Writer’s Block

It was one of those days when the cursor seemed determined to taunt Andy from the corner of the blank white page. It had been three days since he’d written a single word. At least the first of those three days he had been world building. That was writing, after a fashion. Yesterday, he’s simply not written and today seemed determined to follow that same pattern.

Heaving a sigh, Andy pushed away from his desk. He paced to the window, where he’d left a pile of recently acquired books. It wouldn’t have been correct to call them knew, although he’d just gotten them and had never read any of them.

They were old books. Some even had leather covers. All had pages that were discolored with age. If he was very lucky one of them might have even come with a book scorpion. The useful creatures ate the pests that would consume glue and other parts of old books.

Andy flipped open the cover of one and paged through it. It was filled with useful herbal lore. Even if he didn’t trust the information for personal use, it would be a good reference for his stories.

Many of the other books in the pile were of similar use. He was nearly through the pile when he opened a stained, cracked cover. His eyes widened as the pages began turning themselves. A soft glow seemed to emanate from the page themselves.

He set the book down on the desk, as the pages continued to turn. “Leon,” he called, his voice ringing through the house.

He was about to call again when two things happened. The first was that the pages sudden stopped turning, although the faint light remained. The other was that Leon had appeared in the doorway. “What’s wrong, Andy Capp?” he asked.

Waving at the book, Andy said, “That… Did you see?”

Leon blinked and then stepped over to the book. Carefully, he took hold of the pages. He slowly flipped back to the front cover. “This is… it’s a magician’s spell book, Andy,” he said. He closed the cover and, to Andy’s relief, the glow died. “Where’d you get it?” Leon asked, turning to face him.

Andy heaved a sigh. He ran his hand over his brow, even as he shook his head. “It was in the collection that I just purchased,” he said, his voice faint. “I didn’t realize it was… It seemed perfectly normal until I began to page through it.” Now that he thought of it, though, such a book would fit with the others in the collection. “What shall I do with it?”

Leon grimaced. “I will ask my dad,” he said. He headed out of the room, bringing the offending book with him.

Shaking his head, Andy hurried to follow Leon. He wasn’t going to get any writing done today. That much was certain. Hopefully, he would have better luck when he sat down to write tomorrow. If not, it might be time to break out his book of prompts.

Arguing Semantics – Part 3

The final part of the story…


“Well done, boys,” Nate said once they were settled in her office. She touched the micro-transmitter that was on her desk. “We’ll get this down to the Section Eight folks in Washington. If it does what they suspect, they’ll be able to locate the base this cell is working out of.”

Andy heaved a sigh of relief as he smoothed his hand through Mariya’s fur. “It wasn’t easy,” he told her. His brows furrowed. “You’ve got our reports?”

Nodding, Nate said, “The lab techs assure me that it won’t matter if they pack up and move.” She leaned forward to look into his eyes. “You did well, Andy Capp. Just accept the compliment.”

Andy blinked. “Andy Capp?” he repeated, when Nate smiled, he gave Leon a flat-eyed glare. “Does this mean everyone is going to be calling me that ridiculous nickname?”

Leon chuckled and shrugged. “It suits you so well, partner mine,” he said, his tone light and teasing. Then, he moved to his feet, hesitating while Andy followed suit. He arched his brows at Nate, who shrugged. Then, they headed out of her office.

As they were heading down the corridor towards their own office, Andy said, “What was that look for?”

“I was wondering if she was going to scold you for disobeying my order out there,” he murmured. When Andy looked up at him in surprise, he rolled his eyes. “I told you to get out of there.”

“You said to take off, if you were spotted,” Andy said, nodding. He smirked and shook his head. “I followed that order to the letter, Lyova. I took off and got into the car and then… I came back and picked you up – to prevent your capture and possible torture or murder by enemy agents.”

Leon chuckled again and shook his head. “Are you saying that I should have ordered you to leave me behind?” he said.

“If that was truly what you wanted,” Andy said, nodding. He strode into their office and headed over to his desk. After settling Mariya on her pillow, he settled down at his computer. In moments, his fingers were moving over the keys in a rapid, steady rhythm.

“Already getting to your writing for the day?” Leon asked, as he turned on his own computer.

Andy rolled his eyes. “I’m sending a message to my cousin, asking him about the micro-transmitter. Are they really going to be able to track down the cell, even if they pack up shop?”

Leon scowled at him and then asked, “What’s he say?”

Glancing over at Leon, Andy smiled tightly. “All past experience says they will be able to do so,” he said, nodding. He heaved a sigh and then got to work on the story he was editing. It was a children’s book with his dog and Leon’s cat as the main characters.

“Next time,” Leon said, his voice soft. “Leave me behind, Andy. I don’t want you killed because of me.”

“Neither do I,” Andy said, looking over at his partner. He smiled faintly and then shook his head. “I’ve the same training as you, Leon. Stop trying to protect me. I can take care of myself.”

For a moment, Leon looked as though he was going to argue, but Andy cut him off. “Partners watch out for each other. That’s not the same as you keeping me from danger.”

“Right,” Leon said, ducking his head.

Arguing Semantics – Part 2

The second part of the story…


Leon was more than a little nervous as they made their way back to their vehicle. There were so many things that could go wrong. All it would take was one of the ACRE agents spotting them and it would be all over. With the news that she was having them look into Leon, that made it all the more likely they were actively looking for them by now.

“Listen,” he breathed, as they strode across the parking lot towards the car, “if they spot me, you take off.”

Andy glanced back at him with a scowl. “You can’t honestly believe I would leave you,” he said, shaking his head.

Grimacing, Leon said, “If it comes down to that, Andy Capp, you need to get that micro-transmitter to Nate.”

Andy bit his lip and turned away, quickening his pace. “I won’t like it, Lyova,” he breathed. “Hopefully, it won’t come to that.”

Leon heaved a sigh and glanced back. His eyes widened when he spotted two of the goons he’d spotted hovering around the local leader. “No such luck,” he said, turning back to Andy. “Go,” he snapped. “I’ll hold them off.”

Andy said something unkind in Veligradian, but he took off for the car at a run. Meanwhile, Leon spun around, drawing his sidearm. He ducked behind a nearby car as he fired off two sleep darts. The enemy agents dodged to either side and returned fire. Of course, their guns fired bullets, so glass shattered around Leon.

He heard the squealing of tires and he knew that Andy, at least, had gotten away. He nearly jumped out of his skin when a car flew up beside him and Andy yelled, “Get in the car, Leon!”

“Andy?” he rasped, but he didn’t hesitate. Instead, he dove into the backseat and tugged the door closed as Andy floored the gas pedal. There was another squealing of tires as Andy took off away from the scene.

Heaving a sigh, Leon sat up and hastily buckled his seat belt. “I told you to get out of there,” he snapped.

“You’re welcome,” Andy said, his voice strained. He glanced in the rear-view mirror, catching Leon’s gaze. “I told you that I wouldn’t like to leave you behind, Lyova. I meant it.”

“I wonder which is going to get you killed faster: your loyalty or your stubbornness,” Leon said. He glanced back and was relieved to see that no one was following them. Relaxing back into the seat, he ruffled his hand through his hair. “Thanks for picking me up,” he breathed.

Andy heaved a sigh and nodded. After a moment of silence, he began chuckling. It was a thin, almost hysterical sound. “Did you see the looks on their faces?” he asked, tears in his eyes. He shook his head. “I don’t suppose you did, but… it was classic, Lyova! They were completely caught off-guard by what I did.”

“One thing I’ve learned working with you, Andy Capp,” Leon said, chuckling softly. “Expect the unexpected.”

Arguing Semantics – Part 1

Another short piece featuring Andy and Leon…


“The first thing we need to do is get into her room, to check the safe for the micro-transmitter,” Andy said, his voice soft. “To do that, we need to make certain she doesn’t return while we’re searching.”

“I’ll distract her,” Leon said, his gaze going to the woman. He smiled as he turned back to Andy. “You can break in and find the safe. It should be easy enough.”

Andy frowned. “Why don’t I distract her, while you get the micro-transmitter?” he asked, shaking his head briskly. He refused to admit that he was jealous. That wasn’t the reason he didn’t want Leon to handle the distraction of the woman.

“You’re a thief,” Leon said, his tone reasonable. He shrugged. “You know how to get in and get out quickly and without leaving any sign that you’ve been there.”

“I’m not a thief,” Andy said, rolling his eyes. “I’m an acquisitions agent.”

Leon smirked. “The difference is…”

“Thieves steal things for fun and profit,” Andy said, crossing his arms over his chest. “I steal things when it’s necessary for my job. I’m not a thief. I’m just really good at acquiring things that aren’t mine.”

Chuckling, Leon said, “I’m very good at distracting beautiful women. Let’s play to our strengths. Shall we?”

“Fine,” Andy said, heaving a sigh. He pushed away from the wall, heading for the stairs. Before he got out earshot, he added, “Watch for me to return.”

“You got it,” Leon breathed.

Without looking back, Andy headed up the stairs from the lobby. He used the elevator to go the floor where his own room was. Then, he used the fire stairs to go down to the floor where the woman from ACRE was staying. He chewed his lip as he headed to her room. It was directly below their own, which made it easy enough to find. It also gave him a pat excuse if someone caught him on the way in: he had simply gotten the floor confused.

He made it into the room without difficulty. The hotel used keycards, but OWL technology made it easy enough to bypass that. He eased the door closed in his wake and scanned the darkened hotel room, searching for the hidden safe.

He started by checking behind the pictures in the room. He almost laughed when he found it behind a print of a vase of flowers on a table. Setting the print on the floor, he put his ear to the door. He was glad that the safe, at least, was the old-fashioned sort. That made cracking it a simple matter of listening to the tumblers.

He eased the door opened and grabbed the micro-transmitter. It looked exactly like the picture that Nate had shown them. Tucking it into his jacket, he closed the door and turned the dial back to zero. He was just replacing the print when he heard the door to the room click.

Tensing, Andy hurried to the window. In a heartbeat, he was on the ledge and edging away from it, just before the person entered.

“Find out who that man was,” their target snapped at someone. “I don’t like how friendly he suddenly was towards me.”

“Yes, ma’am,” a low voice replied.

Andy glanced up towards the floor above and back at the window he’d just come out. He didn’t hesitate another moment before he climbed up from the window ledge towards the next floor. He grabbed the window ledge for his own room and then gasped when someone grabbed his wrists.

“Sorry,” Leon said, his voice faint. He peered over the window ledge. “I couldn’t keep her downstairs any longer without arousing her suspicion.”

“Turns out, you aroused her suspicion anyway,” Andy said, as he let Leon help him climb up onto the ledge. Then, he swung into the room and set his feet on the floor. “I’ve got it. Might I suggest we leave before she realizes who we are?”

“Good idea,” Leon agreed.


Just a short story featuring my two little spies from NaNo 2017, Andy and Leon.  Do I need to warn you that there’s violence and such?  There is… but it’s not graphic.


“Well,” Andy said, glancing around, “this is a nice change of scenery.”

Leon frowned, his gaze sliding over to his partner. “It’s a prison cell,” he said, shaking his head.

Andy sighed. Meeting Leon’s gaze, he said, “I was being sarcastic?”

“Ah, yes,” Leon said, smirking. He looked through the bars at their captor. “I should have guessed that, really.”

“Being in a cell should be the least of your worries,” the man growled, locking eyes with Andy. “Tell me what you were doing here.”

Andy blinked. “I’m a writer,” he said, nodding. He was speaking slowly, as if their captor wouldn’t understand him otherwise. “Leon’s a photographer. We’re working on a book together. He was taking pictures of the local wildlife, which I intended to incorporate into my story.”

“Do you think I’m stupid?” their captor snapped.

Leon bit his lip and glanced over at Andy. The expression on his face was one of mild annoyance. It seemed like he was about two seconds away from saying that was exactly what he thought. Clearing his throat, Leon said, “It’s the truth!”

“You’ll have to forgive me if I don’t believe you, Mr. Reilly,” he growled.

Andy blinked and looked over at Leon. “I thought your name was Jones,” he said, his expression one of wide-eyed innocence. He shook his head. “Who’s this… Reilly?”

Leon shrugged. “Search me,” he said.

Rolling his eyes, Andy said, “They already did that!”

“Enough,” their captor snapped. He turned to one of his goons. “See if you can force the little one to talk. He looks soft enough that it should be easy to break him.”

Frowning, Leon watched as the goon strode into the cell. As he approached Andy, the smaller man shrank back in his chair. Leon bit his lip, struggling to read the other man. Was he only pretending to be afraid or not? He couldn’t say for certain it wasn’t an act, but he also knew that Andy was easily frightened.

“What are you going to do?” Andy asked, shaking his head. He blinked as the handcuffs locking him to the chair were loosened. Then, he was being half-dragged to the center of the cell. He squawked as he was lifted off the ground and his wrists were locked into shackles that hung from the ceiling.

Their captor smiled. “Let’s see how much it will take to get you to talk,” he said, drawing a whip out of seemingly nowhere. He stepped around Andy and began lashing at his back. The shirt dulled the sting of the whip, Leon knew. At the same time, it wouldn’t help for very long.

He met Andy’s gaze and was not surprised to see tears standing in the pale blue eyes. What did surprise him was that Andy didn’t make a sound through the entire beating.

Finally, when their captor paused, he said, “We’ve told you why we’re here. What… could you hope to accomplish by… this?”

For the first time, their captor’s confidence seemed to falter. Glaring at the goon, he said, “Get him down. We’ll give them some time to consider their fate.” Then, after Andy had been deposited on a nearby bed, they were left alone.

Leon was about to call out to Andy when the other man lifted his head and frowned at Leon. “Think they’re watching?” he breathed.

For a moment, Leon didn’t know what to say. He glanced around, trying to spot anything that might be a hidden camera or a listening device of some kind. Turning back to Andy, he shook his head. “I don’t think so,” he said, finally.

Nodding, Andy took a deep breath and pushed off the bed. He was a bit unsteady on his feet, but he made it to Leon’s side and made quick work of the handcuffs locked on his wrists. As Leon stood, he wrapped his arms carefully around Andy. “How did you do that?”

“Vector Training,” Andy said, giving him a tight smile. “That goon hits like a girl… or, at least, he’s not nearly so good at giving lashes as my handlers were. Shouldn’t we be on our way?”

“Definitely,” Leon agreed. He helped Andy over to the door and was surprised when Andy made quick work of that lock as well. Perhaps it shouldn’t be so surprising. After all, Andy was specifically trained as an acquisitions agent. Locks and safes of any kind were his specialty.

They moved quickly, but quietly and carefully down the corridor until they reached the exit. It was, naturally enough, guarded. Andy gave Leon a crooked smile. “I’ll take care of them,” he breathed.

“You sure?” Leon asked, his voice hoarse. Andy still didn’t seem all that steady on his feet.

Giving Leon a playful wink, Andy stepped out into the open. “Be ready,” he breathed. Then, he cleared his throat. As the guards turned to him, he smiled. “I say! Have you happened to spot my partner? I’m afraid I’ve quite lost him.”

Laughing, the guards advanced on him. “Why don’t we put you back in your cell and then we’ll find him for you,” one said. He chuckled again when Andy gave ground before them.

Leon watched as they moved past him, totally missing Leon’s presence. He was surprised but he didn’t waste Andy’s effort. He stepped out and grabbed the gun from one of the guards. He struck the man in the face with the weapon, as he turned to Leon.

As the other guard turned to Leon, he smiled. “So, you’ve found me,” Leon said. He arched his brow and added, “Hands on your head.”

Scowling, the guard did as Leon had ordered. Andy neatly disarmed him and then they tied him up, gagged him and put both guards in a convenient closet. “Might I suggest we hurry?” Andy asked, smiling wanly.

“Absolutely,” Leon agreed. He definitely didn’t want to linger in an ACRE base for too long. They slipped outside and moved across the yard to where there were several cars parked. Leon stood guard while Andy broke into one, which just happened to have the key tucked inside the ashtray.

Leon sat in the passenger seat, while Andy drove. When they neared the gates, which were guarded, Andy ducked downward and slammed his foot down on the gas pedal. They crashed through the gates under a hail of gunfire. Then, they were out and away. They drove at full speed until Leon felt certain they’d lost any pursuit. Then, he touched Andy on the sleeve. “You can slow down now,” he said.

Heaving a shaky breath, Andy nodded. The car slowed down to highway speed and they turned onto a main artery into the city. He smiled at Leon as they joined the flow of traffic. Then, he began chuckling softly. “When we get to a rest stop,” he said, “You’re going to drive. I need to lie down.”

“Sure thing, partner,” Leon said, nodding.

Too Late

A story focusing on another family… This was inspired by a prompt from Tomi Adeyemi’s writing prompts.


Bertram panted as he hurried towards where he knew Maria was.  He could sense her – feel her distress.  More than that, he could hear her sword ringing as she clashed with the Singers.  However, the clearing had fallen quiet when he finally reached her side.  He stared at the bodies on the ground – at the girl covered in blood.

Her eyes narrowed as she stood up.  “You’re late.”

He gave a shaky laugh.  “Did you take your glasses off before you… summoned your sword?” he asked.  It wasn’t beyond the realm of possibility that she simply hadn’t been wearing them.  After all, Maria wore contact lenses fairly often now.

“One of them knocked my glasses off my face,” she said.  She glanced around, clearly searching for them.

Bertram found them among the Singers that his sister had taken care of.  He wiped them off and handed them over to her.  She heaved a sigh as she settled the glasses in place.  “I suppose we should get Irene to purify them,” she said.

“She’s with Gilbert and Lukas and they’re on their way.  She should be here soon,” Bertram said, grimacing.  He summoned his lance as one of the corpses shifted.  Stabbing it, he added, “Hopefully before they all reanimate.”

“After all I went through to kill them,” Maria said.  She looked down at her clothes and grimaced.  “Thankfully, the blood goes away when Irene purifies them.  Mom would not be happy if I stained my school uniform.”

“To say the least,” Bertram said, almost smiling.  As Irene and their younger brothers arrived.  Bertram smiled.  “Clean up, aisle one,” he quipped.

Irene grimaced and then sang the purification song.  As the Singers vanished in showers of golden light, the blood also vanished from Maria’s clothing.  Then, Irene shook her head at Maria.  “It’s not nice to start the party without us, Maria,” she said, grinning.

“I tried to tell them,” Maria said, shrugging.  “They weren’t very good listeners.”

Following Through the Trees

Liese skipped through the back garden towards the playhouse that Teva had built for them.  Frieda was already there.  They were going to have lunch together there.  It was nice to have space of their own, particularly since they had three brothers.

Konrad wasn’t so bad.  He was old enough that he didn’t have any interest in pestering them.  The most he would do was come and get them for meals or check in on them.  Markus was also older than them.  He tended to be more keen on not having them bother him – as if they would!  That left Johannes.

He was younger than them.  Sometimes, he was busy doing his own thing.  Other times, though, he wanted to see what they were doing.  He very much wanted to see what their playhouse was like.  However, Teva had said it was theirs and he could only go in if they invited him.  They never did.  They did girl things there, after all.  He was a boy, so he had no business there.

Liese didn’t feel bad about excluding him from the playhouse.  After all, they didn’t keep him out of their room.  In fact, they often invited him to play with them in there.  There was nothing wrong with having one space that was just for them.  Was there?

As Liese reached the playhouse, she rapped on the door and then peered inside.  “Hey,” she said, grinning at Frieda.  “are you ready for our tea party?”

Frieda nodded.  “It’s not really a tea party, is it,” she said, frowning.  “I mean, we don’t have tea.  We have lemonade instead.”

“It doesn’t matter if we actually drink tea,” Liese said, shaking her head.  She sat down at the little table in the middle of the playhouse.  After a moment, Frieda joined her.  While Liese poured their lemonade, Frieda set out their sandwiches, fruit and vegetables.

While they ate, they discussed their plans for the afternoon.  Sometimes, they would make up plays or put on performances for Teva and their brothers after dinner.  Other times, they went on adventures in the garden.  It was a large enough garden that they could spend a couple hours exploring.

They were just finishing when they heard a sound outside of the playhouse.  For a moment, they just frowned at each other.  It was a scrambling sound that seemed to come from the roof.  Shrugging, they headed outside to looked.

“It’s a squirrel,” Liese said, grinning.  She pointed as the squirrel jumped from the roof to one of the nearby trees. They watched as it scrambled from one tree to the next.

Then, Frieda sprinted into the playhouse.  When she came out, she had their backpacks, a compass and a pair of binoculars.  “Let’s see where it goes,” she said, her eyes bright with excitement.

Nodding, Liese took her own backpack and shut up the playhouse.  Then, they headed through the trees after the squirrel.  It took them a few moments to find the squirrel again.  However, when they did, it was still scampering through the trees.

“It’s heading towards the east,” Frieda said, her voice soft.  By noting which way they were going, it would easy to find their way back to the playhouse once again.

They followed it for some time as it traveled along tree branches.  Then, they broke out into a clearing and the squirrel was scampering across the grass.  The girls paused as it clambered up the railing of a porch.  At the top of the railing, there was a bowl of nuts.

“Some one left treats for the squirrel,” Liese said, lifting the binoculars to her eyes.  She watched as the squirrel stuffed its face with nuts.  Giggling, she handed them to Frieda, so she could see as well.  “He’s filling his face with them,” she said.

Frieda hummed and then gasped.  Lowering the binoculars, she said, “He’s coming back!  Look!”

As she’d said, the squirrel was on his way back towards them.  They crouched low as it ran towards them, so that they didn’t startle it.  It leapt up into a tree.  Then, it was running back the way they’d come, over the tree branches.

They followed it back through the trees until they reached the playhouse once again.  Once there, it scrambled down to the ground of the maple tree that shaded their playhouse.  While they watched in amusement, it proceeded to bury the nuts all around the base of the tree.  Then, it clambered up to the roof of the playhouse once again.

As it scampered away, Frieda looked at Liese.  “I think we can guess where it’s headed,” she said.  When Liese nodded, she giggled. Then, she turned as they heard someone calling their names.  They ducked into the playhouse to leave their things and collect their lunch dishes.  Then, they ran back towards the house.

The Only Thing to Fear

Here’s a nice little vignette with the prompt of: write about a fear your character is ashamed of.


“You could go up and get a birds-eye view, so to speak,” Kit suggested.

Calleigh looked sharply at Kit.  “It’s dark,” she said, her voice strained.  She flushed when Kit regarded her with a curious expression.  In a soft voice, one she could barely hear herself, she said, “I don’t fly at night, Kit.  I could damage my wings.”

“It’s not that dark, Calleigh,” he said.  His tone was gentle and reasonable.  He was also absolutely correct.  It wasn’t so dark that she risked flying into anything.  She couldn’t think of any other excuse for not doing exactly what Kit had suggested.

“I could do a spell,” Alexander offered, looking from one to the other.  He smiled at Kit.  “Commander Skyler would see further with a bit more light.  Wouldn’t she, Captain?”

“Yes,” Calleigh said, nodding.  She gave Alexander a weak smile.  “Thank you,” she said, her voice soft.

“Do the spell, Al,” Kit said, nodding once.

Alexander wove the lighting spell and the area where they were – where Calleigh would need to fly – brightened noticeably.  A moment later, Calleigh flew up and got their bearings.  After she’d landed and the spell began to fade, they set off once again.

Alexander let Kit a bit ahead of them and then smiled faintly at Calleigh.  “I’m afraid of the dark too,” he murmured.  Then, he shrugged.  “It’s less frightening when you aren’t alone.”

A faint smile touched Calleigh’s lips.  Taking his hand, she said, “Your secret’s safe with me, Al.”  She knew that he’d keep her secret as well.

In the Basement?

Another fear-prompt story.  This one is sort of related to the monster under the bed – write about what hides in the basement.  Since spaceships don’t really have basements, this is the cargo hold.


“I always wonder what might be hiding in places like this,” Schuyler said, his voice faint.  He looked up at Ken and shrugged.  “It’s dark and full of things that no one ever moves.  Anything could be down here: spiders, mice, round furry aliens…”

“Round furry aliens?” Ken repeated.

Schuyler shrugged.  He tensed and pointed.  “What is that?” he asked.

Ken turned to look where Schuyler was pointing.  He could see a pair of huge glowing eyes.  “Not again,” he breathed.  He drew his lightning gun and set it on low.  He nodded when Schuyler followed his example.

“What is it?” Schuyler repeated, his voice strained.

“Fast,” Ken said, as the thing darted to the left.  He fired twice, missing both times.  When the thing ducked under a grouping of crates, he waved at Schuyler to move towards the door.  Then, he wasted no time in guiding the other security man out of the cargo hold.

Schuyler gave a weak laugh as Ken sealed the door.  “Monster in our basement?” he asked, tilting his head slightly.

“Spaceships don’t have basements,” Ken said, as he put a sign on the door saying not to open it.  He glanced at Schuyler and sighed.  “We’ll need some backup when we come back.”  Whatever is was, apparently, they couldn’t take care of it on their own.


The prompt was to write about someone who wasn’t afraid of anything.  The first person that I thought of was Gretchen…


Gretchen frowned as she listened to the captain’s warning over the internal communications system.  She knew that it was meant to prepare them for the worst.  However, she could only see it as a way to scare the people in her area.

“See here,” she said, as she turned to the other people in engineering.  As all eyes turned to her, she said, “Let’s show these so-called pirates what our little ship can do.”

For a moment, no one moved or spoke.  Then, one of the engineers said, “We can’t hope to outrun a ship like that.  Aren’t you afraid of what they’ll do to you when they catch us?”

Rolling her eyes, Gretchen shook her head.  “Captain isn’t going to let that happen,” she said, as she turned away.  “Focus on your work or you’ll have more to fear that space pirates.”

“You?” one of the other said.

She grinned and arched an eyebrow.  “What do you think?” she asked, grabbing up a wrench.  “Now, get to work!”  She nodded as the members of her team hurried off to see to their appointed duties.  With this team and her captain, Gretchen knew that she didn’t have anything to worry about.

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