Short Story 35

Lily and the Hidden Society

I need to tell you a secret, but you have to promise not tell another living soul. I’m serious! This isn’t a game or a cool story some stranger at a bar is telling you on his sixth pint. This is life and death, the great abyss, the four-horseman type shit…at least it is for me. Trust me, I’m not here to say that I was randomly thrust into a world far greater than the one I was used to. Quite the opposite. Everything was designed to play out a certain way, just not by my hand.

Three weeks ago, I was tied and restrained on a chair in my living room. I remember thinking that I wish I hadn’t gone for the hand-crafted solid wood dining setting. That’s because somewhere between the torture and the punches a flimsier furniture choice may have helped me escape. I know, I know. I really should’ve been concerned with the fact that my best friend was the one doing the tormenting. Hear me out though; my choices, as far as I could tell, had no determining influence on Mike’s actions. My home décor on the other hand fell entirely under the responsibility of my currently questionable decision-making skills.

Looking back, I maybe should’ve been more freaked out. I was scared, don’t get me wrong, but I feel like movies, books, shows and the news somehow dulled my shock to the events taking place. The situation was out of my control, so why should I worry and give him the satisfaction of instilling fear in me? Instead the sassy and sarcastic side came out to play. Every question he asked I laughed off or replied with a line from a song. When he got frustrated to the point of being completely calm, Mike whispered in my ear, “Valkyrie will not be happy. Your fate is written. Valkyrie is coming for you.”

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Short Story 34

Lonni and the Prophecies

Somewhere between an ordinary chance meeting and becoming best friends with someone, he lied to me. Thinking about it now, it was all a lie. I know he loves me, that’s real…but it was all under false pretences. When I was eighteen, I moved to the city. I was from a small country town where I lived with my father, a hard but kind man who definitely didn’t want me to leave.

To be honest, I didn’t want to leave either…but you have to do what’s expected when the Diamond Legion summons you. I always knew that day would come. I had trained from a young age, always knowing that my life was owed to a cause claiming to be fighting for the greater good. I grew up hearing stories of how my father had a debt that was to be paid the day his daughter came of age.

I know what you’re thinking, that this is a creepy cult situation? The thing is, that’s not far off the mark. I used to have dreams of aliens abducting me. That in the night, creatures would come into my room, do tests on my blood. Turns out those weren’t dreams, and there were very non-alien people from the Diamond Legion coming into my house and checking my body for the prime condition for ‘harvesting’ as they like to call it; it’s just plain old human sacrifice.

To be honest, all I know is that at some point in time I’ll die and that there was no way out of it.

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Short Story 32

Ash, Ezra and the Round Table

Have you ever thought about how strange it is that everything in life becomes a memory? As the years go by, your mind might begin to play tricks on you, making you remember events differently than how they were and fixating on negatives. Sometimes though, you find that nostalgia’s a nasty bitch who convinces you to put on those rose-coloured glasses when you’re taking a trip down memory lane. The world seems indifferent to the mundane moments of your life that your brain has decided were worth remembering. Continue reading “Short Story 32”

Short Story 29

Billie

“Don’t even get me started on that tricky little bastard called anxiety,” was the joke Billie used to tell people to make her insecurities feel less serious. It was one of those things where her day was completely fine, hell, it was one of the best she’d had in a long time, and then for no apparent reason, her mind was sent into overdrive.

Always the type of person who would sit and think about how she could have handled a situation six years prior differently, Billie felt as though her heart was a black hole. Why could one completely normal interaction have her second-guessing her entire existence? How could it be, that logically, she knew that nothing happened and everything was fine, but she couldn’t shake that feeling of impending doom, of future ramifications that surely would never see the light of day? Continue reading “Short Story 29”

Short Story 28

Willow

In almost every respect, Willow was the human personification of a pixie. She had almost white shoulder-length wispy blonde hair and a set of ice blue eyes that could pierce your soul. Her petite build was complimented by the crocheted midriff tops and ripped denim short-shorts she always sported but none of these things were as enchanting as her presence in a room. There was always something truly magical about how she held herself and how infectious her laugh was.

But this pixie was being kept in a cage…a very lavishly decorated cage, but a cage nonetheless. Continue reading “Short Story 28”

Short Story 21

Grace

Grace was six years old when her attraction to the river finally overwhelmed her. Her mother, Jane, had only turned her back on Grace for a few seconds, but in those moments, her little girl with the auburn locks and in her favourite red dress silently skipped to the water’s edge.

Jane felt a change in the air, and as a gust of wind rushed by. She turned expecting to see her daughter playing in the field of flowers that surrounded their modest cabin. Instead, she only saw that the water had awoken from its slumber, with no sign of Grace. Continue reading “Short Story 21”

Short Story 20

Hope

Hope was the kind of girl that you unexpectedly found yourself gravitating towards without explanation. The type of girl that without ever knowing the effect she had on people, pulled everyone towards her.

I mean sure, at just twenty-one, Hope’s beauty captured the attention of most, but that’s not the reason people stuck around. She had blue eyes that reflected neon from the sun each day as she took her surf board out against the waves, while her blonde hair darkened as the salt water cleansed her body. Continue reading “Short Story 20”

Short Story 5

The Soldier’s Brother

He was used to having structure in his life. He liked having a routine and orders; in a way it gave him a sense of purpose. It was in his blood, hell he was practically born into the army, with both parents in and out of deployment his whole childhood. But he never expected that he would be fighting for more than his country, he would be fighting for humanity.

Humanity…was it even worth saving? He always thought to himself, that every day you see the conflicts that arise inherently. It is a part of human nature, even the premise of everyone being an individual encourages differences in opinion, and sometimes humans do unspeakable things. Continue reading “Short Story 5”

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