#ThursThreads, week 339

Posted in Uncategorized on November 15, 2018 by drmagoo

Prompt: https://www.siobhanmuir.com/siobhans-blog/thursthreads-tying-tales-together-week-339

“You’re not even my type.”

“What? You’re dying! You need blood. Who cares if I’m not fuckable anymore?”

“You’re plenty fuckable, Mary, and you know it. Every man and woman here who you’d give the time of day to has gotten a tumble.”

“So what? The world’s ending, I might as well enjoy what I can.”

“I don’t care who you fuck. The days where we put any limits on each other are a long time in the past. But I can’t take your blood!”


“When you got pregnant with Melody, they typed you. You’re A-positive. I’m O-negative. I can only take blood from others with the same type. If I get the wrong blood it’ll kill me.”

“The world’s ending, you got shot, and you’re telling me that we have to hunt for a needle in a haystack to find someone to give you blood?”

“Pretty much. Except you don’t have to – this is my problem. I’ll find someone.”

“You? You can’t even walk.”

“I can yell. Kinda.”

“I’ll help you, you idiot. You’re the only one around here who can help me remember Melody. I can’t lose you too.”

“Thank you. Oh, and Mary?”

“Yes? What else?”

“When you get me better, if you want to throw me a pity fuck, just for old time’s sake, just let me know.”

“If I did, it wouldn’t be out of pity. Not anymore.”


Menage Monday, week 2×07

Posted in Uncategorized on November 12, 2018 by drmagoo

Prompt: http://www.caramichaels.com/defiantlyliterate/2018/11/12/menagemonday-challenge-week-2×07

It’s almost over. The sun hangs like an infected boil in the sky, swollen and red. It would go nova one of these years – maybe tomorrow, maybe a century from now.

Humanity had evacuated many millennia ago. We were the ones who stayed behind, the Keepers of Gaia, living our lives in protective suits and tending the rock garden that we made to honor the one who’d given us life. I was the only one left. If the sun outlived me, we’d have done the best we could, paying homage to a dead world.

I walked through the garden every day, lifting a rock here, shaping the dirt there, letting the Earth itself tell me what shapes to build. The planet spoke to me, as it did to all the Keepers. I heard its voice in my dreams, telling me of ages past, of dinosaurs and mountains, bacteria and hurricanes.

Lost in sleep, I was dreaming of oceans covering more of the Earth’s surface than I’d ever imagined when the call came.

*Wake up*

I rose instantly. That call was not to be denied.

*The sun is stirring. The end is near.*

“But…the end?” After all this time, after a lifetime of training, I was not prepared. “But you will die.”

*Then let me die. I have had my time. And I will not be alone, will I?*

By now I was in the rock garden, looking up at a dark sky that would soon boil away. “No, you won’t.”

An overlate bit for #ThursThreads

Posted in Uncategorized on November 9, 2018 by drmagoo

This is too late for ThursThreads, but I finally had an idea, and I needed to get it out. This isn’t good, but it’s words, and words are good.

They always travel in packs, do the bad thoughts, lying in wait behind the illusions of joy. They come one after another after another, not content to let you dwell on this failure or that, but expect you to delve into all of the ways you imagine you let yourself down, you let the world down. They travel in packs to give each other strength so that when you fight off one veil of darkness another is behind it waiting to bind you and keep you from escaping. Did you know that pain calls to pain, self-hatred to self-hatred? Those who live in the light, who see the world not for what it does to destroy but for what it is can escape the pain, but for those who know the truth of the blackness, are surrounded. When you find an island of safety, when you cry out for succor, you are shielded from hope. Pain calls to pain.


They always travel in packs, do the bad thoughts. That is why the fight only ends with death.

Menage Monday, week 2×06

Posted in Uncategorized on November 5, 2018 by drmagoo

Prompt: http://www.caramichaels.com/defiantlyliterate/2018/11/05/menagemonday-challenge-week-2×06/ 

“It’s an illusion.”

It took me a moment to reply. Her cheeks were flush with exertion and the chill in the air, and I wanted nothing more than to lay her down on the carpet of leaves and kiss her until we were too warm for our clothes. “What is?”

“Summer. Well, not an illusion, technically. More of a disguise. The leaves don’t want to be green. They want to be gold and red and orange, but the chlorophyll covers that up. It’s only now that they show us who they truly are.”

Before I could respond, we were both shoved aside by a whirling dervish of leaves and six year old Valkyrie, belting out a song she’d sung a thousand times and scaring away any wildlife within earshot. She spun and smiled at us and then dashed off into the leaves, singing the whole time.

I smiled back. “Stay where you can see us, honey!” She just laughed and ran along the edge of the path.

“You think Disney will ever have a metal princess?”

“We’d have to buy every toy they made.” I did kiss her then, a short but serious smack that I hoped portended of more when we got back hope and put our warrior queen to bed. “Maybe two – one for her and one for you.”

#ThursThreads, week 337

Posted in Uncategorized on November 1, 2018 by drmagoo

Prompt: https://www.siobhanmuir.com/siobhans-blog/thursthreads-tying-tales-together-week-337

There’s just one more thing I have to do, but I need help doing it. I have no voice anymore, and as far as anyone knows, I’m gone. I lay here in this hospice bed, living on nothing but inertia. The only noise I can make is a moan, though I hardly feel anything to moan about. My arms and legs move, but I no longer control them – involuntary spasms are all that’s left for me now. I still void my bladder and my bowels, though someone has to clean me up, and I’m not sure where it is coming from. Maybe I’m decaying and losing parts of me that I don’t need anymore. There’s just one more thing I have to do. Can they see it whey they look in my eyes? When they pull back my eyelids and see the pupils retract, can they see my final words writ in uncried tears? I love you, I ache to say. I want to cry it out loud to the heavens, the way I did in my every action for decades. I want to reach out and pull everyone close fiercely and gently, to let them know they still matter to me. But I cannot. I will waste away to nothing, my last words lost in a delirious babble late one night. I will die soon, though not soon enough, though too soon for forever. There’s just one more thing I have to do, but I will never do it.

Menage Monday, week 2×05

Posted in Uncategorized on October 29, 2018 by drmagoo

Prompt: http://www.caramichaels.com/defiantlyliterate/2018/10/29/menagemonday-challenge-week-2×05

I hadn’t been dead long, and blood oozed from the scrapes and cuts I received as he dragged my naked body across the forest floor. He was planning on putting me in a hole that he hoped would keep me hidden long enough that I wouldn’t be found until long after he was dead himself, but staying hidden was really not an option, not anymore. I’d been in hiding long enough, long enough for him to find me, long enough for him to do what he wanted to me, long enough for him to finish draining a life from me after he’d had his fun. He didn’t know that I wasn’t, as a matter of fact, human, or that my kind could choose to come back after death if we felt that we hadn’t finished fulfilling our purpose in life. He didn’t know that I had access to powers that his human mind couldn’t even conceive of. It had hurt, what he had done to me, but until I felt that pain, I wasn’t sure what my purpose was, why I’d been given the gift of magic. I’d lived my life in hiding, ashamed of who I was. That life was no more, taken from me in a ramshackle cabin. My new life would be one of reparation and revenge. It would start with my attacker, but it would course throughout the world. Between one second and the next, I took the first breath of my new life and began.

#ThursThreads, week 336

Posted in Uncategorized on October 25, 2018 by drmagoo

“Nothing left in this one,” he said, crimson dripping from his lips. “Not anymore.”

I grinned. “Who’s next?”

“That’s the last of ’em.”

“The others are all empty?” I couldn’t keep the whine out of my voice. “But I’m so hungry.”

He put a hand on my shoulder, patting it paternalistically. “I remember my first night. Woke up after turning and devoured half a busload. Burped for, like, a full minute afterward. Never realized how much air you took in while sucking. Took me a while to refine my technique.

“Let’s go see if we can find you someone else to eat.”

“Yes, Master.” I didn’t know what to call him.

“I love when the new kids call me Master. Now, should we head towards fraternity row? Easy pickings there, but even we can get drunk off that blood. The hospital’s always too chaotic on Saturday nights. No basketball game, so the arena district will be dead.” He chuckled. “The wrong kind of dead.”

I just waited. All I wanted was some blood. I wasn’t picky. But he was in charge.

He pulled out his phone and started scrolling. “No. No. Maybe…no. No. Yes! That’s it. There’s a showing of Nosferatu at the Art tonight. Wanna go teach those posers a lesson or two?”

A dark room, dozens of warm bodies, and more than a little bloodlust? I nodded, hoping I wasn’t drooling.

It was going to take a while to get used to the fangs.