Five Sentence Fiction – The Blooming Year

In the spring morning, you did not know me, for I did not yet know myself.

As the summer breeze played over us, it lifted your lips into a smile that mine could dance upon.

When the leaves began to fall, your touch grew only warmer to shield us

And the chill of winter could not reach us as two paths became one, united in love

So let the years fall away from the calendar, so long as our hearts are always interlaced.

My entry for this week’s Five Sentence Fiction Challenge. Some of you may guess quickly whose story this is, and if not, that’s okay. Because if you’ve had a year like this, then this is for you.

I hope you all enjoy.

100 Word Challenge – Night Stalker


Welcome to my web, little fly.


I’ve watched you in the dark each night, stumbling and tumbling and looking for hope.


Fear not, poor little dear. Hope is here now. For there is nothing as wonderful as death.


No longer will you stumble all lost and alone. No longer will you be cold, forgotten and broken.


Feel my string wrap your limbs, and swell with the feeling of the inevitable.


There is no escape for you, or for any who have landed in my web.


It will only be painful if you struggle.


My entry for this week’s 100 Word Challenge. Because what you don’t see can in fact hunt you down >:D

I hope you all enjoy. And Happy Halloween!

Five Sentence Fiction – The Feeling of Truth

He canted his wings to see them below, as warm and happy as the golden sun. How much things had changed since he’d first cut through these skies, seeing choking smoke and the sounds of battle and liberation.
“You see that, Cipher? That’s all you, and what you did for them,” his wingman chatted over, no doubt proud of his comrade.

But the Demon Lord could only shake his head, because those smiles below would not save them for what was coming, what they were flying out to meet.

And part two of this week’s Five Sentence Fiction challenge. Because those who have seen the worst parts of what the world can be can sometimes never find their place among those who haven’t.

I hope you all enjoy.

Five Sentence Fiction – The Symbol of Hope

The sound of distant speed pulled his eyes upwards into the blue and the smile to his cheeks. Reaching up with his free hand towards the two sliver streaks, his fingers danced with the two angels above. He wanted to catch them like fireflies and bottle them away, so that they would keep him safe always. He wanted to jump into the clouds and fly with them, to feel the wind in his face and hear the rumbles of thunder grow dimmer behind him.

Most of all, he wanted to be one of them; fearless and brave knights who were never brought down.

Lookie what I found, a new Five Sentence Fiction challenge! It’s been a long time since I was able to be descriptively wordy, but still restrained by a framework of some kind.

I hope you all enjoy.

100 Word Challenge – Mole Hunt

They found it stuffed between lockers, given away by its bright orange even in the emergency lights. Picking it up, the taller man frowned. The material felt like it was supposed to, at least almost. Having worn one for so many years, he knew something was off.

“It’s a fake, and a really good one.” Tycho almost hissed.

Wedge scowled as well. The idea that a mole had burrowed its way into his flyers made his teeth grind, “Any idea on whose?”

Tycho fumbled the uniform in his grip, trying to find something unique about it. “Not with this thing, but we’ll find them.”

And my other take on this week’s 100 Word Challenge. This one took a little longer, mainly because how the scene would unfold, but not who to stab in the back. In the end, I chose the Rogues because they are so tight-knit, and will in turn have the greatest last word…

I hope you all enjoy.

100 Word Challenge – Silk

He had searched high and low to find it, grinning like a fool when he finally found it. The material felt like what he imagined euphoria must feel like, the way it pooled in his hand, yet sparked every nerve in his fingers. He imagined the ways it would dance off her hips the way fire dances in the air. How it would caress her skin as she slipped it on, only for him to tease it back off later.

“Is there something I can help you with, young man?” the seamstress asked him.

Souji had only one question, “Does this come in red?”

And it’s time for another 100 Word Challenge! And just like they did oh so long ago, this one wrote itself in about five seconds once I saw the prompt. And it wants to go a lot father, which you may end up seeing at one point 🙂

I hope you all enjoy.

Five Minute Fiction – Sacrifice

A wise teacher once compared the chaos of battle to the search for harmony in an orchestra. Every section had its piece of the symphony, but had to be controlled with precision and order. In order to complete each movement, there had to be a carefully constructed plan with an omnipresent conductor, else the formation would fall apart.
And at the center of their formation, trying desperately to achieve that harmony, was their conductor, the dreadnaught Trinity. The culmination of human ingenunity and desperation in the face of the Bri’nell. Over the fiery eruptions of Proxima Centauri, the shining sword of mankind and her fleet of a hundred of the bravest warships was to meet the enemy and stop their advance on Sol. It would be messy, bloody and frantic. If the Bri’nell brought the fleet that their intelligence suggested they could field, it would have been a successful stand. Their defeat would be glorious and give humanity that spark they needed to rally on.

Only they brought far more than that.

“…Bomber Squadron Nine has been destroyed! Squadron Twelve, move to engage…”
“…Destroyer Ankara has taken critical damage, reactor breach impending…”
“…enemy artillery focusing on carrier Vahalla! Reporting major damage to hanger section…”
He gripped the railing around the command platform until his knuckles were white. The discord of voices and cacophony of destruction was far more than he’d ever imagined. Even while the stark white of Trinity’s beam turrets cut through approaching enemies and her missile batteries still spewed fire, they just kept on coming. The entire ship shook as their main trump card, the asteroid-busting Tri-Beam Cannon fired again into the heart of the Bri’nell force, creating a second sun’s glow within their ranks. Still, they kept on coming.

“Admiral, we’ve lost Excalibur and the Genbu! Our starboard line is coming apart!” To punctuate the point, two small supernovas lit up brighter than the star they were over as whatever was left of a thousand lives began to plummet to the inferno.
Standing tall, Admiral Kar Rinkasha could think of no other hope for Earth, no other path for his men except the inevitable than one. “Rotate the bow thirty degrees, target the core of the star! Signal all able ships to fall back to Sol perimeter! We’re going to burn their entire fleet with the power of the heavens themselves! And our names will be remembered by who look up at the peaceful night sky!””

Silence fell over the bridge as his crew exchanged surprise. Until that moment, there had been hope, or at least belief in hope. Now, they understood the desperation and the hopelessness of this fight. But fear turned to understanding and resolve, as they swore to their own reasons to become hope for someone else.
“Trinity to Battle Groups Two and Four, set heading one-eight-zero by…”
“All fighters RTB! Repeat, all fighters…!”
“Cancel all rescue shuttles and shunt energy systems into stardrives…”
“Bridge to weapons control, divert power from ventral cannons into Tri-Beam feed…”

He could hear the confusion, the resistance in the voice of his other crews, and he couldn’t blame them. The Admiral had just condemned two thousand people to die in a gamble, and an untested one at that. Yet what was gained by dying here in glory and not ensuring the survival of their homes? If this failed, at least they would make it back to regroup and reform the line.

“Tri-Beam power approaching peak levels, ready to fire in”
“Negative!” Kar announced over everyone. “Hold fire until critical power! We have to get the most out of this shot!”

Trinity rocked and groaned as a small squad of Bri’nell beam frigates focused on her bow, cutting a violet swath of wrecked metal and fire across her face. Ivory beams from the dreadnaught’s cannons bit back once, twice, four times in a moment, taking at least two frigates as payment. Still, under that kind of bombardment, they wouldn’t last long,

“Tri-Beam power now at 25% over maximum, the capacitors and batteries are beginning to melt!” Indeed, lightning and wrath were arcing from the cannon’s focal point, distorting their view of the red star in their path.

May the gods watch over our kin so that they may forgive us… “That will have to do! Lock on and fire!”

So, way back when I first heard of NaNoWriMo, this was the story I started to think about. The last hope of humanity, the sacrifice of what it would take to beat overwhelming odds, and the sword they would need to save the world. And one day, even if it takes me a few more NaNos, this is the one I feel like I will finish.

I hope you all enjoy.


From the Archives – 1000 Words

They say that a picture is worth a thousand words. And for most that might be true. But this one wasn’t like most. It was more than just a photograph taken on a special yet solemn day. Containing eight smiling faces with a well-earned sun on their backs, this picture he held was a testament to everything they had accomplished in but the short span of a year. The fact that he would never have believed such words had they been told to him a year ago made him grin lightly to himself. And to Souji Seta, all that meant it carried much more than a mere thousand words. Sure, words like ‘friendship’, ‘trust’, even ‘love’ tended to repeat themselves behind each of their faces, but each was a different story in its own right.

On his right stood the Magician, the jokester and the all around tender-hearted Youske Hanamura. Like Souji, he had come to the small community of Inaba thanks to his parents’ career. And like Souji, he wasn’t sure what to expect out of such a place, but it certainly didn’t include the adventures and pain they had shared. Seta knew that the loss of Saki-senpai to the Midnight Channel still ate away at Youske sometimes, and it was hard for him to acknowledge just how much it did until Souji pushed the issue. But together, they had faced both the need to belong and the want to share such limited time on earth with those who mean the most, finally cultivating their friendship in an all-out brawl. The grey-capped transfer student could still feel the solid left hook that the shaggy brunette knife-wielder had slugged him with, and it made him smile just a bit more. Though he had to wonder, now that Hanamura had come this far out of his shell, just when he would finally admit his feelings for another in their group.  It was as obvious as the sun was bright, and he knew Youske could be just as caring, given the chance.

In front of the Junes heir stood perhaps the most energetic, most curious and certainly most innocent Star he’d ever seen. The bright haired, blue-eyed wonder had started as the most unusual of creature; a talking bear-suit, and a cute one at that. When they had first encountered him inside the TV, none of them were sure what to make of it, or it of them even. In fact, it went so far as to accuse them of the very crimes he and Youske had sworn to derail, nursing the seeds of their merry band. Yet he seemed to be just as inquisitive about Souji’s world as he was about himself. But more than that, he was as determined as he was probing, always cheering on his ‘Sensei’ and the rest of them, ready to sacrifice his fuzzy fur for them if need be, especially in the quest of scoring with one of the ladies among the crew. And that unbeatable will, combined with such innocent curiosity combined into the personification in the greatest questions in any man’s heart. Which made him more than just another Shadow like the ones they fought, it made Teddie a friend, an ally and certainly unforgettable.

On Seta’s left was the Emperor, seamster, and all-around rebel, Kanji Tatsumi. Just the way he looked radiated the strength and temper he possessed, but Souji understood why. After all, men are supposed to be good with their hands, but not good with a needle and thread. And so Kanji had put on a very stern front, to protect both himself and others from the truth. And after a long drawn out battle with the blonde’s inner self, Seta had found that lost bit of innocence and longing for acceptance and pulled it into view. With a little encouragement and a strong bit of determination, Tatsumi had faced what he was afraid of, and now was helping pull in much more business for his mother’s textile shop, all the while ready to crash his fists through anything that stood against them. But like Youske, this tall blonde badass was still at odds with his own desires when concerned with another of their party. It was only a matter of time before he overcame any remaining shyness left in his core and came clean to his own feelings to one so special to him. Souji had a funny feeling that Kanji would blurt it out eventually, but wondered who else would be involved in that little ploy.

And that member that was pulling on Kanji’s heartstrings was oddly enough just on the opposite side of his reach in this moment in history. The Detective ‘Prince’, the epitome of Fortune, and perhaps the most modest of them all, young Naoto Shirogane. She had come to them like the expert sleuth she was, hunting for clues on a mystery that seemed to defy logic itself. But like Kanji, her own insecurities began to seep into the mix, so she seemed to draw in closer still, until Souji had found that weakness and faced it with her, awakening Naoto to the simple fact that being a woman didn’t matter as long as she was true to herself. Perhaps that had touched off a spark, for when he was forced to board the home-bound train, she had jokingly decided to go home with him. Even if she recanted that, Seta had to wonder just how they would have meshed. Both were a bit reserved, but the eloquence she spoke with and the way the lighter blue of her eyes mixed well with the deeper cerulean of her hair made the pair of them a bit of a contrasting match. But since was variety not the spice of life?

Standing with a smile in the middle of them all was the dark-blonde warrior, worthy of the Chariot she commanded. Chie Satonaka, pupil of every martial arts master from Bruce Lee to Van-Damne and with an equal affinity for sweet red meat. She was the first one to reach out to Souji when he had started Yasogami High and had slowly weaned him into the ways of country life. But that was just the way she was, always the protector, the shepard. As valiant as she was agile, but not exactly the best with the books. Still, she was never discouraged, even while sharing her fighting styles with him at the river’s bank. Sure, she was and always would be a tomboy at heart, but she’d grown to accept that with his help, letting go of some of the jealousy she carried for those who were graced with softer beauty. Still, they had grown quite close indeed, sharing many lunches on the high school rooftop or memories of long ago after trying their best to beat down their training target. Souji was pretty sure she and Youske were bound to be together though. The ways they bickered and denied the possibility were too natural and sometimes too annoying to ignore.

Beside her, wrapping up her senpai in a tight hug around her was the idol, the outspoken, the Lover, Rise Kujikawa. Of all the places one could take to get away from show-business and fame, Rise had come to Inaba, centerstage of its own murder mystery. So it was unfortunate that instead of peace, she found herself a target to be rescued by Souji and crew. Perhaps it was due to simple gratitude that she was close to him whenever she could be, but there was more to it than that. The way she was tired of everyone else just seeing her idol self ‘Risette’ would grind on anyone, so he had pushed that aside and focused on the person behind the name. Even when her manager had come back to drag her back onto the stage, she’d bluntly refused, concocting a quick while lie about the fact she and Seta were soon to be married. It stunned the hell out of him, but he played along without a second thought, as much to her gratitude as to his curiosity. After that was when she had really begun to play at the idea of them being together. And he had to admit, Rise’s sheer cute factor was enough to melt a man, but the sweeter, more honest side she had shown to them is what really got him wondering.

Finally standing far left, there was the Priestess. The soft-spoken, quirky and devoted heiress of the Amagi Inn, Yukiko Amagi. She was the team’s first victory, their first successful rescue from the Midnight Channel and the horrors of the TV world. Both her nature and her resounding beauty in her dark, flowing hair and shimmering eyes leant her to being a target to many a lustful man, yet none stood a chance against the Amagi Challenge, not even Youske. But Souji had not fallen for such a tasteless trend and instead pushed past that, brushing into the weight she bore along with her name, and the self-chained burden she tied to herself because she relied on her friends more often that she wanted. Yukiko and Chie were usually inseparable, which benefited both their strengths very well, but as they grew closer, it was Souji that she came to more and more. Until finally, at the town shrine and likely in full view of the fox that lived there, Seta finally admitted to her that he really liked her. It was a gamble, and a mighty one at that. For failure would mean that he would have been the next victim of the Amagi Challenge and drifted into awkward silence.

Thankfully it was just the spark that was needed for Yukiko to look inside her heart and see who had taken root there. The person that occupied more and more of her time and thoughts, the hands she had wanted to be slowly enveloped in. What followed after that could only be described as the word bliss. Souji didn’t realize it could happen so fast or pack such a punch, but love tends to affect more than just those who share such an intimate bond. Naturally, it wasn’t long before the rest of the group noticed and gave their approval, agreeing to keep the news as subtle as possible. As it were possible to hide the smile on his face or the cherry in her cheeks as their fingers intertwined or their lips softly connected for the first time or anytime after. The time they had spent together could make time stand still. From sampling Yukiko’s cooking trials to the cherished and intimate comfort that was Christmas Day, Seta was certain that he knew where his life was pointing him.

And as a bearer of the World, he would not dare disappoint its core.

So, this is a little something I had stowed away deep in the depths of an old hard drive. And I’m feeling nostalgic as heck. So, why not dip into the good feels for something that brought me much joy.

I hope you all enjoy.

Five(ish) Minute Fictions -Crossing Paths

The pulsing red strobe in the cockpit lit the blurs of the passing stars with a sense or suspense. His hand balled into a fist and cracked, aching for the throttle and the command to go. “Omega Leader to bridge, what’s our ETA to the Beta Omicron Field?”
“Omega Leader, system arrival in fifteen seconds,…mark! Standby for deployment and Fortress Mode lockdown.”
Lt Ryan Cooper nodded internally, matching his own count with that report. It was a maneuver they had practiced often. As soon as their carrier, the U.S.S. Typhon shuddered into sublight speeds, his Valkyries would have ten seconds to launch at most before layers of armor plating cocooned the starship in its defensive stance. He inhaled a deep breath to study his pulse, and released as the warp steam faded away so that the starship didn’t smash headlong into an asteroid or a dozen.

“Omega Squad, launch and form by pairs!” Answering words with actions, his impulse engines hummed to a near-whine as he rocketed out of the docking bay in a tight rolling turn to form up on the nose of their carrier. Besides him, Omega 2 slipped in seamlessly to his side in her Mk. III. And just as they had practiced a thousand times over, the formation was complete well before those last shields linked to close the Typhon. Four sleek Mk. III Vindication-class took point, with Cooper at the lead. Behind them, ten Mk. II Valor-class attackers blossomed out from port and starboard to find their partners. Finally, twelve Mk I Valkyries covered the rear to begin their duties.

Typhon to Omega Squad, no sign of the U.S.S. Tbilisi on long or short range sensors, but there’s a lot of decaying energy readings. Begin search pattern Delta-2 while we analyze.”
“Acknowledged. All ships, keep close to your wings,” the lead pilot ordered as they divided their numbers to enter the field of celestial leftovers. Ryan had a feeling this was going to be a long look for a needle in a haystack, as an Excelsior-class starship doesn’t just disappear without help.

“Thoughts, lead?” his wingman posed over a private channel.
“Hard to say, Two. But I’ve got a bad feeling about…”

Typhon to all fighters! Subspace wave inbound, estimate size one capital ship! Arrival time is thirty seconds! Assume combat alert!” the carrier controller practically yelled to them, causing every fighter to come about and prepare. Cooper’s hand twitched over the trigger of his torpedo launcher. Though he did not see what he expected, when the smooth curves and coral skin of a Mon Calamari MC80 heavy cruiser thunder into view. Still, at almost three times the size of the Typhon, even a friend could be intimidating.

A feeling made colder by what had arrived with it, all forty-eight of them. A loose formation of one X-Wing, one Y-Wing, one A-Wing and one B-wing squadron, sweeping under their starship like a school of obedient sharks, broke away in different directions. Even if their snubfighters did not assume attack positions, they all still came in with their shields at full power.

“Omega Lead to squad, stand down to Yellow alert and reform on the Typhon. They might be responding to the distress call from the Tbilisi as well.” Ryan called out, and switched his main comm channel over to the same one their carrier was using to listen in.
“This is Commander Worf of the Typhon. Identify yourself,” challenged their starship’s captain, and the only Klingon in Starfleet.

“This is Captain Horak Zo’rah of the New Republic cruiser Mon Aurora. We are investigating the destruction of one of our ships in this system. Are you here to lend assistance?” That was not the answer Cooper was hoping for, or even expected.

“Negative, Captain. We are also investigating the disappearance of one of our starships in this sector.” Worf clarified.

“Understood Typhon. Might I suggest combined search operations to cover more ground? It would allow quicker coverage of this space.”

The lead pilot could picture their Commander scowling at that idea, but it was a good move diplomatically. “Agreed. Our science stations will relay data to yours. Have your fighters switch to our channel for coordination with Omega Squad.”

The Republic cruiser confirmed, and their starfighters broke formation again, this time into similar pairs. “All right, looks like we have help today…” Ryan muttered to himself before piping in over the comms “This is Omega One, we’re moving into a search pattern if you wanted to shadow us.”

Responding to his request was a voice that filled him with intimidation and admiration, “This is General Antilles, Red Leader. Prefer a more cooperative pattern than just acting as a shadow. We’ll form with you by pairs and move out.”

Would it surprise you to know that, at some point in their history, Star Trek decided they need fighter jocks too? It sure did me, but it was an amazing adventure.So naturally, it was only a matter of time before I brought them together, if only it could be under happier circumstances…

I hope you all enjoy.

100 Word Challenge – Access Denied

It was a fifty-fifty chance, coming home tonight as drunk as he was. The lights were off, no one had been waiting for him. As poorly as he walked to the door, emotions and words slurred together into a sad conglomeration. Would they be there at all, or had she finally given up? Was their last fight even real, or another whiskey fueled nightmare? What was the straw that would break her back? Was this even real anymore?

Then the lock clicked and told him everything he needed to know. This wasn’t home anymore, just a house he once knew.

And, just like the olden days, a single prompt inspires two separate ideas at once. And also like the old days, they couldn’t be more opposing.

I hope you all enjoy.