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A Day of Firsts

Genre: fantasy, action
Follows after Before the Interview and Second Opinion.

 

~A Day of Firsts~

“Rule 1: No inappropriate touching,” was Lavi’s first words to Edmund on his first day as a bodyguard.

Edmund shifted Leora before she slipped off his back.

“Rule 2: Do not wake her up. Not even if the world is ending. Especially if the world is ending.” Read the rest of this entry

Second Opinion

Genre: slice of life, family
Follows after Before the Interview.

 

~Second Opinion~

“So. First impression?” Leora asked after Edmund left.

Lavi raised an eyebrow at her. “You’re asking this now?”

“It’s good to have a second opinion,” Leora argued.

“And what? If I say he’s not good you’ll fire him? Because I can do that.”

Leora frowned. “That’s mean.”

“What’s wrong with the other candidates? Lavi asked as he settled into his chair.

Leora leaned against his table. “What’s wrong with Edmund?”

“He’s a guy.”

“So?”

“What if he does this and that to you while you’re sleeping?” Lavi’s fingers rapped the table in growing agitation.

Leora drew back. “He won’t do that.”

“How do you know that?” Lavi shot back.

“He has three younger sisters. Protecting girls is in his blood.”

Lavi’s fingers stilled. “And you know this… how?”

Leora folded her arms and smirked. “Research.”

“… You’re a stalker. My sister is a stalker.”

The smirk fell.

“What? No. I’m not!”

Lavi made a show of rubbing his chin. “Maybe I should be protecting him from you instead.”

Leora spun over the table and starting slapping him. Lavi blocked with his arm.

“Brother abuse!”

In the end, they never found out what Lavi thought about Edmund.

~End~

 

Check out Edmund’s first day as a bodyguard in A Day of Firsts.

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~

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~

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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