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Her Broken Mechanical Heart

She dropped the wrench on the ground. She was so flustered these days that she couldn’t even fix this simple hover bot she had been working on. A project that usually took her 2 days was now headed into a week and a half and the owner was threatening to take his business elsewhere. To the mechanic cyborg down the street. And that was just the problem.

That stubborn, mechanical, shiny and sexy cyborg. He was part machine, part human. Mostly machine but his face was still ruggedly handsome, and his smirk made her mechanical heart skip a beat. She was becoming defective, she needed a new upgrade. She shouldn’t be feeling this way. There was nothing in her programming that would constitute what was going on. Her heart was thumping along much faster than the metal wires should have allowed. Her brain components were going haywire. And her usually perfect bionic sight went all hazy when she was near him.

Both of them being mechanics she was near him quite often. They worked in a small village and they were constantly competing for clients and for work. She worked her mechanical butt off trying to out work him and get more business…at least, that’s how it used to be. Until she fell in love with him. Now she wasn’t focused, was taking longer to work on her projects and was losing customers to him. And he had no idea. He couldn’t feel emotion. Up until 3 months ago, she hadn’t been able to either. But something had snapped in her. Had short circuited. Now she was feeling things forbidden to her kind and having thoughts that would make her creator keel over. And that wasn’t even the worst. The worst was the dreams.

Every night when plugged in to charge up the dreams came. Dreams of them together working, out on walks, in bed…thoughts that couldn’t come true because of basic anatomy but that didn’t stop her mind from wandering. And lately the human part of her that was left seemed to being forcing it’s dominance on the rest of her. If she didn’t get fixed soon she would be doomed to a life of loneliness, and, no income.

She decided to go see the cyborg doctor in the morning, as she gave up, again, on her hover bot project.

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Hey everyone! That’s everything! I hope you liked it and please let me know if you want to hear more. I might definitely write more. This is an idea i’ve been toying around with for a while and I would love to flesh it out a bit!

Again thank you everyone for sticking with me and I definitely plan to be writing more in the future than I have been!

Goodnight,

Crystal

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Turning into a Monster

2030-

As we knew them Vampires didn’t exist…but, in another form, they were very much real. Thin pale skin, blood red eyes, nails like carving knives on the end of their fingers. They were nothing like the romantic, smiling, sparkling creatures the world had been admiring on the screen and in their books.

Scientists weren’t sure what caused or created them. No one knew if they began that way or something more like us. No one knew whether it was magic or a virus or evolution. How they began however had no effect on how dangerous they were. They had been wiping out the human race, countries at a time. The feudal class system had returned and who had been determined the elite of our society was hidden behind high, impenetrable walls while the rest of us were left to be slaughtered. Every branch of the military was in action. All over they were trying to figure out how to combat these monsters. Of course, everything in fiction was wrong. They attacked during the day, silver had no effect on them, garlic seemed ridiculous. Unfortunately the only thing the tales had gotten right is that they seemed to be immortal. Beheading them did work, but good luck getting close enough to behead one. They had lightning quick reflexes and were deadly.

As aforementioned no one knew how they came to be…but I knew they were like us once. Living and breathing humans. With feelings like love…and remorse. With families. How did I, just a commoner among the new hierarchy system, know all this information? I was turning into one. I first noticed when I had a dull, aching pain in my gums. Like a toothache starting up. The very next day as I was looking in the mirror I noticed it. The tip of a fang poking out.

Now, just two days later. I could see my skin paling, getting thinner. My pupils had gotten red to the point I needed to wear contacts. I had to hide it as long as I could. Long enough to tell the Emperor. You see, I was one of them. I knew how they evolved into their form. However, because I was turning into one, I also knew something vital to the survival of all mankind. To the survival of my loved ones…I knew how to kill them.

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Just wanted to write a quick short story. I was thinking about leaving it there but let me know if you want me to continue it into a longer story. Thank you all for the support as well!

 

Writing Prompt Short Story

an angel meticulously plans a criminal act with a monster

Ok so above is my writing prompt and below will be the story. I decided to try something new. If any of my followers have any writing prompts that they’d like me to use to write a short story let me know in the comments! Thank you!

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Sabella paced back and forth. Well I guess hovered would be the better term as her wings were fluttering at the speed of light and keeping her floating above the ground. She looked at the old and rusted clock on the wall for the thirtieth time in the past five minutes. “Where is that stupid troll?” she thought out loud. She shouldn’t even be here. She should be lounging on a cloud and pouring rain through the western hemisphere. Not here in this dirty, old, abandoned train station waiting to help a troll rob the palace.

Finally she heard shuffling through the halls. The green troll rounded the corner. At 8 feet tall, he had to duck under the ancient arches. His skin was scaly and rough and he had a slimy ooze running down his body at a steady rate. He walked towards Sabella at such a slow rate that she started hovering even higher as her anxiety grew. Each second longer that she was there she got more anxious. Constantly looking around and even up to make sure no one was there. Finally Glert, the troll, got to Sabella and looked up at her. She immediately launched into a million questions.

“How did it go? Did you talk to the council? Did you explain exactly what we were doing? OhMyGod are we really DOING what we’re doing? Should we not do what we’re thinking about doing? How’s my brother? Did you see my brother? Oh God what if they don’t even HAVE my brother? Are you sure they have my brother?” She finally took a deep breath and stopped her tirade, looking at Glert expectantly.

He very slowly blinked before simply replying, “Are you ready?” In a loud and brutish voice.

Sabella deflated. It was apparent she wasn’t going to get any answers out of Glert.

“Yes, yes I..I suppose we better go.”

She followed Glert out of the train station and into the dark night. Right in front of the palace. “Are…are you sure there isn’t anything you and your brother would like more than the royal jewels? A shiny precious stone perhaps…from a river? An unguarded river even?”

Glert just grunted and kept moving forward. Sabella sighed and waited for Glert to do his part in this heist. As he started throwing rocks at the palace, Sabella glided into the palace through the door that the guards left open as they ran after what they thought were children. She just hoped Gert didn’t hurt them….or worse. She glided silently and invisible through the palace and took the royal jewels, easier than a kid reaching into a cookie jar. As per their plan she left the palace and returned to the abandoned train station. There she found Glert already waiting…covered in blood.

“Oh…oh did you have to kill them?” Sabella cried. She collapsed to the ground holding her heart. The death of humankind always pained her.

Glert just grunted again. “Jewels.”

“Wha..oh, oh right. Very well. That’s all you care about. All you wanted anyway.” Sabella threw the jewels at Glerts feet. He picked them up gingerly. The most gentle movement Sabella had ever seen him make. After inspecting them for a minute he nodded and seemed satisfied.

Sabella spoke up, “Now…now that I have upheld the part of my bargain, I want my brother back.”

Glert looked at her for a moment before nodding. He started walking deeper into the tunnel and Sabella took is as a sign to follow. She followed Glert to a big iron door that she hadn’t known was there. Glert knocked 5 times in a rhythmic pattern and the door opened. Inside she couldn’t see anyone or anything that had opened the door. In here were more doors than she could ever imagine. Gert led her to a tall heavy one that looked enchanted. As she approached she felt herself getting weaker. The enchantment was to suppress magic. Gert opened the door and stood aside.

Sabella looked hesitantly inside. “Gabriel?” she called into the room. Her voice echoed letting her know how large the room was. She took a couple more steps in and suddenly the door clanged shut behind her. She immediately rushed back to the door and started banging on it.

“Glert! Glert! Open the door! We had a deal!” she screamed. She yelled and yelled but the door stayed shut. She walked to the back of the room and searched around. It was big and round…and extremely empty.  She got to the last corner of the room and gasped. There, on the floor, was her brother Gabriel. He was dead. She sobbed and fell against the floor. Facing the same fate as her dear brother.

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Sabella looked hesitantly inside the large room. “Gabriel, are you in there?” She heard no response. Her voice echoed letting her know how large the room was. She looked back at Glert who stood motionless and hesitantly took a few more steps into the dark room. Immediately she heard the heavy metal door shut behind her.

“Glert! Open the door! Please! We had a deal! Please, I just want my brother back!”

Suddenly through the small space in the door her brother, Gabriel appeared.

“Gabriel! Oh I am so happy you’re ok! Please, open the door so we can get out of here and go home!” She cried with relief. They’d finally be going back home. After a moment though she realized the door wasn’t opening. She looked at her brother still standing there.

“Gabriel…why aren’t you opening the door? Please!”

Gabriel turned away from her, “I am sorry sister…goodbye.”

The small opening in the door was shut as Gabriel walked away.

“NO! No Gabriel please! Come back! Please!” Sabella sobbed, banging against the heavy door. She pounded at the door, the tears flowing freely. After what seemed like ages she slid down onto the cold hard floor. She would never escape from this room.

*************************************************************************************So that’s my story for the writing prompt, I hope you all liked it. I couldn’t decide which ending I liked better so I decided to put them both up. Let me know in the comments which you liked better! And, as always, have a good night!

The almost wedding of Julia Parker

I sat in the taxi fidgeting the tulle under my gown and thinking I’d rather be at home in my flannel pajamas instead of going to this wedding any day. My wedding as it turned out. You would think in 21st century America arranged weddings would be extinct. Unfortunately for me I was 1/28th part Indian and my parents were 1/10th Indian. Spiritually and mentally however they were 100% Indian through and through so it should have come to no surprise when they told me they were marrying me to an Indian prince who live in Oklahoma but was wealthy from the land and people he owned back in India. I kicked and screamed and didn’t eat for a week but I couldn’t convince them to let me out of it. Another downside of being part Indian was that I was spoiled rotten by my parents who were rich from an inheritance. Some long lost Aunt had died back in India and even though my mother couldn’t remember her she was apparently the favorite niece. This meant I had no job, no income, and no place of my own. If I disobeyed my parents and didn’t go through with the marriage I would be homeless in the middle of nowhere, Oklahoma. My name is Julia Parker. I am 19 years old and I am being married to a 29 year old man who I have never met who has 3 wives back in India. I repeated this to myself in the taxi numerous times because part of me still couldn’t believe it was happening. And then there was Alex.

Alex was my best friend back in Rhode Island. We talked and hung out all the time and only because I would sneak out at night. My parents would have a stroke at the thought of me being unsupervised with a male. Especially a 22 year old white male with full tattoo sleeves on each arm. Alex dressed almost entirely in leather or denim and rode a Harley. He was rough and tough on the exterior but inside was sweet as cotton candy. The feeling where it’s almost too sweet but you can’t help to take another bite. The truth was that recently I had started looking at Alex as more than a friend. The subtle hand brushes against our sides or the just too long hugs made me think that maybe he felt the same. I sighed as a loud honk brought me back to the present. We had arrived at the church for my very traditional Indian wedding complete with belly dances. I exited the taxi and walked towards the church. Looking around I saw bright colors, heard the drums being played and even heard the horse that the groom would arrive on. Out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw a flash of black. Shiny black leather. I whipped my head around but no one was there except the belly dancers. Heading into the church I caught a glimpse of the canopy we would stand under for the ceremony. It was tall and actually quite pretty. The whole thing would be pretty if I wasn’t so against it all.

I was walking towards the powder room when I was grabbed from behind and dragged into a small dressing room. I would have screamed had a hand not covered my mouth. Looking down I saw the finishes of an ornate tattoo sleeve. I spun around and came face to face with Alex. He didn’t say anything, just leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. We looked into each other’s eyes and I realized he didn’t need to say anything. He gave me his famous half smirk and grabbed my hand as we tip toed through the kitchen and out the back door.

I suddenly didn’t worry about anything. I wasn’t worried about where we would go or how we would afford it or even what my parents would think. I couldn’t stop myself from laughing as we rode to the train station on the groom’s stolen horse.

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So the part in bold was my writing prompt for this story. It could definitely have been improved with more length and detail. Maybe even what happens to Julia and Alex or more about how they met but I’m feeling quite exhausted today and I do actually like the picture of them taking off on the groom’s horse which is what the groom usually rides in on in a traditional Indian wedding. I did a little bit of internet research for this one and I hope everything was correct as far as Indian weddings go. I hope you all enjoyed the story and, as always, have a good night!

Lost

Many years ago I knew a young lady. Her name was Hazel Moss. Her and I would joke countless hours about how her name pretty much described moss. She would argue that it was creative. I would argue that her parents were drugged up hippies when she was born. She never argued with the latter.

Hazel loved to take walks. She’d walk in the woods. Walk around the lake. She’d walk anywhere as long as she could take the camera I gave her for her birthday with her. She loved taking pictures as much as she loved walks. She would give me her camera and ask me to develop her favorites.

Hazel didn’t have a job.  She said that working with people brought her down and exhausted her soul. She preferred to be in nature. Whenever we met we would meet in the abandoned shack in the woods that she called home. She frequented the free boxes at yard sales. All of her furniture, decorations, and necessities came from yard sales with the exception of her pictures. She hung her pictures everywhere. She said they made her feel like she was in different places at once. Like she could fly.

For many years Hazel lived in that shack. She loved it and maintained it as well as you could for a jobless person who lived in an abandoned shack. One day a few drunk teenagers came across Hazel’s shack while she was taking a walk in the woods with her camera. They kicked her furniture. They tore down her sheets, and smashed her ceramics. They peed on her bed and poured gas on her clothes. Maybe this could have all been forgiven. Maybe if they had left after all that I wouldn’t be writing this story. Unfortunately maybes have yet to turn back time. They burned her pictures. They took each one and torched it in the flame of a lighter. Such a small flame and yet, it did such damage. After all her pictures were a pile of charred ash and only a few colorful corners remained, they burnt down the rest of the shack. The wood charred and discarded on the forest floor. I don’t know Hazel’s reaction to this. I don’t know what she did when she came back and witnessed what had become of her beloved home and her treasured pictures. She might have cried and cried. The wailing mixing with the birdsong. She might have yelled and threw whatever was left until her throat was sore. Knowing Hazel I find it most likely that she sat on the forest floor. Quiet for a very very long time.

I do however know what she did next. You see I know what happened to the shack because it was in the news the next morning. I was sitting there with my morning coffee and a cucumber sandwich halfway to my mouth when the story flashed across the screen. It was in that same news story that showed my darling Hazel, laying at the bottom of a cliff off of highway 10. She had jumped, of course, because she would never had ridden in a car. Besides there were no other debris besides her fragile body, now broken.  She was in a better place now I suppose. One positive thought to brighten the pain and sorrow that I felt. At the very end my darling Hazel had learned how to fly.

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So first let me say that this story is entirely fiction and made up. The names are made up, the highway is made up. Even the cucumber sandwich is made up as I’ve never had one in my life. This started as a story to a picture writing prompt that showed only some bare wooden trees. I started out with a very different idea but I definitely like this one better. Please let me know what you think! Thank you very much.

First Line Generator

So I used a first line generator which generated part of a first line for me this time. Hopefully you all like this short story. Please leave me some feedback below and thank you for reading. As always, have a good night.

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The pen hadn’t been worth stealing but there it had been. Sitting on his shiny desk. Seeming like it was mocking her and her dusty desk. Her office that used to be a closet. That was haphazardly put together when there had been nowhere else to put her. It had no mouth but the new, shiny pen spoke volumes. Volumes about where he was in the company. Where she hoped to get to but so many people doubted she would. And then there was the other side. The other reason she had slipped the pen into her pocket. It had been easy of course. He was at another meeting, another luncheon with the heads of the company. Things she was never invited to.

She admired him, as much as it pained her to admit it. Admired the way he walked as if walking on clouds. With such a strong air of confidence it couldn’t be missed, even in this busy office building. She could sense when he walked into a room. Almost as if an invisible line were connecting them and she could tell when that line was tugged. It horrified her but she even suspected she was gaining feelings for him. The way she looked up when he walked by. How she straightened her skirt when he walked into the room. The agonizing time she was spending on her hair and makeup lately when she had never cared for makeup before. She was changing herself for a guy who didn’t even know her name. A part of her hoped he’d notice the pen missing. That he’d look for it, attempt to find it. Maybe she could pretend to have found it and return his pen to him. Or, maybe she would be daring, maybe she’d use the pen right in front of him. Maybe then he’d notice the frumpy clerk across the hall. The on who was always looking at him when he was on the phone. Talking and laughing with his clients as if they had known each other for years. Maybe, like for her, the room would be in a blur except for her and he’d see her clearly.

She went to bed that night with the pen in her purse. Wistful thoughts filling her head about how she’d return the pen. How they would strike up a conversation and it would begin his realization that they were meant to be. That them working in the same office was fate and he had just been blind before. Maybe he’d open his eyes and realize that she was his dream girl. She drifted off with these thoughts in her head.

The next day she took extra care picking out her outfit. Sleek black pencil skirt and royal blue blouse. The only one that had golden buttons on the sleeves. She slipped on her black pumps and her pearl necklace. Her hair was up in a bun and her makeup was applied with utmost precision. She arrived at the office early, hoping to catch him before another luncheon took him for the rest of the day. Maybe, after their encounter, he’d even cancel lunch to spend longer with her. As she entered the office however her spirits dropped. There, on his shiny desk, was an identical, brand new, shiny pen sitting exactly where the old one had been. The stolen pen had been forgetting and, with it, her wistful dreams.

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The planet was her spouse.

She awoke, at what time she wasn’t sure. She floated to look out the window of the spacecraft. There it was, spinning slowly and gracefully, huge and blue, with stripes of grey. One lone teal ring orbiting around the planet. She admired it for a few moments more before heading to the small kitchen for a coffee.

As usual the coffee was stale and the air had the same filtered and artificial quality to it that it always did. She went back to the middle of the cabin and got her helmet on before proceeding to the spacecraft door. She waited in the chamber for the cabin to pressurize before exiting into outer space, her suit attached to the spacecraft. She floated as close as she could safely get to the planet. Gazing with love and admiration. It was 2080 on Planet Earth and they had become so progressive that you could marry anything you wanted basically. Even if it was already married, or not even alive. She had married this planet. It was 20 years ago now that she had become an astronaut and taken her first trip to outer space. As they went through their mission and were heading home, they had passed her planet. It was love instantly. The colors spinning on the surface, the wind gliding in the planet’s orbit. So she had gotten married to it and now she spent several weeks up here every year. She would love to spend more time up here but unfortunately it was too dangerous for the human body to be up in space for that long. Last time she had stayed a week past when she was supposed to come back and was threatened with losing her traveling privileges. She could visit more if she lived on Mars with the rest of her family, but she loved the natural air and green grass on Earth and the crisp ocean water on her skin.

As the spacecraft drew around the planet she turned on the gravity in the cabin, took off her clothes and laid in front of the window. Craving some personal time with her spouse before she had to head back to Earth tomorrow. The planet where she would never truly feel at home.

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I’m in a writing kind of mood today so I went on a writing prompt generator and the writing prompt was the same as the title of this post “The planet was her spouse.”

Let me know what you think and if you’ve written any short stories that you’d like me to read please let me know. Thank you!