The Vessel

My first through when coming up with idea for this story was to do something to do with a boat. Maybe something involving pirates, we all like pirates right? I was sitting in my lazy boy chair, stretched out, half a sleep, and this idea came to me. I hope you enjoy it.


The Vessel

               I enjoyed the winter months.  By 5:00PM the sun had set and I could venture out.  Collectors like myself had nothing against the day, not like I was a vampire or something.  No I was something far worse, from a time so old even God had forgotten about me.  I was no monster, didn’t eat human flesh or hunt little children to steal from their parents.  No.  I was something else, something with an undying need to add to my collection, to my life.

               Reaching for my black jacket I slide it on and smoothed out the collar of my black shirt and looked in to the mirror.  Fuck, I was a Thor looking son of a bitch, which made my job all the much easier.

               Deciding a good place to start the night off was the local coffee shop.  It wasn’t far from my downtown loft.  All the important people in this world would be getting off work, needing that shot of caffeine to help them attend that yoga class or the drive home.

               I couldn’t help but wonder with each soul I passed who would be the lucky one tonight?  A few women mistook my glances of malice as a flirt.  The kind of love I’d give them is the kind of love the Devil would show to his slaves, an eternal love of damnation.

               Turning the corner I saw people glued to their cell phone, vaping, no one smoked anymore.  As I approached I looked a the hipster standing outside.  His beanie slumped back on his head, thick black glasses, looking down at his cell phone.  Probably posting on Facebook or posting a new pic to Instagram.  How the world had changed.  Violence and power once ruled the world, now it was likes and followers.  But I wasn’t in a hipster mood so I moved past, giving him a bump he dropped his cellphone.  I could feel his eyes on me but the coward didn’t say anything.  A generation of gutless snowflakes.

               The coffee shop was busy.  Only a few seats left empty.  Standing in the obnoxiously long line I waited impatiently to get served.  Looking around, trying not to look like I had a twitch I spotted a woman sitting in the back of the coffee shop.  She was dressed in scrubs, nurse maybe? 

               “Hello sir, what would you like?” 

               The barista was cute, big tits, shirt too tight, wearing those black yoga pants.  Looking deep in to her eyes I could see her future.  It was empty, not worth it.  “Chai tea latte, large.”

               “$5.96 sir.”

               I tapped my card on the reader and got to stand in another line waiting for my drink to be made by another hipster, with stretched out ears.

               From the corner of my eye I watched scrubs, it looked like she was caught up in her book.  “Here you go, large chai tea latte for Matt.”  Looking at the barista I nodded, thanking her I made my way towards Scrubs.  Lucky for me the place had filled up and those empty seats had been taken.  Giving me the perfect opportunity to ask to join her.

               “Do you mind if I take this seat and join you?  Place is busy tonight.”  She looked up from her book.  It was a book on anatomy, probably a doctor to be or a nursing student.

               “Sure.”

               Her eyes lingered on mine, flashes of lighting burst through my mind.  I saw her future.  A doctor she would be, cure cancer, she had a great future in medicine.  Family, two kids, husband, fat and boring.  I enjoyed it when I could steal something from the world.  It brought me joy on a level so deep I couldn’t explain it to you if I tried.

               “Nursing student?”  I asked.

               “Yeah, almost finished, just trying to get out of my apartment that I feel like I’ve been locked in.”

               I nodded.  I was easy to talk to, call it part of my paranormal charm.  “Parents must be proud.  Seeing their daughter take up a life of assisting those during periods of suffering and pain.”

               “That’s my goal, to ease the suffering and to assist in healing.”

               “I’m suffering.”  That caused her to look deeply in to my eyes, which was a mistake.  Her eyes glazed over, she was smart, but not smart enough to avoid becoming bewitched.

               “Perhaps I should help ease your pain.”

               I smiled and took a sip of my chai tea latte.  “My, my, aren’t you in a hurry to get me in your bed.”  If anyone over heard us it would play as joke.

               She licked her lips ever so slightly, closed her book. 

               Fuck the people of the 21st century were easy.  I had harder time during the crusades to get people to fall under my spells.  I put it up to the lack of faith in a God that…well doesn’t seem to care anymore.  “Let me call us an Uber.  I don’t live far.”  I smiled, but we were not going back to my loft.

               A few minutes later an uber arrived, we got in and I gave him the address of some townhome across from a storage facility.  The drive was quiet, Scrubs was kissing my neck, her hands running up and down my chest.  I was in her head, this was not her acting under her own free will.  This was me running around in her head.

               The ride was short and we arrived 10 minutes later.

               “Thank you, have a nice evening you two.”

               We slide from the car and I stood there, Scrubs standing beside me.  I waited for the uber to disappear and then I walked across the street and in to the storage facility with Scrubs following. 

               I looked up at the camera’s that were recording us and as I did they shorted out and stopped.  We walked through the facility and we stopped outside number 6.  Unlocking it I lifted the gate up and lights flickered to life.  With a blink of an eye I set her free from her trance.  Shocked she looked around and then at me.

               “Who are you?  How did I get here?”

               I just smiled at her, there was no sense in chit chat.  She went to walk away and I grabbed her by the arm squeezed hard.

               “Let me go!  You’re hurting me!”

               I turned her around so she could look in my storage unit.  Thousands of small black onyx vessels absorbed the light.  Making them look like black holes.  I felt her body relax for a moment as the scene had distracted her.

               “What is this?”

               “It is my collection, some men collect toys, watches, I collect people.”  With her relaxed I let go of her arm, it was clear she was confused.  I pulled from my pocket a plain onyx cube and held it up to her.  “Can you hold this?”

               She reached out and as soon as it touched her skin the onyx cube melted in to her flesh.  She scratched at it turning the palm of her hand red.

               “What did you do to me?  What is going on!  I’m calling the police!”  By the time she reached for her cell phone it chattered to the ground and there beside it was a small onyx figure of her, perfect to ever detail only a few inches high.  Picking it up I looked at it and smiled.  “You will fit in nicely.”  Walking up to a shelf I placed the figure carefully on it, her soul swimming in the black  infinite of her prison. 

               Stepping back I looked at the shelves upon shelves, rows upon rows of trapped souls.  Knights placed beside present day warriors, doctors placed beside roman healers.  Every race, every culture, looked back at me in beautiful onyx.  I was the collector, my life tied to each piece, to each soul, and my collection was great.

The end.

Outside the Window

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

Unexpected Entry

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

Rumor Mongers

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.

 

 

Don’t Tell Mom

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

Chocolate


I sat between my mother and father, pulling at my collar as the tie was done up tightly.

“Stop that.” My mother shewed my hand away.

“It’s too tight!” I said

“Be quiet.  We are in church, have some respect for our lord and savior.  Your tie is fine and if you can breath it’s not to tight.”

I slumped back in the pew and took a deep breath…pouting.  Wearing ties was not something I enjoyed.  And spending my Sunday in church was also something I didn’t enjoy.  I crossed my arms and sat there staring up at the podium where an organist was playing some tune that I didn’t know.

Slowly the church started to fill up and I was thankful I was sitting between my parents.  I hated sitting next to strangers.  Especially if the guy was fat and took up all the room, I didn’t like being squashed by some stranger.  Why were churches always so hot?  Why did I have to wear this suit?  No other kids here were in suits.  Looking around at the other kids dressed in sweaters and wishing I was one of them.

“Why can’t I wear a sweater?”  I asked my Mother looking up at her.

“Shush, would you jump off a peer if everyone else did it?”

I didn’t answer.

“Exactly, now be quiet.”

I pouted again as a priest approached podium.

He held up the bible like it was some amazing gift for everyone to see then  opened it to the book mark he had placed in it.  He gave us all a long look.  His eyes moving over each of us and when he met mine I looked away and then he started to speak.

“Thank you all for joining me here, today I want to share a message that I hold dear to my heart and this church offers services for those that suffer from this affliction.  That is addiction.  Addiction can come in many forms.  Drugs, cigarettes, alcohol, addiction is the Devil’s work…”

My parents nodded their heads agreeing with every word.

“Some forms of addiction you wouldn’t even think were the work of the Devil.  Video games that poison the minds of young men and women and movies that lead them down the path of violence.”

“Music!”

I looked around to see where that came from but I couldn’t find the man that had yelled out.

“Yes my good Christian, music as well.  The world is full of addictions, full of temptation, it surrounds us and it will crush us if we let it.  In times of temptation look to Christ and he will offer a path.  The adults in this service will have the faith and the will to see through these temptations to see what they are to see the Devil laughing behind the scenes.  But you young children here with your parents.  I’m sure some of you don’t want to be here that you’d rather be playing with your heathen friends out there in the world full of addiction and temptation.”

I watched his hands flail as he spoke, giving these grand jesters.

“You should look to your parents now and thank them for bringing you here, for offering you shelter and to absolve your sins.  If it were up to me church would be held every day, as sin does not rest, addiction does not rest, temptation does not rest, why should we rest?  So now let me talk to the children, our future.  Who here likes chocolate?”

I looked around as every hand went up including mine.

“That looks to be all of you, good, I’m glad you shared your temptations under God’s roof.  You see chocolate too is a temptation, I bet you could eat it and keep eating it?  That my sons and daughters is the work of the Devil! He wants you to be a slave to gluttony.  How do we fight the Devil?  God, faith, and will power.  If you cannot say no to another piece of chocolate how do you think you will say no to drugs, alcohol, cigarettes. All of those are dirty habits, habits of the heathens not the good folk of this congregation.  Do you see the parallels?”

Again my parents and everyone around me nodded, agreeing with every word.  I just wanted chocolate.

“Good I see many nodding heads out there.  Addiction, temptation, it is all the Devil’s work.  Part of his master plan to poison your minds and draw you to his breast where you will spend eternity in the red pits of fire.  Is that where you want to be?  Being clawed at by demons, Hell’s minions running around torturing you for your sins?”

I looked around and many of the kids were shaking there heads.  Still I just wanted chocolate.

“Good I see many of you are in agreement with God, that is good, but I see some of you silent.  Join me in prayer, God spoke these word directly to me, and I wish to share them all with you now.”

He raised his hands to the sky and started to speak funny.  Yelling out words that sounded like baby talk.  Was this guy even speaking English?  Everyone around me seemed to be in a trance, heads tilted down, arms raised to sky.  Even some of the children were doing the same.  And they were all swaying back and forth, I started to get nervous, I sat still and continued to look around.

I had not seen my fathers eyes open.

“Son what are you doing?”

“I don’t know.”

“You better learn respect or when we get home there will be hell to pay.  He is trying to save our souls, to protect them from the sins of gluttony, addiction, and temptation.  You should know your place in God’s eyes.”

I nodded and followed in suit, coping my father.  Listening to the priest babble baby talk until he finished.

“Praise our Lord Jesus.”   Wiping his brow the priest continued.  “Now we will pass around the donation plate and please give generously, Jesus is watching.  Support your church as you would support your family.  Generosity is something the Lord will reward ten fold.”

The plate came to me and I passed it to my father who place a hundred dollar bill on the plate, that was a lot of money.  It could be me a lot of games.

“Now we shall exercise our demons, children please follow Mrs. Thomson to the backroom where you will learn about Jesus and his many miracles.  This next part is not meant for you to see.”

 

The End.

 

Channel 7 News Reporting

“Welcome back to channel seven news. Our field reporter Rupert Tumble is on site at the Mage School of Magic where a student is about to test his theory of teleportation. Rupert, over to you.”
“Thank you Shelia, this is the most amazing event I have ever covered. And I have covered some strange events. From the disappearance of Arch-mage Jing and the memorable blunder of second level mage Sterling who shrunk himself and was accidentally kill underfoot. We’ve been waiting here four hours hoping to see new initiate John Stam who is said to have the talent to be the next high-mage.”
“What’s that I hear behind you Rupert? Sounds like clapping?”
“Shelia indeed it is, John Stam has just walked out of the school and is approaching the media now. Our belief is that he is ready to start his attempt. I think it would be best if we just sit back and let Mr. Stam do his thing.”
“Thank you so much for coming today, I hope that I achieve what I have promised or you all will have wasted your time. So I need everyone here to be quiet as I begin this spell.” John Stam said addressing the crowd.
“You heard it Shelia.” Rupert whispered. “We are to remain quiet and watch.”

John stood with his arms out at his sides, his long purple cloak pooling at his feet, he started to move his arms up and down at his side like he was trying to fly. Everyone was astonished to see an orb start to form. The crowd gasped at the sight of a blinding light. The screen on the viewfinder when dark then Shelia appear on the screen.
“Well it appears we are having technical difficulties we—“
“Oh my god Shelia, the horror, a black hole has opened and people are getting sucked in to it, the horror, the shame.”
“Rupert you okay?”
“I’m sorry Shelia I cannot hear you, the black hole is getting bigger, this is the worse—“

I looked at the T.V screen. “Ah shit, not again.” With a look over my shoulder I yelled to my wife. “Honey, prepare the shuttle, we need to plan a vacation fast. The mage-school has messed up our country again.”

The End.