A Bullet for a Werewolf
In my study, I gripped the Sig in my hand. Its rough grip panel rested easily in my hands. Damian gifted me the gun when I graduated from the academy, along with a magazine of silver bullets.
"Will you do it, Steven?" Damian asked.
Sliding my hand down the barrel, I cocked back the hand. "Do I have a choice?" I said.
"No," he said, a growl escaping his lips.
"Is this what you want? There may be alternatives?"
"We both know there aren't any. It's too late for me," Damian replied.
I sighed and turned, raising the pistol. "So be it."
The Dollhouse
The small Victorian cottage fit perfectly on Kerri's bed. She sat mesmerized by its beauty as her kitten, Mr. Skittles, sat on her lap, napping. Kerri peaked in the windows at the miniature furniture that decorated each room. From the small beds to the floor lamps that resembled the natural thing to the rugs with their fantastic designs.
"It's all so magical, Mr. Skittles. If only I could go inside and play."
The kitten yawned in boredom. Kerri moved the cat and glanced at the dollhouse when one of the outdoor lamps blinked. Mesmerized, Kerri reached for the small door, and the world spun.
Hacker's Delight
"It's not every day I can break into the largest corporation's datasphere and come out on top!" Serk exclaimed to the others.
"I don't know, Serk,it seems too easy. They let you in."
"Hannah, I know my skills, and ol Serk here got the jackpot." Said Serk.
"Whatever." Hannah left the room as the others celebrated Serk's victory at hacking CorCorp's mainframe.
She knew it was too easy, but none of them listened. Opening her closet door, she entered the hidden tunnel to escape. As Hannah slid on her backpack, gunfire riddled the apartment. The door closed in time but not before a bullet grazed her arm.
"Fuck. I told them it was too easy."
The Seven Moons of Aria
The moons shine down on Aria
The light dances across the land
It illuminates the seven seas
And calls to those who wish to sail
There is magic in the air
And mystery in the water
This is a place where dreams come true
And anything is possible
So take a chance and set sail
For there's nothing that can't be done
When you're following your heart
And the moons are shining down on you.
A Solitary Figure
I slide slowly against the wall. My shoulder was raw and starting to bleed from the constant friction it made with the wall as I walked around the room. No one came to bother me, but a camera in the corner let me know they watched.
"How long have I been here? I wasn't always here, was I?"
Time was a blur as I saw neither day nor night. The lone bulb in the center of the ceiling never went out. Sometimes I slept and always woke up with a new mark on my arm. Did they signify days or needle marks? I'll walk as it helps me think.
Have One on the House
The pub was typical of the land. Dark and with enough mood to depress a bard. It was also the kind of place that the Fae loved to visit. The sign outside may have forbidden it, but they weren't used to obeying human rules.
I slid onto the barstool, "I'll have an ale," I said, motioning for the bartender.
"What's your name, traveler," he said, pouring the drink.
"Des. I'm just traveling through." The bartender smiled wickedly and put the ale down in front of me.
"Well, Des, this one is on the house." I glanced up, and his eyes flashed a deep purple.
Frowning, I realized I had given one of the Fae my name.
Virus
They said it was natural, but they lied. It spread fast that science couldn't keep up with it, and God ignored our pleas for help. They told us to stay indoors and avoid the public until it was over, and it didn't matter. The virus found its way into our homes. I sat back as the TV told me things. Things that were crazy, bizarre, and obscene. So many believed it. Even social media changed and became a light for the virus that saturated our lives. Humanity was losing. Fear and rage echoed into the night and from on high. I turned off the TV. I wouldn't lose myself over lies.
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