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Fictober 2024 - Day 31

Prompt number: 31 - It's always been you

Original fiction: The Prince Next door

Rating: G Warnings: n/a

The sun hung low over Central Park, casting a warm golden hue on the leaves. I could feel the excitement buzzing in the air, a tangible electricity that made my heart race. “Okay, Xander,” I said, brushing a stray hair behind my ear as I turned to him. “Are you ready for this?”

Xander, looking every bit the prince in his tailored navy blazer, rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t know, TJ. What if she says no?”

“She won’t,” I reassured him. “Trust me, she won’t. You’re perfect for her. “

Theo, leaning against a tree, chuckled softly. “You’ve practiced it a hundred times. Just do it, man! Lacey’s going to love it.”

Xander sighed, glancing over at Lacey, who was chatting animatedly with some tourists nearby. Her laughter rang out like music, a bright “Ha ha!” that made my heart swell. I could see how much he adored her, how his gaze softened whenever she smiled.

“Why did I think doing this in Central Park was a good idea?” he murmured, anxiety creeping into his voice.

“Because it’s perfect!” I insisted, nudging him forward. “Look, just focus on her. That’s all that matters.”

“Okay, okay,” he said, straightening up. “Thanks, TJ.” 

Theo grinned, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Let’s make a scene. Lacey loves a good show!”

As Xander stepped out, I grabbed Theo’s hand. “You ready?”

“Always,” he replied, a playful smirk on his lips.

Lacey turned, her eyes sparkling. “Hey, what’s going on?”

“Xander’s about to do something ridiculous,” I teased, nudging her closer to him.

With a deep breath, Xander took her hands in one of his, and pulled out a black velvety box from his pocket. “Lacey, we’ve known each other for a little over a year, but for me, it feels like ten. So, it may be bizarre to say…it’s always been you.”

Her eyes widened, and I held my breath, the world fading around us. The laughter of children and the distant chatter of picnics dimmed as she whispered, “Oh my god!” 

“Will you marry me?” he asked, his voice steady despite the tremor in his hands.

“YES!” she screamed, “YES! YES! YES!’

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Fictober 2024 - Day 30

Prompt number: 30 - I won't let you down Original fiction: Beneath the suit Rating: PG Warnings: Sexsim

I shifted in my seat, reminding myself that I was now the manager of the Software Development department. I deserve this; I keep telling myself. I stole a glance at Ethan, seated at the head of the table. His quiet confidence made him utterly captivating. Little did he know, he had my heart racing for reasons beyond the boardroom.

The meeting kicked off, and I struggled to focus on the agenda, my thoughts drifting to how I could effectively blend into this role while keeping my feelings for Ethan in check. Suddenly, Mike, manager of the engineering department, broke the flow with an inappropriate comment that made the room feel smaller.

“I mean, how hard can it be? Programming is practically just typing. Right, Dianna?” His smirk made my skin crawl.

I could sense Ethan’s gaze shift, a mix of disbelief and irritation in his expression. “It’s a little more complicated than that.” I told Mike, trying to keep my expression neutral.

“If Dianna can do it, I’m sure most people will have no problem learning it.” Mike leaned back in his chair. 

I glanced around the table, catching the eyes of Trent, the Biology department manager. He looked equally perturbed but kept his head down. I clenched my fists. Can someone shut this man up? I don’t know if it was my gender or my ethnicity that bothered him the most.

“Let’s not perpetuate outdated stereotypes, Mike,” Ethan said sternly, his voice booming in the silence that followed. “Every department has its challenges, and I expect all managers to treat their team members with respect, regardless of their background.” I caught Ethan’s eyes directly and gave him a look of appreciation. If anyone knows about being treated differently because of his background, it’s Ethan. The official count was 47% of the company left after finding out who his father is. “Let’s move on. Mike, did you meet the new project manager? 

Mike dragged a long sigh, “Yes…”

“Good. You should select one of your team members to work with her and lead the project.”

“Most of the engineering department quit…”

I jumped at the opportunity to recommend my friend. “Maya is there. She has ten years of engineering experience…”

“Maya never went to college.” Mike squinted at me, annoyed that I made the suggestion.

“Maya did go to college,” I said. “She just never graduated.” My words trailed at the end.

“Then how do we know she knows what she’s doing?”

“She knows more than you.” Normally I’m never this patronizing, but this man was getting on my last nerves.

“Alright,” Ethan put his hand up, stopping the argument from getting heated. “I’ll talk to Maya and ask her if she wants to lead the project. If Dianna trusts her, then so do I.”

“Of course you do.” Mike spoke under his breath, but I heard every word. “She probably slept with you to get this position.”

I immediately shot up from my chair and balled my fist, facing Mike.

“Dianna, stop!” I heard Ethan’s voice stopping me from doing something I knew I’d regret. He turned towards Mike. “Mr. Walton,” He addressed him formally for the first time. His voice is calm and low; menacingly sexy.  “You are done here. Turn in your badge and keys to HR before you leave.”

“You’re firing me?”

“You were already on thin ice, Mr. Walton. I won’t argue with you.”

Mike tore off his badge and threw it at Ethan. “You really think this company won’t be immediately shut down after everyone finds out what your father’s done?”

“I’ve dealt with my father’s crimes before,” said Ethan, “Your threats don’t scare me.”

“Good luck,” He whispered to Ethan. He then glared at me before leaving the office. 

Ethan sighed and rubbed his temple with one hand. “Forty percent already lost, what’s one more?”

Trent, who was suspiciously quiet the entire time, suddenly spoke up. “If Mike is terminated, then that means we need a new engineering manager.”

After thinking for a moment, Ethan looked at me. “Do you think you can convince Maya?”

My smile gave away how I felt. “Of course. I won’t let you down.”

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Fictober 2024 - Day 29

Prompt number: 29 - How did this happen? Original fiction: ONE Rating: G Warnings: n/a

San sat on the stone wall, watching the villagers try to salvage what was left of their home. Synna joined him, sitting next to him. She knew he liked his alone time every morning, but she wanted to join him this morning.

“How did this happen?” San spoke softly. He knew how it happened. He can remember every minute. He just wanted to hear it from Synna.

“You did this.” She glanced at him. “You saved their village; saved their lives.”

San recalled the events of the night before. The earthquake, the anxiety he felt seeing the avalanche of boulders tumbling toward the village. He looked at his hand, closing it and opening it again, remembering how much strength it took to stop and redirect them. He remembered, but it wasn’t enough. “I couldn’t save them all.”

“I know you feel like you failed, but look at how many you saved.” Synna motioned to the villagers. As unfortunate as last night was, they were in high spirits, hugging each other and thanking the Gods that all was not lost. “They’ve been singing your praises all morning.”

San hovered his hand over the ground and began drawing circles in the air. The sand beneath him swirled, forming a small sand tornado. He pictured a sphere in his mind and sand slowly formed an orb over his palm. “Growing up, I always dreamed of leaving Kagouni and going on an adventure. When we realized the prophecy was about us, I got excited. I wanted to leave right away. But I could never imagine this…” He swirled the sand around his forearm before compacting it in, forming a solid rock. “This power… I don’t know if I can handle it.”

Synna grunted. “I was born into a noble elf family of healers. I was given abilities I never asked for. I don’t want to be a healer. If I had the choice, I would have never chosen this life. You were given a choice, and you chose this power, so don’t you dare start regretting it now.”

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Fictober 2024 - Day 28

Prompt number: 28 - Just say what you want Original fiction: Journey Rating: G Warnings: n/a

Elara, busy on her tablet, didn’t notice the man approaching her. “Excuse me, is this your ship?”

Elara was already exhausted from the events of the past twenty-four hours. She didn’t want to make any small talk. “The Journey is my ship, yes.” She didn’t look up as she spoke.

“She’s a beautiful ship!” said the man, looking at the ship through the window. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“Can I help you with anything?” Elara said. She didn’t have time to amuse anyone, nor did she want to.

“There are many minor dents in her hull. Most of them are purely cosmetic, but there’s one larger indentation that, if not dealt with, can cause a breach in the hull.”

“Yes, I’ve been told.” She sighed and put down her tablet. “I was also told there was no one at the moment that could work on it and that I would have to wait between twenty to forty hours before it could get worked on.”

“Today is supposed to be my day off, but I can ask my boss if I can work on it. There’s no actual breach, so I can seal it in a couple of hours. I can also check her core for any stability issues and recharge the hyperdrive. She’ll be up and running before the scheduled departure.”

Elara turned to face him. “What’s your name?”

“Jovian Reed, head engineer at Mid Station 1.” He held out his hand and Elara shook it. 

“I suppose you want something in return?”

Jovian scratched the back of his head. “Well… yes… but…”

“Just say what you want.”

“I would like a ride to Mars.”

Elara looked at him, thinking to herself. “You want to be a stowaway?”

“Not exactly…”

“There’s a protocol I have to follow; logistics.”

“I’ll sleep on the engine room floor if I have to.” Jovian tried not to sound too desperate. “You can monitor me 24/7.”

Elara looked at her tablet and clicked her nails on the table, thinking to herself. As rebellious as she was as a teenager, she never went as far as breaking the law. “If you happen to show up at 8 AM port of call, I’ll see that security won’t stop you. I’ll wait no longer than ten minutes.” She picked up her tablet and headed for the door.

“Thank you,” said Jovian. “I won’t let you down!”

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Fictober 2024 - Day 27

Prompt number: 27 - Let me remind you Original fiction: Veil of Death Rating: PG Warnings: n/a

“Purification ritual?” Eveline sat with a worried look on her face.

“Purification from what, exactly?” Mara said, crossing her arms.

“It’s more of a blessing,” Elias explained. “I know of a sorcerer, the strongest in all of Ilasha.”

“Sorcery is what got us into this predicament in the first place.” Mara broke him off.

“And only sorcery will get you out.” Elias took a breath. “This sorcerer, he can break this curse.” He pointed to his nephew. “He saved his life. He wasn’t meant to live.”

“I was poisoned. Someone wanted me dead. Lined my goblet with black scorpion venom and mithrin. The sorcerer brought me back to life.”

“And this sorcerer is willing to help?” Asked Mara.

Elias sighed, “With circumstances…”

“That my daughter marries your nephew.”

“He only performs for the Ilashan royalty.”

“You are the ones marrying into Kadoria,” Eveline said, firmly.

Mara raised her hand, silencing her daughter. “And if I don’t agree with this ceremony?”

The duke looked to his nephew, who returned his look, but remained silent. “With all due respect, Your Majesty, this is an Ilashan tradition, one that we’ve been honoring for thousands of years. I would hate for our treaty, the union of our kingdoms, to be annulled because you refused a simple ritual. Please, Your Majesty, you need us. Your daughter-”

“Kadoria doesn’t need anyone,” Mara interrupted, stressing the verb with almost anger. She turns her head and looks at her daughter. 

Eveline nodded her head before addressing the Ilashans. “I’ll do it.”

The truth was, she did need them. Her living days were numbered, and she was terrified. She needed their protection, yes, but she needed more than that. To break the curse, she needed him. She needed Kaine.

Mara nodded and addressed Kaine. “You will marry my daughter.” She looked at Elias. “We will do your little ritual.” She stepped closer to Elias. “Let me remind you, we are doing this for my daughter. Give me one reason, one single reason, to distrust you, and you will face the consequences. I will not hesitate to execute you.”

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Fictober 2024 - Day 26

Prompt number: 26 - You were the first Original fiction: False Front Rating: G Warnings: n/a

Kori looked at Liyen pensively. She watched as he silently scrolled through his phone while taking sips of beer from time to time. She squinted. This was it? This was the man that captured her sister’s heart? A task that, until now, she thought was impossible.

The awkward silence was irritating Liyen. He could feel Kori’s eyes inspecting him. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“What makes you so special?” she asked.

“I… don’t think I’m special.”

“My sister leaves me for nearly a year and when I see her again, she has friends. Like actual friends, a legal job and a romantic partner.” Kori still couldn’t believe what she was saying. “A cop, no less.”

“What’s wrong with cops?”

“Tommie hates cops. You should know that.”

Liam opened his mouth to object, but she was right. “I’m sure she dated in high school, maybe.”

“Nope.” Kori nonchalantly skipped to the kitchen and opened the freezer. “Yesss,” she said, grabbing Tommie’s favorite ice cream. She turned back to Liyen. “She never really had any friends. She was in and out of juvy too much to create any meaningful relationships, so yeah, you were her first.

“Hm.” said Liyen, “I guess I am special.”

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Fictober 2024 - Day 25

Prompt number: 25 - It consumes me Original fiction: Upon her Cable Rating: PG-13 Warnings: Violence

Edward, the ship’s official cook, stood, holding Robert’s tied hands behind his back. Edward, a big, muscular man, only second to Jaques, had no trouble holding down Robert, a man nearly as muscular. There were several sailors standing behind them, their hands also tied.

Facing them, stood the captain, one hand on his pistol. “Explain.”

“This lot has been meeting in secret many times this week,” said Edward. “Seemed suspicious to me, so I followed them.” He grabbed the pistol from Robert’s holster and handed it to the captain. “They’ve been stealing weapons.”

The captain inspects the gun, and sure enough, it came from the weapons bay, an area forbidden to everyone except for himself and Jacques. “Because I am a reasonable person,” he said calmly. “I’ll allow you to speak your mind.”

Robert didn’t plead or beg for mercy. He disliked Captain Rutherford and his face showed it. “Oh, I’ve been meaning to speak my mind for a long time, Captain.” He spat out the last word. “That’s what you want us to call you. A pirate captain who doesn’t have the stomach to run things the way they should be.” For a man that was tied up and being held down, the man spoke with determination. “You say you want to help us, but you only want to help yourself.” The sailors behind him murmured in agreement, but none of them made eye contact.

The captain nodded, the disappointment in his face obvious. “I always respected you, Robert. I never trusted you, but I always respected you. But mutiny?” He nods to the men behind him. “Looks like you already have your crew, so you know what?” He held up the pistol that Robert stole. It was a fine gun. It belonged to a former admiral, Dutch. “You can keep this. I know you’re obsessed with power.”

“I’m not obsessed with power!” Said Robert. “It consumes me!”

The captain shook his head. “You and your crew will be dropped off on the nearest deserted island. You know the code.”

Robert chuckled. “Pirates don’t survive on kindness and mercy, Captain, and that will be your downfall. You’re too soft.”

The captain clenched his jaw. His face became unreadable. He turned his head to address someone behind him. “Jacques, the girl.”

Aurelie gasped as Jacques pulled her back and covered her eyes with a firm hand. Before she could protest, she heard a click and the loud boom of a pistol followed by a thump on the ground. She covered her mouth to stifle a scream. Jacques had to hold her down, just to keep her from panicking. Her ears rang as he led her out of the room. “How’s that for mercy?” she heard the captain say. She heard Robert’s followers’ cowardly whimper, one of them even pleading. 

The captain continued. “I’ll give the rest of you the option to join him, or a permanent vacation on the island.”

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Fictober 2024 - Day 24

Prompt number: 24 - You didn't do anything wrong Original fiction: NICE Rating: PG Warnings: Swearing

I took a sip from the flask and gave it back to Emerald. I always hated the taste of vodka, but I hoped it would calm my nerves. I told Emerald everything. My secret. What will he think of me now?

He spoke after a long, long pause. “It’s not your fault. You didn’t do anything wrong. You were protecting yourself.”

“I could’ve done something different. I could’ve…”

“No!” Emerald didn’t let me finish. “I’m not gonna let you blame yourself.” He took a sip from his flask. “Now that I know… I’m glad that fucker’s dead.”

We sat in silence for a long while. I didn’t mind it. I enjoyed the moment of peace. In a way, I’m kinda glad I told someone my secret. It felt good to finally talk about it. “Promise me you won’t tell anyone.” Again, I had no right to ask someone like Emerald for any favors, but there’s something about him that makes me trust him. 

He threw his head back, laughing. “Why would I tell anyone anything? As far as I know, we were never here, and you never told me anything.” He stood up and stretched out his hand to me. “Ready to head back?” 

For the first time in a long time, I smiled. Only a little smile, but it was something. I nodded. “Let’s go.“

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Fictober 2024 - Day 23

Prompt number: 23 - We can fix this. I know we can. Original fiction: Resonance Rating: G Warnings: n/a

McKenna followed Jolene into her room. She tried to sound apologetic, but she struggled to hide her relief and delight. “So you broke up with him?”

“No,” Jolene sighed, “He’s the one that told me we should take a step back.”

McKenna bit her lip to stop herself from screaming in bliss. Though she preferred it happened the other way around, she was just happy Jolene and Warren were no longer seeing each other. She watched as Jolene walked into her closet and started throwing her stuff around. “What are you doing?”

“Looking for his football jersey.” Jolene was on her hands and knees, searching under a pile of clothes.

“To burn… right?” McKenna’s favorite tradition was always burning Northbrook U jerseys during the homecoming bonfire. The only problem is… “Homecoming was several months ago.”

“No.” Jolene hissed. “I want him to change his mind. We can fix this. I know we can.” She spotted the orange panther jersey from under the pile of clothes and pulled it out, holding it up. “Found it!”

McKenna sighed. “Give it up, Jolene. You were too good for him. You know you were.”

“No, you don’t understand.” Jolene stood up to face her friend. “You and Myles have been together since middle school. I never dated anyone, and Warren is the first person to give me any kind of attention.

“That’s not true. There was Carter.”

“That was in the fifth grade field trip.”

“Ok, fine.” Said McKenna. “I get it. I’m sorry about the breakup. I just didn’t think Warren was right for you.”

Jolene slumped to the ground and pouted. “It was my fault. I didn’t want my parents to know who he was. I was embarrassed about who he was and where he came from. I couldn’t let him speak. I had to ‘correct’ him every time he spoke. I had to create a man that wasn’t Warren. He’s not good enough. He’ll never be good enough.”

McKenna sat down next to her friend. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.” She put her arm around Jolene. “We’ll find you someone. A student from Yale, maybe.”

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Fictober 2024 - Day 22

Prompt number: 22 - Why are we doing this again? Original fiction: Fate and soul Rating: G Warnings: n/a

Tobyn and Alina continued to argue. Tobyn wouldn’t stop complaining about how he despises Elihad, while Alina tries to convince him the capital city is not all bad, and that she would like to stay even longer. They’ve been arguing for nearly ten minutes and it was irritating Mara.

“Enough!” she screamed, silencing them. She turned to face her friends. “Remind me, why are we doing this again?”

Tobyn and Alina looked at each other before Tobyn answered. “To win the tournament?”

“Oh?” Mara said, stepping closer. “Are you entering the tournament?” 

Tobyn stammered. “N-no, you…”

“We’re going to Elihad so that I can enter the tournament. I’m the one who trained for many moons, with swords, spears, daggers. And if I win the tournament, I don’t have to share the prize with anyone.” She points to Tobyn, “So I don’t want to hear how much you hate the city and everyone who lives there.” She then looks at Alina. “And I don’t want to hear any talk of staying. We leave as soon as I am handed that sword. Do you understand?”

Tobyn and Alina looked down at the ground and nodded. “Yes, Mara.”

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Fictober 2024 - Day 21

Prompt number: 21 - We've done worse Original fiction: Cello Rating: G Warnings: n/a

It is a slow morning at Sound & Score and Brooks, Jax and Moose sit behind the register while Moose reads aloud their critics review from the Shredfest website. 

Last night’s performance by Midnight Rush at Shredfest was undoubtedly solid, but it left a sense of missed potential hanging in the air. The performance itself was tight and well-rehearsed, but there were few moments where the band truly commanded the stage. While Midnight Rush has potential, their lyrics lacked depth, and they seemed hesitant to fully step into the spotlight and deliver the kind of electrifying performance that leaves an audience buzzing long after the final chord fades.

Moose pauses when a young woman with dark hair walks into the store. “Welcome to Sound & Score.” The three say in unison. The woman nods and walks to the song books section. 

Moose continues reading:

Midnight Rush is a band with a lot going for them. Their musicianship is evident, however, the absence of a bass guitar was a glaring omission that could elevate their sound to the next level. With a fuller, more layered sound and a little more confidence on stage, they could easily go from “good” to “great.” For now, though, they remain a talented band in a pool of equally talented bands who struggle to attract attention.

Moose sighs and closes the laptop. “Okay, not great.”

“We’ve done worse.” Brooks says, without care.

“We’ve done better.” Says Jax. “Back when Steve was still here.”

“Don’t you say that name!” Brooks points a finger at Jax. “I don’t want that lazy, unhinged, psycho lunatic anywhere near this band.”

Another woman walks into the store with a boy who looks like he’s crying. She marches up to the counter and nearly throws it on the counter.

“Can I help you?” Brooks asks, as he carefully picks it up.

“What happened to the trumpet, Jimmy?” the woman addresses her son.

The boy rubs his eyes. “I broke it,” he says between sniffs.

“Aw, that’s OK,” says Moose. He bends down to look him in the eyes. “We’ll fix it right up and get it back to you in no time.”

“Don’t bother,” says the woman. “It’s been nothing but a nuisance, just like his father.” The woman grabbed her son and dragged him out of the store.”

“That’s too bad,” says Jax, inspecting the instrument. It’s a really good trumpet.

“Ahem,” the dark-haired young woman tries grabbing their attention. “I’m ready.” She places two songbooks on the counter.

“Ah, yes.” Brooks quickly checks her out. “And with your purchase today,” He held up a small flier, “you receive two tickets to Midnight Rush’s exclusive concert.”

The woman takes the flier and looks at it, “I’ve heard of Midnight Rush. They’re sound is…” She looks up at the boys. “I’ll pass.” She slowly hands the flier back to Brooks and leaves the store.

“Fine,” Brooks says, “I’ll hold auditions for a bass player.”

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Fictober 2024 - Day - 20

Prompt number: 20 - I saw your eyes light up Original fiction: Veil of Death Rating: G Warnings: n/a

There was a light knock on the door.

“Come in,” the king said, setting down the book.

His servant walked in, bowed and announced his visitor. “Your Majesty, Sir Dorian is here to see you.”

“Ah yes, thank you.” Elrich rose from his seat and elegantly made his way to the door. 

Dorian stood right outside the chamber. “Your Majesty,” he bowed.

“Dorian, do you have time? I’d like to speak to you.”

“Of course, your majesty.”

The two of them walked down the corridor in silence. When they reached the gardens, Dorian spoke up. “What was it you wanted to speak about?” His voice was calm, but he was nervous.

“My daughter.”

Dorian swallowed. “What about her?”

Elric turned his back to him and started examining the flowers. “She’s no longer a little girl. She’s become quite the extraordinary lady.”

No longer calm, the young man stuttered. “Celia is...I.. I mean, the princess is quite lovely.”

“Come now, don’t be coy,” Elric said, turning to face him again. “I know you’ve taken a liking to her. I see your eyes light up whenever she’s around.”

Dorian’s heart rate quickened, and his throat became tight.

“I’ve seen your letters.” He continued.

Dorian lost all ability to breathe. Those letters were private. For their eyes only. They were taking a risk writing to each other, but he had confidence that no one else would see them. At least, he thought so. But that’s not the worst part. The worst part was that in those letters, they would mention Celia’s magic.

After a few seconds, Elric continued. “I know about her…” he looked away and took a breath. “Her abilities. She told me.”

Simply having magic was a death sentence in this kingdom, but knowingly hiding the fact that the King’s own daughter is a person of magic, Dorian couldn’t imagine the punishment.

“I don’t know what to say.” Dorian’s voice was barely audible.

Elric made his way to another bush of flowers, carefully plucked one off, and turned it around with his hand. “As you know, Ryland is no longer with us, which makes Celia the heir to the throne.” He turns to face him. “You make her happy. I don’t know what your intentions are,” He said as he hands him the flower, “but just know, you have my blessing.” 

Without allowing him to respond, Elric leaves the garden, leaving Dorian standing frozen. Fear, relief and confusion washed over his body.

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Fictober 2024 - Day - 19

Prompt number: 19 - This is getting ridiculous Original fiction: ONE Rating: G Warnings: n/a

The tent was dark inside. There were several lamps on the ground, and a few on the table, which sat in the middle of the tent. They were all covered, but that didn’t make it any less of a fire hazard.

Lady Rupa sat down at the small circular table, which was covered by an expensive-looking cloth. A mirror in the middle of it, facing up, surrounded by mysterious looking cards. “Shall we start with the oldest?” 

Unah and Duul took one step forward at the same time. Lady Rupa’s eyes darted between them. She assumed her request was clear. “We were born at the same time.” Duul explained.

“But I was born three minutes earlier,” said Unah, glaring at her brother. She ignored his sigh and took a seat at the fortuneteller’s table.

“Your hand.” Lady Rupa said. Unah held out her hand. She took it and moved it closer to her, turning Unah’s palm up. She gently touched her palm with her fingers, tracing the lines. 

“What do you see?” Unah asked after an unbearable amount of silence.

Lady Rupa spoke without taking her eyes off her hand. “I see light…” She traced her finger down her palm. “And darkness. I also see…” her brows furrowed in confusion. There was another pause while she moved her fingers faster. Holding Unah’s hand tighter, she repeated her finger movements several times as if to ‘reread’ something she just saw. “I don’t understand.”

“What.” Said Unah. “What don’t you understand?”

Lady Rupa looked up at Unah, then to Duul and then to San. “There’s three of you?” She didn’t wait for an answer before getting up and approaching Duul. She took his hand, her grip firm, resisting his pull back. Without speaking, she traced the lines of his palm. She shook her head and marched to San, who hesitantly offered his hand. She read his palm, going over and over again before slowly dropping it.

“The world as we know it will change drastically.” Her voice was ominous and her gaze distant, as if she was looking past San. “And you four were chosen to fight the darkness.”

“Chosen?” Unah said, while San said “Darkness?” at the same time.

“This is getting ridiculous.” Said Duul, getting impatient. “Unah, San, let’s go.”

“Wait,” said San, “I want to hear more about this… darkness.”

“There is no darkness.” Said Duul. “There is no ‘Chosen.’” He turned and addressed the fortune teller. “You’ve been kind, Lady Rupa, but we’ll be leaving now.

Unah and San tried to protest, but Duul already made his way out of the tent. 

 “Sorry about him.” Unah took some coins from her coin purse and handed it to Lady Rupa. “Here, for your troubles.”

Lady Rupa handed the coins back to her. “Keep it, my sweet. You have a long road ahead of you.”

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Fictober 2024 - Day 18

Prompt number: 18 - You always have a plan Original fiction: Monochrome Rating: G Warnings: n/a

Zahra and Cameron laid on the grass, looking up at the clouds. “What will you do after we graduate?” Cameron asked.

“Graduate school.” Zahra said without hesitation. It was an excuse to not start working, taking over her parent’s company right after college.

“You know, you can start working during grad school.”

“You know I won’t. I’ll find an excuse like ‘I’m concentrating on my studies, or something like that.’” She turned to face her friend. “What are you going to do?”

Cameron smiled. “Barcelona.”

“Barcelona? Don’t you think that’s a bit dangerous?”

“It’s intriguing. An entire city where people like us can be free.” 

“But it’s impossible to get there. People have died trying.”

Cameron sat up and spoke excitedly. “I have a plan.”

Zahra sat up after her. “Of course you do. You always have a plan.”

“I already have a contact in Barcelona. I just hope he’s still there, and alive.”

“So, your plan is to sneak in?”

“My plan is to fake my own death. Fly to Madrid and erase myself from existence. I’ll lie low. Keep traveling until I reach Barcelona.” Cameron’s gaze was distant, and her voice grew softer. I know it’s a risk. I might not make it… but it’s better than staying here and pretending to be something I’m not.

Zahra laid back down on the blanket. She thought about faking her own death, but the idea scared her. She knew she’d fail somehow, and ultimately come to regret it. But if there was anyone who could fake their death, it was Cameron. “You’re going to ask me to go with you.”

Cameron shook her head. “I won’t ask you to risk your life as much as I want you to come with me.”

[ocean-sands]

Fictober 2024 - Day 17

Prompt number: 17 - Strangest thing I ever heard Original fiction: Upon her Cable Rating: G Warnings: n/a

“That’s… the strangest thing I ever heard.” Annabelle stood up and stepped closer to Aurelie. “Pirates?”

“Aurelie nodded her head.”

“How many of them?”

“All of them.”

“Even Jacques?”

“Especially Jacques.”

Annabelle turned around and held herself as if he had the chills. “Pirates.” She whispered. “I’m on a pirate ship.” 

“Well, think of it this way,” said Aurelie, “this ship is technically a navy ship. It was just… stolen.”

“And the men up there, are they the Navy?”

Aurelie knew it was a rhetorical question, but she answered anyway. “Some of them may be.” Her jest did not amuse Annabelle. “Listen, I know they seem scary, but Captain Rutherford, he saved my life. I could have died on that island.”

Annabelle turned and faced her friend again. “I thought you did.” She embraced Aurelie, holding her tight. “I’m so happy you’re still alive.” She stepped back and looked her in the eyes.. “I want off this ship.”

“I…” Aurelie wanted to protest, but she didn’t want to force anything. “I understand. The captain says we are headed to Santo Domingo. We can drop you off there.” 

Annabelle nodded. “And you’re staying?” 

“I have nowhere else to go.”

Anabelle took Aurelie’s hands. “We go together. You can stay with me.”

“No. I want to stay. There’s nowhere out there for me, for people like me. For the first time in my life, I feel…free.” Annabelle nodded, but Aurelie could sense her sorrow. “I promise to visit, no matter where you are.”

Annabelle smiled sadly. “Where will you go after that?”

Aurelie smiled. “The captain says we’ll go to Port-au-Prince, then back to Nassau…”

“Nassau? You’re going to Nassau? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Oh… um…”

“I changed my mind. I’m staying with you. We’re going back to Nassau together. Mother and Father are jailed there.

[ocean-sands]

Fictober 2024 - Day 16

Prompt number: 16 - No, I'm not ok Original fiction: Inner Demons Rating: G Warnings: n/a

With the awards already given out, the ceremony was now mostly players chatting with each other, recruiting, and congratulating each other, while the music continued to play. Liam noticed Rei sauntering away from the crowd. 

He followed her inside and found her in the hallway, sitting on a bench, staring at an empty wall. She did not hear him come in. He watched her sigh as he approached her. “You ok?”  

She was only a little startled when she saw him. She gave him an approving smile. “I’m fine. I just need some fresh air.” 

“So… you went inside?” Rei chucked at how silly her statement was. “I get it,” he continued as he sat in the space next to her. “Sometimes you just need a break from the crowd.” 

The two sat in silence for a little while, but Liam desperately wanted to speak his mind. “Look, I’m sorry you didn’t win. It’s clear you deserved it. I’m going to talk to the board and— “ 

“It’s okay, Liam. I don’t care.”  

“Are you sure?” 

Rei looked back at the empty wall and sighed. “Maybe a little.” After a brief pause, she continued. “No. No, I’m not ok. I mean, I didn’t expect to get the award, anyway. They weren’t going to consider me because half the board didn’t think I belonged in the league at all. Besides, Beck always gets what he wants, so why bother?” Liam let her speak, not interrupting her as she ranted on. “He’s not even a defender.” She said quietly. “He played defensive midfield but attacked most of the time. Yeah, he scored a ton of goals, but I contributed to more clean sheets, like a real defender; and I scored three goals. I deserve that award!” 

Liam put an arm around her to comfort her. “I know you do. We all know you do. Unfortunately, Beck is the league’s Golden Boy, all because Daddy is on the board and there’s nothing we can do about it.” 

“I’m sorry for going off on you.” 

“Don’t be. You have every reason to be upset. I’m just glad you let it all out.” 

After another slight pause, Rei took in a deep breath and stood up. “Okay, I feel better. I’m ready to go back out there.”

[ocean-sands]

Fictober 2024 - Day 15

Prompt number: 15 - Let's try this Original fiction: Forte Rating: G Warnings: n/a

Melodie walks into the practice room and sees Nadine already inside, practicing. “Oh! You’re here early.”

“I wanted to get some more practice in before you came.” Nadine tries to contain her excitement but in reality she was delighted but also nervous about playing a duet with someone she idolized for so long.

The Claraton Spring Festival was three weeks away, and naturally, Melodie was invited to attend and play. Obviously, Charlisa was invited as well and somehow she gets to perform a clarinet concerto accompanied by most of the Claraton orchestra. Charlisa gets on Melodie’s nerves more and more every day. She’s so used to being the best that she didn’t know how to handle someone taking the attention from her. Chalisa always got what she wanted, and that was what annoyed Melodie the most.

It was Nadine that suggested they do a duet together. Melodie has done a concerto, has had multiple solos, but has never done a duet with anyone before, so the idea interested her.

She pulls out two pieces she was interested in trying. “I was thinking of either Schubert or Friedrich.”

“Um,” Nadine starts, “Nevermind.” She wants to move on, but Melodie insists. Nadine reaches into her briefcase and pulls out two sheets of paper. She hands one to Melodie. “Let’s try this one.”

Melodie takes one. She turns it over, looking for a title. It doesn’t bother her, so she just shrugs. “Okay.”

The two girls play the first phrase of the piece. Nadie pauses and makes a suggestion before the two start again. 

After playing through it twice, Melodie feels like she has to ask. “Who wrote this?”

“You don’t like it?” Nadine asks, though it sounds more like a statement.

“No, love it.” Says Melodie. “It has hints of Vivaldi.”

Nadine wrings her fingers and looks at the ground. “I wrote it.”

Melodie’s eyebrows shot up. “You wrote this?”

“In middle school. I saw it when I was cleaning my father’s basement. I never finished it.” She takes the two sheets and puts them back into her suitcase.

“Wait.” Melodie tries to stop her. “We can play it at the Spring Festival. We’ll finish it together.”

Nadine shakes her head. “No. I only wanted to hear how it sounded. Let’s just play one of the ones you chose.”