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Short Story: The Bottom of the Lake

Genre: fantasy


The legend changed according to the person who told it.

There were ancient treasures at the bottom of the lake.

An ogre live at the bottom of the lake.

Someone hid a secret code at the bottom of the lake.

But one thing remained consistent across the tales. Whatever ‘it’ was, it was at the bottom of the lake.

So how was it that of everything that was said about the legend, the part about ‘it’ being at the bottom of the lake was the only detail that was incorrect?

“Yes?” the ogre asked as he peered down at them through his glasses.

“N… nothing. Excuse us,” she stammered.

The ogre nodded and retreated into his home above the coffee shop.

“Was that…” her brother said faintly.

“I saw it too…”



Short Story: A Different Look

Genre: slice of life


“Your table number is 8.”

They stared at him.

“Please take a seat,” he repeated.

“Is that really you? What happened to your hair?”

His friends were staring to draw attention from the other guests. He needed them to move.

“Go first. Explanations later,” he whispered.

“Sure thing, kiddo.” The oldest of the bunch reached over to muss his hair out of habit. He grabbed the hand before it messed up the hair he had spent ages to tame.

“Is there a problem here?” His team leader joined them.

“No, ma’am.” His friends sent him a hasty wave and headed over to their table.

“Everything alright?”

“Just some friends. They’re not used to seeing me look like this. Thanks.”

“No problems. You’ll still be serving their table, by the way. Have fun.”

With a glint in her eyes, the manager left. He stifled a groan and faced the next group of guests.

“Good evening. Thank you for coming. May I have your name?”


Wavering Kisses

Genre: fantasy, superpower


Patricia thought she could do it. Really, she did.

She couldn’t.

Her first kiss wasn’t as special as she hoped it would be, but that didn’t stop her from treasuring the rest. If she was going to kiss someone, she wanted it to be meaningful.

Inna thought she was silly. Patricia thought they had different values.

After much stubborn persistence, she managed to substitute the price for her power with a kiss on the cheek, and later a kiss on the hand. With her greatest barrier gone, she used her superpower more freely, and her skill grew. She learnt to ‘store kisses’ so she could use her power even if she collected the price hours before. She became more efficient, so one kiss could power two minutes of illusions instead of just one.

Her superpower alter ego changed as well. The price was still one kiss for one minute of illusions, but she had more freedom in how the price was paid and could even give ‘discounts’. No more kissing little kids (she wasn’t a cradle snatcher), no more kissing girls (she didn’t swing that way), no more kissing married men (she wasn’t a family breaker).

She could live with that.



Other related stories:
First Kiss
Behind the Kisses
Rescue Kiss

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.


Prompt: temporary

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.


Camp NaNoWriMo part 23

Genre: fantasy, family

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


It took them the better part of a month to fix everything. Even then, the cracks were still visible to those who knew what they were looking for, but with enough time, even those would fade away too.

Each family had held their own gatherings, both to update everyone on the current situation and to make sure everyone was alright. Wilfredo had never seen so many Beauris in one place at the same time. Not even during Chinese New Year. But even that paled in comparison to this gathering. Read the rest of this entry

Camp NaNoWriMo part 22

Genre: family, slice of life

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


“Is that so?”

That was the Sharoon head’s response after Darius completed his tale. The words were as bland as her face, hiding any emotions she had, if she felt any at all.

Darius was sure he looked pretty bland himself from the outside, but on the inside, his newfound memories and emotions churned within him. Months had passed since his last encounter with the woman, who had only been the family heir then, but to him it felt like only hours ago that the two of them were locked in a furious battle.

“I understand. I will release them to you in exchange for my heirloom,” said Minvera Sharoon.

Darius bit back the urge to shout that she had no right to demand anything. She might have abused her powers, but he was the one who fired the first shot when he stole the Sharoon heirloom.

Between the two family heads, they soon settled the details of the exchange. The Sharoon family would bring the victims out to the Turnery house next to the Beauris main house. There would be no violence allowed from any side, and the heirloom would only be returned after every single prisoner had been set free.

“Where is Amaya?” Baldemar asked.

“Aunty Amaya is in the main house.”

So the previous head was still alive. Darius had expected the worst when he realised the Sharoon family had a new matriarch.

“Will she return to her position after this or will you continue to be the head of the family?” Baldemar asked.

“That will be decided after we finish this matter,” Minerva said.

“I ask because the Sharoon family will need to compensate our families for what has been done. The details will be discussed between the family heads and heirs in a private meeting before we announce it to the rest of the family.”

“Regarding that,” Minerva said, “I will take full responsibility.”

“That’s admirable, but you don’t need to shoulder everything. Your whole family was involved.”

“But was the one who brainwashed everyone. Every. Single. Victim. Is mine. I knew what I was doing. I already decided that I will atone for the rest of my life.”

The room fell into silence. Darius kept his face carefully blank and his words locked tightly behind his lips. Going into this meeting, he had been fully prepared to force the Sharoon heir to admit her crime if necessary. He never thought they would need to convince her not to punish herself so seriously.

“You are still young. The rest of your life is a long time to atone,” Baldemar finally said.

“I am ready.”

“You’re too young to remember this, but your grandmother decided that as the family head, it was her duty to apologise on behalf of every Sharoon member for any wrongdoing. She was twice your age when she became the matriarch. She died with a broken heart at the end. There is a difference between atonement and self-punishment. Which are you doing?”

Minerva didn’t answer, which was an answer in and of itself.

“I won’t tell you how to lead your family, but talk to them. See what they think. Being the family head doesn’t mean you’re responsible for everything or that you have to make all the decisions. It just means you have the advantage during tiebreakers.” Baldemar cracked a smile. Minerva’s lips quivered, but remained stubbornly flat.

“Thank you for the advice.”

“You’re welcome, Minnie.”

Minerva ducked her head. In that moment, he remembered that she wasn’t that much older than he was.

Crap. Now he was worried.

~Continue here~

Camp NaNoWriMo part 21

Genre: family

Start from the beginning here or the previous part here.


“We went to our house next to the Beauris main house right after the mission. The Sharoon family must have followed us there and assumed we were part of your family,” Esther finished.

The Sharoon heirloom laid innocently on the table. To think such a small item would strike such discord between their families.

“What now?” Uncle Tobiras voiced the question on everyone’s mind.

“Is it safe to return the heirloom?” her father asked.

Darius’ mother hummed as she considered the question. “Little Missy Minnie is the new head now. It doesn’t look like she was involved with her predecessor’s deal. Maybe we can negotiate something. What do you think, dear?”

“I agree. Regardless of Minerva’s stance on the situation, leaving things as they are is not an option. Normal workers are being brainwashed to keep things secret. I’m surprised no one has called the police yet, but it’s just a matter of time,” Darius’ father said.

“If we’re going to make contact, make the meeting place one of our houses. Any of them would at least dampen her abilities. We will also keep the heirloom somewhere else,” Darius said.

Lilibeth sat back and watched the discussion unfold. The Darius who actively participated in the discussion was worlds apart from the Darius who meekly watched from the sidelines. Everything about the new Darius (or should she say old Darius?) was different, from the confidence in his movements, the weight of his words, even his stance when standing still. Seeing him now, it was obvious that the quiet man she met before was just a shadow of the real thing.

That was what her cousin had done to him.

That was what her cousin could do to her brother.

Lilibeth curled her fingers against her thighs.

She should have been the one to stay behind as a decoy. Her brother was the Beauris heir. He was more important and so much more powerful than her. If their positions were reversed, he would have already saved her and ended the family crisis by now.

By the end of the day, they decided that Darius and her father would negotiate with Minnie in one of the Turnery houses. The Sharoon heirloom would be guarded by another team in one of the Turnery family’s other houses, which would be kept secret from Darius and Baldemar, just in case. At her father’s insistence, Lilibeth was left out of the team.

“I have a different mission for you,” her father said later when they were alone. He took off the Beauris heirloom and looped the necklace around her neck, just like her brother did the last time they were together. “Keep this with you at all times. If anything happens to me and your brother, this pendant is yours, so don’t lose it.”

The memory of her brother’s words that day and the dark implications behind the heirloom’s change in ownership made her eyes water. Just like last time, she could only nod as she held back tears. The jumbled words she wanted to say sat unspoken in a pile behind her lips.

Her father drew her into a hug and pressed a kiss into her hair.

“Good girl.”

She pressed her face into his chest.

Please come back.

~Continue here~

Camp NaNoWriMo part 20

Genre: fantasy

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


Once upon a time, there were three siblings. While playing together outside, they found some hidden treasures. The oldest brother picked up a pendant with a design of a strange creature he had never seen before. The middle sister chose a giant hairpin bigger than her hand. The youngest brother lifted a chain with letters woven into its long body. Read the rest of this entry

Camp NaNoWriMo part 19

Genre: general

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


They didn’t fulfil the mission objective of finding the Beauris heir, but everyone who went out came back unharmed.

Plus two.

The two extra people stood side by side before the team. The sound of a chair scraping over the floor made Darius turn his head to find his housemate on his feet.

“Esther?” The name left Wilfredo’s mouth like a gasp.

“That’s me,” a familiar voice said.

Darius turned his head back to face the two new faces. Was that…

“Hello, Beauris. I am Esther Turnery. This is my husband, Roger.” She gestured at the man beside her. “Thank you for your help. As promised, I will tell you where the Sharoon heirloom is. But first, I need some time with my son, Darius.”

That was the same voice as the person who made a deal with his housemate. So this woman was his mother. And the man beside her…

His breath caught at his throat. Darkness crept in at the edges of his vision. His fingers shook.

A hand clapped his shoulder. He jumped, but it was only his housemate.

“Something wrong?” Wilfredo asked.

The shroud of unexplained panic pulled back. Darius shook his head, not trusting himself to speak. His housemate didn’t look convinced, but didn’t press the issue.

“Let’s go.”

Wilfredo led the family of three to an empty room. Darius kept his distance from his father. He didn’t remember his father at all, but his body did. The reaction didn’t bode well for his relationship with his father.

His mother broke through his thoughts with a gentle hand around his.

“Sit here.” She sat on a sofa and pulled him down beside her. When he sat stiffly at the edge, she pushed him until his back rested against the cushioned back of the sofa.

“Relax.” She hooked her fingers under his jaw and tilted his head back until it also rested against the sofa back. Her palms passed gently over his eyes and he closed them automatically.

“You have amnesia,” she said, “I can bring your memories back, but it might be uncomfortable, and no matter what, you can’t fight me. We can both get seriously hurt. Understand?”


“You are my son. I won’t harm you, so trust me and let me in.”


“The easiest way is to sleep. Let go of your fears and let me do all the work.”

Darius released a short laugh that was equal parts nervous and bitter. “Easier said than done.”

“I’m your mother. I know you more than you know yourself. Just trust me.” Her hands moved to run through his hair. She hummed a tune that he had never heard before but tugged at the forgotten corners in his mind.

He forced his body to relax and emptied his mind of all thoughts but the wordless song. The rest of the room faded away until it was just him on the sofa with his mother. Eventually, even that faded away as he slipped into a daze.

~To be continued~

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