SJ Maylee Week 103: A Grim Alternative

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SJ Maylee’s’ Choice: 2

Title: A Grim Alternative

The last few days had been heaven. They hadn’t seen a soul and Jonathon was finally relaxing. They’d spent most of the day exploring the berry fields. The basket she carried overflowed with fruit.

Jonathon selected a plump strawberry and slipped it past her lips. Berry bliss exploded across her taste buds.

“Is juice running down my chin?” She took a tighter grip on the basket and immediately wished she’d warn the red shirt instead of the white one.

“I sincerely hope so. It’s either that or you’re a vampire and that’s blood dripping from your mouth.”

“Ha, funny guy.” She swung her elbow out towards him.

“Did you hear that?” He stopped and looked ahead of them. She could see nothing past where the path became obscured near the house.

“Sure did. It’s a zombie coming to eat your brains.” When he didn’t snap back with another grim alternative, she stopped. “What is it?”

His fingers tightened slowly around her elbow and he pulled her off the path.

“Honey, I don’t want you to panic, but I think we’re surrounded.” He pulled her further off the path and pressed his warm body to hers.

More than a dozen men walked out of the woods and onto the path. They all wore the same strange dark suit.

“I won’t let them take you from me.” She dropped her basket and wrapped her arms around him. “You hear me. You can’t have him.”

The tallest of the men stepped forward and smashed one of the blueberries on the trail. “We don’t want him, Ms. Roxanne. We’ve come for you.”

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Miranda Kate Week 102: Interdimensioning - Part 4

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Miranda Kate’s Picture Choice: 2

Title: Interdimensioning - Part 4

Elise blinked, but it didn’t make any difference, she still couldn’t see anything. She heard a shuffle next to her, and then a hand on her knee reassured her that Logan was there. She was sitting upright, but she couldn’t work out where. The smell of earth was pungent and when she touched the ground it felt cold and damp, leaving moist bits on her hand.

“Where are we?” She whispered.

“I don’t know.” Logan squeezed her leg and shuffled closer, bringing his arm round her. She was glad of the comfort.

“How long were we out for?”

“No way of telling, but I’m glad that we’re still together.”

“Me too.” Elise snuggled into him.

A shuffling sound reached their ears and then a pinprick of light appeared. As it grew larger it lit up their surroundings and they found themselves in an underground cavern that had trees roots running all round the walls and floor.

As it came closer they saw it was made of a firefly trapped in a hollow ball of twisted twigs carried by a long vine, or root. Behind it were two other vines carrying leaves which were placed on the ground in front of them, along with the light. The vines retracted and Elise and Logan sat up to take a closer look.

Logan reached out his hand to touch one of the leaves. It unfolded to reveal collections of berries. He glanced at Elise who shrugged.

“Food?”

“They’re feeding us? Why?” Logan picked up a red berry and sniffed it, then passed it to Elise. She turned it over in her fingers.

“Do you think they’re poisonous?”

“If they wanted us dead they would have killed us already, surely.”

“True.” Elise nibbled at an edge while Logan watched her. She licked her lips. “It’s sweet, try it.” Logan picked one up and tentatively bit into it.

After they had tasted each one, they took in their surroundings.

Elise said, “What now? Should we try crawling out?”

Logan shrugged. Then a voice cut across the cavern, making them both jump.

“I wouldn’t if I were you.”

They could just make out a shape across the dark cavern. They heard a scraping sound and then a figure crawled into view. Its movements were stilted and as it came closer they realised that it wasn’t human, although it was clearly designed on one. The eyes gave it away with the mechanisms and cogs visible behind the translucent colouring.

“Who are you? And how did you get here?” Logan asked.

“I am Reginald, a data droid, left here by the last humans that passed through this world.”

“Why did they leave you here?”

“They didn’t have a choice, they died.”

Elise felt her stomach clench.

“And why shouldn’t we try and crawl out?” Logan ignored the droid’s last statement.

“Because it’s too small and they won’t let you stay outside.”

“They?”

“The trees.”

“Why?”

“I’m not entirely sure, but when my humans tried it, they kept being returned to this same cavern over and over again.”

“And then what happened?”

The droid paused. “I’m not sure what you mean, Sir. My human’s kept trying until they became too weak and died.”

This stopped Logan; Elise could see his mind working, his mouth opened a couple of times but nothing came. She pulled away from him slightly.

“How did you get into this world?” She asked.

“A malfunction in my programming; we were suppose to be going into the fifth.”

“The fifth?”

“Another timeline besides our own that they liked to travel to for parties.”

Logan’s eyes lit up. He sat forward. “You’re able to travel into other timelines?”

“Yes Sir. But for some reason we ended up here…although I’m not sure where here is exactly.”

“It’s a parallel dimension, rather than moving forward or back into dimensions we’ve gone sideways, entering those where other species dominate.”

Reginald blinked, and a whirring could be heard, then he blinked again and said, “Excuse me. I’m not functioning at my best, having been in this damp cavern for some time. A parallel you say, my human’s didn’t consider that.”

“Are you still malfunctioning?” Logan asked.

“My humans tried to correct my programming but as they couldn’t work out where we had gone, so they couldn’t reroute us back.”

“Would it be possible for me to try programming you?” Logan brought his hands out and wiggled his fingers.

“Are you familiar with data droids Sir?”

“Call me Logan, not Sir. And no, not droids, we don’t have any of them yet, but I do create programs for lots of other data machinery. Would you allow me to try?”

Reginald pressed a place on his torso, and a flap opened to reveal a numeric pad. Logan moved the firefly light in between them to take a closer look. He smiled.

“It’s the same sort of keypad we use. With your help I might be able to work something out.”

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Mark Ethridge Week 102: The Whole World Went Insane - Part 9

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Mark Ethridge’s Picture Choice: One

Title: The Whole World Went Insane - Part 9

At sunrise on the third day after we left my home town, we broke camp, and got ready to continue our journey. Beth could walk on her own, and was looking much healthier than she’d looked when Kelly and I rescued her and the others.

Since the day we found my home, they’d walked with Kelly and me. We took our time, letting them rest, and heal. They all looked better. I wished I had more food, and more water, so they could eat more. But there was only what we found along the way.

As we started finished gathering up our few possessions, Jessica walked from the trees, into the little clearing we were in. Three wolves were with her.

“Welcome home, Frank.”

I hugged her.

“You were gone a while this time.” She looked at the others in the clearing. “It appears you made a few friends along the way.”

I wished I could explain how relieved I was to see her. At times, on that journey, I wondered if I’d make it back. I’d lost count of the times I could have died. The times I probably should have died. “It was a long trip.”

Kelly asked for everyone, “Who’s she?”

“Everyone. This is Jessica.” Then, I pointed at each woman, “Kelly, Jenny, Sally, Mary, Gina, Suzanne, and Beth.” Each signaled who they were.

Jessica studied each, not speaking, her eyes seeing every detail of them. “You had a rough trip.” The wolf next to her walked through the group, sniffing the air. He stopped when he reached Beth. She looked terrified. I could understand that. I knew what I’d felt the first time that big wolf stared me down.

The wolf licked her hand, and then stood next to her, his side gently pushed against her leg and hip. Jessica laughed. “I see you’ve made a new friend.” The wolf let out a playful “Yip!”

“Well, Frank. Let’s get you home.” She headed into the trees, “Valerie’s been a wreck for weeks now.”

She led the way. It wasn’t long before I started to recognize details in the trees, and spot hidden pathways through the brush. The others didn’t say anything, “You know, it’s OK to talk.” I poked Kelly’s arm. “This is where you’re safe.”

“Where is this?”

“I have no idea, really. It’s not like I have a map, or something to tell me where we are.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Oh.”

Jenny giggled, “Silly man.”

“This is the camp. Or village. Or whatever you want to call it.” I smiled at Jenny, “I just call it Jessica’s place.”

And so I wound up explaining who Jessica was, how I’d met her, how the little group had started, and been growing, and why I went on expeditions to find anything I could to help us survive.

We talked, and walked until the sun was high in the sky. That’s when we reached the camp. Home.

I didn’t say anything to anyone. I ran to my makeshift house, and found Valerie, outside, tending the gardens. She spotted me, leaped to her feet, and met me. I have to tell you, it was the sweetest, biggest, best embrace I’ve ever had. And the best kiss I’ve ever tasted.

I’d missed her. Lord, how I’d missed her.

Beth pointed to the edge of the trees, and started to laugh. The others joined in. Soon, they were all laughing. Valerie and I didn’t have to look. We knew what they’d found.

The old Volkswagen Beetle body, still on it’s wheels. I’d found it, abandoned, on a road. Valerie decided she wanted to make a flower garden out of it. It’d been a bitch to get that sucker through the woods to the camp. We’d gutted it, left the motor, and as much else as we could where we found it, and moved the body. We’d removed the trunk lid from the front, and filled the interior, and the trunk with dirt. Valerie’d planted flowers.

“This,” she said, “shows how we’re building something beautiful from the ashes of what was.”

That’s what we were doing. Trying to grow something from the ashes of the world. A world we’d all seen die. Trying to start over. Trying to build a town. A small part of a new civilization. Where people took care of each other.

In a world that had gone insane.

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Pablo Michaels Week 102: The Séance

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Title: The Séance

The contorted branches of the pistachio tree lit up like a Christmas tree in October with its leaves crimson, drooping down with the weight of bright blinding lights, illuminating the small tables and chairs and fallen leaves on the ground around. F. Scott had read the note in the book with the Admiral butterfly sketched in the middle binding between the blank pages, left behind from his childhood friend, Amanda. He had found the book buried in a box of memoirs.

Many years before, Amanda had told him his salvation lie in the message she inscribed in the beginning pages. “If and when you reach an age where you have lost all who you hold true and meaningful and have not found the voice for your words, string this young pistachio tree with as many lights as possible. Set small tables with accompanying chairs to seat those you wish to communicate to and resolve the problems that kept you from them. Call a séance beneath this wise tree that has seen you grow through the years but left you empty. I promise you’ll connect with your past friends, bringing you the spirits to write about the vacuum between you and them but then blossom like the man you have always been, feeling whole with them as it has always been.”

F. Scott sat at a table at the periphery of the tree, blinded by the radiating light and movement in the surroundings. Disfigured shadows of mene and women appeared in the chairs around all the tables, waiting for F. Scott to welcome them to his summons. He did not notice their appearance but felt the movement of ground beneath him and heard the leaves flutter in an angry gust of wind. The lights fluttered off as thousands of admiral butterflies swirled in the air to create the priceless moment F. Scott beheld.

He spoke the memorized words Amanda had inscribed. “I call on the mystical winds and earthly spirits as summoned by Amanda. I have reached the ancient age where I can no longer return to my youthful persona. I’m so old, having lost all those who I loved; I can’t attract anyone to even humor me with my despair. Show your powerful presence and guide me from this withered age of reasoning of lost love to those I can’t hold close anymore.” F. Scott opened his eyes and gazed on the Pistachio tree, waiting for a celestial sign from his offerings. He hoped he was heard.

A rush of wind blew, shaking the branches and the lights on the tree until a flickering of sparkles danced randomly around F. Scott until the wind calmed. Darkness settled, but the chatter of voices hummed, prolonging the night for the séance when F. Scott reunited with those seated in chairs around the small tables.

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Samantha Lee Week 102: Wizards

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Samantha Lee’s Picture Choice: 2

Title: Wizards

I was going on vacation. Well, Dumitru and I were going on vacation. My wraiths were probably going to tag along. My brother was probably going to insist on coming to ensure matters of state didn't slip in my absence. My Omega would undoubtedly pop up several times to report in. I'd probably be called away at least three times a day. But it was a vacation.

Oh, who was I kidding? "We can't do this," I declared, flopping back onto my bed. "The minute we snuggle up in front of the fire or set up the picnic in the meadow or whatever you've got planned, someone or something is going to interrupt us."

Dumitru didn't even look up from his book. "Where we're going, we can't be interrupted."

"No such place exists," I bemoaned, "I'm like an elephant in the Sahara or a firefly in the dark; I can't hide no matter how hard I try. Not anymore."

"Lumina mea, you are neither an insect nor a pachyderm; I would not love you nearly so much if you were."

I lifted my head high enough to glare at Dumitru. "You would love me just as much whether I had big ears and a trunk or six legs and antennae and you know it."

The little fink laughed. Rising from his chair, he tossed his book onto the side table and tossed himself down beside me. "Lumina mea, no one will interrupt, nothing will interfere. I guarantee it."

"Remember Hawaii?"

"The eruption was averted."

"Malta?"

"That mermaid has lived happily ever after."

"Germany?"

"The pack's thriving."

"Paris?"

"The spirits were laid to rest."

"London?"

"The dragon passed back into Faerie."

"Japan?"

"The kitsune are adjusting to their freedom."

"New York?"

"Looks better in green."

"Cairo?"

"The mummies have been great for tourism."

"Moscow?"

"Enjoying the chance to redecorate."

"Rio?"

"At least we met new people."

"Montreal?"

"We survived and were mostly unharmed."

"Tru."

"Yes?"

"Can you name a single vacation of ours that didn't feature some sort of crisis?"

"This one."

I gave up. I groped around with one hand above my head until my fingers found a pillow and promptly dropped it over my face.

Dumitru, caring and understanding man that he was, laughed again. "You have not asked where we are going, lumina mea."

I sprung up like the bed had shocked me, tossing the pillow back to gently smack Dumitru in the face. "What could it matter? No matter where we go, there'll be a natural disaster or a magical mishap or a Fae concern or...or SOMETHING and then it's so long romance and hello misadventure. There isn't a single place on Earth we could go and not be...imposed upon!"

"You are right."

"There's no denying it, not getting around it; we are just doomed when it comes to vaca-" I froze. "Wait, what did you just say?"

Dumitru chuckled and got to his feet, coming over to slip his arms loosely around my waist. "I said you are right, lumina mea. There is no place on this earth we could go and be truly alone. Always your wraiths, your servants, your family, your cats will seek us out. Always your presence will awaken some long dormant power or draw some wrathful beast's attention or bring forth some forgotten tribe's resurgence."

Confused, I bit down on my lower lip and shook my head. "I don't understand, Tru; where are we going?"

Dumitru grinned. "Do you recall the film we watched last weekend?"

"The Wizard of Oz?"

"Yes. I thought perhaps it would be fun to - how do you say? - play at being the wizard."

I frowned. "You want us to hide behind the curtain?"

I felt horrible when his smile wilted. "No."

"Oh, um, we're going to bestow brains, hearts, and courage on scarecrows, tin men, and lions?"

He sighed, exasperated, and shook his head. "No."

"We're going to-" The light bulb went on. "Oh my gods, you didn't?"

"I might have."

"With colours?"

"Of course. It is one of those patchwork numbers."

"And just the two of us?"

"Naturally."

"Not even an operator?"

"I believe they are called pilots and no, no one but the two of us will be there."

Happiness unfurled through me, warm and light. Wrapping my arms around Dumitru's neck, I lifted myself off my feet and kissed him, my lips curling into a smile even as they pressed against his. "Darling," I murmured, "that's ingenious."

"I know,” he murmured, stepping back until we fell back onto the bed. “And at present, another idea strikes me.”

“Oh? And what’s that?”

“That I love you, lumina mea. Even as a firefly or a pachyderm.”

I laughed. “I love you too, Tru. I love you too.”

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Lizzie Koch Week 102: Once Upon A Time

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Lizzie Koch’s Picture Choice: One

Title: Once Upon A Time

The footpath split into two choices; across the meadow or through the woods. Jess, her pale skin already pink from the sun, wanted the cool shade of woodland. Maia with her already golden glow, couldn’t think of anything worse than the cold, damp, miserable woods and already started along the footpath across the meadow with Jess trailing behind.



Maia skipped along, her long blonde hair shimmering in the sun like spun gold as Jess plodded behind, her shoulders reddening with every step. She longed for the shade but the meadow sprawled before them and into the distance with not even a tree to give some respite.

As Jess looked across the meadow, something glinted in the sun. “Can you see that?” she asked.

“Yes, I wonder what it is,” Maia replied. “Come on!” She ran through the grasses towards the glimmer. “It might be treasure,” she laughed as Jess followed, as always.



In the middle of the meadow stood an old, large tree stump and upon the stump sat an ornate glass; intricate patterns carved within the fragile glass making it look like diamonds. Within the glass nestled a posy of white hydrangeas with dried grasses, tied by an ivory ribbon.

“It’s beautiful,” Maia murmured. She was the romantic one, dreaming of the day Mark would propose. Of course, he knew this so everytime they were together, he knew it was in the back of Maia’s mind that this was it, the moment she would say ‘yes’ and often go home disappointed because Mark hadn’t produced a ring. He wasn’t going to rush into anything just because Maia expected it. Or his parents for that matter. He had to make sure, after all he was a prince and one day would be king.

“It’s weird,” was all Jess could manage.

“Oh Jess! It looks like a wedding bouquet. It’s so beautiful!” She reached out her hands.

“Don’t!” Jess warned. “It’s not yours.”

“But what if it is! What if Mark has planned this! He knew we were coming this way. He knows how much I love open spaces and the sun. This is perfect! I know this is him!”

“But what if it isn’t! Just wait.” Jess walked around the large tree stump and leaning up against the stump was a large, plain, cream envelope. She reached down and picked it up.

“So it’s alright for you to touch!” Maia grumbled. Jess ignored her, opening up the envelope. “What is it? What does it say?” Maia asked as Jess pulled out a thick piece of parchment, gently unfolding it.

“It’s a note, doesn’t say much.”

“Read it!”

“To whomever wishes to be my bride, take these flowers and I will appear at your side.”

“Give me that!” Maia snatched the parchment, reading the words over and over.

“It’s not Mark’s handwriting,” Jess said. “We should leave it. Come on,” Jess began to walk away but Maia stood by the flowers, mesmerised. “Maia! You’re not thinking of doing it are you? You have no idea what you’re letting yourself in for. It’s not normal for someone to just appear.”

“I don’t believe in that stupid letter. I just love this bouquet and if I take it home, maybe Mark will get the hint!” Her hands, gently but quickly lifted the bouquet from the glass, raising it to her face where she inhaled the sweet scent. A deafening crack shattered the silence and the glass splintered into tiny pieces as the stump split in two. The ground around them trembled as thick plumes of black smoke billowed from the stump. Jess ran to Maia who froze as the bouquet dropped from her clasp.



Neither spoke.



The smoke dissipated and Maia let out a shrill scream.



The mass standing before them straightened, towering above them. His horns cast a shadow across them. His body was covered in coarse, black hair. A long tale whipped behind him as he smiled baring sharp fangs covered in thick, glue like saliva.

“Which one of you maidens picked up my invitation to be my wife?” he asked in a deep, throaty voice. He waited for one to answer but nothing came. “I understand the fear. I look dreadful today,” he laughed. “But one of you picked up my invite and therefore one of you is to be my wife.”

“H-h-how could anyone possibly want to marry you!” Maia shrieked, startling Jess. If one of them was to speak, Jess thought it would have been her and she knew she wouldn’t have been so rude.

“True. But as I said, it’s been a tough day, an off day. I have a heart of gold and will treat you like a princess.”

“A princess! You!” Maia continued. “You can’t place a vase of flowers and a letter, asking, no sorry, demanding marriage! I am going to marry a prince!”

“OK, so it must be you,” he said to Jess.

Maia turned to Jess, her eyes pleading. “Jess, you can do this for me. I’m going to marry Mark. I can’t marry this hideous creature.”

“But you expect me to?” Jess asked. “Sorry,” she said to the beast, “I didn’t mean to call you hideous. Unlike my sister, I have manners.”

“No offence taken,” he replied. A smile crept across his face and Jess studied him. His eyes appeared soft and warm. And she’d often been told by their mother never to judge by appearances. Jess took this to heart as she was very plain next to Maia and always overlooked despite her warm heart.

“Please!” Maia begged. “I will tell Mark about this beast and he will destroy him and you will be free.”

“Fine.” Jess whispered.

From Maia’s reaction, the beast knew a decision was made. “I’ll go and tell Mark now!” Maia said, running off.

“You’re leaving now!” Jess said in a broken voice. “I need you here with me, you’re my bridesmaid!”

“Too many things to do!”

Jess watched her sister disappear among the tall grasses before turning to face the beast. “Are you the devil?”

“No.” he replied.

“So I won’t have to live underground?”

“No, unless you want to?”

“No. You know, I warned her not to touch the flowers.”

“It’s a very selfless thing you have done,” he said softly.



Jess gaped and then her face broke out into a wide smile. “Oh wait! I know what this is. You’re really a prince and someone has enchanted you and some selfless act will reveal the real you and I’ll live happily ever after!”



The beast’s smile faded and he bowed his large misshapen head as his shoulders hunched even more. “Is that why you’re marrying me?”

“Well, no. I’m marrying you because I have to and for my sister but you mentioned a selfless act and I thought, you know, like in the fairy tales.”

“Alas Jess, this is me. Now are you coming with me or not?”

“You mean I have a choice?”

“You didn’t pick up the bouquet. You have taken the place of your sister. I may look mean but really, I’m not so if you don’t want to then go.”



Jess watched as the beast turned to leave. Overwhelmed in sadness and guilt she ran after him, not believing she was about to say what was on the tip of her tongue. But her mum’s words ran around in her head. Jess couldn’t judge this beast by his appearance, He was fair. He had been honest throughout, kind even and Jess couldn’t bring herself to be like Maia, to be mean and selfish. Jess didn’t have a mean bone in her body. Besides, living with a beast might be fun. He’d like to walk around in the woods she thought and she smiled.

“Wait!” The beast turned, looking down at Jess. “Drop your hand.” He did and she stepped into it. He lifted her up to his face and they stared at each other. “You have nice eyes. I think some toothpaste wouldn’t hurt as your breath smells.”

“Is that a yes?”

“Do you like walking in the woods?”

“Yes. I can show you every single forest in the Kingdom and beyond.”

“What’s the difference between and forest and a wood?” Jess asked. The beast shrugged. “Well maybe beyond would be good as my sister and her prince will come and try to kill you. And yes, that’s a yes.”



The beast roared as he hunched over, trembling. Jess clung on to his finger as he fell to his knees before collapsing fully on the floor, his hands landing with a thud causing Jess to be thrown clear, She lay in the grass. Still. The beast thrashed and rolled, a cloud of dust surrounding him, until he lay still. He climbed to his feet and stumbled over to where Jess lay.

“Jess!” he cried. “Jess! I’m so sorry. Please wake up!”

Slowly, her eyelids fluttered before opening. It took time for her vision to focus and when it did she gasped as Mark stared down at her.

“It’s me!” Mark said. “The beast!”

Jess studied him, staring deep into his eyes. “I know,” she said, before smiling. “But I thought you said you were really a beast.”

“I know. I wanted to give you a chance to leave. And I’m glad you didn’t.”

“But Maia.”

“Maia is selfish. I’ve always known which is why I did this. I wanted to see her true self and she hasn’t disappointed me which I’m grateful for. I need a queen who is kind and doesn’t judge by appearances.”



He helped Jess up, gently holding her hand. She squeezed his hand tight as they walked back to the village, together.

The End

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Ruth Long Week 101: Music & You

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Ruth Long’s Picture Choice: One

Title: Music & You

When disaster comes crashing in

On the broken back of bad news

And I’m weary, tired, and torn

Only one remedy will do

… the music and you

When my wary heart unravels

And my faith is splintered and blue

When my spirit stumbles and bleeds

The saving grace I run to, is

…. the music and you

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