August 22nd, 2012 by Theresa

Sabrina gasped at the headlines. “Friday the 13^th   Is Bad Luck for Prominent Lawyer Indicted on 300 Counts of Fraud – Email Records Exposed.”

Shaking her head, Sabrina set down her newspaper. With their divorce final, there was no way she could have known about it.  Only Sophie could have guessed. That cat spent more time on Brett’s laptop than he did.  She missed that cat. Hearing a faint scratching at the door, Sabrina opened it to find Sophie sitting there washing her paws.

“Serves him right for hurting you,” said the cat. “My name was a terrible password. Is there cream?”

August 16th, 2012 by Theresa

“I don’t want to kill you bastards! Fine! Die then!”  Paul always liked to hear himself talk.

Gunshot echoed everywhere. Spraying blood mixed with the rain. Teeth and claws glinted in the small flashes of light. My hands ached from squeezing the trigger and reloading. Bodies stacked up around us in the dark of day. We had enough silver ammo to take down a pack twice their size.  We were in the wrong spot in Central Park at the right time.  Hours later, it was over.

I looked up through the rain.  The storm and ash cloud that covered the earth the month before looked the same.  Who would believe that Mt Everest would blow? None knew how long we would be in the dark.  None realized that werewolves were just as scared as the rest of the humans. We quickly found the control for the lighting system and got the park lit.

“This is insane,” Paul muttered. “Why the hell would they all attack now? The Lieutenant ain’t gonna like this.”

“He’s gonna love it,” I said finally.

“You drunk?” Paul hitched up his gun and began to stack bodies.

“Nope.” I rolled a few bodies over and found my shovel. Finding a wide open space I began to dig. Had to get the bodies under dirt fast. Who knew what else was out there?

“So why is he gonna love it?”

“It must be a full moon,” I said between shovels of dirt. “We can tell time again.”

As appeared on  #ThursThreads – The Challenge That Ties Tales Together – Week 34 with Siobhan Muir on August 16, 2012

http://siobhanmuir.blogspot.ca/2012/08/thursthreads-challenge-that-ties-tales.html

August 13th, 2012 by Theresa

Is he serious?  I thought looking up from my bloodied knees.  I stood slowly with shaky hands out to my side.  “Honey?” I said softly, “Don’t do this.”

“I’ll be fine, love,”   he said. Hands down to his side, my lover merely smiled at the gun pointed to his face.  “He pushed you down, stole your purse is now demanding that I give over the ring I want to marry you with.  When I’ve taken care of this nuisance, we’ll have to finish our conversation. You were going to tell me something, remember?”

He was serious. Oh hell.  Was all that talk about being a super soldier and a spy true? Was he delusional? I took a breath. His confidence poured off him like fountain of cool water.  Only crazy people were that calm under pressure – or he was telling the truth.

“Fine,” I said.  “You take care of this, quietly, without killing anyone AND with no trace back to you?  I’ll tell you whatever you wish to hear.”

It was over in less than twenty seconds. Before I knew it, our assailant was disarmed, knocked unconscious and tucked behind a dumpster with the gun dumped in another bin. He retrieved my purse and handed it back to me.

“There,” he said dusting himself off. “No prints, no fuss, no muss. Now, I believe we were right about here.”  He got down on one knee and pulled out ring with a giant ruby. “Will you marry me?”

As appeared on Thursday Threads with Siobhan Muir

http://siobhanmuir.blogspot.ca/2012/07/thursthreads-challenge-that-ties-tale.html

July 30th, 2012 by Theresa

Honorable Mention, as appeared on the Weird, the Wild, and the Wicked! by Siobhan Muir

http://siobhanmuir.blogspot.ca/2012/07/thursthreads-week-32-winners.html

Having your life flash before your eyes? It sucks.

Watching every mistake ever made, every bad decision, and episode of poor judgment play out  filled me with regret.  I knew how it would end  – me overdosing in a shitty motel bathroom.  Alone.

“Stop,” I managed. “Just stop it!”

“Is that really the story you wish?” The voice came from everywhere and nowhere. “Is this how you want to be remembered?”

“No,” I said bitterly. “It’s not like I can go back. I mean if I knew then… You know what? Never mind. Just let me die and get it over with.”

“Would you change? Would you be different if you could do it all again?” The voice held an edge I couldn’t define.

“Different?” I laughed bitterly. “I wouldn’t be different. I’d be better. Hell,  I’d even tell my mother that I love her.”

“And the price you’d pay?”

“Just about anything.” Regret flooded what was left of my soul.

“Let’s say you go back. Do me a few favors and it will all be yours.”

“I won’t kill anyone or commit crimes,” I stated to the nothingness. What did I have to lose? This was all a hallucination anyway – the last active cells in my brain fighting for life.

“Not required.” The voice fell silent.  Darkness surrounded me.  Then light.

“Happy 21^st  birthday!”  My mother shook me awake. I was home and her smile was everything. “I  see you got a new tattoo!”

“I love you Mom.”

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