Monday, 19 February 2018

The 21 Story

He sat there for a dozen or so hands, just staring at his stack of chips, before finally shoving them all into the betting square, the exact upper limit bet.

He was in the middle seat, so everyone could see him get the ace.

They didn't know his story, but they could sense that this was a moment that would change his life, and there was a silent willing for him to get a face card.

He got a five, but everyone somehow knew he'd draw another one to get 21.

Except the dealer hit blackjack so he lost automatically.

Sunday, 18 February 2018

The Moment She Was Chosen



What was she doing? Maybe tossing out her coffee at a bum? But after avoiding the charity collector, she came up to the corner, still focused on the phone in her hand, when He appeared.

He took hold of her wrist. She began to scream, but it died on her lips when she saw the look in his eyes, as if she was looking into all of existence and it was looking back.

“You. You get to live.”

She always assumed that it was some sort of compliment, until everyone else dropped dead, and she realised it was a punishment.

Saturday, 17 February 2018

The Piano Perfectionist

He never stopped mid-song.

It was a point of pride for him. No matter how badly the patrons were behaving, his hands didn't leave the keys until the song was done.

Drinks thrown in his face, brawling idiots rolling across his piano, or even worse, drunks thinking they had a voice or ability matching his own, he could keep his cool and get to the end of the song no matter what.

This could have ended badly for him, had someone wanted to ruin his record deliberately.

The gun wasn't aimed at him though, and he was playing 4'33" anyway.

Friday, 16 February 2018

Bloodmage's Talk With Glory

I found him sitting on top of Everest. I brushed some snow off my jacket's shoulder as I sat down next to him. After a few moments of just the wind blowing, he finally spoke.

"So am I a supervillian now?"

I chose my next words very carefully.

"Not if you come back with me now."

He chuckled.

"Hence the soulbound cuffs?"

He reached up my sleeve and pulled them out, then concentrated and disintegrated them. I took the moment to drag my recently soulbounded fingernail across his throat.

"That made you a supervillian." I told him as he died.

Thursday, 15 February 2018

Space Samurai

We aren't all human, there are Andorans, Quinlions, any race you can think of, there will be at least one Samurai in some solar system out there.

We don't have a unified code of ethics, some of us have strict moral stances, but many more have no qualms about doing anything immoral, illegal, whatever.

We don't use swords, laser or otherwise, at least not exclusively. We don't pledge ourselves exclusively to one noble, we don't kill ourselves over failure, we don't even dress like them.

We just kill people for money. And it's a cooler name than assassin or thug.

Wednesday, 14 February 2018

Pinch Me



I thought I knew what he was going to say as he sidled up to me in a baggy jacket, I assumed he was going to talk through some meaningless small talk then ask if I needed any ‘supplies’.

He surprised me twice, first by skipping the small talk, and then by what he offered.

“Hey man, you want a dream?”

He flicked back his wrist, the jacket sliding back to reveal a row of small vials, each one containing some colored, glittering mist.

I pinched my arm, but I wasn’t sleeping. So I distracted him then pinched the dreams.

Tuesday, 13 February 2018

A Bad Clip

The gun lay between us, smoke drifting from the barrel. Both our hands were shaking, one from shock, the other from blood loss.

I looked up at her, blinking back a tear. "I'm so sorry... I didn't mean for this."

It took her a few attempts to find her voice. When it did come, it was a hoarse whisper.

"Really? You didn't mean for this? Oh well that's fine, you're forgiven."

"Sarcasm? Now?"

"Well what the fuck do you want from me? I've just shot someone, that's a new experience for me!"

"I want you to get help."

"Oh, right."