Fiction Friday

It’s time for another installment of Fiction Friday!

Include a telepathic parrot in your story.

“Arr! Avast! Port side!”

You don’t actually know how to speak pirate, do you?

“Shut up, stumpy.”

The battle was fully underway, the pirates putting up a fight against an attacking ninja vessel. They were sneaky bastards, but the sea belonged to the pirates. There at the helm of the SS Gonna Kick Your Ass, Azriel the Hatless pretended that she knew what she was doing. Her allegiance was with the cowboys, truth be told, but they were already knocked out of the tournament. The pirates were kind enough to take her for her expert gunmanship and stuck her on a ship with a guide.

They’re getting close! Stop being useless and man the cannons!

Her guide was a parrot with a peg leg, sitting on her hatless head. He may know what he was talking about, but he was certainly the most annoying guide she’d ever had. And she had to deal with the singing swords when she briefly decided to be a knight.

She did as she was told, taking up a torch and setting fire to the canons. They fired at the ninja ship and it collapsed into the waves, a sinking black monstrosity with several black creatures diving and taking to the water. Their flag floated in the wind, but Azriel was ready. The cowboys lost to the ninjas before. She knew what to expect.

What are you doing? the parrot asked as Azriel went to the side of the ship, cutting the net ropes thin and keeping an eye on the water. The ship went down!

“They’re ninjas!”

In pirate!

“They be pirates!” Azriel corrected herself. “The… uh… sea dogs be… oh, screw it, they’re in the water!”

She pointed over at the sea where the ship had sunk. Sure enough, there was a black sea crawling in, and her pirate coach tightened his talons on her shoulder.

This could be bad.

Fiction Friday

It’s time for another installment of Fiction Friday!

A signal is misinterpreted…….

Days off were routine by this point. They had passed by this little shop earlier in the week on the way to a job and now that they had a moment, they decided to check it out. They kind of wanted some new games anyway.

Two sixteen year olds, a boy and a girl, walked into the store. It was a game shop, shelves filled with all sorts of games and consoles along the wall behind the counter. All sorts of things. Mario. Sonic. Whatever else was available at that time. There should be a list somewhere that I can draw on. But it was a lovely game store that these two teenagers walked into, their eyes scanning the merchandise and the sales clerks, who themselves were preoccupied with their own banter.

The teens conferred in glances, the boy flicking his eyes up to the racks, then back at her before heading over to the two behind the counter. He leaned against it, looking around impatiently as the two clerks came to notice he was there. One seemed more annoyed that he’d interrupted their conversation while the other one smiled, eager to help.

“Hello, how can I help you?” the smiling clerk asked.

“I’m doing a little research,” the boy said. “School project. What kind of security do you have installed in a place like this?”

“We aren’t telling you that,” the annoyed one said.

“It’ll be fine,” the boy said, his hand waving away the concern. “So, police button? I see you have cameras set up, any blind spots?”

“No,” the annoyed one said. “We have the cameras, but they haven’t had tape in them since they were first installed. They’re just to scare people into thinking we do. There’s nothing else except the alarms at the front and they just warn us about shoplifters.”

“Oh,” said the boy, interested. “So if I were to do this,” he pulled out a gun and pointed it nonchalantly at the pair of them, “there wouldn’t be anything you could do about it?”

The two clerks backed up immediately, hands in the air and eyes on the barrel of the gun.

“The latest Nintendo system,” he said, not changing the tone in his voice. Obediently, the formerly smiling clerk got it down. “In a bag.” The kid put it all in a bag. The boy picked it up and walked out the door, setting off the alarm, followed by the girl, both of them grinning.

As soon as they walked out of the store, they were no longer the two teens, having gone back to being regular nine year old children strolling unsupervised down the street.

“Did you get it?” the boy asked the girl, looking down at his new Nintendo. The girl withdrew the games she’d walked out with, Mario and several others. The boy was a little sad.

“Aw, I said Ninja Turtles!”

Fiction Friday Plans

I’ve been having fun doing these Fiction Friday prompts. There’s just one issue I’ve been having with them. I can’t make them into the nice, fully rounded stories that the rest of those doing the prompts seem to have been doing.

On the one hand, it’s a shame. On the other hand, I’m still having fun.

As of recently, I’ve been using the prompts to tell stories that happen within my own stories and universes. Given that I’m having fun doing that, I believe I will continue. For the prompts, I’m going to continue writing what comes to mind for five or ten minutes of a scene that won’t be appearing in my stories for one reason or another.

This serves two purposes for me. Firstly, I get to still participate without feeling like I should really be doing something else. As much fun as the prompts are, I always feel like I should be working on my stories instead of the prompts when I do them. This way, I’m still doing my stories.

The second, of course, is the chance to write out some of those bits and pieces that are alluded to in stories but never exposited.

So, if you’re interested in seeing very rough, raw drafts of what won’t be appearing in my stories, be sure to tune in every Friday!

Fiction Friday – The New Kid

It’s time for another installment of Fiction Friday!

Include this in your story: “I wish he’d knock on my door instead……..”

Aubrey could hear the heavy footsteps outside the hall. For the first time in what felt like forever, they weren’t coming for him. There would be no knock. He would not be dragged away to whatever experiment they had prepared today for whatever it was they were trying to figure out about their physiology.

It was a good thing, really. He needed some time to recover. His body was at a breaking point as it was, barely even able to hobble. As it was, he probably wouldn’t have made it another month. The break was good for him. They could concentrate their efforts on someone else and maybe he’d learn not to have such a smart mouth in the mean time and someone else could make the mistake of stepping out of line to end up in the experiments chair.

As they drew closer, he felt a pang of guilt. It was possible they were leaving him alone because he was doing poorly and they would be loathe to lose their favourite experiment, but it was more likely it was due to the new blood in the building. As far as he could tell, the kid hadn’t even woken up yet in the week he’d been there. Not in his cell, anyway. And yet, they still kept taking him and Aubrey just couldn’t pull together the strength to piss of the guards enough to make them take him instead.

From the next cell, he could hear the knock on the door. He was never sure why they bothered knocking at all, but he wished he’d knock on his door instead. At least until the kid woke up and he could find out who he was.

Fiction Friday – A Discovery

It’s time for another installment of Fiction Friday!

A Coming of Age Tale

She hid away in a corner, looking around wide-eyed and terrified. She wasn’t sure where she was or what had happened. A moment ago the castle was being invaded by the humans, the creatures having taken up arms and some of them taking up arts much darker than that. She’d been cornered by one of their wizards as it came after her, cursing that she hadn’t gone through the ritual yet. Without the ritual, she wouldn’t be able to defend herself, no matter how little the creature was.

And now. Now she didn’t know where she was.

The young princess Akosua rested her back into the stone corner, staring out at the world she had landed in. There was odd black stone covering the ground and the walls were made of stone. Odd, but not unfamiliar yet. Then there were the sacks made of something she didn’t recognized with things coming out of it, waste materials that smelled atrocious. There was even a few metal containers that did the same. Metal was so hard to come by, she could hardly believe they weren’t being put to better use. At the edge of the hall she was in there was light coming from torches she couldn’t see and something very familiar. Trees. Maybe she could run through them and hope her father’s men would find her before the humans got to her.

Coming into her little hall, however, she was not so fortunate. There were several humans, all of them looking like barbarians. They wore metal on parts of their body and smelled of alcohol, their hair unlike anything she’d seen and some of their faces painted with war colouring. They were coming for her. She cowered back behind her wings, terrified.

They came closer and closer. She could hear them laughing and talking in a language she didn’t understand. They were coming for her and she knew it.

They drew close enough that one of them leaned back against her and she yelped, her wings spreading and tail thrashing in fear and surprise. The boy who leaned against her flew into the wall and crumpled, the rest of the boys looking on in shock and awe, one of them studdering and pointing.

Ako regarded the boy with her own quiet awe. Draconian women weren’t able to cause harm to any living creature until after the ritual. That was what they’d always been taught, wasn’t it? And yet there was a boy, crumpled to a heap, a bit of blood dribbling down the back on his head and pooling in a stain on his shirt.

The humans. They’d taken over her kingdom, killed her family, set fire to her home. It was time that she took a little revenge for her fallen people.

I’m going to start doing these as first drafts of deleted scenes from various stories I’m working on. “Deleted” meaning scenes that just won’t be making it into the final version. First drafts meaning they aren’t going to be very well written as they’re pretty stream of consciousness.

Fiction Friday: A Gentle Reminder

So there’s this thing called Fiction Friday. I wanted to give it a shot.

A writer’s computer begins to flash messages on its screen, as if trying to communicate.

It was far too early to be up, but the sun just wouldn’t let him sleep in any longer. It was far too early to even be awake, but with a cup of coffee in hand, he went to sit down at the computer. If nothing else, he could use the misfortune of an early morning to get a few words down of the copy he needed to finish today.

His computer seemed to have other plans, though.

There was a message in the corner. Windows Update. Pass. He had programs on here that tended to stop working as soon as the update went through. He closed the little window and hit the start button.

The warning returned.

He ignored it this time. The thing would get the point eventually. He opened up Word. The blinking cursor was conspicuously missing.

His music player opened without him hitting anything. Girls Just Wanna Have Fun blared much louder than it should, breaking a little through his early morning stupor. Where was that stop button?

Music off, he went back to the blank page. Nothing. What was he supposed to be writing again?

An image popped up on screen without his bidding of an obviously doctored photo of a half ant, half walrus creature at a party. When had he put anything like that on his computer? Maybe it was the internet.

He looked idly over at his router. It was off.

He wasn’t quite sure, but he had the feeling something was wrong here. He took a long drink of his coffee, draining the cup. When he looked back at the screen, the image was gone. Instead, the word document was filled with ones and zeros in bright colours, oddly resembling a birthday cake.

He blinked and it deleted itself.

Getting up, he went to get a fresh cup of coffee. He could hear as he poured the new cup that his computer had started to play 16 candles. He peered around at the screen and decided he wanted to stay in the kitchen for just a little while longer.

Maybe today was a laptop down at the coffee shop day. He moved quickly, ignoring Molly Ringwald’s antics on the screen and headed down to the shop with his laptop under his arm.

He was just about to order a very strong espresso when he remembered it was his daughter’s birthday.

Well, that was fun. A little meandering, but fun.