Keepsake – Part 6

Keepsake – Part 6

As the three spoke together, the younger ones thanking my friend for the rescue, I silently wondered why the children were keeping the kitten a secret from their mom.

 

“What’s the cat’s name?” Sam asked them, keeping up with the children’s fast pace conversation.

 

Conner sent his sister to make sure his mom was still napping, not to wake her up and help. They both obviously didn’t want her involved.

 

“Robin!” Conner exclaimed. “He’s like Batman.”

 

“No,” his sister replied, exasperated. And then calmly correcting him, she stated, “She likes the birds.”

 

And that was the second and main point. The children didn’t know if the cat was a boy or a girl. If their mother knew they were taking care of a cat, I’m sure she would have told them what gender it was. The kitten sat above the girl’s arms pressed to her stomach, comfortable but wide eyed and claws every now and then extending in nervousness.

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Keepsake – Part 5

 

It wasn’t until I woke up to the sound of my cellphone ringing that I understood how much last night’s events had bothered Sam. Dully, the senses in my mind came into focus as sight focused on the white popcorn ceiling of the bedroom where I slept. I blinked, as light from my window temporary blinded my vision and felt a yawn come on as I reached out to at the nightstand. There, my phone buzzed with a name on the screen.

 

SAM

 

“Hello?” my voice sounded hoarse and drowsy. I rubbed my eyes with a fisted hand.

 

“Hey – are you just now getting up?” I heard Sam’s cheerful voice on the other end turn to mocking as he realized he had awoken me.

 

“I’m thinking of hanging up and going back to sleep, yeah.” I knew absentmindedly that I was acting rude, but that part of my brain hadn’t caught up to my speech yet. Thankfully, I heard laughter on the other end.

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Keepsake – Part 4

 

My fingers ran back and forth over the buttons of the game controller. No matter how swiftly I pressed combos, dashed, jumped and shot, I could not beat Sam. My eyes were starting to hurt from staring at the screen for so long. With a quick jump and strike, his little yellow ninja struck my purple one down with a finishing blow, ending the battle. The health points displayed at the top of the screen revealed the massive gap in our skills.

 

Sam had beaten me again.

 

His hands were relaxed and his posture upright, as though he wasn’t trying. I would have thought he’d be bored, but his smile said differently.

 

“One more round? You’re totally getting better.”

 

Even as a winner, he was a nice, understanding guy. But I had had my fill.

 

“No, I think I’m done. I’ve been beaten too many times today.”

 

Not that the game was in my possession at home, I didn’t own any video games besides a handheld I bought way back. So of course, Sam had a major advantage.

 

“You don’t even care that you lost, do you?” Sam asked with a grin.

 

I guess I didn’t. But it was a video game, was I supposed to be upset over something that in retrospect wasn’t important?

 

“Sam!” we heard a call from downstairs to which he quickly got up to answer.

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Keepsake – Part 3

Keepsake – Part 3

The first thing I needed to do was separate the puzzle into colors. That took quite a bit of time, turning over each piece and organizing them. I had no idea if any of the colored pieces matched with each other but I had to start somewhere. For example, by the time I had finished, there was a large pile of annoying blue pieces which I figured was the both the water and the sky. It was going to be difficult to figure out which was which and what went where.

 

The second action I took, was finding all of the frame pieces. Once I had a frame, I’d have a base and would be one step closer to finishing what I considered a waste of time.

 

But I wanted to prove my dad wrong.

 

And equally, I wanted to get out of yard work.

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FFfAW – Blind

This is my entry for the week of December 20th 2016 at the FFfAW Challenge by Priceless Joy! This is definitely a darker entry of mine and based off of the serial I’m working on here at FOwB. The story takes place some time in the story of Winter Hounds, but will not contain any spoilers and is a stand alone, so no worries.

Either way, hope you enjoy!

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(Photo Credit by Joy Pixley!)


Blind

Joel pressed the rifle to his chest listening to his own heartbeat and the sound of his lungs as they contracted and expanded. In and out, in and out…

Under the tree, covered by snow and fog, his eyes couldn’t see anything but white. The soles of his shoes built up dirt as he scuffled, trying to control the shaking of his body.

A howl echoed from far away.

His teeth clenched together. Eyes shut closed, filling his pores further with the dirt and moisture on his face. The world had become quiet, so he stopped his breathing completely.

Gain … control … come on. Calm down Joel… come on.

But his mind whispered loudly, because Nathan, Samuel and the mighty Boone were already gone.

Another howl called out to only him. It was much closer. The hounds, the hounds were coming to get him. Joel slowly opened his eyes and raised his rifle, aiming it into the white abyss.

He waited.

And waited.

One more moment, and I’ll ru-

When the moment passed, he was dead too.

Keepsake – Part 2

Keepsake – Part 2

-Author’s Note –
This is a sequel to the six part short story, Orchestrated. It features the same characters and takes place in story two months later. Keepsake won’t spoil anything from Orchestrated and will only make small references to it. You don’t need to read Orchestrated first, but it’s recommended if you have time. ;D


My enjoyment of jigsaw puzzles is nonexistent, and apparently in the eyes of my father that was something he disapproved of. This disproval wasn’t something I was full aware of until I woke up this morning – though looking back it should have been obvious. See, it wasn’t until I stepped into the kitchen and saw the table that I realized how far my father would go to prove a point: jigsaw puzzles were worth completing.

 

It all started last night, when my dad found me sitting on the couch watching a television show, a comedy he and I viewed sometimes. He entered the room at 10PM coming home from work and said I needed to do something that stimulated the brain.

I found that suggestion unneeded. After all I had already gone to school which took up my morning and half the afternoon, did all my homework for the day and read a few chapters in a book I was reading. Giving myself to mind numbing television before going to bed seemed fair to me. In father’s eyes however, seeing me today only watch television was a reflection of how my day had gone.

Unfulfilling.

I wouldn’t disagree with that. Then again, I feel like most of my days are, so honestly it wasn’t abnormal. School, homework, recreation and relaxing. That was the summary of my life.

Either way, my father suggested ideas I could do for tomorrow.

“Austin, how about you do something besides watch Tv? How about…” he struggled to come up with an idea as he took off his jacket. It was cool enough to wear a light coat or jacket, it being the middle of October. Florida never hit below freezing temperatures though, even in the winter time.

“I don’t know. A jigsaw puzzle? Those are fun,” he tossed the idea to me.

“No,” I responded right away. “Jigsaw puzzles are boring.” I tossed it right back. Apparently, at his face because he became offended. He gave me a look of disbelieve.

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FFfAW – Quiet

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-Quiet-

I could hear only the footsteps of my new sneakers in the dark. Being winter time, the thick air was filled with cold humidity that I took in the lungs with every breath. Quiet serenity was a river that washed away all past anxiety weighing on my shoulders. Rarely was anyone on the road – not even a passing vehicle – until my eyes fell on a young man standing under the street light.

His jacket, slumped posture and appearance left an impression that I found eerily familiar. We passed under the light and giving him a silent nod. His knees unbuckled.

Pausing, I watched him regain balance.

“You alright, kid?”

Nothing.

“Need some help?”

For a moment I wished I could hear something, the sound of breathing, or steps, frogs or crickets – it was too cold for those calls; a sign that told me life wasn’t around.

“I…” he murmured,”… I don’t know…”

An odor, liquor on his breath.

He sniffled, visibly maintaining his composure. My shoulders lowered and I smiled sympathetically. Yeah, this was a kid whose whole world had just ended.

I’d been there.

Walking over, I listened to him until he made it back home.


This is my entry for the week of December 13th 2016 at the FFfAW Challenge by Priceless Joy! I hope you all enjoy this piece of sweet melancholy. The idea was at first a story between two men, and one who couldn’t see stars. But this was the final outcome. Working on descriptions and imagery than story or dialogue. I hope you enjoy!

(Total word count was 200, hope that’s okay!)

For other entries in this week’s challenge, click here!