A short story for you guys!

I finished the 8-week writing course called Start Writing Fiction today. I thoroughly enjoyed it and this is my final piece of writing for it:

My brother. Poor Mike. He’s special, you know? And you know what happens to special kids, especially ones in an all-boys school. I wish mam had been able to get us into a mixed school, then I could have protected him some, like in primary school.
Honestly, a piece of string should not be called underwear. Continue reading

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Ice Cold

Writing prompt: It’s the summertime and you’re swimming with your best friends in the lake near your house.
You dive in for when you come up for air feel the chill of winter, snow was covering the ground, and your friends are floating dead next to you.

“Race you!”

Jaden flung his shoe at Lance, who caught it. Jess giggled. Lance blushed, dropped it and ran after Jaden.

“Come on, we can easily beat Jaden,” Jess said tugging on my arm. Holding hands we ran together. She was faster than me but she always stayed at my pace, she could beat Lance no problem.

Catching up on Jaden, Lance kicked out a foot. His flip-flop raised slowly into the air. With unbelievable accuracy, it hit Jaden on the back of his head. Jaden, already unbalanced with trying to take off his shoe, tripped forward.

Jess and I passed him spitting dirt out of his mouth.

Reaching the jetty, Jess lets go of my hand. Lance had dived in already and was making for the raft in the middle of the lake.

I stood, panting. Fumbling with my sandal straps, I watched Jess run and dive smoothly into the sparkling water. It closed around her with a small splash.

Looking back, Jaden was standing, holding his other shoe over his head triumphantly. He smashed it to the ground like an American football.

I ran along the jetty, gasping as my bare soles smacked the roasting boards. The jetty vibrated violently warning me of Jaden’s approach. I jumped into the water, no graceful dive for me.

The water was cold, but I ignored that. Not moving as the bubbles brushed past my skin, I love this feeling. I started swimming through the water. Breaking to the surface to breathe and orientate myself. I love swimming underwater.

I pulled myself onto the raft.

* * *

“Danny!”

Looking around I saw my mom and a cop skating across the frozen lake. I couldn’t tell if it was dawn or dusk. There were an ambulance and a cop car parked beside the lake. The headlights pointed towards me standing in the middle of the raft. Looking down, I cried out and fell to my knees.

“Don’t move!”

I flinched as the cop pulled out a gun and pointed it at me.

“Don’t you point that thing at her!” Mom halted between me and the cop, holding a hand up to the cop. “She’s in nothing but a bikini and shorts, she’s not threatening.” She called out clearly so that the EMTs who were approaching could hear her too. The cop reluctantly put the gun away.

“She is not to touch the bodies.”

I stared down at the frozen remains of my three best friends. They surrounded me, in a triangle.

“Danny, come here carefully,” mom coaxed holding out a blanket. I got up and stepped over Jess, “that’s it, come here,” mom encouraged.

The cop scolded us. “Ma’am, I have questions for Danny.”

“Robert, she has no shoes on. She has to be checked up by the EMTs.”

“I’m not cold,” I whispered to mom.

“It’s the shock, you there,” she caught the closest EMT girl with a stretcher, “like down.”

“But I can walk.”

“Do as your mother says. You will get frostbite and hypothermia out here.” The EMT girl said pushing me onto the stretcher.

* * *

“If we get a lawyer we might as well shout it from the rooftops that she did it!”

“We have to get one Sonia, how else can we explain it. They are saying it was a group
initiation ritual! They are saying Danny was the leader.”

“Oh come on, that’s laughable!”

“It’s the only thing that makes sense, why else were they all in summer clothes in the middle of winter?”

Opening my eyes, my mom, and my stepdad Henry were whispering back and forth. They both looked towards the door every couple of seconds. I groaned as my surroundings filtered in, I was in the hospital. I hate hospitals.

“Danny, you’re awake?” Mom grabbed my hand and squeezed it.

“Mom, what happened?”

“You don’t remember?” Mom whispered Henry moved to the end of the bed watching the door.

I shook my head. There was a knock on the door.

“Don’t say anything until the lawyer gets here,” mom said, Henry breathed a sigh of relief. The doctor came into the room.

* * *

“Well, this isn’t too bad,” mom said in a cheery voice.

“Mom, it’s a mental hospital,” I dumped my bag on one of the 2 beds the little room. There were 2 lockers, 2 wardrobes, between the wardrobes was a door that led into a small bathroom, “why am I here?”

“The doctors want to keep an eye on you. You were on that raft for ten hours and not even a cough.”

“They could keep an eye on me at home. No need to lock me up here.”

“The lawyer has advised us that if you participate in a program you will get a lighter sentence,” Henry came into the room.

“I didn’t murder my best friends,” I said for the hundredth time.

Mom shot Henry a disgusted look.

“We both know that,” Henry said, “but right now your explanation sounds bat shit crazy, and won’t convince anyone other than those who know you.”

He pulled me and mom into a hug.

“When can I get out?” Accepting the tissue mom handed to me.

“I don’t know, it depends on the doctors.”

A bell sounded in the corridor.

“We have to go, honey, we will be back next week. I love you,” mom gave me one last squeeze before leaving.

Human Summoning

Writing prompt: One minute you are in your house, the next you are standing in the living room surrounded by three demons. They dropped their Ouija board and scream as they run to the bathroom and locked the door. “I told you we shouldn’t have touched it!”
I really like this story and I think there is more to it. I will be adding to this prompt this week.

“I should never have bought these damn boots,” Jake muttered to himself sitting in the middle of his bedroom floor tugging at a sleek black boot. The remains of a wooden ruler lay beside him, “fits like a glove is an understatement!” He cried out using his bootless right foot to try and kick the heel off his left foot.

The air fizzled around him, a spark flashed from his fingertips.

“What the actual…”

His bedroom disappeared.

He was sitting on a stone floor, staring across at the couch filled with three things. Before he could register what they were, they screeched causing his hair to stand up on end. He ducked as they threw something up into the air. He could hear thundering feet exiting the room.

“… fuck?”

He lowered his arm and looked about the room cautiously. There was nobody in the room but himself. The thing they had thrown up into the air had landed near him. With the toe of his boot, he gently flipped it over and stared.

It was an Ouija board.

The room was well lit, but there were no windows, no source of light that he could see. He stood up slowly.

Placing his bootless foot on his left foot, to keep the cold from seeping up through his sock.

“Marcus? Are you playing some weird in-depth scam?” He called out surprising himself with how much his voice shook.

He heard a noise over by the door. His heart hammering in his chest, he turned carefully. Half closing his eyes, not wanting to see.

A small purple kangaroo shaped creature stood in the doorway staring at him.

Why on earth did I think kangaroo? That looks nothing like a kangaroo.

“You are human, yes?” It asked in a surprisingly deep voice.

Jake stood frozen as it came into the room. It walked on its back legs, its front legs were long, it kind of used them like an ape. He had no tail. Definitely nothing like a kangaroo. Something else was following into the room.

That’s a crab claw anyway, a big one. It had yellow drooping skin, it seemed to have a head and shoulders, but Jake couldn’t distinguish a face. Crab claw was taller than the not kangaroo.

Jake knew he had seen three creatures when the third one did not arrive. He realized that they were waiting for him to speak.

“Yes, I am human. What kind of elaborate trick is this?”

“Trick?” The not kangaroo said, “we accidentally summoned you. You can leave now.”

“I don’t know how I got here, if you summoned me, you should be able to send me back,” Jake said angrily.

He screeched.

A huge bumblebee the size of Jake’s own head appeared not two inches from his face. He fell over backward hitting his head.

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That was a strange dream.

He opened his eyes and yelled loudly when he saw the three creatures looking down at him.

“I told you we shouldn’t have touched it!” He heard one of them say as he ran out of breath.

Cleaning up

Writing prompt: Every so often a dream-catcher must be ’emptied’ of the nightmares it has caught. Who does it and what do they see? I wrote more than 500 words this time, I think this story could develop into something bigger.

The cursing woke her up.

Is Uncle Bob home? No wait, why would he be in my bedroom?

“Last time I play a game of cards with those pixie fools!”

She turned over in her bed and opened her eyes, she could see a silhouette of a figure standing on her desk, flapping its arms about, they sort of looked like wings… I must be dreaming. She reached out and turned on her lamp.

“Bugger…” The small man said freezing. He wore a patch-worked suit, the colours were all so bright and clashed with each other, it hurt her eyes to look at it. He pivoted. She gave him a small wave.

A two foot tall man with a bushy beard is standing on my desk and I wave at him. Well done Paula.

“Um what’s that kooky stuff on you?” She pointed to the lumps of blue stuff stuck to his suit, it was that that had made her think that he had wings.

“The guts of dream-bugs,” he looked down at himself, “this was my best suit.”

“How did they get all over you?” She asked sitting up in bed and looking around to see if she could spot the bugs.

“They were in this,” pointing to her dream-catcher which was leaning on a pile of her books, she saw it had the blue substance attached to the strings, “the way the pixies told me, is that that gives out the same energy as a sleeping human. The dream bugs fly straight for it, and-” he clapped his hands together but it just made a soft sound and a bit of the guts landed in his beard.

“Do you need help?” She swung her legs out of the bed and stood up.

“Don’t touch it. It’s really valuable, I have to put it in the jar,” he pointed at an empty jar that sat beside a small backpack, “every time I try to put it in, it comes out again stuck to me!” He showed her by scraping his hand off the rim of the jar, the blue guts piled up on the edge, and stretched out to his hand.

“That seems to be-” she started to say but broke off when the guts sprung off the jar and reconnected with his hands. “I’m going to go to the kitchen to get something, you will be still here when I come back?”

“It’s not like I can go anywhere,” he flapped his arms about vaguely, “get a bottle of vinegar while you’re at it!”

She heard him shout as the door closed behind her. She ran lightly down the stairs, her mother always left the bathroom light on throughout the night. She scampered into the kitchen, and opened the second drawer looking for the tool, she grabbed it and shut the drawer. She turned to leave but then remembered, padding over to the cupboard and pulled out a half full bottle of balsamic vinegar. She ran as quickly and quietly as she could back up the stairs, hoping he would still be there.

“Ta-da!” She held out a spatula in one hand and the bottle of vinegar in the other, “what’s the vinegar for?”

“What’s that thing for?” He asked staring at the spatula with suspicion.

“It’s to scrape the guts off you,” she placed a bottle of vinegar down on the desk away from the mess that he had made, “stand still.” She ordered.

He did what she said, but watched her every move. She scraped the spatula along the front of his suit, he put one foot back to stop himself from being pushed over. When she had a fine size lump of guts on the end of the spatula, she picked up the lid of the jar with one hand, and scraped the lump of guts into the jar. When she was done, she closed the jar cutting off the guts sneaky escape. She gave him a satisfied smile. And continued with her work, telling him to lift his arm this way and that, and a turn around.

“Finished,” she said after only a couple of minutes of work, scraping the last of the guts into the now full jar, and screwing it tightly shut.

“Thank you,” he said to her as he tucked the jar into his backpack, rubbing his hands together he looked lovingly at the bottle of vinegar, “that’s the good stuff that is.” He said as he opened the bottle and took a swig of the bitter brown liquid.

Paula watched in horror as the vinegar disappeared down his throat. He put the bottle down and closed it, there was an inch left over.

“This is one weird dream,” Paula said getting underneath her covers again as he put the bag on his back.

“Do you normally have dreams this vivid?” He asked cocking his head to one side.

“No, but it can’t be real, there are no such things as pixies and dream-bugs,” she said yawning.

“Thanks again for the help, and the vinegar,” he said and with a snap of his fingers he was gone.

She turned over onto her back watching the dream-catcher sway gently from its hook on the ceiling.