100 Word Challenge – Week 165.2: Beginning of the End


It was an odd sensation to be sure, knowing he would never stand here again. The suitcase lay open, and his life was packed so neatly inside it, yet it felt weightless. Maybe that’s what resignation felt like, or that the inevitable diagnosis the doctor had given made everything else seem so small and so far away. Either way, he sighed contently. There was a long road ahead.

Tossing the bag in the back of the Viper, Bryan had not felt so alive in a long while. Under the Bangor sky, fate be damned. It was a long drive to California and life’s last adventure.


And Entry #2 for this week’s 100 Word Challenge. This is also lifted from the beginning of what was supposed to be my entry for NaNo 2014, but sadly that was not to be. Maybe it will see life yet.
Also, I love this car.:D

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100 Word Challenge – Week 165.1: Going-Away Gifts

He stared in awe as the suitcase lay open in front of him. Of all the things he knew he had packed, every detail carefully counted on for what was going to be a long overdue vacation, never had it crossed his mind to pack what was before him. A bathing suit was already exposing, but whatever this was could barely be counted as fabric. Carefully, he plucked the furry undergarment from his pack to examine it, hoping to find a culprit. And the words “Yub yub!” along the crotch led to only one suspect in Wedge’s eyes.
“Wes Janson, I’m going to shoot you.”


Entry #1 for this week’s 100 Word Challenge. Never leave your luggage unguarded.

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More than Five Sentence Fiction: Twisting the Truth

“Why did you leave us?”
The question didn’t so much punch him as they did kick his heart out through his boots. It was a voice etched upon his very soul, but to hear it now? What the hell is going on?! It isn’t …! It can’t be!
“Why did you go away, daddy? Are you mad at us?”
The room around him grew dark, or maybe it was the weight that had been hidden behind a stilled heart that finally started to break him. Dropping to his knees, he could muster no words, only sorrowful shaking.
“Please don’t be mad anymore. We love you, daddy. Please, come home!”
“I’m sorry….I’m sorry. I’m so sorry…”came the whispers on stuttering breath as the tears rolled down his face.
“Then why didn’t you come home to us? To me?” And then she appeared, an angel made mortal that had crossed his path so many years ago.  He wanted to take her in his arms, to hold her until all time fell away…
No. It wasn’t her. It was something else. Wearing her face. Speaking with her voice.
“You…you son of a bitch! How dare you!” In an instant, what once was morose had become furious, and he was on his feet without even a thought.
And at that once, the façade was gone, leaving it to stare into his enraged eyes with incalculable cold fact. “That was what you wished to see wasn’t it? You said yourself that you did not understand whey you were here, and it was empty. Yet you still wish to know the truth of why you are here in the first place.  If those two thoughts are in conflict with each other, then do not blame me.”
“So that’s it?” he asked though the whiplash. “That’s why I’m here? Some kind of punishment for my sins, or whatever shit you call it?”
It shook its head “It is simply a fact of your existence.”
Well, I was originally going to do two entries for Five Sentence Fiction this week, but this one couldn’t be contained to so short a space. Instead, it sprouted into a continuation of a story that as been building for some time now.What can I say, when the theme fits, the words follow.
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Five Sentence Fiction: Abandon

100 Word Challenge – Week 164.2 – Payday

The crunch of the snow under my boot blended well into the night as I watched her. Just as expected, she left her home under who knows what guise and headed for sin and sensation.  Whose house did she walk into, I didn’t know. Into whose arms did she fall and stab her husband in the back, it didn’t matter.
What mattered was in all the rush and the lust, the front door was never locked. And then I smiled, clicking back the hammer. Clearly conversation was not a subject of interest tonight. Which was just fine by me, I don’t get paid for my silver tongue.
And Entry #2 for this week’s 100 Word Challenge. Though this one actually came to mind first, sometimes it’s better to lead with the light before we hit the grit.
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100 Word Challenge – Week 164.1: Coming Home

The cockpit alarms had been going off for hours, or maybe it had been seconds. I could feel the flutter of one wing snapped in two, the dying gasps of an engine long bled of life, and the dull ache of whatever was embedded in my leg now.

I could hear someone calling to me, screaming at me, but there were no words to it. Just the soft embrace of the clouds that covered my blood in purity. The warmth of the sun swept down to me, shielding me from the cold of the broken steel.

And then I smiled. I was home at last.


Entry #1 for this week’s 100 Word Challenge. It’s good to be back in the old form again.

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Five Sentence Fiction – Offering

Piercing blue eyes skimmed upon lines of data and paperwork, but his mind was anywhere but on the work. There something much more important to ponder, and Tycho Celchu found himself stumped by it. To his brother and best friend, he owed his life a dozen times over. To the woman who captured is comrade’s heart, he wanted to trust all the stars in the galaxy to them.

So what would he get Wedge and Iella for a wedding gift?


My entry for this week’s Five sentence Fiction, and a little snippet of something that’s been in the brainpan for a while now. And I look forward to bringing you more.

I hope you all enjoy.


It started with the warmth in his skin, and the bumps down his back, and he knew the time was coming. He wanted to warn them, wanted to run and save them all. But a knight does not shirk his post, for it is his charge unto the very end. So perfectly polished platemail and sterling shield and sword cover the wound for a while.

It happened slowly, the bumps erupting into spines tearing downward like shark’s teeth, and what once were fingers splayed open to birth the claws that became him. No longer could the armor conceal him, or the shield protect them from him. And no longer would they accept him, and the torches chased him into the night.

It had been the fangs that had come last, carving though the helmet and splitting it like so many overripe fruit. Corrupted crimson eyes are caught by the moon, and finally the heat overtakes him, seeping from his mouth as a froth at first until at least he screams at the heavens. With that howl comes the concentration of all that was and is now lost, expelled from his bones in a pulsing orb larger than his body upwards into the night with only the massive satellite to block it. Yet even the celestial body alone was no longer enough against the siren, and was pushed aside like such inconvenient dust.

The beast was now complete, and was now empty.


So, at the beginning of this year, I told myself that as much I could, there would be no stopping between my brain and the pen. And this is where it wanted to go today. Hmmm…

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100 Word Challenge – Week 163: Freedom

You know me by the way I hold you in my arms. Carefully, so you don’t fall, but never constricting so that you choke. Within my glow, you grow, but even with backs turned to me, I bear you nothing but the best I can. I feel you shift back and forth between my promise and the fortifying rigidness of my counterpart. Together, we are the world, and the path you walk. Still, that path is not without price, as those who stand with me carry us all on so few boots.

So we will stand tall, because we deserve to. Because we need to. Because we are free.


This week’s entry for the 100 Word Challenge. And it comes in the shadow of a horrific week for a nation. But tragedy brings solidarity, appreciation and a sense of togetherness that can be so lost in this day and age.

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100 Word Challenge -Week 162: Beginnings

I knew today was going to be unlike any other, the way the fresh-falling powder did more than shine, it absolutely beamed. And though it was time to retire, the pine in our modest apartment radiated with life. But most telling of all was her smile, ever present on loving lips, but sealed in silence that desperately wanted to break.

And as I put the decorations away I saw it, delicately ensnared in lights, but brighter than the sun. Two pink lines among the green.

Yukiko turned as cherry as her robe when I turned to her and snatched her for the first of many kisses today.


It’s certainly been a while since I did one of these from Julia’s Place. But a new year brings new everything, and for some that means so much more than just new chances.

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