival. Not only because they didn’t want to miss out on the fun, but because it was the best way to cool down.

The Water Festival took place every year on the hottest day of the year. On that day, everyone armed themselves with all kinds of tools to throw water at each other. It was a terrible waste of resource and potentially relationship ending, but all concerns melted away once the actual day rolled over and people remembered just how hot the day could get.

He pointed at a water gun on display.

“How much?”

The storekeeper typed out a price. He dropped the requested amount into the money box and picked up the massive weapon.

Tomorrow, he would put his life on the line for the city, but today, it was play time.

~End~