Category Archives: Short Stories

A Feeling of Joy

Ever since my summoning, I marveled at my new experiences. Before, I glimpsed the lives of humans in visions. As amusing as their affairs were, I never watched them for long. The blessings I granted them didn’t last, so why bother? Only after someone allowed me to inhabit a host body did I begin to see, hear, taste, smell, and feel in the way a human could.


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Visiting Time

Cathy cleared her throat, but her gaze didn’t move much. “It’s always good to have someone to talk to. I have so many stories, you know. Would you like to hear them?”

“I’d love to,” said Allison.

“You better be ready. I could go on for hours.” Cathy giggled and winked.

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Keep it together. People are counting on me. I can’t afford to fall apart.

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I didn’t care about the rain falling around me. I didn’t care about the slick streets or the light fog. I didn’t care that he had just disappeared behind the crowd of people that swarmed in front of me. Sam was there, and I had to meet him and apologize.

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Through the Window

With Justin grounded like nobody’s business, I had to resort to visiting him by climbing up a tree to his bedroom window.

Don’t worry. We talked about it in advance, just before school ended for the day. And nothing funny happened.

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Wrong Turn

“So I turned left when I should’ve turned right, and then things got a little weird.”
“Okay. How weird are we talking here?”
“Well, I spotted a yellow elephant with blue polka-dots.”

[Author’s Note: Lancer Quest will return next week.]

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What Goes Unspoken

It was quiet at the park without many people to make much noise that late in the afternoon. The girl was already sitting on a bench when the boy walked over.

[Warning: Minor use of strong language.]

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Contingency Planning

“We’ve talked about this: Plan A’s always fail. That’s why we have to come up with contingencies beforehand.”

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Late Night Walk

Maredro leaned as far back in his chair as he could so he could avoid the drunkard’s swing. The latter’s empty mug crashed onto the wooden table hard enough that bottom portion of the mug broke, and the former was surprised part of the table didn’t cave from the blow.

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A Car’s Tale

When the day finally came, I didn’t know what to think. I’d heard stories from the other cars about what people did once they sat inside you and started to turn the steering wheel. Big Old Ford used to tell us younger cars lots of stories.

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