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 16 & 17 of 365

Mylard threw a punch into the air randomly as she felt the random tug on her foot again. To her surprise, it connected with something. At first, she thought it was Tomkin, but after another scream from her rival from far away, she realized it had to be something else. Mylard swung again hitting it again. This time it hit something vulnerable. The creature tugging on her pulled away. She kicked now hitting it again. The creature withdrew.

Still scrambling in the dark Mylard found something strange at her fingertips. It was a smooth surface. When she touched the room changed again. A bright light blinded her and Tomkin. It startled the girls as the creatures retreated and what looked like the outdoors appeared. Only it was fabricated. Everything around them was fake. Fake grass, a bright light that tried to mimic the sun, strange scents that reminded them of flowers, plastic flowers for that matter were planted around them.

“Uhhhh…Tomkin,” Mylard said.

“Uhhhh…yeah?”

“Touch the black boxes. They change the room,” Mylard said. Tomkin nodded and turned around looking for any of the boxes.

Mylard spotted it across a fake pond which was made of paper. She walked over to it and touched it. The room shifted again. This time they were on a spaceship.

To be continued…

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 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 11 of 365

Just keep on going.

Part 1


“Tell me Mylard, what is it about your personality that you think all the fans are attracted to?” Valrose said with a smirk. His green eyes sparkled way too much and all Mylard thought is Why am I here?

“Uhhhh…My down to earth attitude?” she managed to respond. She combs a flyaway hair behind her ear and shifts her eyes between Valrose and the ground in nervousness.

“I think you’re just sparkling and such a natural beauty! Tell me Mylard, how many weeks have you been training for today’s immensely important show? We’re so honored to have you here,” Valrose said. He leaned in closer to her, touching her arm and shoulder. Mylard shifted in nervousness.

“Not long, just since I heard I was entered,” she stammered.

The clip fades off of Valrose and Mylard while the interview between Valrose and Tomkin appears. Tomkin is smiling, relaxed with a cup of tea in her hand. Valrose says…
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…

Day 2 of 365

Here’s part two. I need to pick an earlier time to do these at. Hope you like the continuation.

Part One if you haven’t had a chance to read it.

~Kendall


 

Ellis did not like the way Mr. Sandburg stared at him with dark eyes. He nearly lost his nerve. “Mr. Sandburg, please tell me–”

“If you come back Ellis I will kill you,” Mr. Sandburg’s alien snapped. Mr. Sandburg tried to scream again for help.

Ellis was taken aback. He’d fancied Diana for the past year but had he’d known how rude her father was he wouldn’t have wasted hours daydreaming about going out with her. He swallowed his pride and walked away from the house feeling that there wasn’t something right about Mr. Sandburg’s abrupt anger. It would be many hours of analyzing the moment and weeks after the Sandburgs had suddenly disappeared from the town that he realized his mistake. It wasn’t that he left the house it was that he returned…again.

When Ellis returned, slipping around the back part of the house to see if he could get Diana outside to talk, well that’s when Derrik knocked him out. It was a shovel of course. Straight over the top of Ellis’s head, any lower and he could have died. Derrik dragged him inside and tied him up.

The Sandburg aliens stood around him discussing the best way to address this horrible mess. It’d been nearly 300 years since they’d had a similar issue. At that time they were aboard a ship sailing between America and Europe. The family they had assimilated into were beginning to draw attention considering they were stuck on the boat with the same people. Several people brought the strange reactions of the Hendale family to the attention of the captain. It was discussed that they should be thrown overboard should they continue to threaten guests on the boat. The situation escalated quickly leaving several people dead and others in a deadly hostage situation. In the end, the aliens had escaped by assimilating into a pod of dolphins. The rest of the crew and guests upon the boat found themselves paranoid and starving until they drifted into an island.

“Well I think we should kill him before he alerts the police,” Diana said with her hands resting on the knife.

“We can’t kill him,” Marilyn said. “His murder will attract more attention than us letting him go. At least we can spin the story that he’s going crazy if we let him go. Not that many people believe in aliens these days.”

“I agree with Marilyn,” Preston said.

“I think you’re all giving me a headache,” Fell interjected.

Mr. Sandburg stood and quietly said, “I think we should let him go. I’ve done research and if we tell enough tall tales around the idea that he is impulsive and ignorant, well I presume he’ll be considered crazy.”

“I think you should let me go,” Ellis said. He’d become conscious a couple minutes before and was feeling a bit nauseated.  “I can say I hit my head on something.” He glared at the family.

To Be Continued

Horizons

Horizons are tricky. One little slip and you’re down another inch in the world of time. I don’t want to lose that inch just to stupidity nonsense like not calibrating my inch by inch simple horizon portal gun. Just fucking going to jump out there and let you know that horizon jumping is almost as dangerous as eating poison. You make a little inch slip and you can be with dinosaurs about to get crushed or in the future where the earth no longer exists, and you’re there without a spacesuit and oxygen. Dangerous shit falling through time. All about that horizon gun and accuracy.

I slip the safety off the gun gently and glance around for any time police. No need to get caught with one of these babies. I slip my glasses on, an instant blue-green tint. The years flash across the glasses, correlating with the direction the gun is pointing along with a brief description of what I’ll be stepping into.

I pause seeing the year 2403 and Bar fight of 2403 in a small establishment. Between two political parties. “That’ll be a good cover,” I mutter as I steady the point of the gun. With a deep breath, I pull the trigger. Nothing happens for a brief moment and then my arm jerks forward as a large blue light emits from the gun. A buzzing sound fills my ears and I tumble forward into a loud yelling match.

Just as I get my footing on the glass floor a large whiskey bottle smashes above my left ear. It shatters on me, cutting my neck and shoulder slightly. I glance up seeing a large black man wrestling a stocky Asian woman. The two are pulling at each other’s hair and kicking. The woman jerks her arm back and slams her fist into his nose hard. The man pulls away as it lands wincing.

I shake my head at the sight of the two fighting and immediately store both gun and glasses in my side bag. I cinch the clip close to my body and look around. The two aren’t the only two fighting. Another couple fights are going on. One old man with a white beard is reaching into the bar and flinging whatever bottle he gets his hands on at another old man. The two yelling profanities at each other. I swivel around looking for the door out of this establishment. I get the feeling cops will be upon us soon and I don’t need to be caught here.

The door is to the left of me and down a flight of stairs. I can see a few people running toward it as other people start to get into the spirit of the fight. Before I have a chance to run through a hand grabs my shoulder and spins me around. I barely register the hand and shift my head as the large angry Asian woman attacks me. I immediately bring my knee up and hit her square in the stomach. She lurches back slightly but doesn’t loosen her grip. Gritting her teeth she readies for another punch at my face. I lean forward toward her butting my head and glasses against her hard skull. Surprised at the retaliation I feel her fingers release. I quickly swing my left hand at her ear offsetting her balance and twist out of her reach. I don’t look back, sprinting toward the door.

As I push open the heavy metal door more scared bar goers follow my heels. We press out into the light and the edge of a metal balcony. I freeze just a second before I hit the railing and can go overboard into what seems to be miles of nothing below me. Someone presses against me and runs away. The metal door slams loudly behind me. I pause looking out at the view.

There isn’t earth below me but buildings. The lights and metallic dull gray trail beneath me. I roll my head up to see more buildings upon buildings rising above. Where is the damn earth? I ask myself as I strain to see the sky. There is smoke, fog, and smog above me. Cutting into any view I have of the sky. I turn looking for where the person that had used me for traction could have gone. This balcony is a metal railing that goes for miles up and down. I can see people mulling around some of the bridges, going in and out of shops. Everyone casually moving on them.

“Huh,” I say. “I didn’t expect this.”

“Didn’t expect what?” a woman’s voice asks behind me. I twist seeing the Asian woman I had wrestled with in the bar. Her lip is bleeding and bruises are forming on the bottom of her chin and right eye. She sighs walking up beside me to look at the view. I stiffen a little unsure if I’m being lured into another attack. “Don’t worry, fighting is left in the bar. Nice work unbalancing me,” she says leaning up against the railing. She spits a bit of blood out and looks at me again before repeating her question, “Didn’t expect what?”

“The fog,” I lie.

She raises an eyebrow knowing I’m lying. I know immediately that the fog must be constant from her look. “Whatever. You want to grab drinks at the bar on 1078?” she asks.

I grind my teeth, tense.

“Not going to hit you again. I just get a little caught up when arguments get heated,” she says as she extends a hand, “I’m Nola.”

I warily take it. Her hand feels like it’s crushing mine. “I’m Cal.”

“Well Cal, you coming?” she asks taking off down the railing. After a few moments, I follow.

The wind is loud as we walk down the railing. I’m slightly behind her, studying her movements and the strangeness of this time. We reach a little shoddy elevator with a card reader. Nola swipes her card and steps in. I follow her into the cramped excuse for a machine. I’m not even sure it’ll hold our weight. Probably going to plummet to our deaths in this. Nola presses the floor number into the computer and hits enter. It beeps, makes a loud whirring sound, and shoots down at an alarming speed. I have to grab the railing to keep from falling.

Nola simply leans against the wall casually studying me as we fall. My head feels a little woozy from the sudden rush. She grabs a handle just as the elevator shutters to a halt. My knees nearly give out at the sudden stop. The door slip open and she steps out without hesitation. I give my stomach, breath, and blood a moment to catch up before following her.

The view from this lower height makes the buildings seem even bigger. I can’t see anything but buildings around and railings with shoddy elevators. I can’t fathom how we got to this point. The other thing that just occurred to me is that I’ve only seen a few people out. Where are all the people in this massive complex?

“Cal, this way,” Nola says holding open a door. I follow her into a large bar that seems similar to the one we were in before. No one is throwing bottles in this one thankfully. As if to remind me my neck twinges with pain. Nola stalks past the few customers in the building to the back. I follow while investigating. The music is calming and the bartender watches us as we walk over to him.

“Two No-Breaths,” Nola says slipping her card over the reader. It beeps and the bartender busies himself creating the drink. Nola gestures to a cozy table. We take our seats as the drinks come out. The liquid is a dark brown with a red separated jello like substance on top. I raise a brow as Nola picks it up.

She waits as pick it up. “To us,” she says and knocks it back. I swallow and hope my stomach can keep it down as I follow suit. The drink burns my tongue and throat as it goes down. I can feel it go down as I cough. My throat seems to close leaving no room to breathe. I understand where the name comes from and then the painful feeling vanishes as I hack again. Nola chuckles. “So Cal, you a traveler?”

I don’t say anything still gagging on the awful taste of the No-Breath. “What did you come to fix?” she asks casually. I hesitate and study her face.

“Who said I came to fix anything?” I retort feeling the alcohol starting to kick in.


Planning to continue this story later. I’m not sure where it’s going, but I’m interested. I don’t usually write in first-person so this is strange for me, but I’m having fun. We’ll see where this goes.

~Kendall