Second ThursThreads story. This one doesn’t count.

Posted in Uncategorized on September 26, 2019 by drmagoo

First chain: *You knew it when you made your choice. You were entering into a life where there was no way out.*

Second chain: *It’s too late to ask for forgiveness, you know. You knew what you were doing.*

Third chain: *You thought you could reason your way out of this. You always think you can reason your way out. Who are you, fucking Raskolnikov?*

Fourth chain: *Of course you had a choice to follow a different path. There’s always a choice. You were just too scared to follow it.*

Fifth chain: *You wouldn’t have been alone. You’ve never been alone. You expect too much from the world.*

Sixth chain: *What do you mean, ‘It wasn’t what you meant to do.’? Why do you think it matters what you meant? No one means to be a fuck-up, but lots of people are.*

Seventh chain: *You messed around with the most powerful forces a human can experience and expected to stay in control? When has anyone ever been able to control love?*

Eighth chain: *Of course it hurts. Only sociopaths wouldn’t be in pain. You’re no sociopath, as much as you wish you were.*

Ninth chain: *What are you going to do now? You’re going to carry us around for the rest of your life. And there are going to be days where we’re all you know. We are never going to let you forget.*

Tenth (and final) chain: *Yeah, for a while there, it was something special. Sorry Notsorry.*

ThursThreads, week 381

Posted in Uncategorized on September 26, 2019 by drmagoo

Prompt: https://siobhanmuir.com/thursthreads-tying-tales-together-week-381/

The darkness was rising, a roiling plasma of nothingness covering the world as far as the eye could see. I climbed easily up the mountain, its cracked surface providing me ready handholds in some places and in others, I simply sank my fingers into the rock and pulled myself higher. It was noon, and the people were out in the fields, at the markets, or on the roads. The ones in the valleys noticed the darkness first, some trying to run, others standing dumbstruck. But there was no way out, not from what I had wrought. It ate them alive, starting at the soles of their feet and working upwards. Once it touched you, the darkness consumed you. To them, it must have seemed alive – and that’s because it was. I’d been working for millennia to get this right, and I hadn’t made a mistake.

Finally, I reached the top of the mountain and stood there, waiting. I would be the last victim of the darkness – how could one as cruel and casually malicious as me escape this ultimate judgement? But before it took me, I would see the world wiped clean. Every human, every animal, every bacterium – gone. There was no reason for it, it was simply what I existed for. There was one of me on every life-bearing world in the galaxy. Life could exist for only so long. It was no big deal – there were always new worlds being born. They’d die too, of course, thankfully.

#ThursThreads week 367

Posted in Uncategorized on June 20, 2019 by drmagoo

In all the years since creatures first evolved in the universe, two things had never happened in Hell. It had never stopped snowing (contrary to popular belief) and the Apocalypse Bell had never rung. The Devil had grown tired of waiting for it to ring and started a contest among the damned – anyone who could guess, to the millisecond, what time the bell *would* eventually ring would get reincarnated back on the planet of their choosing. Sure, there was a risk, but what the Home, He figured. Life is full of risks. So is death.

Thus, it was assured that when the bell did ring, no one would really be prepared.

Everyone jumped at the sound, for it pierced even the 20-foot snowdrifts that most beings had to wade through – naked – as they went about their tortures. The Devil jumped most of all, first in shock, then in glee.

“It’s time! It’s finally time!” He hadn’t been out of Hell in so long that he felt like a child on Christmas morning (on the one world that still celebrated such foolishness). “Yippie!” He said, much to the amusement of the demons and the damned. “Yahoo!”

Turning, He ran for the portal to the Universe and, after fumbling with the lock, burst through to see…utter devastation. And God, smiling at what She had wrought.

“Did you leave anything? For me?” the Devil asked, aghast at the nothingness he saw.

“Nope.” God shrugged. She could be the biggest dick when she wanted

Menage Monday, week 2×38

Posted in Uncategorized on June 17, 2019 by drmagoo

Prompt: http://www.caramichaels.com/defiantlyliterate/2019/06/17/menagemonday-challenge-week-2×38/

We knew he was outside. His manifesto told anyone who wanted to know where he’d attack, and when. No authorities cared about this kind of thing anymore – what’s the death of a few more dozen “deviants” when the Eastern seaboard was under water and the twelfth Cat-5 hurricane of the season was barreling through the Gulf?

But he didn’t know what he was getting himself into.

Ironically, it was their scientists who provided us with a roadmap. They’d been trying to convert us since time immemorial, and their latest efforts involved breathing in some gas (“Straight, No Chaser” was our attempt at gallows humor) that was supposed to purge us of what they thought was wrong. It did nothing, of course – who we were was hardwired into us – but the boundary between failure and discovery is a fragile thing.

We couldn’t change who we were, but we could amplify a part of us that typically lay dormant. Every person has the potential to revert to an animalistic state – those videos of people on PCP aren’t deep fakes. We wanted that, but with the ability to focus, to work as a team. That’s what we could do when we Went Under.

The club that night was filled with the same people as always, but we weren’t in our party clothes. Dressed head-to-toe in body armor, we waited. And at the appointed time, the gas was released. We breathed in the magenta fumes and Went Under. The battle had begun anew.

#Menage Monday, week 2×36

Posted in Uncategorized on June 3, 2019 by drmagoo

Prompt: http://www.caramichaels.com/defiantlyliterate/2019/06/03/menagemonday-challenge-week-2×36/

Shivering despite my thick hide in the cold southern winds, I stood straight-backed before the Queen and parted the fur on my chest. There, hidden from all but the most magical of sight was the keyhole she’d been searching for. I felt a tingle as the key entered, and then felt my consciousness shunted aside as the Other inside me took over.

“Who awakens me?” The Other’s voice thundered in my head, but the Queen had to lean in to hear. “Who dares rouse the great and terrible…”

“Oh, shut up. You’re not a genie in a bottle, Reginald. And stop whispering.”

“I am not whispering, infernal woman! I was hidden here, inside this simulacrum of a bear, without anything that you’d call a mouth. A thousand years, I have suffered…”

“A thousand, my ass. You’ve only been in there five.”

“Well, it feels longer when you’re disembodied.”

“Still, you led me on a devilish little chase. The King thought he’d keep you hidden from me, but he’s always been a fool.”

“The King is a wise and strong master.”

“The King is a vainglorious whorer who cares more for wine than for power.” The Queen turned the key a second time. “Now I have come to free you so that you will pass on the authority to rule Arbon to me. It’s time that we had a woman in charge.”

#THURSTHREADS – 7TH ANNIVERSARY – WEEK 364, judge’s story

Posted in Uncategorized on May 24, 2019 by drmagoo

I didn’t write a story for this one during the contest, because I was judging and I don’t like to think too much about the prompt while I’m judging. I don’t want my vision of a story to bias what I’m reading. But I wanted to write something, and here it is.
Prompt: https://siobhanmuir.com/thursthreads-7th-anniversary-week-364/

You sat on the corner of the sectional, knees bent, creating your own little world with you and your tablet. Your face was impassive, but studious, the light flickering in your eyes the only indication that you were busy.

Probably playing Words With Friends, as you so often did. So much better than me, teaching me by beating me up one side and down the other.

But then I saw a twinkle in your eye – just a hint of one. I saw you writing something, and I waited. There it was, a message to me. Nothing amazing – just some simple words saying hi. But then again, your words were never simple. Buried deep within them were messages that I could spend years delving into.

I loved that I brought a twinkle to your eye. That simple things mattered so much. That the touch of a hand on a foot conveyed a closeness I’d rarely encountered.

I saw you writing again. This time, it was words I’d never read. Things fall apart, the center cannot hold. But the twinkle is still there, refracted through a tear. Is it in my eye or yours?

Menage Monday, week 2×34

Posted in Uncategorized on May 20, 2019 by drmagoo

Prompt: http://www.caramichaels.com/defiantlyliterate/2019/05/20/menagemonday-challenge-week-2×34/

Despite the floor-to-ceiling windows that dominated the room, the lobby of the temple was cold. Cold air, cold marble, cold granite. Molly couldn’t envision these kinds of places ever feeling warm for her, not anymore. Her mother – the one who always brought warmth to her life – lay dead in a box. People were looking at her, though not many. There were some from where Molly’s mother had worked, Mrs. Janks, who lived across the hall, and her Aunt Judy. Molly didn’t want to be in that room. She knew what death was. She’d lost her dad – though they’d never talked much – when she was 14, and her grandmother even earlier. But her mom mattered in a way the others hadn’t. Her mother dying broke the rules, broke what little sense the world made.

On the table at the side of the room was a stack of books. No more than stories to Molly, they’d meant something to her mother, once upon a time, which is why she was here on this cold Thursday. She opened one of the books and flipped through it, hearing the sound of pages flapping against each other, smelling old paper and leather. On an impulse, she grabbed one of the books and fled outside. There was a torch there, burning in the memory of so many lost. She threw the book in and watched it catch, sparks rising to the sky.

But even that did not bring warmth, not anymore. Not to Molly.