A kid in your grade whom you don’t know very well shows up at your house one day to tell you something important. What does he say?

I open the door and standing there looking directly at me is Hershel, from my class, the quiet kid at the back who doesn’t really like to make eye contact with anyone.

I wonder if is he is lost and I’m about to close the door when he speaks.

“Good evening Riley, may I come in?” His voice is very deep for a twelve year old, most people make fun of him for it, or they used to, I haven’t actually heard him speak for almost half a year.

His voice startles me and I almost close the door anyway, except I don’t, but I can’t just invite him in either, he could be crazy, it’s always the quiet ones, that’s a saying for a reason.

I debate for a moment as he just stares at the ground, he has got really curly hair, it’s dark brown at the roots and almost blonde at the tips, he even has blonde highlights. It’s quite feminine hair, I never realised, maybe it’s the voice that threw me.

“Come in, but don’t touch anything,” I caution, before leading him up to my bedroom, Hershel is quiet, too quiet, I don’t even hear his footsteps behind me, freaky.

I sit on my desk and he just stands, eyes on the floor.

“I have something to tell you,” he says quietly.

I wait for him to continue.

“Go on,” I say.

I wait some more.

“Tell me,” I command.

“I remember that when Miss Brent died you spoke at the assembly, my dog has just died can you please do the same?” He asks.

I am speechless, not only do I not know Hershel, I didn’t even know he had a dog, certainly I didn’t know the dog well enough to write him an epitaph.

I want to refuse but I don’t because I like to think I am a good person which is how I ended up standing in front of a grave on Saturday morning, speaking about a dog I never even met before.

Hershel is quiet, but I can tell he is sad.

When I finish he just stares at the grave, then he walks away, I follow him, into his mansion, because he is rich, like famous person rich, given a tour of his house, that rich.

We walk into wealth and he just stands there at the threshold, during the tour I saw a gaming room, I want to go there but Hershel is silent.

Then the maid comes up to us with a lovely bouquet of flowers that would fill up my whole house, she tries to give them to Hershel but he is just staring at the floor again.

I take them and thank her, before reading the note out loud.

“We will send a replacement, love Mum and Dad,” the words are out of my mouth before I even realise what I am saying, I re-read it appalled, and I carefully put the note down.

“You may go now,” Hershel says looking at me directly.

“You can come with me, my mum is not a chef, but she’s making spaghetti and meat balls, I don’t have a pet but I have a little sister, she’s almost two and she’s basically an animal,” I say tucking a braid behind my ear as I take my bike out of the shed.

“You do not have to be nice to me because –”

“Because you lost your pet and your parents are mean, yeah I do, come on it will make me feel better.” I say grabbing his forearm and dragging him along, it’s awkward with my bike, and I scratch my leg but I don’t let go.

“You do not have to drag me, if it will make you feel better then I will come.” He says going into the shed to take out his own bicycle.

I laugh, “Was that an actual joke? I thought you didn’t even know what it was.”

Hershel smiles as both get on our bikes and ride back to my house.

 

 

 

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Short Story: Galactic Confessionary part 3

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Levi shrugged off his coat as he stepped into the booth, considering the amount of times he had been here; he should have been given a discount at the door.
“Good Evening detective,” a cool feminine voice said in the universal language.
Levi smiled, “I thought this place was renowned for its anonymity, how did you know it was me?”
“Detective, you and I have never played games, let us not start now.”
Levi chuckled.
“You know that’s the most I have ever heard you say in one sentence, ruffled a few feathers did I?”
She didn’t respond.
Levi made a noise in his throat, “I apologise for the way my people treated your premises. I will have them put everything back as it was.”
“You are forgiven.” Was all the voice said in a monotone.
Levi was silent for a few minutes, he would never admit it to his men, but he loved the quiet this place offered, that everything he said was broadcasted into the surrounding galaxies did not make an impression on him. Once inside the booth he felt protected; even welcomed.
“The angels are…unhappy.” Levi began hesitantly, unhappy was an understatement, they were livid, but would admit nothing outwardly to the public, refusing to put any claim on the story that had been confessed last week. The Galaxy was in an uproar over what the unknown female had confessed, most believing it was a lie, others not quite sure such a scandal could even be true, even on a place like Hoxcer. But Levi had looked on his captain’s face and saw the truth. The female, a Rubarian native had spoken the truth. Levi had found nothing else out, but every bounty hunter, vigilante and not so concerned citizens was out for her. A reward for her safe capture had been set by an anonymous somebody, the sum so substantial several small planets could be easily bought. So Levi had joined the increasingly growing task force before anyone got hurt trying to claim the ridiculously large prize.
“These are Angels, even here on Hoxcer they are respected. Surely you would want to keep them safe.” Levi said into the silence.
No response.
“I know you know something about her, my instincts –”
“Your instincts?” The confessionary said softly in Ganzarian.
Levi cursed soundly for allowing something so crucial to slip. It always seemed to happen when he stepped into the booth.
“You are familiar with Gandour then?” He said quietly.
“They are a proud race, which you well know.” The confessionary said in the universal language.
Levi snorted. “Tell me about it,” he paused, “most detectives and private investigators have Ganzarian blood, our instincts are such that it is very hard to lie to us.” Levi confessed quietly to her.
“Interesting.”
“I’m glad you think so, now tell me about the woman.” Levi demanded in the universal language, conscious of the time ticking by.
“You know I cannot.” Came the smooth reply.
“Cannot or will not?” Levi countered.
“What do your instincts say?”
The question was asked curiously, not with the usual scepticism that he received at work. Not resembling most half or even quarter breed Ganzarians and having been raised on Orion, no one ever believed him when he claimed to have the gift most full blooded Ganzarians were born with.
“My instincts tell me that you are protecting her,” Levi paused, “this is personal for you, but why would it be?”
Silence was his only answer.
Levi smiled and stood up.
“I always enjoy our chats confessionary,” Levi put on his coat and slipped on his space helmet, “with or without your aide we will catch her.” He paused and when she remained silent he added. “This I so confess.”
“Listen to your instincts detective they serve you well,” the confessionary said slowly.

Short Story: My Husband, his Mistress and I THE END

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It’s been almost a month since my Husband’s weekend break with his mistress.

What he says still troubles me and I want to confront him about it, but at the same time I’m stuck. His affair is like a drug and I’m addicted. I like watching him come up with new and inventive reasons as to why he’s coming home lane. I love putting on my trench coat; yeah I went out to buy one, to follow him around. I’ve even had my car windows tinted. It’s all very cloak and dagger. I’m getting bolder with the hints I’m dropping him. I think he’s beginning to suspect I know something is going on. But I can’t stop and why should I stop when he can’t either?

“Hey my darling?” I say when my Husband walks through the door.

He gives me, what I can now recognise as a tight smile. I can’t believe I didn’t realise until he mentioned it to his mistress.

I watch him carefully as he goes over to the sink to wash his hands. He sets his briefcase on the table, takes his coat off, hangs it up on the fifth hook, checks the time then begins to wash his hands.

Something’s never change.

I follow him into the bedroom.

“What’s the matter?” He says in alarm.

I’m deviating from our usual routine; we normally have a ten minute conversation about our day before we eat dinner.

“Nothing, I’ve just missed you that’s all.” I say honestly.

“Vivian we can talk at the dinner table.” He says.

I sigh and walk to the door. I hesitate as I watch him meticulously fold the clothes he is taking off.

“You don’t like it when I say darling do you?” I say, unable to keep quiet about it any longer.

I see the alarm flash across his features before he is able to cover it up.

“Wha-what makes you say that?” He stammers.

I chuckle internally before I walk back into the room.

“But you don’t do you?” I press.

Marcus shakes his head very slowly an intense look on his.

“Then I’ll stop saying it. I’m also going to stop attending those pretensions lunches that the partners at your law firms wives like to throw, I’ll only go to the big events to help you.” I add, whiles I’m on a roll I might as well get it all out in the open.

Marcus is staring at me open mouthed.

“Thank you Vivian,” he says after a long moment.

“I just wanted to get that out there,” I say with a shrug before walking back to the kitchen.

I’m in the kitchen mulling over my victory when Marcus comes in.

‘O no!’ I feel myself panicking at the look on his face.

“I love you Vivian,” he says staring at me.

I relax.

“I love you too.”

“I didn’t realise you found the lunches so boring,”

“I would do anything for you.” I say firmly. “Even say darling, despite how much I hate that word.” I force a laugh trying to make light of the situation.

I can feel him starting to crack.

“Why didn’t you say anything Vivian?” He paces around the room in agitation, “all this time I thought, but…” He trails off.

‘O God O no,’ I think frantically, I’ve pushed him too far, I thought the sly hints I was always dropping would do it, but my honesty finally brought out his lie.

My Husband, his Mistress and I part 3

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I’ve been married to my husband for almost ten years, we got married right after University, ‘sweethearts’ everyone called us, ‘destined to be’, they all proclaimed, and I believed them because despite everything, I love my husband, sure that love has dwindled from a roaring fire into a candle, but it’s there. It’s not like it used to be, but then he’s not the same, he never used to be a square, he was always the dependable type to be honest, but the man he’s turned into, that’s not the man I used to know. I digress, my husband, he’s a square, not capable of cheating on me because he’s just not that creative, O’ he’s good looking, he just doesn’t realise it, and the women he usually attracts soon lose interest when he starts to speak. It’s important you understand how much of a square he is, so you realise how out-of character would never have expected it, this affair was to me.

It’s 6:10am and my husband is at the breakfast table. Its Friday so he’s eating oatmeal, a slice of toast, unbuttered, with exactly 500ml of orange juice, yes he measures it. He eats methodically, until he finishes, not a crumb or spoonful wasted. That much I at least like about him. He gets up and takes his dish to the sink, rinses it and places it in the dishwasher. Its 6:18am.

“I’ll be back at ten forty five tonight, small work party to introduce the new receptionist.” He says pulling on his blazer, and fixing his watch, he eyes it critically and glances up at the three separate clocks in the kitchen before he is satisfied.

We both walk to the front door.

“See you later my darling,” he says.

I turn my head to accept his kiss.

“Bye my darling,” I reply sarcastically, but then everything I say is sarcastic, because there is no affection behind the words, it’s just something he says and something I have to reply to, so I’m sarcastic, expect I’ve been using that tone for so long now, I don’t think even he notices the difference.

“Work hard on your videos.” He smiles.

I return it with a tight smile before he exits.

Short Story: Cyber’s Ghost part three

It looked like multi-coloured strobe lights, dancing behind his eyelids.

“So many colours.” Jared breathed softly.

Jared followed the connections, the vast connections, there was so many, almost too many. Too much data, too much everything, so many people were on electronic devices right now, and Jared could see it all. He was connected to them all, everything about these people was his to command to exploit. It was overwhelming him, Jared tried to resist, he tried to block all the data crashing into him.

Jared broke the connection, he pushed himself away from the desk, as he coughed and sputtered. It was too much, he had forgotten how much data there was out there, far too much, things just didn’t get deleted, they got re-routed, hidden, locked away. But they were always there, cyber space was a hoarder, it didn’t like to throw anything away.

Jared took a deep breath; he shouldn’t try and fight the data; that was his mistake. Jared reached for the connection again, the data hit him like a wrecking ball, but he didn’t fight it, he let it him flow through him. He felt himself relax, as another connection headed towards him; it was one of his neighbours, she was transferring a large sum of money to her son who was at University in Leeds. Another connection, someone buying a large amount of chocolate bars, another connection someone illegally downloading music, another connection someone trying to hack into the police database, another connection someone streaming a movie, another connection.

Wait!’ Jared thought, he tried to go back, he had to stop the person hacking into the police database, it was difficult, more connections where heading his way, he couldn’t go back, he blinked, he was growing dizzy from the various colours. Jared tried to look back, the connections resisted, Jared tried a new tack, he flowed backwards. ‘There!’ He thought, spotting the connection.

Short Story: Doctor Luella Lee part nine

Name: Valery Asante

Occupation: Student

Age: 15

Evaluation: After nearly three months of therapy, Miss Asante has improved in leaps and bounds, her Doctors report that she hasn’t missed a single day of medication, even when she has relapses in with her illness, she is still on top of her medication and her school work, Valery. The turnaround in Valery is extraordinary however Valery herself still feels like she needs to attend therapy regularly in order to stay on the proverbial ‘band wagon’.

The patient

“Hi Luella,” Valery says smiling as she makes herself comfortable on the couch, her uniform is as crisp and as clean as always.

“Luella, I’m pleased to see you are looking well.” Luella says returning her smile easily.

“Thank you, I have good news I haven’t gotten an internship at a newspaper.” Valery says beaming.

“That’s amazing, I’m very proud of you Val!” Luella says with feeling.

“Thank you Luella, if it wasn’t for you I wouldn’t be where I am –”

“I didn’t do anything Val, it was all you, you decided to take your medication, you decided to turn your life around, you decided to apply for that internship, you got in. Therapy is good for you, but I will be the first to admit if the person isn’t willing, and Val you have been more than willing.” Luella says.

Valery smiles hesitantly. “I just feel like I’m going to slip back without you, I don’t trust myself.” She admits slowly.

“Why not?” Luella asks slowly.

“Because I know who I am, I’m not –”

“You are better than you know, Valery you are an autonomous being! Did anyone tell you to apply for that internship?”

Valery shakes her head slowly. “No.”

“Then why did you apply for it? I didn’t tell you to?” Luella says calmly.

“I want to?” Valery says phrasing the answer like a question.

“Pardon?” Luella says fighting back a smile.  “I didn’t hear you.”

“I said I want to.” Valery says a little louder.

“You what?” Luella says smiling now.

Valery smiles. “I wanted to apply, so I did.”

“And you’re going to be the best intern they have ever had aren’t you?” Luella says firmly.

“Yes.” Valery says confidently.

“Do you know why? Because you can do anything.” Luella says smiling widely.

Valery nods and whispers reverently. “Anything.”

Short Story: Dr Luella Lee part 3

Name: Valery Asante

Occupation: Student

Age: 15

Evaluation: Miss Asante is a bright young woman, who has been diagnosed with a rare blood disorder. She has attempted to take her own life several times, in the past. It has been a little over a year since she has tried to kill herself. She has had several questionable therapists in the past, one who tried to abuse her. Due to this reason she has trouble opening up to therapist, and people in general, but if she is to be cleared to attend secondary school she must come to therapy twice a week.

The patient

“No, I haven’t tried to kill myself.” Valery says softly. “I am handling it. Don’t worry. I have finally accepted my fate, this is who I am.”

“I heard you were having trouble with your medication.” Luella replies gently.

“I just don’t like being on so many tablet they…” she closes her eyes briefly as she takes a breath “but I am being a good girl, don’t worry.”

“Do you think I should be worried?”

“No.”

“Miss Hill, I just want to get to know you.”

Valery stays silent.

“Why don’t you tell me about your day?”

Valery stays silent and refuses to answer any more questions; she walks out of the room at the end of the session with a simple nod.