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Spoils of War 12 – Flee!

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The slug. Aran was looking behind them, where the slug-thing was still screaming on the salt. I feel bad for it.

Nikol swallowed a It wants to eat us and then a Well, for fuck’s sake, come on, and then, for good measure a Are you fucking kidding me?

What the hell was she supposed to say to that?

She stared at Aran while she considered those options and a few others and then, finally, decided to dump it back in his lap.

“What can you do for it that doesn’t endanger us?” Continue reading

The Tiger and the Tree Girl

This is just a story piece that came to mind whilst driving.  Fae Apoc, about 15-20 years after the apocalypse. 

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There was an accountant in the slave market.

Vepki was fairly certain that the man wasn’t actually an accountant, not some fifteen or so years after the world had ended.  There were probably still places that needed such things, but Springfield wasn’t one of them.

The accountant was reading the signs above the cages – rather like a zoo, Vepki thought, which was more appropriate than most would know.  He smiled, a snarling expression that would probably scare away the accountant.

That was fine.  He didn’t particularly want to be purchased, anyway. Continue reading

Hidden Mall 71: Shopping!

The letters sort of hung on the screen.  Abby thought her eyes might be beginning to blur.

SOME OF YOU ARE MORE DISTINCT THAN OTHERS.

“Good, good.  We all have two legs… wait.  Some of us might have four legs.”  The Animal Farm reference distracted her for a second.  What was it, Four legs good, two legs bad?

I HAVE NOT SEEN AN ABBY WITH FOUR LEGS, ALTHOUGH ONE CRAWLED.

“It was a bad joke.  Ah. If we shop for you, and send you others that will shop in you, will you hold the Abby you first made an agreement with?”

I CAN HOLD HER, AS LONG AS SHE DOES NOT COME INTO THE CONFIGURATION SHE MADE AN AGREEMENT WITH.  

On the screens to the left, the shops slid together until there was no escaping them.  Abby gulped.

“Which configuration will you hold her in?”

CLEVER.  The screens all flashed for a moment, the images jiggling.  ALL CONFIGURATIONS EXCEPT THE ONE WITH WHICH THE OTHER ABBY MADE THE AGREEMENT.

“Okay.”  Abby relaxed.  “You must like us.”

YOU ARE PLEASANT BEINGS. WE HAVE AN AGREEMENT.  WHEN YOU ARE DONE SHOPPING, GO TO THE VERANDA EXIT AND THE DOOR WILL TELL YOU HOW TO GET TO THE NEXT MALL YOU NEED TO GET TO AND HOW TO GET HERE WHEN YOU NEED TO.

“…This is really possible?”

Abby barely registered the credit cards dropping on the desk in front of her.

MANY THINGS ARE POSSIBLE IF THEY ARE NEEDED.  THIS IS NEEDED. I WILL HOLD THE OTHER ABBY IF SHE COMES HERE.  SHOP. EAT. REST. MOVE ON.

Abby picked up the credit cards.  “Thank you.”

THANK YOU.

“Okay girls, let’s shop.” She found herself smiling, giddy, ready to whoop.  She had a magical credit card and a whole mall to play in. She was going to enjoy it.

An hour later, they flopped in the food court, their table laden with food and bags all around them. ‘Via had been the hardest to coax to shop; she had spent too long in the malls and too long bitter.  In the end, Olly and Liv had done it by trying on things and showing them how they’d look on her.

A doppleganger would be nice for shopping, Abby mused.  Shopping and knowing what I’m thinking and so many other things.  “If only the other me wasn’t evil,” she muttered out loud.

Olly shot her a look.  “You can’t help that, you know.  You can only be yourself. You can’t do anything with the way they are.”

“I know.”  She sighed.  “I’m being stupid.”

Liv shot her a look.  “Which definition is this?  Like mooning over a jerk, or being ridiculous and not telling the teacher when you’re being bullied, or-“

“Oh.”  Olly blinked.  “Jealousy.”

“Well…” Abby sighed.  “Yeah. Something like that, I think. Like I said, stupid.”

“Your Abby has flavors of stupid?” ‘Via leaned forward, looking curious, chewing on a chicken wing.  The food had come without any apparent people, the same way every store had taken their credit card. “And – acknowledges it?”

“What?  I’m a human being.  And Liv is my best friend.  I mean, Liv has seen me through all sorts of stupid — even before this.”  She leaned in closer to her friend.

“This wasn’t your stupid.”  Liv was suddenly really quiet.  “This was totally my stupid.”

“I mean, to be fair, I think it was, uh, technically my doppelganger’s evil.” She poked at her food.  “I mean, the mall would’ve been interesting but safe otherwise, I think – I mean, if we can believe what anyone tells us.”

The thought was depressing.  The whole thing was depressing. She sighed a little, then realized what she was doing and tried to shake herself out of it.

“It’s not your fault, you know.  You’re really trying. You’re trying to take care of us, which is – it’s weird, and I like it, but it’s good. And you’re doing your best to come up with an answer instead of just finding a place to hunker down.” ‘Via leaned over and very awkwardly hugged Abby.  “You didn’t do this. Just because she had your face didn’t mean she was you.”

“Thanks.”  She hugged ‘Via back, surprised that it actually did make her feel a little better.  “Thanks, guys. I’m sorry, I dunno what came over me.”

“Well,” Olly pointed out, “the whole stress of being stuck in a horror movie?  I mean, that’s not the most cheerful thing.”

“And finding out -”  ‘Via trailed off. “Anyway, it’s not surprising, really.  It’s okay to be a little upset, you know. It’s human.”

Abby poked at her food a little more.  She was getting really tired of food court food, but even saying it seemed ungrateful – it could be man-eating fruits or no food at all, after all.

“Just try to eat a little,” Liv coaxed.  “And then we’ll figure out a place to rest before we head on.”

“Okay, okay.”  She ate every soggy vegetable and managed three breaded chicken bits.  She should’ve done a sub. That would have been smarter. But no, she’d gotten General Tso’s chicken, because it always made her feel better.

Under normal circumstances.

Which was not what they got to see anymore…

She shook herself.  “Okay. I’m good. Guys?”

“Hold on.” Via dug in her bag and passed over a premixed shake of some sort.  “Here, you drink this. I’ve got a few and they ought to go down easy enough.”

It tasted sort of like liquid chalk with a little chocolate flavor, but it did go down easier than the chicken.  Abby muttered her thanks. She wanted to move on; she wanted to sleep. She wanted to find her other self and punch her; she wanted to believe that there wasn’t really someone who had her face who’d done all this.

She wallowed another miserable noise with another mouthful of shake.  Olly hugged her again, and that just made her made more stupid noises.

“All right,” Olly murmured.  “Let’s find a place to sleep.  Then we can worry about the world – worlds – in the morning, okay?”

Olly could steer.  Abby let herself be directed, her eyes half-closed.  

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Running in the Bear Empire 46: The Nameless Claw

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Previous:45: By The Numbers
Next: 47: You Will Die

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There were twelve soldiers — without uniforms, but Deklegion and Haloran from the looks of them— rushing towards Carrone and Deline.

“Halt!”  The commander – had to be the commander, the way he was talking – pushed forward, pushing Teshone in front of him.  Teshone clearly didn’t want to be moved, and the commander was using a sword and two of his cronies to do the forcing.  “I’m not joking around, Carrone, I will push your friend into whatever trap you have next.” Continue reading

Dictator, Dic-TAH-tor…

After I wrote Council Meetings, I wasn’t 100% satisfied that I’d fulfilled the brief, err, written well to the prompt. 

So I wrote this.  This is Fae Apoc, Cloverleaf; the viewpoint character is Nathen, the star of Lightning in Autumn and the novel I am writing based around that story. The era is after that novel wraps up, a little bit into Cloverleaf’s time. 

Written to Eseme’s prompt to my Third Rail Prompt Call

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Nathen had eaten more scones and muffins in the last 4 weeks then he thought he had in the 40 years previous, possibly excluding that one year where he was dating a baker. That have been a good year.

“I’m telling you, she might call herself a ‘Mayor ‘ but she’s a dictator!”

“There’s a Council…. Some of them are elected…”

What he was finding was that sitting in a cafe, possibly this specific cafe, was a bunch better education on Cloverleaf then the tours he’d been given. Not that the tours had been disingenuous or flat-out lies, it was just that they only told him about the bones of the city, and Nathen had always felt that learning about its heart and blood were more important.

Don’t give me that. I’ve watched her — watched her, she’s not even ashamed of it — overturn the council’s decisions on a whim!”

“…on a whim? Are you sure?” Continue reading

Hidden Mall 70: Better than Others

The stores moved behind them.  Abby tried not to turn around, but found herself peeking.  She could see the Little Panda grind to a halt halfway between the Little Italy and the Subway.

She turned back to the security office, feeling absurdly guilty. “They wouldn’t move when there were people here.  They don’t like being looked at.”

“I’m not sure if that’s more or less creepy,” Olly admitted.  “It makes them like Weeping Angels that are… shopping.”

Abby took a breath. “I am not thinking about that right now.”  She opened the door to the security office, half expecting to be hollered at by some guard who had been watching — well, not the mall, clearly.

There were cameras; there was a door.  There were control boards like a sound room.  There was a chair. But there was nobody in there. Continue reading

The Meter Problem

Originally posted on Patreon in June 2019 and part of the Great Patreon Crossposting to WordPress.

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This is all @lilFluff‘s fault. Brought on by a toot thread in a now-deleted server, quoted below. Science! ‘verse. 

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“I think we’ve got it!”

Liam stopped at the door and peered at his scientists.  They had to be his; they were in his building.

But he couldn’t remember what this room – tucked behind the break room and next to the fire escape – was even for.

The scientist looking at him looked like she’d forgotten what a brush was for, but she also looked thrilled.

“Tell me more.”

“The square meter challenge.  It was a problem for interns, twenty years ago.”

Liam made a mental note to make sure someone in HR knew about this department.

“And…?” Continue reading