Six Word Stories III

The abandoned playground haunted with screams.


United world? Why divide the people?


A premature celebration days before funeral.


I love its cleansing–His Blood.


The final child led to sacrifice.


Knuckle sandwiches taste like broken teeth.


You had one too many chances.



Six Word Stories II

Today has been…lifetimes of regrets.

Universe Alert: Don’t Feed the Humans.

You are nothing without your life.

Need for popularity masks secret loneliness.

Luck blessed me when she died.

Happy family. Fiery mushroom. Threatening radiation.

First human cried for last robot.

My Scarred Guardian Angel

Reader Submission: The Trench Coat Man

I have a guardian angel. Although, he’s not exactly divine. He stalks the streets with a charcoal leather trench coat. His long black hair blows behind him with the breeze. The left side of his face hides in the blackness of the void, and a wide-brimmed hat shadows the right side.

He calls upon the darkness and dashes away light with a simple thought. The demons tremble at his name. He can dissolve into obscurity, become a glimmer of the moon. His sense of right and wrong holds blurred lines. But you’ll never hear him lie. He values truth almost as much as he values me.

I am his creator, you see. His heart and his soul. His saving grace. He follows me everywhere, keeps me safe from the evils of this world. For he is evil incarnate. He’s my living shadow, the watcher of my back, my guardian angel.

He’s quick to patience and even quicker to wrath. And when he slides his precious length of chain from around his shoulders, every being knows to flee, lest they become the next victim to the spear head at the end. His true love is pain, and he’s an expert at causing it.

But he never hurts me. Why would he? He’s my protector, after all. I can live my life with confidence.

He has a smile the Devil himself fears.

Spooked by the Lake

The last rays of light reflect on the rippling water before me, a millions stars twinkling overhead.

The moon nowhere to be found.

A chorus of crickets rises to greet the night sky with a bass of frogs ascending in. A soft breeze tickles my back, brushing my hair along my neck. It sends chills down my spine.

An inky darkness creeps along the edges of the water. Dried corn stalks rustle behind me and make me check over my shoulder.

I am alone and unarmed.

A perfect target for a wanting predator.

The remnants of day completely fade, plunging me fully into the night. The stars my only guardians.

And the only witnesses to whatever may happen now that the protective sun is gone.

The Augur Dragon Comes



Sirens echoed through the kingdom tucked away in the middle of the great mountain range,  stirring residents from their peaceful slumber. Particularly, the mechanical whine woke the young queen.

Swift steps carried her to the balcony. Each footfall illuminating a LED tile in the glass floor. She had only heard the sirens once in her life, when she was a small child.

It was the day more than half the kingdom was destroyed.

Her breath caught, and she clasped pale hands against her silken night dress. Gold hair whipping about her face. But the wind was not from a storm.

A great, midnight blue dragon landed on the tower facing her balcony. An augur of the cosmos. Drawing back his glittering feather wings, eight unblinking eyes glowed with the magic of the aurora borealis. Electric blues and purples pulsated along his various spikes as he spoke. “Will you heed my words?”

She swallowed. Those before her hadn’t listened to the dragon and brought down sparking fires. And perished. Now, she clutched the stone balcony for support. Voice squeaking compared to the dragon’s ethereal one. “I-I will. Yes.”

His tail wrapped around the tower. “A plague will come upon you all. One not even your technological advances can cure. Your paradise has been discovered, and your time has come to pass.”

The queen blinked several times as she fell to her knees. A plague? As in a disease? Their scientists had the best nanotechnology. Their doctors had long cured cancer. Their kingdom was all but self-sustaining with no harm to any environments. How had their time come? Were they too advance? Was there such a thing?

Her plum eyes lifted to the night sky, the sirens blaring continuously. Large vessels emerged from hyperspace. Tears blurred her vision, and she turned back to the enormous yet lanky beast. Their kingdom didn’t have any kind of military force to combat enemies from the sky. “Can you not fight them? Our lasers are not meant for war.”

“Just as I am not.”

“What would you have me do?” she hoarsely cried. The administration regarded her as still a child. She was nothing more than the face for the crown to sit on. She had no real experience with ruling.

His eight eyes winked out of turn, and he stretched out his wings in preparation for flight. “The only thing you can do. Save yourself.”

Coffee Mishaps (Pt. 2)

The continuing saga of Thornne, Rosalee, and Hyalus…. 

A familiar knock rapped on the door of the closed coffee shop.

Thornne’s head shot up from inspecting her still neon pink tattoos. “Don’t you dare open that door. I mean it. Don’t let him in. Don’t you dare do it.”

Rosalee scrunched her nose. “Oh, please. He’s not going to make fun of you.”

She grimaced. “I know. That’s why I don’t want you to let him in. It would be more humiliating to have him fawn over me than criticize me.”

The modern magic user waved a hand as she glided to the front door. “Hey, Hyalus. Please come in. I locked the door only a few minutes ago, and I still need to finish cleaning up, so I’ll be here for awhile.”

The man with the glass right arm smiled and entered, looking around the empty coffee shop. “How’s business going for you, Rosie?”

“It’s been great. A lot of repeat customers, which has been increasing word-of-mouth. And I promise, no addicting or mind control potions slipped into my drinks.” Her salmon eyes studied the bar stool that just had a patron. “So what brings you by?”

Hyalus ran his hand through his black hair. “Oh, I just wanted to wish Thornne a happy birthday. She wasn’t at her house, and I saw Mr. Sexy in the parking lot, so I thought I’d try here.”

Her eyes narrowed. “It’s her birthday…?” But she soon straightened. “You know what, Hy, take a seat, and I’ll go get the birthday girl. Enjoy that drink on the counter.” With a short smile, she ducked into the back room behind the counter. “Thornne, are you in here?”

The woman with lime green hair had wide eyes searching the preparation space filled with vials, potions, and ingredients. “Rose, we need to talk. Are you…a witch?”

Rosalee sighed. “We don’t use the ‘w’ word here. And to answer your question, no. Even though I don’t know why it would change our relationship if I was. My magic is in my blood, and I channel it through coffee. I’m more of a…beverage sorcereress. How does Hylaus know today’s your birthday, and I don’t?”

Thornne sighed. “Get this pink off me, and I’ll tell you.”

“Have you tried your shapeshifting abilities to make it look black?”

“What do you think I’ve been doing for the past hour?”

The mage rose a dark brow. “I’ll get something to try to help. How does he know your birthday and not your best friend?” She went to a shelf full of partially used containers and grabbed an empty mug.

Thornne waved a hand. “It’s from our government experiment days. Dad always had to parade me around on my birthday like I was some type of god. I hated it. But I’ve always hated both of my parents.”

Rosalee handed her a concoction. “Oh, that’s right. I got out before you and Hyalus were acquired.”

She paused while downing the drink. “Say what?”

“Nothing! How you feeling?”

Thornne squinted an eye. “Why?”

“No reason. What’s your favorite color?”

“Lime green.”

“Your first love?”

“Mr. Sexy.” Thornne stumbled a bit. “What is this?”

Rosalee smiled. “Truth potion. I want you and Hyalus to have a good time. There’s a side effect. It causes drunkenness without the need for alcohol. It’s not harmful. More for my entertainment than anything else.”

She hiccuped and searched for something to support herself on. “Y-you really…suck.”

“I know,” came the chipper reply. “I also know you love me anyway. Now, get. Your non-romance awaits.”