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.




“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 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.


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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Winter Hounds – 11 – Howl Little One, Howl

Winter Hounds – 11 – Howl Little One, Howl

She was just about to pull the trigger. The wolf was about to leap.


And then…


Piercing, shaking and sudden, a loud howl echoed across the snowy plain. It was so loud and close, Naomi immediately glanced in its direction, frowning. Had she missed one? Another attack from behind?


Her eyes immediately refocused to the wolf to land a killing blow when she saw the creature had also been visibly stunned by the noise. It leapt backward, ears down and staring to its right. Immediately, as she registered this and hesitated, the wolf ran toward her.


“No!” she shouted, and fired her rifle at the skirmishing form. The bullet missed, hitting the snow. Naomi backed up, knowing she was done for – when the wolf just ran past her. Scared, it soared across the snow at an amazing speed and disappeared among all the chopped trees. Regaining her footing, she tried to reload her rifle again while searching for some sign of life.





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Winter Hounds – 10 – Among the Graves

Winter Hounds – 10 – Among the Graves


“Are you scared of wolves?”


“You’re nothing but a dog.”


“My momma said, the hounds are coming to get her.”



“I’m sorry Naomi, but there’s no one there.”
“Mom was here.”



“…I’m not allowed to play with you any more…”





“Are you going to walk out into the woods,
when you die?”



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Air – Chapter 8 – In Transit

Air – Chapter 8 – In Transit

She could see Chicago long before they were even near it. This was the first time she had seen the city at night, and only the second time she would be in it. A mile up in the air, she watched as the landscape below became larger and larger, as the lights that lit the ground expanded further and further for miles. The entire city was glowing like a sea of stars in a galaxy. Like some science fiction city from the future.


Skyscrapers, parks, rivers, sports fields, monuments all spread out over 234 sq miles. There were over 2.7 million people living in the city.


Diving straight down, the two flew directly toward the center of it all.




“Someone must have seen us…” she said, standing on the rooftop of one of the many skyscrapers, looking over the edge down to all the people and cars below. Her apartment building was four stories high, and out in the countryside.


She held her head for a moment and shook off the dizziness of the drop below. This was more like forty.


Not that it should really scare her. After all, she could fly.


“Nah, who would care to look up? The lights make it hard to see anything from down there. I’m sure no one saw us.”


The sudden breeze was warm, but the distinct smell of pollution filled her nose. Her ears rang with car horns and music and police sirens. She reached down into her pocket and checked her phone. It had taken a little under an hour to fly over here. It was around eleven o’clock. She grimaced at the sight of her missed calls. It was up to twelve now.


“So… what can we do? I mean, it’ll be midnight in less than an hour.”


Thomas looked over at her and gave her this face that said, ‘you’re the one that wanted to come.’

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