Category: Wednesday Story

The Authorial Voice

‘Well?’ She stood, arms folded, staring at me. ‘Well, what?’ ‘You’re the author. You tell me.’ ‘Do I have to?’ ‘Yes. I would have thought you would know that.’ She looked around at the blank page behind her. ‘Could you describe a chair for me? I could do with a sit down.’ ‘Sorry. Yes, of course.’ I quickly described a deep comfortable brown leather sofa. ‘Ooh.’ ‘What?’ ‘The leather is a bit cold. Could I have some clothes as well?’ I began typing… then stopped. ‘What sort of clothes?’ She shrugged. ‘I don’t know. Anything would do really.’ A knowing…

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The House of Ill-Repute

‘So, what can I do for you… gentlemen?’ The woman stood arms folded just inside the doorway. Sergeant Henk looked over his shoulder. The rest of the squad sidled away from the doorway towards the corner of the street. Sergeant Henk glanced over his other shoulder. ‘Sir?’ ‘What now, Henk?’ The new captain sauntered across the road from under the tree where he was sheltering to keep the rain off his new breastplate. The captain’s armour shone, even in the flickering light from the torches outside the house. Mrs Granch… er… the lady of the house wants to know what…

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Going Back Home

‘Oh, yes. I had one of those wizards in the back of my cart once.’ ‘Really?’ Grenk’s neck felt hot. He could tell the carter wasn’t impressed by wizards. Grenk was glad his official wizarding hat was in his travelling trunk, now balanced precariously on the load of… well, the load of whatever it was the carter was transporting. ‘Magic,’ the carter spat off to the side of the cart. ‘I mean... well, it ain’t natural is it?’ Grenk had slept through many classes on the philosophy and nature of magic back at the university. He felt that if he’d…

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Coffee Time

My coffee had almost gone. I glanced up and out of the café window. The snow was still coming down. I’d have to go out there soon, into the snow, back to the office. I couldn’t be late again, not twice in one week. She dropped into the chair on the opposite side of my table, dripping melting snow onto the tabletop, snow and ice forming small pools in the warmth of the café. ‘I made it,’ she said pulling her cap from her hair and letting the red curls fall around her shoulders. I smiled back politely and looked…

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One Last Time Around

It was dark. Dark and wet. Although, by now the rain had stopped. It was chilly too, now that summer was turning slowly into winter. ‘It’s dark.’ ‘Yes,’ Signaur agreed. ‘And wet.’ ‘Yes.’ Signaur hissed. ‘I’m supposed to be being quiet.’ ‘Sorry.’ ‘It’s-‘ Signaur turned. ‘Who are you?’ He turned a bit more. ‘Where are you?’ ‘Ah.’ ‘Ah. What’s that supposed to mean?’ ‘It means,’ said the voice from somewhere in the shadows of the alleyway, ‘that it is not quite that simple.’ ‘What do you mean?’ Signaur peered into the darkness and saw more darkness. ‘Who are you?’ ‘That’s…

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Always Remember His Name

Another day, another scene. Or, if he was unlucky enough, and the writer got into the flow, a complete bloody chapter. He was getting too old for this. Back when he started, it seemed like an exciting career choice, glamorous and sexy. To be the protagonist in action thrillers seemed like the dream job. After all, his father had been the man in maths problems. True sometimes he played a farmer, a train driver, a builder or some similar character. But all he did was carry improbable loads from one place to another, build awkwardly shaped houses, plant crops in…

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Just One More Lifetime

‘I do know. I was young once too.’ Penna had actually been young more than once. Quite a few times actually. But these were simple folk with a simple outlook on life who tended to set fire to things – or people – they did not understand. Penna had found that out a few of those times in the past when she’d been young – although, at the time as it turned out, not for long. These days she was much more careful, cautious about what she told people about her powers, her abilities. ‘I’m sure we’ll find them.’ Penna…

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Each Day was a Gift

Helda opened each day like a gift. I left the morning there for her outside her room before she awoke. It was there waiting for her when she opened her eyes. At first, she would stand there by her window watching the morning unfold in front of her as though it was some new wonder she had never seen before. Which, in a way, was true. Helda did not know why she was here, or what had happened to the world she once knew. I watched her trying to make sense of it. She could not connect the view from…

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Another Morning in the Sun Empire

‘Mornings.’ The emperor looked out from his palace balcony at the city below. ‘Your majesty?’ Pelgrin sighed. It wasn’t going to be one of those days, was it? The emperor had once glanced at a couple of pages in a book and therefore occasionally fancied himself an intellectual. The emperor turned as if he was about to impart some great pearl of wisdom, but - in turning – he must have forgotten what he was about to say. Pelgrin exhaled in relief. The last thing the Sun Empire needed was an emperor who believed he knew what he was doing,…

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Making a Living

Henry peered around the corner. There was nothing there. Which was disconcerting. Henry didn’t like stepping out onto a new page without at least a sentence or two of description, especially this early in a chapter. Who knows what will eventually fill the blank page, particularly so early in a story. So far, he had been in an ordinary, nondescript room. That didn’t mean much. There could be aliens, monsters, zombies, ghosts, demons, politicians, or all manner of evil and deadly things waiting for him further along in the narrative. So far, it did look like realistic fiction, maybe a…

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