Inheritance

As the #vultures circled the #gallimaufry of Aunt Meg’s estate, Liz found the loose #fireplace brick Aunt Meg had promised would bring an #epiphany. What was wrapped in this #new #babushka, in a dark corner among the #splendour? A brass key and a book: Meg’s Potions and Spells.

#whistpr #brieflywrite #vsswinter #366FF #flexvss #bravewrite #vss365

Modern Art

“It’s the #unity of humanity’s #vanguard marching at the #winter #solstice through the #isolation of a heavy #snow.” “Is that…a big #bug with doorknobs for its shoulders, knees, and toes?” “Yes, for leaving the door to our original thoughts #ajar.” “It’s #original, for sure.”

#366FF #vssmagic #vss365 #vsswinter #sunthing #vsschristmas #flexvss #brieflywrite #bravewrite #whistpr

Bringing Home the Tree

The #flurries turn into a #blizzard as he trudges into the #evergreen forest. He #focuses on a tall, full pine standing #stalwart. “This one is #mine,” he says, raising his #ax. “May I help you, sir?” The daydream clears and Steve is once again standing in Home Depot.

#vsschristmas #winterwords #bravewrite #366FF #vss365 #flexvss #whistpr

North Pole Progressives

The newest #apprentice to the gift-#wrapping #elves corps stared at the #snowman outside the transport #tunnel. “Is that a #purple scarf?” he asked, wincing as if in #pain. “Yeah, Santa had a “Red and Green Only” rule but some guy sued and the Elf Court #overturned it.”

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The Long Advent

Matron sends me to fetch Lucy for lunch. She’s on the roof, #observing the sky. “What are you #waiting for, #reindeer? It’s still #summer. Seems a bit #foolish.” She stays #silent. I sit and she hands me a sandwich. The clouds look like #snowflakes as we have our own #holiday.

#366FF #bravewrite #vsschristmas #whistpr #vssmagic #vss365 #winterwords

But what’s the job description?

“Do you prefer to work alone or #collaborate?” “Alone.” “Yukon gold or #russet potato?” “Uh, gold for mashed, russet for baked.” “Favorite #insect?” “Bumblebee.” “Do you have a #nemesis?” “Not since Jilly Smith in seventh grade. This is a very odd job interview.” “You’re hired.”

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NYC Midnight Challenge

I’m doing another one of these, a 250-word one. My prompts are: genre – SciFi, action – putting on a wetsuit, word (that must be included) – warning

Hogging the Spotlight

Pete shoved a foot into the wetsuit, almost falling over in his excitement. “The chemical analysis is back, Jez. That pool you found is water. Two years looking for life in this godforsaken galaxy, and I’m going to see it today.”

“Shouldn’t we send down the probe first?”

“Look, I outrank you. You’re just going to have to wait. Maybe I’ll name a species after you.” He pulled the zipper up and shrugged on his SCUBA gear. They could breathe under the portable biodome they’d set up over the site, but underwater was a different story.

“It’s not about that—”

“You’ll get your chance when you’re commander. It’s my day to shine.”

***

Jez monitored his vitals and watched the video feed from his goggles. Visibility wasn’t great even with his headlamp, and she strained her eyes looking for shapes in the murk. “Pete, what’s that off to your right?”

Suddenly the screen was filled with tiny greenish lights. “Well, look at this. Who’s a cute little bioluminescent life form? That’s right, you are.” He captured one in a sample flask. As he capped it, a warning blared. “They’re getting into the wetsuit,” he said, rubbing at his arms. 

“Stay calm,” she said, watching his heart rate with concern.

“They’re going under my skin, Jez. It burns!”

“Turn around and swim back.”

But he just hung there, a green glow in the darkness.

It was sort of pretty in the light. He was right. It was his time to shine.