Short Story Saturdays again part dos

Kris here,

I had an idea for a story this week and was thinking of how I could tell it without throwing 5000 words at my dear readers, when I realized that hey – Tina’s made some two part posts before, maybe I can do that. I’m trying out a few different techniques than I usually use, so feel free to leave comments with any suggestions and I’ll incorporate it into the next one. Let’s call it, Best Friend Surprise.

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“This is how I die…” Emon held a hand out to his best friend, Delilah. Watching her hover over his prone figure as the world faded to black.

Then suddenly, he was freezing.

“Nooo! I need that!”

He Feebly waved about before helplessly slumping to the floor.

Delilah giggled while she dragged the stolen blanket over the heap of Emon at the foot of the bed. “You’re such an emo, I bet you don’t even have a sore throat. You’re not fooling anyone drama queen. Get up, let’s go.” She rifled through the nearby dresser and tossed a few articles of clothing at him on the floor. She took special care to land the underwear on his head, laughing all the while.

“No I’m a zombie, quick, get out of here before I eat your head.” The young’s arms flung themselves in opposite directions and then lay still. He let himself embrace the tired aches washing over his body for a moment. Cold droplets showered his nose. Jerking open without permission, his eyes locked onto the glass of ice water hovering precariously to one side directly above his body.

“No.”

“If you won’t get up, I’m bringing the shower to you young man.”
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Two blocks away, Cassandra heard wails of agony drifting in the wind. “It sounds like Delilah used the ice water again. What a delightful young woman.”
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About ten minutes later, a Jeep both smelling and colored of lavender drove by, carrying the two teens to their destination.

“The least you could do would be to wave to your mom, jeez.”

Emon lay his chair back and covered his eyes. “But I’m blinded by the light, how should I know who’s out there? Probably just another runner in-”

“Don’t you dare talk to me in song quotes!” Delilah reached over and tickled the young man while he was trying to fall asleep.

“Aah!”

“Get your lazy butt out of my car, we’re here.” The two shuffled into the clinic to wait their turn.

“Emon Drudgehurn?”

“Go get ’em tiger, I’ll wait here.” Delilah began to leaf through a Highlights for kids magazine and waved him off.

Dragging his feet across the waiting room, Emon waved at the waiting nurse. “Hey Mrs. Shannon.”

“Emon, I hadn’t seen you this week. I was beginning to worry. What brings you in today?”

He allowed the gentle teasing to pass and described the symptoms as they navigated to a room. “And it all started last night about an hour after a mosquito bit me. I think it might be yellow fever. Or Malaria!”

She chuckled a moment in return. “We went over both of those last year, you know what the symptoms should be. It sounds like you just caught a cold to be honest. They take a few days to manifest. You probably caught it over the weekend; any parties, grocery trips?” She spent a few more minutes convincing the youth that he was going to survive. “I want you to go home, stay hydrated, get some rest. If you see your mom before I do, let her know I really appreciate her advice; my garden is absolutely blossoming!”

Emon grumbled his thanks and made his way back to the front. “I would’ve still been in bed if Delila-OOF!” His arm went numb as he crashed sidelong into the wall under a heavy body. The two rolled over each other before he was pinned to the floor.

SHH! It’ll hear you!”

He struggled to wrestle the heavy stranger off of him, but the man was strong. “What are you doing get awa-M HMM MM.” He yelled through the thick hand clamped down on his mouth, but to little effect.

“There’s a man-eating monster about son, you better keep quiet or you’ll bring it down on both of us.”

There was a heavy silence between the two as Emon grasped that something indeed seemed very wrong. The normal sounds of the clinic were completely gone. The two men inadvertently stared at each other, listening to a pair of stumbling footsteps shuffle their way closer behind the door. Then the footsteps stopped. is heart jumped a mile as cold droplets showered his nose from above. His eyes focused on the cold sweat rolling down the older man’s face. He wasn’t sure which of them was trembling, but his vision was shaking uncontrollably.

“Wha-”
SMASH

The thing door exploded inward off the hinges, showering them both in glass. The large man emitted a squeal of terror and the body in the doorway hurled itself at them. The three rolled around the floor in a tangled mess before Emon scrambled clear of the mix. He bolted straight for the door, but hesitated. If there was a way to save the man who’d tried to save him…

Emon turned back and his blood ran cold. Glassy, dead eyes stared hungrily through him as bright red rivulets ran freely down her face. He watched in horror as Delilah took another bite of her newest prey.

Short story Saturday but shorter, more Nik’ier

Hi everyone – Kris here

This week I wrote a silly story for Nik to read on our trip to Oklahoma City. But then I also forgot to have him read it. So instead I’ll just paste it here and hopefully he’ll have already read it by now! The story is simple and meant to be read by a hyperactive 6 year old. If you have one of those, see if they can read along!

Tick-Tock’s Great Adventure!

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Tick-tock. Tick-tock. The clock on the wall was very loud. Tick Tock the kid sat on his chair wondering how to get the clock.

“I know!’ He had a great idea. He could use TNT! Old Bob kept some under his desk.

Tick Tock opened the door to his playpen very sneakily, using a screwdriver he had disguised with a mustache. He opened the door to the hallway.

SQUEAK! The door was crazy loud!

Tick Tock dove under a table and froze in place, to make sure nobody had spotted him.

He covered himself with a blanket so he could hide on the go. Looking both ways, he saw the coast was clear and snuck away. He tiptoed down the hallway as fast as a tiger. No! As fast as a dragon!

He flew down the hallway like a dragon, using the blanket for wings. Vrooooom!

OH NO! A grown up! Tick Tock dashed out of sight into the laundry room. No one would suspect a blanket in the laundry room of sneaking about. The old people walked by and noticed the blanket on the floor.

“Say, why is this blanket on the floor?” One of them asked.

“Ah, don’t worry about it, someone will pick it up” the other replied.

Whew! His cover had almost been blown. Tick Tock snuck into Old Bob’s room like a ninja. Like a moving shadow! “Let’s see,” he said. “One stick should be enough, but I better grab extra in case I need it.” Tick Tock packed up ten sticks of TNT and ran back to his room as fast as lightning. Success!

He stuck the TNT into his pocket and climbed up a chair. Then he stacked another chair on top of that chair and climbed it too. Finally he was face to face with the enormous clock. “Okay, now I just have to put the TNT into the tube and it will blast the clock onto my bed.” Tick Tock checked his pockets.

“Oh no, I have nothing to light the fuse!” He sat in his chair to think.

“Maggie has a flamethrower in the kitchen, that would be perfect!”

Tick Tock ran off to another big adventure!

Spring breaktimes

Kris here!

I was going to write a blog post with a picture for one of my short stories, but I didn’t get that all the way done yet. I also haven’t completed the other short story I was writing but that should be for Saturday anyway. The reason I haven’t finished those is because of visiting children for the week, so let’s talk about them instead!

Children are terrible great. So much youth and vibrance, vitality and. Uh, attitude. Sheesh!

I kid of course, just as they are. We’ve been having a great time what with my being at work the entire duration of their stay, and them being jerks angels and drinking all my juice. I’ve been considering spiking it with nyquil but I think that would make them stronger. I also perfected my macaroni and cheese consistency and I consider that a week well spent.

We’ve got a couple of card and video games under our belts so far. Now that I’ll be finished working for the week, I was preparing to have them clean out the entire garage. I think this week is going to turn out really swell after all! And now, I’ll magically take some photos and add them to the post even though I’m nowhere near them for several hours:

Short story Saturdays!

Hello friends – Kris here

Tina was unfortunately under the weather this week and didn’t get a chance to write a normal Wednesday blog. Here’s something I whipped up in the same universe as the last story to share with you all. Everyone get out there and have a great week!

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Emphidias spat the coating of slime out of his mouth. He always got the worst collection jobs and he made sure to be angry about it the whole time.

Sure the nasty, viscuous fluid was essential to keeping the engines cool. And sure, he could see in the dark. Just because one had to scream at a fungus in the dark for the lubricant to be released didn’t mean he had to be understanding about the ordeal.

The grumpy dwarf slung his hands back and forth to get the last of the goo off of them. Finally this blasted barrel was full. As quietly as he possibly could while lifting a hundred pounds of snot onto his back, he secured the straps and marched pointedly through the darkness to the entrance. He marched for several minutes through the twisting maze. He wiped the sweat from his brow. Wait, sweat?

By the gods, the cave was heating up, which meant only the early awakening of its inhabitant. Was he down here too long? It had taken more fungus clusters to fill the barrel this time so it was possible he’d overshot his time. If that were the case, someone should’ve come down after him.

Cursing himself, his companions, his people and the monster simultaneously, Emphidias whispered along the corridor much more quickly. His soft shoes leaving no trace of his passing on the rough stone floor. Squinting in the bright light of the entrance as he rounded the last bend, he could feel the hair on the nape of his neck stand on end.

“Damn it all to hell!”

He jumped forward and felt the wet splat of the monster’s whip-like tendrils flailing at the stone just behind him. Sprinting as fast as his burden would allow, he hopped back and forth several more times and zig-zagged to keep the sticky appendages off him. His legs already burned in multiple places where the acidic mucus was eating at his flesh.

Bursting out of the dank cavern and into the sunlight, Emph yelled at his comrades who were laughing and chatting amongst each other.

“You fools woke the damn thing! Flash it quick!”

Momentarily stunned, the men on the hillside shut their mouths to comprehend what he’d just said. The disgusting, deafening SQUELCH as the monster hurled its front end at the cave entrance spurred them into action. Each man scrambled for the mini-bombs they all carried and struck their strikers against the quick-fuses at the tops. After each was successfully lit, it was subsequently hurled at the enormous blob dragging its way into the daylight. The shapeless mass of gluttony had hurled itself out of the mouth of its home at the scrambling, stocky dwarf racing for the ship. The thrown bombs stuck to its sticky body easily, burning until the flame reached the explosive contents inside.

One by one, the bombs’ retort rang into the crisp air and released the bright flash of light the flash-bangs were named after. The creature recoiled, the flashes of light searing its sickening flesh.

The men blew into enormous sailing horns and formed a semi-circle around the monster. The loud, baritone notes forcing it to draw back into the cave to escape.

Waiting a few minutes longer, the men chucked a few more flash-bangs with a longer delay into the cave mouth and made a break for the ship.

Emphidias had just finished massaging the goo into the boat’s propeller when everyone rushed aboard. Hitching the chains in place, the rest of the men took their places at the pedals and started moving in sync. Explosions resounded into the air on the tiny island and the ship started the long trek home.

“Well this is easier already” said one of the prop-men cheerfully. “Wish that stuff didn’t suck so much to acquire.”

“Well I’m not sure what woke that bastard up,” Emphidias was resting his weary limbs. Angrily. “But this site won’t be safe again for at least a year or more. Next time I’ll use you all as bait and do the collection while the beast is eating.”

A short story

Kris here –

I had a bit too much coffee yesterday, so after doing the dishes and cleaning a bunch I threw down a quick story.

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Carrick bit down on his shirt. Hard. The two needles he wielded fishing the weaponized leech out from the wound on his chest. Temples pounding, he almost passed out with relief as he saw the venom sac extracted intact. Well relief, and pain.

He opted to leave the other half embedded in his ribs until he made it out of here. The bone leech might take a rib or two, but without the venom sac it was relatively harmless compared to his pursuers.

His racing pulse slowed enough to let him hear the voices outside the building. The good news was that throwing his shirt into another house had distracted them for a while. The bad news was that he was hiding in a residential block where the homes were all connected, and the enemy clan members were setting fire to the whole thing.

Carrick tucked his intel into the sash at his waist and hoped nothing happened to his pants.

He carried his trusty needles with him as always and still had a hornet grenade, but that was it. He ran through a brief list of options and cursed his luck. His light travelling had almost paid off, he’d managed to get the sacred scroll before anyone realized that he’d been the one to cause the stampede. He hadn’t counted on the rhino crashing through the temple wall though.

Well, no matter. He was here now, he just had to find a way to get outside the walls.

The door splintered in the next room as it was kicked the hinges. Carrick lept from his seat and held on to a ceiling support over the doorway for dear life. He took a few steadying breaths. His heart slowed. The world slowed.

A gruff, beast of a man clad in plate armor peeked through the doorway looking for the intruder. Smashing his heavy steel mace into the mattress, the soldier violenty flipped the bed-frame before realizing his mistake. Carrick waited until the man’s hands were full with the bed and then dropped from his perch, burying his twin needles into the the big mans’ spine.

The soldier screamed in pain briefly before being choked with the venom sac. Carrick punctured the other man’s windpipe to prevent him from crying out, and fished through the bag at his belt.

He pulled a large hunting horn out, and an idea sprang into his mind. Moving fast, Carrick buried the hornet grenade into the soldier’s mouth after giving it a good shake and tied the pin to a strip of cloth connected to his heavy mace. Making sure the wide, terrified eyes were riveted to his every move, Carrick then bound the others’ arms and tied his hands to the mace as well. Then made a quick blindfold.

He slid the bed against the bedroom door then, and used the armored-man to wedge the bed into place for a bit more leverage. He broke the lock bar off of the window and peered out into the shadows. Taking note of his enemies, he blew a strong, clear note into the disturbed night. Smiling at the sounds of alarm coming from all around, he waited a minute while they all converged on the door to the apartment.

A troop of guards swarmed the front room and started kicking in the door to the bedroom feverishly. Once no more men were outside, he slipped out the window and silently closed the front door, using the windows’ locking bar to jam the door from the outside. Then he crossed the street and scaled a smaller building as another troop rounded the corner.

A chorus of screams rang into the night, drawing the attention of the new guards while he slipped away.

Carrick slunk through the shadows, only stopping once to grab a sleeping man from his bed. Bound and gagged, he carried his distraction to a room above the hole in the wall he’d created in his entrance earlier. He confirmed the location of each of the guards, then hurled the man from a balcony and rolling down the hill.

As the men ran to the screaming figure, Carrick slipped into the night.

When Kris dreams

Kris here

I had an idea for another silly story about Tina’s nighttime antics, but I wasn’t able to get everything completed for that. So instead, let’s talk about dreams for a minute.

No not like, goals. I mean like I’m-asleep-leave-me-alone dreams.

I don’t talk a lot about dreams to many people, and I figured it was just because most people don’t like talking about their personal stuff. That’s totally fine. But dang I’ve been learning that a lot of people don’t even remember or care about whatever they dream about each night. Maybe these people are boring, or maybe they have normal dreams about stuff I guess, that sounds pretty sucky to be honest. A lot of time I’ll wake up specifically to jot down what I just lived through because hot damn they get intense. I feel like the emotions or sensations felt while your brain is just cleaning house at night get to be unnecessarily intense.

I mentioned it briefly a few weeks ago, but when I was younger I basically had nightmares for about ten years following a few scary movies I maybe was too young for. I don’t think I survived a single dream between ages 8 and 14 in fact. No matter how often it happened, I always woke up sweating bullets, pulse racing a mile a minute. I started becoming a thrill junky honestly, to this day there’s not much I love more than a good racing pulse right when I wake up.

I once dreamt about spiders taking over the world en masse and killing off most of humanity – I was spared of course because I was always nice to spiders. So I’m hanging out living daily life sans humanity, just my spider family and I. Suddenly I hear a loud CRUNCH and I’m like oh god no what have I done? Everyone around surrounded me and were all mad about my stepping on their best friend who was just trying to walk next to me. So there I am, being hauled off in ropes made of spiders – wrapped around me and crawling all up inside my clothes, biting me and being generally creepy. At the end of the trip was a guillotine made of spiders, and the end of my dream was them repeatedly dropping the spider-blade and sloooowly beheading me.

I’m still a fan of spiders, but what the hell brain? I woke up pretty panicked though so it was fine.

This stuff can be good fuel for games or stories or whatever you want to do and you can’t come up with ideas for. I woke up this morning the saddest I’ve felt in QUITE some time over a hyper-focused dream about some fictional people I’ve never known or met. While I can’t necessarily say I agree with the material itself, you can be sure I wrote that down immediately to help inspire me if I ever need to write the saddest scene ever and I’m just too happy.

That time Kris was scared of Tina

Kris here

Tina’s been writing quite a bit lately about some personal things she’s been going through and I’m very proud she’s advanced to the point that she can share these things. She gave me the go ahead recently to discuss another rare facet of her glowing personality, so I decided to give it a brief mention. Something she can’t tell you about, because she’s never been there!

There are a lot of preconceptions in the world, and I’m not really sure how or where I’ve built all mine up. The one I wasn’t prepared to have shattered was the one about sleepwalking. Do people actually sleepwalk? Heck I don’t know, it’s just a movie trope I guess. I’ve moved rooms and not remembered it, or told someone how to solve a math problem and then lapsed into unconsciousness. Is that sleepwalking? Maybe, but let me tell you about some stuff I’ve learned in the last ten years.

Firstly, there are different levels of sleep walking and my experiences certainly don’t span the spectrum – they only span my wife.

The first time I encountered this was about seven or eight years ago. Tina jabbed me awake a bit roughly, so I jolted up like the house was on fire. “Zomg what’s wrong!” I looked to my adorable wife in alarm. She stared at me. Just..staring. And then she handed me a small children’s toy. Okay sure, but what’s the matter! I took the toy from her hands and investigated, maybe it was actually going to explode? No, no it’s just a toy. She bolted from the room into the pitch-black kitchen and rushed over to the fridge and just stood there. She was staring at the closed laundry door for about a minute or so in the darkness and obviously I’m a grown adult, so I’m not going anywhere near. I’ve seen the Blair Witch project dang it. She yanked the freezer open, talking about “I have to save them! I have to save them” Looking frantically, tossing stuff every which way. I flipped the light on in my room and followed her into the kitchen.

“Saving who Tina?”

She plucks this bag out of the freezer in triumph, backing away from me clutching the bag like a stolen candy bar. “I have to save the peas”

“The …the peas?”

My wide-eyed wife ran into the bathroom with those frozen peas and climbed into the bathtub, where she stayed in a state of panic until she fell asleep about 5 minutes later. A minute or two following, she woke up super groggy and disoriented.

“Kris, why am I in the bathtub?”

What did we learn from this experience? Well, Tina is just so cute and terrifying. Sleep walking can apparently turn you into a different person with very different goals than your usual self. Lastly, if someone wakes you up in the middle of the night and then runs off into the other room to stand unmoving in the darkness, just hide until they get into the bathtub and everything should be fine.