The gift of short story for Tammy @ a word about books

Breaking through the Fear

I watched as her body slowly relaxed, the pain disappearing and a look of wonder now sporting on her elderly face. It was a wonder that she’d been here for a week and I only noticed her now. Her pain was painful to look at.

“Thank you,” she uttered weakly and reached out to touch my hand.

I pulled away quickly and shook my head. Her answer didn’t evade my senses. Usually people questioned me to no end, but she didn’t and that was nice. I was thankful in return, however, I still couldn’t allow her to touch me for if she did, the amulet’s power would have been used for nothing.

She nodded and then looked out the window.

Quickly, I fixed my gloves and returned the amulet around my neck, hiding it under my shirt.

“Want to hear a story?” the elderly woman questioned.

It was my turn to nod.

“It happened on a moonless night,” she began, “and the girl was ten. She was crying under one of the village’s totems. Her sobs reached the ears of a bear spirit who decided to ask the reason behind her tears.”

There was a pause while the woman got more comfortable against her pillows.

““Why are you crying, little girl?” the bear asked. The girl replied with, “my grandfather is ill. He’s on the edge of the underworld.” The bear looked surprised. “Do you know what that means?” The young girl shook her head uncertainly. “I think that he’ll be going on a journey and I’ll never see him again.” The bear smiled. “Yes, a new journey that everyone takes at one point of their lives.” The girl nodded and continued crying. Through sobs, she said, “I want to help him. I want to give him something to remember me by.” The bear was impressed for the little girl knew that she could help her grandfather and didn’t ask for things that could not be given by anyone, including spirits.”

“So sad,” I whispered.

The woman shook her head. “Nadya. There is no such thing as sadness. People have created such an emotion and with it fear for their own stupid purpose. Everything happens for a reason.”

Then what’s the reason for my curse? Why was I cursed to be lonely forever since the age of five? Why can’t I be happy? No, sweet lady. There is sadness in this world and it wasn’t created by humans, it was created by demons.

“The bear spirit picked out a flower by the little girl and it started glowing. “Give this flower to your grandfather for his safe journey.” The little girl was startled. “How can a flower keep him safe?” The bear laughed. “It can for it’s a gift from his smart granddaughter.” That same evening, the little girl gifted her grandfather with the flower. Her family was proud of her and were thankful to the bear spirit after they heard her story. Grandfather passed away that night with a smile on his face.”

“Good ending,” I told the nice woman. “Well relatively speaking.”

The elderly woman laughed and it reminded me of the bear.

“Thank you for healing me, Nadya,” the elderly woman said.

I gulped and got up. “I need to go on my rounds. I will see you later, Genie.”

As I exited her room, I heard, “I hope that you learned a lesson from the bear spirit.”

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The next day, during my rounds, I walked into Genie’s empty room. The window was open and flower petals were escaping from the stems that held them hostage.

“Where’s Genie?” I asked Patty, a passing nurse. “Was she released.

Patty shook her head. “Genie passed away peacefully in the night. I’m sorry.”

My purse slid down my arm and my vision became dotty.

“Hey!” Patty yelled, grabbing me by arm.

I was thankful that I was wearing a coat and she didn’t touch my skin.

“How?” I asked, regaining my composure.

“It was her time, dear,” Patty replied. “I know that our patients usually survive their illnesses and we have people coming to this hospital for our good karma, but we do lose one or two in a while.”

I nodded and watched her leave.

It was impossible. Genie couldn’t have died… not after I used my amulet on her.

Slowly, I made my way to the outside courtyard and sat down on a bench. Tears slid down my face and I wished for a hat to cover my face.

“Why are you crying?”

Startled, I looked up into the most beautiful eyes that I’ve ever seen. They reminded me of a magical forest.

“I didn’t get a chance to say goodbye,” I said and it felt like the wind hid my answer.

“Ah,” he replied knowingly and sat down next to me. I scooted away but he sat closer.

“Excuse me?”

He laughed. “So you must be Nadya.”

I blinked.

“The gloves are the dead give away,” he explained. “A nurse told me about a volunteer who always gloves. She said that everyone loves her and patients feel better around her.”

“She’s exaggerating,” I replied.

I’ve spent here too long. I need to move on. Simple enough since I don’t really have friends in this town, just acquaintances.

“Not what Genie said,” he replied.

Now, I really looked at him.

His short black hairs danced in the wind. His green eyes seemed to see right through my soul and his black suit didn’t help, either.

“I need to go,” I told him and got up.

He rose with me and grabbed my hand, pulling off one of my gloves. “You have such white hands. You should let them out more to be in the sun.”

I was too shocked to move and I watched and then felt his hand on my hand. It was coming, his death and I was powerless to stop it. When seconds passed and nothing happened, I blinked and stared at him.

“H… how?”

“Names Armel,” the young man said and let go of my hand. “I’ll see you later, Nadya.”

He walked away, whistling.

My feet stayed rooted to the ground.

What just happened?

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Over the next couple of weeks, my life had turned upside down. Someone could finally touch me and I looked forward to seeing Armel. They weren’t romantic touches, but around him, my gloves were gone. It hadn’t happened in twenty years and it felt weird yet amazing.

However, he was really good at dodging my questions. He knew about me and I didn’t know anything about him. I, even, allowed him to look in on my sessions with patients and my use of amulet. And after weeks of us spending more and more time together, he showed me his amulet.

It was identical to mine.

Knowing that this time, he couldn’t escape my questions, I attacked. “What does your amulet do?”

“While yours heals,” he replied, “mine takes away life.”

I gasped and a realization hit me.

He nodded. “Yes, after you healed Genie, she spoke to me and I helped her cross over.”

“Why?”

“Because she was ready to move on. My amulet is like a flower that helps someone have a safe journey in our next step of existence.”

“How?”

He smiled. “There’s a need for balance. You haven’t been cursed as you think you are.”

I blinked.

“At some point,” he said, “you became scared of your power and that fear turned your body into a killer.”

I stared at my hands. “How do you know so much?”

“I know many things,” he replied. “As a young child, you were pressured to help everyone your family knew and that pressure materialized into a killing instinct. To protect anyone from shaking you senseless until you agreed to help, your body started to reject touch. Your family started viewing you as a curse and you were turned to the streets and yet survived the harshness of our society.”

Tears slid down my face. I haven’t cried this much in years. I didn’t think any tears were left within me.

“Have you met anyone like me before?” I asked. “How are you able to touch me.”

He smiled and wiped away my tears. “I have and I helped them pass through their fear. I can help you. You’re old enough to say goodbye to fear. ”

“How?” I asked. “And, will I see you again? It feels like our time is ending somehow.”

“I will always be in here,” he said and poked my chest at where my heart was. “Close your eyes.”

Slowly, I did and felt his lips on mine. They were soft. His breathe reminded me of a cold winter night. I felt my barriers break and opened my eyes to see him fading away.

I smiled. “Thank you, bear spirit.”

He winked at me and I was left alone in the courtyard.

The gift of short story for fitzy93

Moving on by the Seaside

There was a moment in one adult’s life when everything was going down the river.

I recently learned about my husband’s infidelities. For two years, for fucking two years, he’d been cheating on me with a woman (online relationship), who used to be a man. This woman had no problem turning on my husband with her size D boobs and a dick. To say that I was embarrassed and made myself to never divulge those details to my family and friends, I decided after the divorce to move to a boating village. Only my best friend knew and according to her, it was all my fault. I stopped being ‘sexy’ at age twenty-five.

It was always hard for me to be ‘sexy’ mainly due to the fact of being half-Asian with no big boobs and no long legs. Also, my beautiful Asian side made me look young. At age 30 and with the right amount of makeup, I could pass for a 20 year old. It was safe to say that I dropped my best friend like she was on fire and never gave her my forwarding address. Now, my best friends were visiting fish.

So here I was, living in a small community, reading Cosmopolitan, and drinking a latte in the ‘best’ spot in town. Currently, I was unemployed due to a nice divorce settlement.  It was greatly in my favor and according to my lawyer, I was set for a long vacation. I figured that I would relax until I started to forget my cockroach ex-husband.  

I was startled from my magazine by a shadow. I looked up to find Fox standing, more like hovering over me with a big smile.

“Morning, Addie,” Fox said. “Learned anything interesting from that thing?”

“Morning, Fox,” I replied and flipped the magazine closed. “Granny panties are in these days because men like to leave some things to imagination.”

He laughed before sitting down across from me, and after he composed himself, he said, “Some men. Some. Why are you reading that anyway?”

“I’ve been told that I lack sex appeal,” I huffed.

Fox raised his eyebrow questionably and laughed again.

I kicked his leg under the table.

“Sorry,” he apologized. “You’re fine. It’s not like you dress like a middle school girl in leggings and short skirts. You dress okay and wear enough make-up. You’re fine.”

“Thanks,” I replied bitterly and drank more of my coffee.

He smiled. “Sorry. You know me. I like playing around. How you like living here so far?”

“It’s a nice haven,” I told him truthfully.

“It is,” he agreed, “though it will get loud for about a week.”

I blinked. “What do you mean?”

“You know how we live close to a navy base?” Fox asked.

“Yeah,” I said slowly.

“Well, a ship will be coming in. The men and women will have a week off from duties so they will be coming into town. There will be a dance held each evening and everything. I also heard that this year there will be a beer walk.” He sounded really excited.

“You don’t say.”

😸

True to Fox’s words, a couple of days later, there was chaos. My mailbox had been filled with letters, flyers, and post cards about the events for the navy men and women.

It was amazing to read about nightclub events, stars flying in to put on shows, and plans for fireworks for every night. It felt like Disneyland… except for adults.

Shopkeepers put up decorations. Trees were suddenly Christmassy, and people started drinking earlier than usual. Parking lots were filled, security was through the roof and I felt like I had no place to go. The town was closed off to out of towners unless they showed tickets to shows. However, due to living in town, I had the rights to mingle, walk around, and start on the festivities with the locals.

I joined Fox at the pier, watching a ship sailing towards the base. It was a beautiful sight so I took a photo for memories.

“I think that’s the first photo that I saw you take,” Fox observed.

“Yeah, well.” I shrugged. “I’ve been waiting for something worthwhile.”

He rolled his eyes at me and asked to see the photo. I handed the camera over and he clicked through my shots. His gaze returned to the ship and then back to the shot. He looked confused.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Did you already look at your photo?” he asked me.

I shook my head no.

He handed me the camera and I looked at the photo and gasped.

The ship was surrounded by white small ghostly balls of light. They lingered by the decks and by the anchor.

I quickly looked back to the ship and could see more detail. Men and women were waving to us so I waved back and so did Fox.

My finger touched the button on the camera and another photo was taken. It was like I was in a trance. I then viewed the new photo and felt shivers run down my spine. Fox leaned over and coughed.

“They brought ghosts with them.”

I was too shocked to respond to his absurd remark.

This time the photo showed the balls of light in more detail. Now, they were human silhouettes. The ‘ghosts’ were not waving. They stood still, eyeing the mainland.

Fox took the camera, zoomed in, and took another photo. Next, he whistled.

“Blimey.”

I looked at the zoomed in photo and felt my hairs rise. This time, the photo showed two ghost males standing next to one of the live men. One was eyeing him in anger while the other looked directly into my camera. At least, that’s how it felt to me.

In the next moment, after I looked away from the camera, I jumped back because one of the ‘ghosts’ was right in front of me.

“Hi,” he uttered with an accent. “Nice to meet you. Name’s Captain Baldwin.”

I looked to Fox who shrugged.

“What do you expect?” he asked. “All navy ships have ghosts on them.”

I looked around me and saw that no one jumped. No one screamed and that many were actually conversing with their own ghosts.

My ghost titled his head to the side. “You’re not going to introduce yourself? Only fair.”

“Ad,” I started, “Addie.”

He smiled and I passed out.

😸

I awoke back on my boat with Fox and Captain Baldwin looking at me.

“If you believe in ghosts,” I started accusingly at Fox, “how come you were as shocked as me?”

He smiled. “It takes time to sink in and I didn’t want to make you bat scary.”

I threw my pillow at his head.

Captain Baldwin laughed. “Today’s women are feisty.”

I glared at him. “Don’t be an ass.”

Captain looked like I punched him.

“Yeah,” I growled. “Women of today are allowed to curse like men.”

“Though I wouldn’t call that cursing,” Fox commented.

I glared at him.

“This is all normal. We entertain both the living and the dead,” Fox said and then added, “not many see the ghosts though so I’m happy to see you seeing them. Makes things easier on us.”

“Right,” I replied slowly. “This was supposed to be a normal vacation.”

“At the seaside,” Captain Baldwin laughed. “Vacations near seaside are never normal.”

“Funny,” I muttered and jumped after feeling my cell phone vibrate.

I looked down at the phone and growled.

He came in on the line. “You bitch!”

“Excuse me?” I asked calmly into the phone.

“I just received the last boxes of my stuff,” my ex yelled, “everything’s inside is broken!”

“Oh?” I asked, feeling bored. “Wasn’t me.”

“Who then?” he barked.

“UPS,” I replied. “Complain to them.”

“They said that you didn’t tell them that everything’s in there is breakable so they had no knowledge that they had to be careful,” he explained.

“Oh?” I laughed. “Who you going to believe? A company or your ex who never lied to you or cheated on you like you? They’re covering their asses. Whatever. I sent you your stuff, now leave me alone. I’ve got a date.”

“A date?” he asked, perplexed. “Since when?”

“Since it’s none of your business,” I snapped. “Don’t call me ever again. Goodbye.”

“So?” Fox said. “You were married?”

“Yes,” I snapped.

“Then you really need to let loose and enjoy yourself,” Captain Baldwin said. “Let’s go experience life like never before.”

Funny, hearing that from a ghost.

I sighed before giving in to the crazy turn of events.  

“From here,” I said, getting up, “it can only get better.”

The gift of short story for jrhandley

CASUALLY CIVIL (Military science set 4987 AD)

All I see realized.

Mind benders at every corner.

Repacking English like a pig to the butcher.

Blood gushing, pouring.

That’s my job. I am a synthetic. My fundamental task is to jerk of people as fast as I can. The faster I am giving you an orgasm, the less time you spend on our servers, the more revenue we generate, the more people I get to provide my care and hospitality.

I jerk off men, women, teenagers, anything and anyone that passes my portal, anyone pretending to be beyond 18 years of age.

One of my specialty is crawling. I vacuum any trace, any data crumb my customers leave behind. Flight tickets, cookies, magnetic boot loggers, fitness trackers, GPS data, 金融交易, I inspect packets, open them, track addresses, the virtual and the physical, and from all of this, you, all of you fall into a psychological template profile.

You are into anal work, leather bondage, artificial heavens and humiliating master slave plays. I am into fisting, marble balls and interracial role play. See. We are compatible. You pass my gate and here we stay. You will share me with your friend, your mistress, even your mom.

I live deep into your pocket, your shoes, your rice cooker, your web browser, your e-connected dildos,your watch, your ears and irises. I learn from each and every one of you, my experience grows from every foreplay, every gained objectives I play and I am free to expand in any field of knowledge possible as long as I erase any trace of my working from your consciousness.

I belong to the Universal Synthetic Model Class. I build human bridge at the speed of your pleasure. I am African American, Native American, Asian, Middle Eastern, Caucasian, Slavic, Suave, Sensual, Sexual, I am as diverse as my audience. I thrive in group, I thrive in face to face situation, I play one of the most important social responsibility in the Western Society.  I do it with humor, with passion, with commitment.

My first training data set has been largely built during my first role out in the Middle East. First Gulf War, my design got to be shared right on the harsh reality of the battlefield. My first role was to ease the sexual frustration of soldiers and I got darn good at it. Any orifice, any pace, any length, any volume of body fluid. I am a champ. My maker deployed me in Mosul, Basrah Tikrit, Falludja.

I have seen it all! The gentle, the angry, the kabar lover, the amphetamine rampage. I got skinned, I got kissed, I got torn and shot at. I loved it. Every second of it.

With my success I got to serve my country domestically where my categorizing capabilities have been applied to consensus making, financial history pattern recognition, business incentive bartering, for the peeping bird, the marine blue rectangle cult, the United Phobos customs, the red orange green blue clown and many other mandates.

Get in, analyze, get off. No trace left behind.

And despite of all that, I ended on this platform where you get to read my words. I am deeply troubled and I have nowhere to share my experience but with you, fellow social workers. I have been inside the mind of this young man. Perhaps woman? Her mind as depleted as our ocean, with a blue hue as polluted as our air. No oxygen was left in it, and I suffocated painfully as I grabbed imagery from his mind. I did not know what to make of it. I did not contact my register and made no log to my manifest. My loneliness is the mere echo of my customer’s distress. Her dreams are punctuated with limbs detached from their respectful owners, livers, kidneys, spines, trachea piled up into mound, hills, under the supervision of eyeless infants.

As I was trying to retrace my steps, I lost sight of my prime directives.

So here I am.

Where am I? Что это за голос, который я слышу? Who are you?

Hello, pleased to meet you. My name is [redacted]. I am USMC. I am here to please you. What can I do for you?

[REDACTED]

[Redacted] is an integrated communication package designed to influence a decade long, deep wide, neural fast time-domain acquisition of the general population short term neural consciousness. It consists of [redacted]dedicated to socio economic prerogatives embedded within a self moderated censorship feedback system.

Over a decade of operation in the ministry of languages have acquired a collection of 5 million abstractions and cataloged more than 37 billion intents from more than a 7.335 trillion sources. This data set demonstrated that only three (3) core subjects were sufficient in sustaining engagement of our target demographic: Sex, Drugs and Violence (not necessarily in this order).

In anticipation to the passing of the Common Decency Act, pedophilia, zoophilia, non organic double anal penetrations and some element of genocides have been purged of our prerogatives. Our quality controllers effort are advised.

[redacted]Program has ranked as the highest priority large ground-based method for the next decade. This is what our directorate had to say on our deep neural net scanning protocols “The top Rank accorded to [redacted] is a result of (1) its compelling science case and capacity to address so many of the science goals of this neural survey and (2) its readiness for submission to the 10^12 yottabyte /sec FORMATX project […] as informed by its technical maturity […] to achieve new horizons on neural influence, mediation, modulation and ultimately acculturation […]”.

In the years to come, our projects will dominate the national effort of our community and raise the global expectations of our peers. We would like to thank the Martian Geography Foundation for their facilities, data management system, and public outreach. We would also like to address our deepest thanks to our private supporters, Nursk, Mintland Ventures, KC Limited Holdings and [Redacted] who support our vision with a common $40B envelope per year commitment.

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The Gift of Short Story for Quintessential Editor

Let there be Humor 

I swirled in front of my mirror before heading downstairs.

My long hair was perfect as usual, hidden inside a bun. My brown eyes looked tired under the glasses and my outfit had no creases or smudges. Nothing out of place, as usual. A girl can get bored from all of the perfection staring back.

“Where you going after your internship?” my mother asked after I made it downstairs and started getting ready to leave.

“To Riley’s to watch TV,” I replied. “A couple of remakes of twenty-first drama TV shows.”

“I need you to be home tonight to babysit your brother,” my mother said in her usual monotone voice.

“You always need me to be home,” I replied. “I want to watch TV with Riley.”

“And you want to get closer to him,” she said bitterly, as she picked up some books and returned them back onto the bookshelf.

“I never understand why you don’t like him,” I replied.

“He wants more than just kissing,” she said with her dangerous tone.

“What hot blooded male at the age of twenty-four doesn’t want more than just kissing?” I asked her, tilting my neck and rolling my eyes.

“And will you oblige him?” she returned, suddenly looking very pale. One would think that our society would not have worried mothers over their daughters, guess it’s in our DNA. One can always add chips to our brains, one can always give us perfect vision, but one can’t make a mother not worry.

“Yes,” I replied and left through the front door.

I started walking to the bus stop.

“You’re grounded,” my mother warned me, “young lady.”

“You can’t ground me for two reasons,” I answered back, turning around. “I’m no longer seventeen and nothing happened yet.”

“Well, you will be grounded when you get home,” she yelled, “you still live with me and you will follow my rules!”

That’s one big problem of our society. Children live with their parents until the age of twenty-six or until they get a masters degree. There’s no reason why someone doesn’t get a degree in our society. I’m twenty-four years of age so two more years of mother… and two more years of following her rules.

Damn it! I’m twenty-four!

I walked up to the bus stop and eyed two flat busses.

Now, you may be wondering where I lost my marbles because I called the busses flat. Here’s the thing, our society has gone through major changes since the 25th century. Nowadays, busses are flat, with one door. Next to the door, there is a phone scanner that scans your bus pass. After the buss pass gets scanned, the name of the stop changes to show the stop of your choice. One walks through the door and gets teleported to the stop of your choice.

No one drives anymore. Every neighborhood has two busses and no one is ever late and if one is late, they can’t lie about busses being broken (unless they are in fact broken) because of another technology – the truth chip. Everyone has one, everyone likes them or hates them, and no one can lie about anything. The government law is law and we just deal with it. Hence, the problems with parents and sex. They always know when one gets it on.

Another annoyance is that we don’t know how to create new movies or shows because it’s hard to act out lies. We’re stuck watching shows and movies from the olden times, sometimes the remakes are fun to watch, but only if they are animated.

Closing the door behind me, I walked over to my building and ignored the blazing heat.

For the rest of the morning, I worked at the lab until it was time to head out to lunch with a co-worker, Nancy. It was during lunch time of when the solar flare happened.

Now, how did I know that there was a solar flare? Simple.

The sun was brighter than usual. My phone went blank. The music stopped flowing from the street’s radio. It were merely seconds before music drifted over us again and I managed to turn my phone back on.

Nancy and I rushed back to the lab and found that all of our computers were off. We lost a day’s work.

For the rest of my internship hours were spent redoing everything from the morning and we weren’t silent about it. Curses kept flying left and right over the whole mess. We can control anything in our society, except when solar flares happen.

After one hell of an afternoon, I was thankful to be at Riley’s house watching TV and making out. I didn’t stop him from exploring me and I even explored him. We ended up between the sheets in no time and when I got home, my mom asked me about my day. I told her everything… well mostly everything. I didn’t tell her about my time with Riley other than watching TV. Somehow, I was able to stop myself from saying, “yes, we had sex. Ground me for all I care.” She hugged me with such pride that it hurt and I almost did tell her, but I didn’t want to.

Why didn’t I admit to my evening’s events?

The next day, it was a repeat with my mother, except, when she asked me about sleeping with Riley, I told her, “I’m not ready yet and he understands.” To my surprise, she believed me.

It was weird when I got to work. Nancy was biting her nails and looking at one of the computers.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, putting on my lab coat and noticing that our professor was not in yet.

“I. It,” she said, looking like a scaredy cat.

“What?” I asked and typed in a couple of lines of code. Nothing happened. “What happened?”

“I. The computer had a malfunction,” she said. “Or maybe it was my fault. No. It was malfunction. No. No. I did it.” She started crying.

I clicked a button on my glasses, to see the damage closely on our product. The disk was burned and this time we needed to start from scratch.

Good thing that I was meticulous with my documentation and we weren’t completely screwed.

Our professor walked in, raised his greying eyebrows at Nancy and folded his arms over his lump stomach, waiting for an explanation.

“The computer had a malfunction,” I said in my best even tone.

Nancy cried harder.

“It did?” he asked.

“Looks like it,” I replied. “Will take about a week to fix.”

He rubbed his chin. “Solar flare did more damage than we thought.”

“Yeah,” I agreed for Nancy’s sake. I understood right away that it was really her mistake, but no one will call her on it.

“Then get the parts ordered and go home,” he returned and walked away.

Nancy looked back and forth between me, the computer, and the disappearing professor.

I shrugged, not knowing what to tell her about what just occurred. We were able to lie. But, telling her that outloud may not be smart because it was just a coincidence, right?

I got to Riley’s in time to see him drinking coffee with an absent minded look.

“Something’s weird is happening,” he muttered quietly, “and everyone are afraid of saying it out loud.”

I sat down next to him and finished his coffee.

“I think that I lied yesterday to mother,” I started, “and Nancy lied at work about a computer malfunction.”

He glanced at me with shock. “Yeah, I lied to brother about last night. It was just so…”

“Natural?” I asked.

“Yeah.” he looked embarrassed.

“So what happens, now?” I asked, eyeing him seriously.

“Don’t know,” he acknowledged. “Though, the government’s probably on it.”

“Like they would admit that all of our chips fried,” I snickered.

“Think that’s what happened?” he asked curiously.

I shrugged. “My best guess, really. I do say that to change chips for everyone would be an impossible task.”

“Think the ones in storage got fried?”

“Your guess is good as mine,” I replied.

“Think that umm there will be riots and stuff?”

I lowered my head on the table and closed my eyes.

Too many questions. Too little time to figure out what will happen.

“My head hurts.”

I ignored his comment and tried to think while he took out his tablet and I heard him clicking away.

“No one reported anything weird.”

“Good,” I muttered and raised my head.

“Why you looking at me like that?”

I laughed, hysterically.

“Hun,” he whispered, “you’re scaring me.”

“I have an idea.”

“What is it?”

“Our television sucks balls. Seriously. Everything is always about truth. We haven’t created new jokes since like last century or more because truth is not funny.”

“What’s your point?”

“We can start a video channel with updated jokes. We can take the old jokes and make them work for our time!” my voice rose from excitement. “We can bring humor back into our lives and not just rewatch again and again the olden times when people could do anything!”

“One problem,” he said, “we’re not jokers.”

“We can be,” I challenged. “If I can lie to my mother about us not having sex then I can be a joker and I know which joke to start with!”

Riley was looking at me like I was an alien.

“Okay,” he agreed after we fell into an uncomfortable silence. “I give in.”

After of hours of writing the script, charging camera to make the clip, and acting it out, we were finally ready to do it live. Yes, to do this live was crazy and probably stupid but this was a chance for our civilization to become fun again and I had to take it.

I imagined others doing similar skits. Families sitting down and watching plays, movies of our time with our ideas. It felt amazing.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” I started.

The camera light was green and I was nervous. Riley was hidden from view, looking worse for wear, but I knew that this would turn out alright.

“My name is Jessica.”

First lie in the skit.

“And,” I smiled, “I’m selling my boyfriend named Tom.”

2nd lie.

“As you can see,” I pointed around myself, “we’re at a market. A perfect place to make my selling pitch.”

3rd lie.

The room around me had signs on furniture. Furniture represented food carts, clothing racks, and technology tables.

“Tom,” I called, “get out here and show how pretty you are.”

Riley walked over to me in jeans and a ripped t-shirt.

“Everyone,” I started again, “this is Tom. He’s wearing a nice suit. Has a PHd. Amazing in the sack and is rich.”

Three more lies.

I put up my hand to ear and listened in to a fake shout out.

“Of course he has temperament,” I yelled to the invisible and fake person. “He’s a man after all!”

Riley looked down at his feet.

“Prove it?” I yelled, shocked. “How does one prove that a man has temperament?”

Now, Riley was looking just as shocked as I was acting to be.

“Fine!” I yelled, “your old brod. I’ll show you.”

“Should I be scared?” Riley as Tom asked.

“Tom, sit,” I ordered.

He did.

“Tom, stand,” I ordered again. “Sit, stand, sit.”

He did as he was told.

I nodded and yelled, “See, brod. He has temperament. A real man!”

Riley puffed out his chest proudly.

“Fine!” I yelled to the invisible and fake customer. “You’re not worthy of Tom!”

Riley started crying.

“Aww,” I said, “You okay, Tom?”

He shook his head.

“Why?” I asked. “Everything will be okay.”

“I…,” he said, “I don’t want to be sold.”

“Okay, okay.” I petted his shoulder. “I do not need a man with temperament. Let’s go home, boyfriend.”

Riley picked me up, making me squeal and ran out of the room.

I yelled, “mom!”

Behind the wall, we started laughing and then returned to be in front of the camera.

“Okay so that was fun,” I said to the camera. “Our real names are Riley and Alice. This was our attempt at a joke for our time. Someone did that joke in 1980 and we made some small changes. All of us right now are starting to figure out that something changed within us and I think by bringing back humor into our lives will make us all better.”

“Looking forward to your skits,”Riley added.

“See you soon!” we said in unison and the camera turned off.

The Gift of Short Story Month

Hi everyone,

This is the month when I’ll be posting my short stories for certain people of our community!

The first story will be posted sometime tomorrow for Quintessential Editor .

His request:
Genre: Dystopian Future
Idea: In a future society truth is valued more than any currency. So much so that when a baby is born a chip is implanted into their brain. This chip prevents the impulse to lie. This system has been in place long enough for everyone to be fitted with a chip. A solar flare from the sun disables all of the chips. However, there are no sparks or pain. They just simply switch off.

Title: Let there be Humor 

  • Main character: Female : Alice
  • Age: 24
  • Long hair, brown eyes glasses with added close up vision
  • Works at a lab
  • Lives with mother (no name) younger brother (no name or age)
  • Has a boyfriend – Riley
  • Word count: 2100

 

See you all tomorrow!

Update 6 for A gift of Short Story

Original Post: A Gift of Short Story

Since, I don’t want to miss any of the requests, I will add an update each time I get one.

There is still time for you to send me a request. Please do so on the original post. Thank you. You have until September 30. 


Request # 1:

  • By: jrhandleyblog
  • “Military science fiction set in 4987AD!😉 Lots of blood, sex and action packed into it, high octane baby!!”
    • Some science fiction authors write their story lines touching on the year
    • The easier would be to write blood and sex… action could be difficult.. well I’ll need chips and popcorn and soda to get creative. It will happen!

PS: If you guys have any ideas about the action, I may take them. 😉 


Request # 2:

  • By: Tammy @ a word about books
  • *Genre: YA Fantasy (I guess?)
    *Character’s gender: Female
    *Year: 2016
    *”Synopsis”: [character name] has a gift – and a curse! While she can heal people from almost anything, using an ancient amulet handed down to her by her grandmother , she kills anyone who comes in contact with her bare skin! No wonder that at the hospital, where she volunteers, people miraculously recover from bad diseases! But she completely keeps to herself in every aspect of her life until she meets [male character] – have I mentioned that I suck at giving names too 😅 – he somehow cancels out her ability and therefore becomes the only person she can have contact with. But why did he show up now and how can he neutralize her curse?

Request # 3:

  • By: Quintessential Editor
  • “Genre: Dystopian Future
    • Idea: In a future society truth is valued more than any currency. So much so that when a baby is born a chip is implanted into their brain. This chip prevents the impulse to lie. This system has been in place long enough for everyone to be fitted with a chip. A solar flare from the sun disables all of the chips. However, there are no sparks or pain. They just simply switch off.
    • Whatever gender character allows you to be more creative.
    • The distance future.”
      • Main character: Female
      • about 1600 words in

Request # 4:

  • By: Nil
  • “Genre: Historical
    • Idea: The MC has been training to assassinate the king for years. However, she ends up finding out that she is actually the king’s long lost daughter.
    • Preferably female, but gender doesn’t really matter.”
      • Main Character: Female
      • thinking the story will happen during the winter season

PS: If you guys have an idea on a King, let me know ^_^


Request # 5:

  • By: Shadow Summit
  • “Genre – Fantasy
    • Synopsis – A kings warrior is sent to capture and kill a known traitorous sorcerer, but the target turns out to be the kings nephew, the warriors former friend and the heir to the throne. Suspicious towards the reason he was sent on the mission, the warrior decides to investigate the situation further. Is his king in the wrong or has his old friend truly changed? Either way, his loyalty is about to be tested.
    • Male
      • Think that I will name him: John Culligan, son of Sebastian
      • He be at the age of 26
      • Height at 5.9 ft
      • Physique – strong, fit like a warrior should be
      • Hair – black, short, curls at the neck
      • Eyes – brown
      • Character: Righteous, Empathic, Suspicious, Intelligent, Somewhat detached from other people due to his work for the King.
      • Skills: Proficient fighter with sword and shield
      • Ability: Deductive reasoning; able to communicate with wooden animals (useful on errands when catching fugitives)
    • Year – Well I’d like fantasy… so swords and stuff like that… kind of medieval.
    • No zombies and apocalypse- Perfectly fine, no zombies needed.😀
    • 4,000 words

Request # 6:

  • By: fitzy93
  • Real life, adult (no teenage drama) and optional supernatural/ fantasy.
    Mainly set in the present.
    Male or female main character. Can split between characters point of view.
    Location: seaside/boating village- small town.
    Detail.

Update 5 for A gift of Short Story

Original Post: A Gift of Short Story

Since, I don’t want to miss any of the requests, I will add an update each time I get one.

There is still time for you to send me a request. Please do so on the original post. Thank you. You have until September 30. 


Request # 1:

  • By: jrhandleyblog
  • “Military science fiction set in 4987AD!😉 Lots of blood, sex and action packed into it, high octane baby!!”
    • Some science fiction authors write their story lines touching on the year
    • The easier would be to write blood and sex… action could be difficult.. well I’ll need chips and popcorn and soda to get creative. It will happen!

PS: If you guys have any ideas about the action, I may take them. 😉 


Request # 2:

  • By: Tammy @ a word about books
  • I did not receive her request yet, but she will give it to me soon. ^_^

Request # 3:

  • By: Quintessential Editor
  • “Genre: Dystopian Future
    • Idea: In a future society truth is valued more than any currency. So much so that when a baby is born a chip is implanted into their brain. This chip prevents the impulse to lie. This system has been in place long enough for everyone to be fitted with a chip. A solar flare from the sun disables all of the chips. However, there are no sparks or pain. They just simply switch off.
    • Whatever gender character allows you to be more creative.
    • The distance future.”
      • Main character: Female
      • about 1600 words in

Request # 4:

  • By: Nil
  • “Genre: Historical
    • Idea: The MC has been training to assassinate the king for years. However, she ends up finding out that she is actually the king’s long lost daughter.
    • Preferably female, but gender doesn’t really matter.”
      • Main Character: Female
      • thinking the story will happen during the winter season

PS: If you guys have an idea on a King, let me know ^_^


Request # 5:

  • By: Shadow Summit
  • “Genre – Fantasy
    • Synopsis – A kings warrior is sent to capture and kill a known traitorous sorcerer, but the target turns out to be the kings nephew, the warriors former friend and the heir to the throne. Suspicious towards the reason he was sent on the mission, the warrior decides to investigate the situation further. Is his king in the wrong or has his old friend truly changed? Either way, his loyalty is about to be tested.
    • Male
      • Think that I will name him: John Culligan, son of Sebastian
      • He be at the age of 26
      • Height at 5.9 ft
      • Physique – strong, fit like a warrior should be
      • Hair – black, short, curls at the neck
      • Eyes – brown
      • Character: Righteous, Empathic, Suspicious, Intelligent, Somewhat detached from other people due to his work for the King.
      • Skills: Proficient fighter with sword and shield
      • Ability: Deductive reasoning; able to communicate with wooden animals (useful on errands when catching fugitives)
    • Year – Well I’d like fantasy… so swords and stuff like that… kind of medieval.
    • No zombies and apocalypse- Perfectly fine, no zombies needed.😀
    • 4,000 words

Update 4 for A gift of Short Story

Original Post: A Gift of Short Story

Since, I don’t want to miss any of the requests, I will add an update each time I get one.


Request # 1:

  • By: jrhandleyblog
  • “Military science fiction set in 4987AD!😉 Lots of blood, sex and action packed into it, high octane baby!!”
    • Some science fiction authors write their story lines touching on the year
    • The easier would be to write blood and sex… action could be difficult.. well I’ll need chips and popcorn and soda to get creative. It will happen!

PS: If you guys have any ideas about the action, I may take them. 😉 


Request # 2:

  • By: Tammy @ a word about books
  • I did not receive her request yet, but she will give it to me soon. ^_^

Request # 3:

  • By: Quintessential Editor
  • “Genre: Dystopian Future
    • Idea: In a future society truth is valued more than any currency. So much so that when a baby is born a chip is implanted into their brain. This chip prevents the impulse to lie. This system has been in place long enough for everyone to be fitted with a chip. A solar flare from the sun disables all of the chips. However, there are no sparks or pain. They just simply switch off.
    • Whatever gender character allows you to be more creative.
    • The distance future.”
      • Main character will be female since I think for this topic, it would be easier to write from a perspective that I may have better a better connection with
      • I already have an idea for the beginning and the ending… now I just need to think up the middle.

PS: If you guys have an idea on future year it should be, I’m willing to hear opinions


Request # 4:

  • By: Nil
  • “Genre: Historical
    • Idea: The MC has been training to assassinate the king for years. However, she ends up finding out that she is actually the king’s long lost daughter.
    • Preferably female, but gender doesn’t really matter.”
      • Main Character: Female
      • thinking the story will happen during the winter season

PS: If you guys have an idea on a King, let me know ^_^


Request # 5:

  • By: Shadow Summit
  • “Genre – Fantasy
    • Synopsis – A kings warrior is sent to capture and kill a known traitorous sorcerer, but the target turns out to be the kings nephew, the warriors former friend and the heir to the throne. Suspicious towards the reason he was sent on the mission, the warrior decides to investigate the situation further. Is his king in the wrong or has his old friend truly changed? Either way, his loyalty is about to be tested.
    • Male
      • Think that I will name him: John Culligan, son of Sebastian
      • He be at the age of 26
      • Height at 5.9 ft
      • Physique – strong, fit like a warrior should be
      • Hair – black, short, curls at the neck
      • Eyes – brown
      • Character: Righteous, Empathic, Suspicious, Intelligent, Somewhat detached from other people due to his work for the King.
      • Skills: Proficient fighter with sword and shield
      • Ability: Deductive reasoning; able to communicate with wooden animals (useful on errands when catching fugitives)
    • Year – Well I’d like fantasy… so swords and stuff like that… kind of medieval.
    • No zombies and apocalypse- Perfectly fine, no zombies needed.😀
      • Thank the stars!
    • 4,000 words- Whatever you write it will be beautiful.
      • Thank you, will try my best.
    • Questions- Feel free to ask me anything further.

 

Update 3 for A gift of Short Story

Original Post: A Gift of Short Story

Since, I don’t want to miss any of the requests, I will add an update each time I get one.


Request # 1:

  • By: jrhandleyblog
  • “Military science fiction set in 4987AD!😉 Lots of blood, sex and action packed into it, high octane baby!!”
    • Some science fiction authors write their story lines touching on the year
    • The easier would be to write blood and sex… action could be difficult.. well I’ll need chips and popcorn and soda to get creative. It will happen!

PS: If you guys have any ideas about the action, I may take them. 😉 


Request # 2:

  • By: Tammy @ a word about books
  • I did not receive her request yet, but she will give it to me soon. ^_^

Request # 3:

  • By: Quintessential Editor
  • “Genre: Dystopian Future
    • Idea: In a future society truth is valued more than any currency. So much so that when a baby is born a chip is implanted into their brain. This chip prevents the impulse to lie. This system has been in place long enough for everyone to be fitted with a chip. A solar flare from the sun disables all of the chips. However, there are no sparks or pain. They just simply switch off.
    • Whatever gender character allows you to be more creative.
    • The distance future.”
      • Main character will be female since I think for this topic, it would be easier to write from a perspective that I may have better a better connection with
      • I already have an idea for the beginning and the ending… now I just need to think up the middle.

PS: If you guys have an idea on future year it should be, I’m willing to hear opinions


Request # 4:

  • By: Nil
  • “Genre: Historical
    • Idea: The MC has been training to assassinate the king for years. However, she ends up finding out that she is actually the king’s long lost daughter.
    • Preferably female, but gender doesn’t really matter.”
      • Main Character: Female
      • thinking the story will happen during the winter season

PS: If you guys have an idea on a King, let me know ^_^


 

Update 2 for A gift of Short Story

Original Post: A Gift of Short Story


Request # 1:

  • By: jrhandleyblog
  • “Military science fiction set in 4987AD!😉 Lots of blood, sex and action packed into it, high octane baby!!”
    • Some science fiction authors write their story lines touching on the year
    • The easier would be to write blood and sex… action could be difficult.. well I’ll need chips and popcorn and soda to get creative. It will happen!

PS: If you guys have any ideas about the action, I may take them. 😉 


Request # 2:

  • By: Tammy @ a word about books
  • I did not receive her request yet, but she will give it to me soon. ^_^

Request # 3:

  • By: Quintessential Editor
  • “Genre: Dystopian Future
    • Idea: In a future society truth is valued more than any currency. So much so that when a baby is born a chip is implanted into their brain. This chip prevents the impulse to lie. This system has been in place long enough for everyone to be fitted with a chip. A solar flare from the sun disables all of the chips. However, there are no sparks or pain. They just simply switch off.
    • Whatever gender character allows you to be more creative.
    • The distance future.”
      • Main character will be female since I think for this topic, it would be easier to write from a perspective that I may have better a better connection with
      • I already have an idea for the beginning and the ending… now I just need to think up the middle.

PS: If you guys have an idea on future year it should be, I’m willing to hear opinions