Don’t Miss ~ Flash Fiction

March 25th, 2013 by Theresa

“I don’t think so!” Julia snatched her purse from the security guard at the doors of the capital building.  Desperation seeped through her mind.  The job had to get done tonight. If not, the werewolves holding her sister captive would have Cindy for dinner, literally.  “I will not submit to this indignity!”

“Ma’am?” The guard said trying to placate her. “It’s standard procedure. Everyone gets searched for weapons.” He tried to smile gesturing for her purse.

“I will not stand here and get felt up by your goons like I’m common thug!”   She prayed that the guard would dismiss her as too much trouble to deal with.

“I see,” said the guard. “Won’t you step this way behind the screen, then?” Julia’s heart sank. Still she stalked over to the screened area. Once there, she glared at the man.  “Now. What’s in the bag?”

“It’s uh…personal,” she hedged.

“Got  five sisters.  Nothing shocks me.  So, really, what’s in the bag?”

Shoulders sagging she set down the purse. The guard walked over to it and looked inside. Cindy was dead now.  No way that the guard would let her in with a wooden stake meant for the feebly insane vampire Mayor.

The guard looked in the purse then back to Julia with a frown.  “Thank you for your cooperation, ma’am,” he said loudly.  He held out her purse and smiled.  Julia snatched it back. “The Mayor will be in his office alone for the next twenty minutes,” he whispered. “Don’t miss.”


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A Gift for a Gift ~ Flash Fiction

March 18th, 2013 by Theresa

King Jayson stormed through the castle.  Raw power dripped from him setting the dust and paintings afire.  Courtiers and minor nobility ran for their rooms.  Knights trailed in the King’s wake to soothe bruised egos of ignored dignitaries.  Chambermaids rushed to keep the flames at bay.

“Where is she?”  The King’s roar shook the foundation of the castle.  “Where is my wife?”

As the power rolled off him, the King’s least favorite tapestries burst into flames.  “Thania!”  His roar set off a sound wave breaking all the windows in the Queen’s Wing.  “Face me and answer for your actions!”

The soft tinkling of bells surrounded him.  Thania. The Queen emerged from her rooms to face her husband.  She curtsied low and stayed down.  Vanilla and amber scents filled the hall.  None let her gentle powers fool them.

“Arise,” Jayson said softly. While the power still rolled off him, all saw his demeanor change as she stood.  The Queen still that that effect on him.  “Why is it, my love,” he said through clenched teeth, “that four of my flying dragons are missing?  Are you waging war without me?  AGAIN?”

“They were small countries, my King,” The Queen said evenly.  “I thought them fitting as a gift for you to prepare for the birth of your progeny.”

The King’s power flared then subsided.  Kneeling before her, Jayson searched Thania’s face.  He stood smiling and kissed his wife thoroughly.  “A boy or girl?”

“Twins.”  Thania clarified softly.  Jayson fainted on the spot.


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