Day 18 of 365

Mylard stared around at the spaceship’s control center. Tomkin found herself floating upward a moment later. The girls made eye contact, nodded and began looking for the box again.

Valrose was narrating as the two searched. “Looks like they’ve discovered that the box transforms their surroundings! I’m excited to see who’s going to win though! What they don’t know is that there’s always something dangerous lurking in each of these worlds! The more times they go through the spaces the more dangerous the threats are! Now, of course, the question is how do these girls get out of this? We’ll have to find out!”

Mylard spotted something that looked like the box for a moment but upon floating closer realized it was a little portable screen. She grabbed it and turned it on. The screen flickered to life showing a security camera of the spaceship. She swiped through the screen seeing herself and Tomkin floating and a large figure in the corner–wait–she looked up just as the figure attacked her.

Mylard found herself thrown against the controls, sparks flying as she hit them. Tomkin startled saw a dark figure she couldn’t quite piece together what it was, but it came at her. She propelled herself away and into a hallway. Her heart hammering as she aimed to get away. Just as she left the room a loud alarm sounded.

WARNING. OXYGEN SYSTEMS HAVE BEEN TURNED OFF. PLEASE TURN ON MANUALLY FROM THE CONTROL CENTER OR THE ENGINE ROOM. THERE IS 98% OXYGEN REMAINING. WARNING… the message repeated.

Tomkin froze as she heard it and found herself floating a little far to the left, she hit the metal of the spaceship hard. She winced and looked up. The figure was still coming at her. It moved fluidly and terrifyingly for her as if about to consume her whole.

Mylard floated aimlessly for a few moments in shock as the stinging burns from hitting the controls pained her. She jolted suddenly as she remembered what was going on. She twisted around reminding herself that she should look for the box.

To be continued…

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Day 15 of 365

Both girls continued their struggle inside the strange room. Tomkin’s glasses didn’t do much to help as she tried to figure her way out of the room. She spotted something strange off to the side as she wandered around. It was a tiny black box. Tomkin walked over to it, tripping several times as her depth perception was interrupted by the strobe lights.

Mylard struggled the breath had been knocked out of her when Tomkin had fallen on top. She rolled over to her side trying to breathe and figure out how to navigate her overwhelmed senses. The stench was getting to her and she wanted to hurl. Tomkin looked like she was ignoring the smell as she walked away. Mylard pulled herself together and stood up. A little woozy but she kept her balance.

Back in front of the screens, Valrose was excitingly narrating the girls, “Look at that, I think Tomkin might be finding her way of this maze sooner than Mylard if she gets that box open. But Mylard is smart so who knows? Who are you rooting for? Remember all cash bets close the moment these girls get out of the room. If my estimations are right, and they usually are, I’m gonna say these two will figure their way out in about 10 minutes! So get your bets in!” he reminded the crowd watching the show. His eyebrows did the shuffle they were famous for.

Tomkin reached out touching the box. The moment she did all the sirens and lights abruptly turned off. They were in pitch darkness with the awful stench.

“What. Did. You. Do?” Mylard asked.

“Uhhh…I––AHHH!” Tomkin screamed as something grabbed her leg and pulled down. She found herself trying to fumble at her laser gun and shoot it but just as it had touched her leg it was gone, “WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUUUUU–––”

Mylard turned abruptly toward the sound of Tomkin’s screams but as she did something tugged at her right arm causing her to trip and fall. The surface of the ground had changed. It felt like cold dirt now instead of the flat hard room. She twisted around trying to look but the darkness only consumed her.

TO BE CONTINUED…

Day 14 of 365

Mylard found another dead end. Her frown was starting to droop and she wanted to cry. It’d been nearly half an hour of circles and she felt so confused. She took a deep breath and turned away from the dead end. She tensed hearing a scream which meant that one of her opponents was enduring something horrible. She hoped it wouldn’t be too painful, but was doubtful hearing the screaming. A moment later the intense yelling ended and the maze returned to its silence. Mylard had stopped moving during the yelling.

Taking another deep breath the young woman started again. She was remembering the last thing her sister had said to her. Just do your best Mylard. We know you’ll make everyone proud. She reminded herself of how much an honor this was and how grateful she was to be entered. It didn’t feel great to be in this terrifying maze, but the riches and honor would be worth it. She just wanted to do right by her older sister.

Turning a corner Mylard was surprised to see a clearing an in the center the glowing light of the ring. It was on a blue table and raised up. She froze taking in the sight. The rules were clear. Get the ring and place it on your finger to win. Mylard took a small step towards it, paused and searched. She wondered what would be on her way to get it. In every episode of the game, she had watched there was always something that prevented the last pair girls from getting to the ring.

Seeing nothing obvious she clutched the stun gun closer and inched carefully toward the ring. She felt like she was getting too close as she kept stepping toward it. Just as she reached the first step Tomkin appeared. Her orange hair was tangled and several scratch marks were bleeding down her stomach and arms. She looked around wildly wondering how she’d gotten to the clearing.

Mylard ran up the stairs hoping that it wouldn’t be a mistake. It was. The first step disappeared from her and Mylard found herself falling into someplace dark. She landed hard on a flat surface. Lamps flashed around her in a blinding manner and a high pitched noise filled her ears. But the thing that confused her was the stench. It was horrific and she couldn’t even describe it, but it made her want to vomit.

Valrose delighted that they had reached the clearing announced, “We’re in the final stage Ringers! Shall we see who gets to the ring first? There’s a poll up and running, tap your screen to tell us who you think will win! Mylard a regular girl who just somehow by chance got here, OR Tomkin, the legacy who has to live up to the pressure of two winning women!”

Tomkin froze seeing Mylard suddenly disappear. She had been there one second and then the next she wasn’t. She looked around wondering if the panther would follow her into this clearing. She didn’t want to make the same mistake as Mylard so she skipped the first step. The second one was solid. Breathing a sigh of relief she started toward the third but found her feet glued. Tomkin jerked at them but they were firm. Confused she looked down trying to–suddenly she was falling into the abyss.

Tomkin fell hard on top of Mylard who had barely stood up before being knocked back down. The wind knocked out of both girls and all senses being confused, made everything harder. They groaned and yelled trying to find themselves in the dark.

“OW! GET OFF!” Mylard yelled pushing Tomkin hard. Tomkin found herself suddenly hitting a wall. She yelped as one of her deep scratches got pressed by something.

It became apparent that both girls were in a tiny room of some making. Their senses were meant to be entirely overwhelmed by the experience. Tomkin closed her eyes and pulled her sunglasses down. It helped a little with the light. She turned around trying to understand what was going on.

To be continued…

Day 12 & 13 of 365

So I did start writing the other night but I literally fell asleep on my keyboard. When I check back I apparently only made it through one sentence. Did not realize I was that tired while writing. So we’re gonna just count this long post for both.


The clip faded off of Valrose and Mylard into the pre-game Valrose and Tomkin. Tomkin smiled, relaxed with a cup of tea in her hand. Valrose leaned forward.

“Tomkin, your mother, and grandmother were both champions of this game, how does it feel to be the third generation?” he asked. Tomkin suppressed the urge to punch him.

“Well, it’s an honor. I wouldn’t be here without them. Thanks, Mom! Thanks, Grandma,” she said waving to the camera with her eyes gleaming. She smiled.

“Do you feel that gives you an advantage at all?”

“Not really. After all, I still have to do all the hard work, and live up to the expectations,” she said with a coy smile. “The only advantage I have is the stories of being in the game.”

Valrose laughed his fake laugh, “Fair enough Tomkin. It’s a pleasure getting to know you. Now any advice you have for the contestants who want to enter next year?”

“Just do it. You’ll figure it out once you find out you’re in,” she said.

“Thanks,” Valrose said.

The screen flashed back to the present Valrose in his flashy suit and commentary of the ongoing game. The two girls were still in the maze with their stun guns. Tomkin was running from something. Her eyes and expression of fear paired with her frequent glances over the shoulder. She slipped and fell hard. Valrose was quick to tell the crowd about the nasty fall. Tomkin winced pulling herself up quickly despite the bit of blood dripping from her elbows and chin. She spun around looking for her stun gun. It was a few feet away from her, but just as she began toward it. A large panther jumped out.

Tomkin held herself prepared to dart into the bushes. The panther eyed at her his tail flicking in anger. She found her eyes darting at the stun gun which was now between them and the large cat. Her thoughts raced. And then she moved. A split-second later claws dug into her back as she grasped at the gun. The screams were loud and she somehow found her fingers around it. She threw her shoulder over as the panther ripped at her back and then shot. The stun gun hit the panther in the shoulder. It yowled angrily but released and went down.

Tomkin found herself bleeding but still in the game. She pulled herself up, wary of the unconscious beast and limped into the maze.

To be continued…

Day 10 of 365

Continuation of yesterday’s short story. This one is fun, will have some additional assets later this week to go with this tale. Hope your week is going well!

~Kendall


“Welcome back to RING! I’m your host Valrose Meteor! If you’re just turning into this exciting race of Ring we are now down to our final two players. Two ferocious women that have taken out the 20 other females in this game. One’s saucy and sweet and the other is spicy with a little kick to it. If you haven’t been following us for the earlier part of the game make sure that you catch up on our app! RING! is the name of it!” A loud charismatic man shouted at the camera with a grin that felt like it was its own entity.

Behind him, the screen sparkled to life and focused on the individual women competing. They were running in a small maze with stun guns. Mylard was short with bright purple hair with a couple freckles. She found herself one of the remaining two contestants in this massive competition, and honestly, she was terrified. She felt like every moment leading up to this had been on big mistake after another. There was no possible way she could get to this point.

The camera shot panned away from Mylard to Tomkin a tall woman with orange hair that flowed straight down to the violet tips. She had a pair of sunshades propped up as a headband to keep her hair out of the way. Her frosted lipstick matched the shade of her dyed hair and glittery eye makeup. She was chewing a stick of gum and carried her stun gun over her shoulder casually. Tomkin seemed comfortable walking through the maze waiting for the inevitable confrontation with Mylard. Contrary to her relaxed look her thoughts were racing. There’s no way I’m winning this. I’m up against Mylard of all people. She’s going to get me before I get the ring.

Valrose Meteor popped back into the frame as the cameras continue following the girls. “How ’bout that Ringers! Lets recap who these fine ladies are and find out what their defeated rivals think of them!”

Close up shots of their faces and quotes from when they started the game 72 hours earlier flashed across the screen. This Mylard has her hair in a braid to the side. She attempted to smile but Valrose held the stage.

 

Day 6 & 7 of 365

Sorry for the wait. Flew back home to NYC yesterday and then was preoccupied with cleaning and organizing.
~Kendall

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part 5


The Sandburg aliens held their tongue after Verona’s lashing out. Despite all their puff, Verona had more leverage than they did. Ellis felt completely in the dark watching this. What on Earth was going on?

“How did you find us?” Mrs. Sandburg asked. She had been quiet for awhile but the question had been stirring in her mind since Verona had walked through the door.

Verona’s eyes darted over to Mrs. Sandburg and then back to Mr. Sandburg. When he spoke he chose his words carefully, “Perhaps your family isn’t as stealthy as you think it is or maybe I’m just that good of a tracker.” He wanted to pull the trigger and hit one of these fools with his laser gun.

“Why haven’t you changed your skin? You’re still wearing the same human,” Fell asked.

Verona glared. He pulled his gun up aiming it at Mrs. Sandburg who was the closest Sandburg to him. “Curious how it goes when you find the right skin.”

“Your exile is up for debate, isn’t it?” Fell hissed. His eyes widened and his mouth dropped a bit. “You’re trying to get yours lifted by turning one of us in!”

Verona nearly pulled the trigger. He bit his lip. “Just let me take one of you to the ship. I just want my freedom. I miss the stars,” he said. “Please.”

“Begging isn’t very appealing,” Marilyn snapped. “How dare you think that bringing one of us would put you in good favor with the government!”

To be continued.

Day 5 of 365

This story is still winding its way through my head. Will wrap this soon with a new story.

Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part four

~Kendall


Verona smiled raising the alien gun slightly. Mr. Sandburg tensed.

“Maybe I should just turn you lot in,” Verona said. He looked over the group. “Who’s that?” he asked nodding to Ellis.

“None of your–” Diana started.

Mr. Sandburg shushed her. Verona rocked back on his heels. “I want him. I think he’s good bait. Or maybe I should take one of you. I mean, do you think the Empire is over how you traitors backstabbed them?”

“Like you’re any better,” Marilyn interjected. “If memory serves me, you’re stuck here on this planet in exile just like the rest of us. What was it like getting exiled for falling in love with the prince?”

“That’s a petty insult even for you,” Verona replied. “At least my love was pure intentions. You lot thought it’d be smart to rob from the Empire.”

To Be Continued

 

Day 4 of 365

Made some good plotting points yesterday, threw half of them out the window for random inspiration. Still following this story.

~Kendall

Part One
Part Two
Part Three


There was a large man standing at the back door holding an alien weapon. The Sandburg aliens tensed up and Mr. Sandburg lifted the gun he held. The man had a large scar on his face and several tattoos that were hard to distinguish on his arms.

Marilyn was the first to speak. “Verona. You found us.”

Verona smirked. “Been a long time coming. What do you go by these days? I haven’t seen you lot since you were rats running.”

“These bodies are Sandburgs,” Fell responded. He was leaning forward in his chair watching Verona. The air was full of a nervous energy.

“You gonna kill us?” Diana snapped. Her eyes darted around the room at the gun Mr. Sandburg had pointing at Verona and alien weapon in his hand.

“Depends. Got anything redeemable? I heard a ship is gonna touch down in the next hour or so. Its drop point isn’t far from here. I wanna trade for some freedom,” he said.

Ellis tried to follow the conversation but found himself in silence and in confusion. He wanted to ask so many questions but the hostility made him feel nervous.

“Even if we had something we wouldn’t give it to you,” Mr. Sandburg said. He wanted to kill Verona, but Marilyn kept giving him looks.

To be continued…

Day 3 of 365 Stories

Will try to wrap this story up in the next couple days. I took some time to plot out the story so that it makes sense. I’m excited to keep working on these shorts and hope that you’re still working on your New Year’s Resolutions!

~Kendall

Part One
Part Two


Ellis looked back and forth between the aliens, unsure of how his words would go over. He expected them to reject the premise, but that left them with only the option of killing him. Unless there was another option that came about Ellis expected the Sandburgs to murder him. Although he wasn’t quite sure of the reasons, Ellis knew something was horribly wrong with the family standing around him.

Diana sighed heavily and looked at Mrs. Sandburg who was standing with her arms folded near the kitchen. She was battling the emotions of her recently killed host. The process of assimilating was always interesting. A host had to die to let the alien in, but once in they seem to awaken inside without any control over their body. They experienced everything but someone else was in control. It was a horrifying feeling for their hosts, but the aliens needed to survive.

Mr. Sandburg abruptly left the conversation. Marilyn and Preston started to speak to him as he disappeared. He ignored them as he went to the part of the house his host only knew of. It was a small closet with a hidden shelving unit. Inside Mr. Sandburg removed a shotgun and its bullets. He returned holding it.

Marily and Preston had been heavily discussing ways to deal with Ellis who sat with his eyes rolling. They cut off seeing what their leader held.

“Is that…Where did you get that?” Mrs. Sandburg asked. Her eyes were glazed over and focused on the gun. “Mrs. Sandburg hates having guns in this house! They’re a vile and horrible thing to have around children.”

“We’re all grown up,” Fell snapped. “The youngest is even too old to be here.” Mrs. Sandburg gave him a look and he folded his arms, pouting.

The was a loud crack that made all the aliens and Ellis jump. It sounded like lightning hitting the house. Mr. Sandburg scanned the house trying to figure out was happening. He didn’t need to because the back door slid open. They turned seeing a tall dark figure.

To Be Continued…

365 Stories | 001 of 365

Happy New Year!

I’ve decided on another 365 Day project! I’m going to write a story every day. So hope you like story time because a lot of words are coming at you this year.

Some of these might span multiple days because I don’t know where these stories end. The plots might get out of hand, but this is all for good fun practice. I’m excited to create and push my creativity.

Hope you enjoy the first one below!

~Kendall


 

The pie was fresh out of the oven when Mr. Sandburg arrived, but by the time they all ate it was cold and nearly everyone wanted to throw it away. Dinner had always been awkward for the Sandburg family, but they did their best to eat in peace without so much as a scowl or under the breath mutter of annoyance. The three brothers never looked each other in the eye and the youngest sister rarely spoke when she came. Mr. Sandburg typically read his newspaper during dinner, ignoring the rest of the family, and if someone tried to interrupt he would go to bed.

Marilyn was the youngest sister and would sit in the corner reading a book. She hardly ever looked up from the pages trying to escape into the words. Diana the eldest of the family siblings always helped prepare the dishes while her mother dictated the correct way to prep the turkey, stir the soup and cut the greens. Derrik, Fell, and Preston were brothers by blood but as far as anyone was concerned they must have had different upbringings. Derrik was the town apothecary never daring to leave the small town in which the Sandburgs lived. He didn’t stray far when he came of age. Fell was the devil child having left before he came of age, stealing from neighbors and even his own family on his way out of the town. Preston had moved away for college and independently wealthy after going into the mining business. The siblings were never friendly with each other.

Mrs. Sandburg during this particular dinner felt a little off after ordering Diana to take the mushroom casserole out of the oven and cover it with foil. She ignored the strange twinge in her upper chest and continued on telling her eldest to go fetch some water from the well. She began chopping some carrots for the salad while Derrik sat upon a stool in front of the counter watching her. It happened quite fast and Derrik didn’t know how to react, but Mrs. Sandburg was dead. She fell on the countertop with her knife skittering to the ground in a clatter.

Derrik stared at his dead mother confused about what to do. He hadn’t even stood up to check on her before Diana returned from getting the water. The eldest sister sighed while placing the bucket of water next to the sink. She did not seem distressed at the sight of her mother.

“Finally,” Preston said picking up the knife on the ground and setting it in the sink. “I was beginning to think she’d never keel over.”

“Can you take the body out to the garden, Preston?” Diana asked. “Fell help him.”

Preston nodded and picked up his mother by her shoulders while Fell reached for her legs. The two siblings carried their mother out in silence. Diana turned to Derrik who was staring at the scene with his mouth half open.

“Derrik could you clean up the carrots and slice some new ones. Dinner is nearly ready,” Diana snapped at her brother. Derrik nodded slightly shaken at the whole ordeal but he took a breath and carried on as if nothing had happened.

The Sandburg family continued with their dinner as if nothing had changed. They all sat down at the table with a single empty seat. All of them ignored each other and ate the mushroom casserole in silence. Mr. Sandburg put down his paper at the end of dinner and looked at his children.

“When do you think Mrs. Sandburg will return? I’m quite fond of her,” he asked.

“Just after the sunset, I believe she’ll awaken,” Marilyn replied looking up from her book briefly. “I can’t imagine it’ll be that hard to get up and running.”

The family tried to eat dessert but Derrik kept fidgeting. “Can you please stop Derrik?” Fell snapped. Derrik stopped squirming in his seat.

Mr. Sandburg chimed in, “Fell remember Derrik is still the newest implant. He still has the memories of the original Derrik controlling the body.”

“Doesn’t change the nervous energy rolling off of him,” Fell retorted. “This family is by far the worse family we’ve taken over. None of these siblings talk to each other and the controlling mother–”

“–Fell, you’re just as prone to the feelings of your host’s body. After all your host is incredibly suspicious and a kleptomaniac,” Diana interrupted. “Father, how long until we can rid ourselves of these feelings?”

Mr. Sandburg rolled his eyes. Marilyn was the one who answered, “We’ve only assimilated into the hosts for the last week. The only ones who are past the feelings of their hosts are me and father. Even then we’re all still forced to listen to their thoughts of horror and express ourselves in this sill manner. I wish Marilyn would shut up about how she really misses being in control of her own body. It’s not like she lived anyway. She’s never gone outside of this town. I’m sure Preston’s body has got better stories than what I get to experience.”

“Would you two stop fighting. We’re 5,500 years old and you two still fight like that married couple you were in the middle ages. I swear one of these days I would love to just assimilate alone,” Mr. Sandburg said. Fell and Diana looked away from the table.

The Sandburgs had been controlled by aliens for the past week. The process of taking over a family or herd always took a week or two. First, the head of a household or alpha, depending on the type of animal or body, would be taken by Mr. Sandburg. He’d learn how to control the body he was in and navigate through memories the creatures had. From there it was important that he’d help assimilate his second in command, in this case, Marilyn. From there Diana, Preston, Fell, Derrik, and their mother was the order of taking over this particular family unit. All under the control of aliens that had lived on earth for thousands of years.

It startled the family of aliens when someone knocked on the door. They all turned to stare at the door hoping that the person would just go away, but they knocked again. Marilyn looked to Mr. Sandburg who rose to his feet, warily. He opened the door a crack to look outside. A young man by the name of Ellis was standing outside holding flowers. He smiled at Mr. Sandburg.

“Mr. Sandburg, how are you this evening? Is Diana home?” he asked grinning and trying to look past him.

“No,” Mr. Sandburg’s alien retorted. The real Mr. Sandburg tried to control his body by shouting out Help! We’re being invaded by aliens! but only his alien heard.

Ellis’s grin faltered. “I’m sorry Mr. Sandburg, did I offend you? I didn’t mean to. Is there anything I can–”

“You can leave,” Mr. Sandburg’s alien interrupted.

Ellis, taken aback tried to swallow his pride. He held out the flowers wondering what he had done to offend him. “Could you give these to Diana when she does return. I’d love to take her–”

“Leave now sir,” Mr. Sandburg’s alien snapped. He shut the door in Ellis’s face.

He turned to face the family. His face was dark.

“Do we have to leave so soon?” Fell asked. “I swear we just took over these bodies.”

“I haven’t even been assimilated for more than 10 minutes,” Mrs. Sandburg’s alien said entering the room from the backyard. The mother walked over to the counter. “Also, why did I have to go last this time?”

Marilyn rolled her eyes and looked at Mr. Sandburg. “Should we leave?” she asked.

“I’m not certain,” Mr. Sandburg replied.

“I think we should let Diana go out on a date,” Fell replied with a mischievous grin. Mr. Sandburg glared at his son.

“I don’t recommend it. Even the real Diana doesn’t like that boy,” Diana’s alien said. “I say we just ignore it and carry on.”

“But don’t you want to have fun?” Fell asked. “I think we’re entitled to some fun.”

“What is our goal with these bodies?” Preston interjected. “Should we even be having fun in them?”

Ellis knocked on the door again interrupting the discussion. He had only walked as far as the driveway before turning around, plucking up some courage to ask why Mr. Sandburg already hated him. Mr. Sandburg opened the door again.

To Be Continued…