Through veils of brilliant white
I picture my entire life
With you

Do you see me standing here
Or am I an invisible tone
That you can’t hear

Unheard and unseen in your eyes
My secret love burns
Blisters on my skin
Burning red with desire and sin

Perhaps if I was lost
Six feet deep I lay
My heart beating with power
Striking a drum of thunder

A transparent tapestry
Watching from the depths of crowded shadows
As your world spins

Ready to give you all I am
No question or doubt
But all I have is an unrequited love poem

F.C. Janes

Hello 2019, yeah I know I’m late to the party. I have laid out 52 prompts for this year and plan to create regular content for you all to enjoy. I hope you enjoy the first short story of 2019, next week I’ll be working on the short story titled, The Unrequited love poem

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Outside the Window

               I looked outside the window, the palms of my hands flat against the glass.  The dead of space put an oddly beautiful twist to the horrifying vision of war, there were no sounds, no screams, just a view of twisted pieces of metal twirling and the rare spark of light.  The escape pod I floated slowly away in was part of a much larger ship.  One that had thousands of people call it home and now there was just me.  I thought about the friends I had lost, the pain they felt as they had died.  Either being sucked out into the vacuum of space or feeling the heat of the explosion as it took them. 

                “Guidance system failure.”  The voice was loud and unexpected, it caused me to jump.  “Guidance system failure.”  Turning away from the view of the dead and dying I looked for a control panel.  “Guidance system failure.” 

               “I get it okay, guidance system is failing, where is the control panel for guidance systems?”  The escape pod was not very big, it was white, a brilliant white, like when you walk in to a hospital and it almost feels like you are surrounded by the light of heaven.  It was kind of like that. 

               “Cannot comply…guidance failure now imminent.”

               “Computer, show me where guidance systems are located?”  Asking again as I turned in a tight circle not understanding how this panel could be hidden from me.  If I raised my arms to the side I could touch the wall on each side of this egg shaped pod.

               “Require security password to unluck guidance system panel.”

               I fell back into the small chair.  “Computer my name is Chris Jensen, ID 45-6-4-MM, security level Delta Beta.”

               “Security clearance denied.  You do not have proper clearance to access guidance systems.”

                “Computer, the ship UPF Vengeance was destroyed, you were part of that ship.  From what I know I am the only survivor.  How can I access guidance systems in emergency circumstances?”

               “Computer error, please run diagnostic.”

               “Computer, how do I run diagnostic?”

               “System degrading, 70% operational, ETA until full system shut down five minutes.”

               I was starting to get frustrated with the computer, it was not answering any of my questions and I had no way to access the guidance system but didn’t appear I’d need to worry about the guidance system much longer.  “Computer what can I access with my security level?”

               “Unknown code in kernel, system down to 50% operational.  Shutting down life support to protect internal system power.”

               “No keep life support on you idiot!  Why would you shut that down at 50%?  Shut down giros or interior lighting.”

               “Life….suuuu…pppport shu…ttt…ing …d….ooown”

               Great now the computer was stammering  “Fuck…computer can you show me our trajectory?”  Slowly the hologram of the system popped in to view.  It was out of focus and stuttered like some child was shacking the optical signal.  “Where are we heading?”

               “We…we…we….we…are heading to…to…to…binary st….st…star  Al..Al…Alpha One Zero.”

               Holy fuck. “Are we on collision path with a star?”

               “Yes…yes we are.”

               “What will the cabin temperature reach?”

               “Error…error…information corrupt.  Fatal error.”

               I ran my hands through my hair that was already beading with sweat.  “Fatal…no shit.”  Slumping in to the chair I sat with my hands holding my face.

               “Warning….Warning…Temperature rising on hull.”

               Not what I wanted to hear.  “What is the temperature on the hull?”

               “Temperature…is reading…fatal error…fatal error.”

               “Do you know anything!”  I yelled out

               “Computer running at 10% efficiency.”

               Great, a few more seconds and I’d have no computer, no information, and no control.

               “Firing giro rockets, prepare for burst.”

               “Wait….what?”  I felt artificial gravity give way and before I could secure the seat belts the rockets fired and I was sent flying.  Hitting the top of the pod rather hard with my head.  I felt a wound open up on my forehead and hot blood poured over my face. 

               “You require first add, vitals suggest slight concussion, please rest…please rest…please rest…please rest.”

               “Would you shut up!”  I put a hand to my forehead and felt the sting of the salt as I tried to apply pressure to the bleeding.  I looked out the window and the view had changed, I was now facing the star.  “Computer are we still heading towards the star?”

               “Yes…access….access guidance system immediately.”

               “Computer how would…”  Before I could finished the computer responded.

               “Error…system error…shutting down.”

               “Would be nice if I had gravity!”  I yelled out but there was nothing I could do.  “I guess now I just wait…and why the fuck am I still talking out loud?”

               I couldn’t take my eyes off the star as it grew in size.  Sweat started to drip from me and as minutes passed the heat grew and grew until it felt like I was sitting in a very uncomfortable sauna.  This was going to be a slow death, being cooked alive inside an escape pod.  I knew when I join the military that I would probably die in space.  It was either the military or jail time on an off planet detention center. I picked the military and now I was wishing I had taken up hard time instead.

               It didn’t take long until I found it hard to breath.  I hoped that the shutting down of life support system would end up knocking me out so I don’t find out what it’s like being a hard boiled egg.  My vision started to black out.  A few seconds would pass where I felt like I would pass out and lost all vision and then it would come sliding back in a kaleidoscope of color.  This happen a few times until I took my last breath, saw the star for the last time and blacked out.

               I woke to a white room  “I’m dead right?”  I heard laughter.

               “You are not dead.”

               I turned my head to the side.  “Where am I?”

               “You got lucky son, we warped late, battle was over.  We ran a sector scan looking for survivors and found you.  Seconds away from burning up in the star.”

               “Thank you.”  I said.

               “Sure, but you need to rest, you did suffer some trauma.  The your left arm was pressed against the side of the pod and it was suffered 3rd degree burns.  We had to amputate it.”

               I took a deep breath. 

               “But you have been supplied with a state of the self healing self repairing Nano-limb.  This beauty will still be repairing it’s self even when you are in the grave.”

               “Wow, that makes me feel so much better.   Where are we?”

               “We are in the Holvic System and safe from the Mongers.”

               I laid back with a sigh of relief, looking to my left hand that looked like a streamlined machine of gleaming metal, but damn did it look sexy.  “What now?”

               “We report back, you rest, then we fight back.”

The End

Throughout the years that I have been writing.  I have always enjoyed doing prompt writing.  No time to write outlines or think of a plot or characters, you just get a word or a phrase and off you go.  All the stories I share on my blog are stories that have been inspired by a prompt.  I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoy writing them.


Unexpected Entry – By F.C. Janes

I stood crouched on the wall, looking down into the restricted area.  This place was for Kings, Queens, Lords, and Ladies.  A man like me would be killed on site if I was caught here.  Knights Templars walked in pairs, there were two right below me talking about a holy treasure and the meeting that was to take place between the Pope and Cardinals.

I had grown up listening to stories about powerful weapons that were infused with the power of God.  My religious nut of a father like putting the fear of god in his two children.  That usually meant beatings me and my poor sister being molested by our father.  I survived, she didn’t.

All the stories my asshole of a father told ended with a great man wielding one of these artifacts and having the power of God in his hands.  I preferred the power of money.  The tavern owner who I used to fence my goods told me that he had a buyer for this so call treasure.  He promised me that if I could get my hands on it he could pay me a sum that would allow me to take a nice long vacation.  How could I say no to that?

I let the guards below me pass and when it was safe enough I leapt down from the wall, landing as quietly as I could.  Keeping to the shadows, my black cloak keeping me hidden I trailed the guards until I found my opening to break free from the depths of the shadows.  I had entered the yard from the West.  It was a stupid move.  The building had been made by Freemasons and I should have known that the entry way would be on the East side of the building.  Patiently I followed the guards around until I saw the entrance, which held another surprise.  Two templars stood outside it.  I was not going to get in that way.  I kept following the guards until we turned down the North side.

Spotting where I would make my climb I left the comfort of the shadows and sprinted across the finely cut lawns.  Sliding on my climbing tools that would assist with getting a grip on stone I leapt up and grabbed a hold of the stone windowsill.  The metal claws I slipped on bit in to the stone and allowed me to pull myself up.  At the top of the windowsill there was a ledge about two inches out form the wall just large enough for my foot to take hold and offer some support as I reached for the next window.

It was difficult but I managed to climb window to window only scratching the stone work slightly.  The building was so beautiful I thought I should apologize to someone for leaving scratches on what was probably hours upon hours of work.  Maybe after I stole this treasure I’d show up unannounced at one of the Freemasons secret meetings and see what treasures they had.

Pulling myself up over the lip of the roof I put my climbing tools away.  At the far corner there was a hatch and I walked towards it.  That is when I started falling, the roof of the building had fallen out from under me.  I was now a slave to the fall.

I should have been more careful.  The fucking Templars and their traps.  They were notorious for elaborate traps and flood tunnels protecting their treasures.  I only had myself to blame for being this careless.

I landed hard on my ass, I wasn’t sure how many flights I had fallen but I was okay and nothing was broken.  After doing the body check that consisted of wiggling my toes, grabbing my dick as it is the most important part and I wanted to make sure it was still there, and checking the rest of me I realized the room I was in was lit up and around me sat four Templar Knights.  I bet you anything that this entry was very unexpected and it appeared I had interrupted dinner.  I jumped to my feet brushed myself off and waved.  “Hi ah, anyone know where the exit is?  I seem to be lost.”  They had meat laid out on the table with bread, butter, and wine.  Damn it looked good.  “Can I get something to go?”

There was an awkward silence before shit hit the fan.  Chairs went flying as they stood up and they reached for their swords.  That was my que to leave.  Daggers were thrown at me and imbedded in the wooden wall not far form my face.  I looked over my shoulder at the man who had thrown it, smiled, pulled the dagger out of the wall and threw it back.  That is when I noticed the door behind them and it was the only door in the room that I could see, I had to get behind them.

With my small sword in hand I did my best not to hit or injure any of them, using my sword to block and my fist to push and punch I slowly made my way around the room.  The last thing I needed was the murder of a Knights Templar on my hands.  If that happened I’d have to find a way to become a woman and even then I may not be safe.  “We can settle this all friendly like and I can just walk out the door, no need for violence.”  No one seemed to be taking me up on that offer.

I continued to move in a circle and did my best to  kick chairs over, flip tables over, and break everything that I could to try to slow them down.  I did manage to make my way to the door, two daggers embedded into it at head level.  I stopped waved and opened the door to find myself standing face to face with a Templar Knight.  “Kiss me?”  That confused him long enough that I was able to use my shoulder as a battering ram and slammed in to the Templar.  The force I hit him with knocked him down, tripping over the knight behind him which triggered a dominoes effect.  One by one they all fell over.  Dodging blades and leaping over bodies I managed to find the staircase.  I looked down then looked up.  Footsteps echoed from below me, which left me with one choice.  So up I went.

Moving my eyes side to side to make sure I was alone I pushed the hatch open and pulled myself out.  A hand reached out and grabbed my ankle.  Grabbing the top of the hatch I slammed it down on to the templars head, his hand let go and all I heard was the sound of a man tumbling down the latter and bumping in to all his friends.

Standing on the hatch for the time being seemed to be the safest place as I wasn’t sure where I had fallen through the roof and it was bloody dark out.  I decided the only safe bet was to walk on the lip of the stone wall and stay off the roof.  I stepped off the hatch which burst open and Templars started to crawl out.  I dropped down to the stone ledge that surrounded the windows but without my climbing tools it made for a quick descent.  I did my best to look graceful but it was more like a four story tumble than anything elegant.

My feet hit the lawn followed by my ass, I then hit the road and ran to the wall.  Sometimes I wish thieving involved open doors and running down hill.  I looked quickly over my shoulder at the templars chasing me, they were yelling for me to stop, to give up, to halt.  All I heard was faster, run faster, must ran faster!  Reaching the wall I climbed it so quickly I almost tricked myself in to thinking I jumped over it.  Once down the other side I quickly disappeared in to the shadows of the town and left the prize to his hidden location and the templars scratching their heads and their balls.

Later that night I sat in the Rusty Rooster and sipped on a pint of ale that was nearing its expiration.  I had a mouthful of salted pork when the door opened and two Templars walked in.  I spit my food out nearly choking.  One of them looked at me with a suspicious look on his face.

“We found one of these.”

Templar handed the tavern owner one of my climbing claws, when did I lose that I wondered.

“A thief’s tool, we know this is a fence for stolen goods, just tell us who this belongs to and we wont burn your tavern to the ground.”

Standing up I promptly left through the back door and decided to head home where there would be no traps and no Templar, thinking to myself that maybe I need that vacation.

The End

Tears streamed her face
As if she was sprayed with mace
Her child was missing
And now everything was depressing

Strangers stared
To approach her they did not dare

Her child’s whispers are gone
And the summer days have become so long
The days were shinning
But to her they’re dark and depressing

The phone rang
Sending chills down her spine

The voice on the other end said
“Sorry we found him”
They continued to mumble
She dropped the phone and fell to the ground with a rumble

Two nights’ pass
In wait for the gathering mass

The clouds were dark
As people stood side by side in a park
Black was the fashion of choice
As they all listened to a solemn voice

He was laid to rest
Left with memories of the past

 


I wanted to share something a little different today.  This poem I wrote back in 2003 for a contest for a website that no longer exists (at least I don’t think it does) called Mystical Realms.  The site was an online role playing site as well as a place to share stores, poems, and take part in some fun contests.  In this particular contest you had three words to choose from.  The poem you wrote had to use one of these words.  I used all three.  The words are depressing, summer, and dark.  Enjoy. 

 

This story came about as a prompt selected by Scott, a member of the Wordsmiths of Georgina. Now before you read the story it has mature content…as in language. If you can’t take swearing or words of sexual nature. I wouldn’t read on. This is just a friendly reminder normally I wouldn’t give one.

Enjoy.


Rumor Mongers

“Thanks.”  Looking at the perfectly fabricated female syn-bot serving my drink with less then respectful eyes.  She may have been a robot but whoever designed her should be given an award or something.

“So yeah, that is what I’m offering.”

Taking  a sip of the whiskey, I hadn’t heard a single word this guy said but I wasn’t going to let him know that a syn-bot had stolen all the attention.  Wonder if she does room calls?  “Yeah, well I’m just not interested.”

“What?…Fuck off.  I thought you were in.”

“This part of space is becoming dangerous.  You know with all the rumors.”

“Fuck the Mongers, bunch of pussy’s.”

“You say that now, but they are taking over one sector at a time, I heard S.A.T is losing the war and soon we will all be under the Monger banner.”

“You under a banner?  Only banner you fly under is your own.”

I shrugged and took another sip of whiskey.  “What can I say I like being sovereign.”  Not far from where I sat a half naked women with pointed ears and long red hair with golden skin hung on to the pole with her legs.  Stretching backwards with her arms moving gracefully through the air she had hoards of horny men memorized around her sending bit transfer to her over flowing account.

“Are you even paying attention to me or do the fake tits have you distracted?”

“You can’t tell fake from real anymore.  I can barely tell what is full of gears and what is full of blood.  Look I’m not flying to the Drake Sector, not happening.  That sector has been engaged in intense fighting for over four months.  I fly there I’m not coming back.  So forget about it.”  I put my glass down on the table, just as the glass made contact with the table an explosion rocked the front door to the club.  Bodies flew through the air, screams gave the pounding music something to compete with.  A piece of debris smashed the table my drink was on sending glass in to the air and my criminal friend diving for the floor.  I stood up, chaos had taken over the club.  The Mongers were here.

I undid the button that kept my laser pistol secure and started to walk towards the offices at the back of the room.

“Where are you going?”

I looked over my shoulder my friend was peeking his head just above the back of his chair so he could see what was going on.  “Getting the fuck out of here.”

“Only one exit you stupid fucker.”

“Yeah…sure.”  I left that shit head to his own fate.  I owed him nothing.

Honestly, I had no idea if there was an exit back here.  It was a hunch that the people that worked in these offices didn’t walk through the club to come and go.  And I was right.  Naked whores ran through the halls with their naked lovers following after them.  Tits and cocks flapped in the wind after being caught in the act by the Mongers.  I laughed and followed the ass cracks to the exit.

Four people ran through the door in front of me, not even looking to make sure it was clear.  They got blown away.  Mongers didn’t care if you were apart of the Space Alliance Taskforce or not.  If they got you in there sights they blew you away.  Standing with my back against the wall just to the right of the door.  The light above me flickered on and off,  I could hear the heavy foot falls of men running, then a muzzle of a gun appeared through the door.  Shortly after the body of the man holding it walked through.  I let him pass, then another, and another.  No one came in behind the third.  Silently I pulled my laser pistol out and pointed it at the back of the head of the Monger.  I pulled the trigger, his head exploded, then followed up with another two quick shots.  The Mongers toppled over, laying on the floor as blood pooled out of the mortal wounds.

Peaking out of the door I check the alley before running towards my ship that was docked at a private pad.  I thanked myself for having the foresight to dock it there at a friends place and not at the public marina.

Explosions rocked the streets of the city.  I could feel the tremors through the ground.  At one point an explosion was so close I nearly lost my balance and fell.  My ship was parked only a few blocks from the club.  One of the reasons why I chose to have a drink there.  Now I was regretting hanging around for that drink.  Turning a corner a sigh of relief fell over me as the warehouse where my ship was docked had not been touched.

I saw the roof start to open, there were two other ships in there besides mine.  They were all trying to make the escape like I was.  Damn fuckers are going to get the place blown up.  I ran as fast as my feet would take me.  The door to the warehouse was already open.  Running through I saw my ship sitting there, there was a glow to the engines as it warmed up.

Running up the ramp I looked around.

“Was wondering when you were going to get your ass here.”

“Are the engines ready for take off?” I walked in to flight control and took a seat next to a 12 year old girl.  Calm your jets, she was a syn-bot that I took in when I found her getting auctioned off to a sex trafficker.

“Ten seconds.”

“Fuck!”  I said.  Explosion were getting nearer, dust and debris rattled loose from the rafters.  I watched the first ship get air born.  There was a flash of light followed by an explosion I covered my eyes with my forearm.  Debris bounced off my ship ratting around before settling on the floor.

“Three, two, one.”

“Get us out of here!”

The ship exploded forward, pushing myself into my seat.  Alexa turned the ship around to face the opening in the roof which was now a bit wider and punched it.  Rocketing towards the clouds all around us ships dodged and weaved.  Vapor trials of rockers drew lines in the sky like one big game of tick tack… “Holy shit!”

“Hang on” Alexa said.  Weaving us between ships and rockets.  The radar flashing with lock on warnings from enemy weapon guidance systems.

“I can drive Alexa.”

“With your reflexes Chris, we’d be dead already.  Just because I’m a syn doesn’t mean I’m suicidal.”

The clouds gave way to space, space gave way to a fucking space battle.  War ships the size of cities, interceptors, and debris like some giant had taken a shit of metal and meat were every where.

“Where to Chris?”

“Don’t give a fuck get us out of here.”

“Got it!”  Alexa slammed her fist on to the jump sequence control.

The wine of the engines as it buffered the power was a comforting hum to know in seconds we’d be gone.  A ship directly in front of us took position perfectly to lock on.  “We need to go!”

“Almost.”  Alexa said.

“You’re not looking out the window are you?”

“Almost.”

“Fuck…fuck…fuck…fuck.”  The ships weapons fired, the rocket trail could be seen speeding towards us.  “Fuck…fuck…fuck!”

“Punching it”
A worm hole instantly open and the next thing I new we were deep in space not a ship in sight.

“You okay Chris?  You look a little shaken up.”

“Fucking Mongers.”

 

The End.

 

 

As heard on Georgina Life


Corson stood there looking up at the giant beast.  The coarse fur that covered the creature’s body stood on end.  Both stunned by surprised to have run in to another creature.  Violently and suddenly the creature lashed out.

Diving out of the way Corson felt  a blast of air against his cheek as the clawed paw missed popping his head off by millimeters.  Corson tried to roll gracefully but ended up sliding on the slick grass of the swamp and landed hard on his side.  His face half covered in the slimy mud he turned to see the great beast rear around in his direction.  Scrambling to his feet Corson reached for the hilt of his sword but found it missing.  Panic washed over him like a sickness, never had his sword fallen from his scabbard or his hand.  Looking around he spotted it not far from where he stood.  Reaching to his belt on the opposite side he pulled a small thin bladed dagger meant for stabbing between the openings in armor, not for slaying a monster.

Snarling the beast’s sickly yellow eyes locked in on him.  Drool ran from between the beast’s teeth dripping like an hourglass counting down how much time Corson had to live.  Driving forward the beast slammed in to Corson knocking him to the ground.  The weight of the beast was slowly crushing the metal of his breastplate and forcing him to sink in to the soft mud of the swamp floor.

The ground rose up around him, water started to seep up filling the crevices.   Ribs cracked and broke under the weight of the beast.  Reaching up with his hands in a last chance effort.  Corson found one of the yellow eyes and dug his thumb as deep as he could in to the socket.

The beast roared in pain and reared up and off Corson.  Not wasting a second of his freedom from the beast’s grasp he pushed up and out of the soggy hole and rolled away from the beast.  His attention was solely on getting his sword back.

Ripping his armor off his chest he let it drop to the ground, painfully he ran towards his blade.  Hearing the beast roar behind him Corson dove for the blade that sent bolts of pain through his body.

Rolling on to his back he thrust the blade up and away from him.  The beast that was already in flight could only look on helplessly as the blade sunk in to its chest burring the sword to its hilt.

Corson lay there his chest heaving, the stink of the beast over powering his senses.  He could hear the deep shallow breaths it took.  The beating of its giant heart was slowing.  Using all his might Corson rolled the beast over and sat on top of the creature.

He hung his head and took a deep breath.  “Never a shred of doubt.”

The End

Don’t Tell Mom


It was a beautiful day, the sun shining, the birds chipping, and Jerry wanted to go cliff diving.  He had texted me around noon, been overly excited about jumping off the cliff.  Even though it was all just talk.  Jerry never jumped, his chatter was about trying to convince himself to jump.  I had no problem jumping, either did Ethan.  Just Jerry, always wanting to do it, always saying he’d do it, but never actually going through with it.

I pulled on my surf shorts, got on my long board and skated over to Jerry’s place.  He was outside in his usual wife beater and black shorts, my shirt was folded neatly and tucked in to my surf shorts.  It was too damn hot out to wear it.

Jerry told me we’d be meeting Ethan at the cliff, we skated down main street.  Smiling as all the girls looks at us.  In our mind we figured we were hot shit, but they were probably pointing and laughing at 30 somethings skating down main street to go cliff jumping.

Ethan was sitting on the cliff when we arrived, watching the warm waters roll in from the ocean, seagulls were diving and riding on the up drafts.  I stood beside Ethan.

“All set to jump?”  We both turned and looked at Jerry.  Who instantly said you first.

“Alright me first.”  I walked to the cliff, looked down in to the waters.  “Cannonball!”  I yelled at the top of my lungs, then just as I hit the water I heard Ethan and Jerry yell shark.

I surfaced, saw the fin, instantly knew it was a great white, and started to swim for the shore.

“It’s coming for you!”  Ethan yelled.

I didn’t dare look behind, I pulled myself up on to the rock, looking over my shoulder to see the dorsal fin turn away and disappear in the water, my heart pounding in my chest.

Crawling up to the cliff’s top I lay down on the cool grass and looked up at my friends.  “Guys?”

“Yea.”

“Don’t tell my mom.”

The End