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Blockades
“Planet earth is blue and there's nothing I can do,” Dr. Vincent Laurent sung to himself as he pulled up the patient's chart on his tablet again.
She was lying in the bed, looking paler than usual. “So what's the diagnosis, doc?”  
“The diagnosis is the same, Tanya. The tests just confirm what I already know.” Vincent took a deep breath. “We don't have the expertise or the equipment to treat you here, like I've said before. I thought maybe we'd missed something but it's definitely -”
"Doctor?” she interrupted. “My name's not Tanya.”  
Vincent jerked as if he'd been lightly shocked. “I'm so sorry,” he stammered. “Of course, Kristi.”
Kristi shook her head, smiling. She reached out and touched his arm. “It's fine! I don't blame you. Honest. You and all the staff here have been nothing but kind and helpful.”
Vincent didn't meet Kristi in the eye. “I appreciate that.”
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FFM 31: Fairy at the Station
“I saw one, I swear!” Jazzy said, hovering in the air. Her wings glistened in the moonlight as she and her brother collected berries.
“We've talked about this,” Eldive said. “Humans aren't real.” He sighed, deciding to humor her. “So where did you see it?”
“The place with all the structures and tracks on the ground.”
Eldive elbowed Jazzy. “We're not supposed to go there,” he whispered. A guilty look came over Jazzy's face. “What else?” Eldive asked. “Come on, out with it.”
“It was in the daylight time,” Jazzy said.
Eldive gasped. “How could you do that? You'll get burned to death or worse, you'll get caught by the Council!”
Jazzy flitted out of Eldive's reach and stuck out her tongue. “You can't tell me what to do.”
“I'll report you!”
Jazzy shook her head side to side with her hands on her hips, mocking her brother. “I know you won't. So
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FFM 30: Hard Work
“My goodness, why must they always squirm,” Daria said as she strapped her cousin Patrick to the cold metal table. Victims – er, volunteers – willing to submit themselves to her experiments were far and few between, so she'd kidnapped a few of her relatives at the most recent family reunion. She placed several plastic nodes on Patrick's skin. Patrick continued to struggle against his binds as well as against the handkerchief tied around his mouth.
“This will be less painful if you stop fighting it,” Daria said. “Probably.” She rolled up the sleeves on her lab coat. “Now, in just a moment you will feel a slight extreme burning sensation in your... everywhere.” Daria prepared to flip the switch on her torture device. “Are you ready?”
“MmmHHHmph!” Patrick said, shaking his head.
“Ah well, I can't stop you from being a wet blanket,” she said, and flipped the switch.
Notepad and pen at the ready,
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FFM 28: Icetastic Ale
“There's a special on the Icetastic Ale today,” Allura said, wiping down the counter in the crowded tavern. It seemed strange to see Allura in her sorcerer's robes and jewelry moonlighting as a barkeep. She didn't do it all the time, but would just show up ever soon often at the bar and try out a new potion. Giddo, the owner, couldn't complain.
“Tell me about this mysterious blue drink,” I said, sitting down on a stool.
“Well, for the price of only one gold, you will temporarily gain ice powers.”
“Ice powers, huh? Sign me up!”
Allura gave me a thumbs up and disappeared through a door behind the bar. A few moments later, she slid a tall glass of bright blue liquid across the counter. “Careful,” she said, “don't drink it too fast.”
The drink was frigid and fizzed the back of my throat. I drank it all in a few carefully measured swallows.
The hair on my arms stood up as I felt the magic coursing through my veins. My s
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FFM 29: Don't Go
“Please don't go,” Jelar said, holding the halfling in his arms.
Lem the halfling coughed and smiled through his pain. “My dear friend, they say there's no honor among thieves, but I have to say... it has been a great honor to know you.”
“You are the one who taught me such virtues,” Jelar said. As a dark-skinned drow elf, honor was usually the last thing expected of him.
Lem just smiled. “I just want to rest, Jelar. Give me that at least. Urogalan will protect me where I'm going.”
Jelar nodded – Urogalan was the halfling god who took care of the dead. “Here,” Lem said, reaching under his shirt. “I want to give you something.” The halfling pulled out a necklace with a silver charm on it -  the symbol of the city's thieves guild. He placed it in Jelar's outstretched palm.
“N-no,” Jelar stammered, understanding the significance of the gift. As Lem was the current guildmaster, he was choosing Jel
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FFM 27: Do YOU Do That?!
“I've never seen snow, you know,” he said.
“Whatever do you mean? I know there's winter here,” I replied, notebook and pen out.
“My hibernation is every winter, so that's why,” he shrugged.
“Couldn't you just – sleep every night?”
He looked at me like I'd grown an extra head. “Why would I do that? Do you do that?” he asked incredulously.
"I'm not from around here," I said.
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“Beds?” she asked.
“You know, beds. With pillows and blankets and sheets. That you sleep in?”
“We don't have beds, since we don't sleep at night. Can't you relax on couches like we do?”
I shifted in my seat. “Couches are not comfortable to sleep on.”
"Are you sure you're not just being picky?"
"It makes my back hurt," I reassured her.
She shook her head in disbelief. "Whatever."
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“I had such a weird nightmare,” I said to my co-worker, to make small talk.
“We don't have those
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FFM 26: Rainy Day Tea
The rain pattered on the roof and trickled down the outer wall of the wizard's tower. By now, it was late morning, and Siatrine's apprentice Maxim had missed breakfast. She sent Aheem up to check on him.
Aheem had never been in Maxim's room before, so he hesitated as he pushed the door open.
The room was surprisingly tidy, with nothing out of place. The bedsheets on his bed were immaculate and the books on the bookshelf were arranged in alphabetical order. Maxim himself was sleeping at his desk, parchments and books strewn about him. Aheem peered at the research material – Maxim had been taking notes on elemental magical theory, specifically lightning and electricity. The candle beside Maxim had burned out, probably hours before.
Unsure of what to do, Aheem took a blanket out from the closet and draped it over Maxim's shoulders. Maxim mumbled an incoherent thanks in his sleep and Aheem went back downstairs.
“Seems your apprentice was burning the midnight oil again,” A
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FFM 25: Give 'Em Hell Later
“Good news is we're all alive,” Garrett's voice crackled over the walkie-talkie. “Bad news is we've been separated, the island is sinking, and we can't leave right yet.”
Mia sighed. “What do you mean, we can't leave? Julie should be able to copter us out.”
“I wish. There's something preventing us from leaving the perimeter. Don't worry, I found a map. I'm sending it to your radar right now.” Mia pulled her equipment out of the sand. A detailed map appeared on her screen. “We've got to find pieces of four different treasures, get them blessed or something at a temple, and then can we leave. Did I mention that the island is being flooded?”
“Yeah, you did.”
“Okay, good,” Garrett said.
“No, it's not good!” Mia screeched into the walkie-talkie. “This is impossible! We're all going to drown before we get the treasures in time!”
“Well, you won't drown at least,” Garrett said
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FFM 24: Tea Leaves
“I could read your tea leaves, if you'd like,” Celia said. Maxim, a wizard's apprentice, was sitting across from her on a cushion in her hut.
“I didn't know druids did divination,” Maxim replied.
“Not always,” Celia admitted. “I've just always had a personal interest, even before I became a druid.” She held out her hand. “Give me your cup, please.”
He did as she asked, and she peered into his cup. “Hmm, it seems you'll be called to adventure soon, within a year.”
“Adventure?” Maxim said. Buho, his owl familiar, preened on his shoulder. “I'm not ready for that.”
“That's the second thing I see,” Celia said. “You hide it very well, I have to admit,” she added, glancing at Maxim's fine-tailored suit and signet ring. “But you're driven by fear. Tell me, do you suffer from nightmares?”
Maxim turned away as if he'd been slapped. “That's rather personal, isn
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FFM 23: Dr. Angelo's Animal Clinic
"I don't understand. I keep using the rubber brush just like you said, but he keeps trying to eat people?" Mrs. Haversham was in the office again with her miniature owlbear. Personally, I hated owlbears – I thought they were too aggressive to make good pets.
“Mrs. Haversham, when do you use the rubber brush?”
“Why, when he's just tried to bite someone, of course,” the old lady said.
I sighed. “You're encouraging Mr. Cuddles' negative behavior,” I said, struggling to keep my tone as even as possible. “You need to use the rubber brush after he's done something good.” I wrote her a prescription for the owlbear's heartworms and went to my next patient.
A young man was holding a cat-sized pseudodragon in his arms. I checked the charts. “So, what seems to be the problem with Clyde today?” I asked.
“Well, Miss Angelo, I mean, Dr. Angelo, he doesn't have as much energy as he used to and he's just generally no
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FFM 21: Fast and Loose
“I'd just like to apologize for making you bail me out of space jail... again, and for leaving you to be devoured by those hungry Martians.” Lance slurped his milkshake.
Vincent sighed, taking a bite out of his hamburger. “You've really got to be more careful. And as I've already explained, it's racist to call the Seluri 'Martians.'”
“Aw, but it makes for a better story,” Lance said, leaning in across the diner booth. “'Star Doctor Eaten by Martians!' I could see the headline now.”
“Except it's bogus and I am certainly not a star doctor,” Vincent countered. He adjusted his eyepatch.
“You know, I really wish you'd just tell me what happened when you got kidnapped by the Zalbonians,” Lance said off-handedly. “I'm sure it's just like one of those trade paperbacks. Mystery! Suspense!”
“Enough,” Vincent said, his eyes narrowing. “I watched people die. This is not a game.”
Lance
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FFM 22: The Auroran Space Mall
You've arrived at the Auroran Space Mall, a small space station created for the sole purpose of interstellar shopping. Dazzling noises, smells and sights assail you at every turn. To your delight, you're one of the only humans here. To fully enjoy your experience, you narrow down what you'd like to do to three choices. Choose wisely!
To take a trip to the perfume store, go to page 2.
To visit the cloning outlet, go to page 5.
To take a peek at the clothing boutiques, go to page 9.
Page 2
You decide to visit the perfume store. Colognes and scents for all genders and species line the shelves. A small, lizard-like alien approaches you and tells you that she has a special offer just for you, if you would just go with her to the back of the store. You could also ask another employee for samples.
To take the lizard-alien's “offer,” go to page 3.
To ask for samples, go to page 4.
Page 3
You follow the lizard alien through a door, where there's a
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The Drowned Maiden
The ship was nearly to shore when a mist rolled in and the wind stilled. Maxim the wizard, his cousin Victor the necromancer, Jume the paladin, and Aeva the cleric leaned over the edge of the ship to see a woman in a rowboat coming toward them.
Victor shuddered. “That's a spirit. Specifically, something called a drowned maiden,” he said to his companions. “They come about when their death has something to do with their romantic life. And they only find rest if the person responsible for their death is killed. We're going to have to be very careful when talking to her.” When she got closer, he called out to her. “Hello! Can we help you with anything?”
“I'm looking for my beloved, my fiance Bryton,” she said.
Maxim perked up. This was related to the plot of noble intrigue they were following. Byrton was one of the nobles getting married. “Is Bryton from the House of Roses?” Maxim asked.
The ghost wailed in distress. “No!
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Docks and Arrows
“So, since my year of captivity, I've had incentive to look up everything I could find about the noble House of Roses and the Faith of Favor,” Lana was saying to her audience of four: her brother, her cousin, a paladin, and a cleric. “Turns out they're pretty much the same front. The House of Roses has been managing the political end of things, while the Faith of Favor handles the religious and... necromantic aspects.” Lana took a deep breath and continued.
“On that end, there's another wedding planned between the House of Roses and another noble house. It's just a few day's journey by boat.” She handed her brother Maxim a wooden box full of gold. “I'm willing to pay for your passage and then some. All of you must stop the wedding and get this other noble house to ally with us. We'll never be able to take on the House of Roses and the Faith of Favor without a strong force behind us.”
Maxim examined his fingernails. “Noble politics a
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FFM 20: The Lamest Haunted House
I felt too old to be here. I let someone tie a bandanna around my eyes and I was led into the dark by one of my teachers. “Welcome to the haunted house!” I heard one of my classmates, Danny, say. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes under the bandanna. Despite the blindfold and the fanfare, it still smelled like the gym – like rotten socks and sneaker skids.  
“Mind your head,” Danny said, and I felt the fake cobwebs brush the top of my head.
Danny led us to the "eyeball” room, where the eyeballs were just peeled grapes. I heard some of the littler kids behind me squeal; one of them squashed a grape in his fist.
Next was the room with the “fingers” of the murderer's victims. It was just bits of chopped up hotdogs. I knew they'd been sitting out for hours, but I ate one anyway. It tasted disgusting.
We were about to go into the “ghoul room” next, which was just a bunch of people yelling “boo” over your shoulder.
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FFM 18: The Queen of Hearts
There once was a man who spoke with cards. He hadn't always been this way. His sister knew what had happened, but she couldn't tell anyone.
She didn't know what his cards meant all of the time. Having lived with him for several years though gave her a general idea of what the cards stood for. Hearts and diamonds were good fortune, spades and clubs usually bad. Jacks meant adventure, queens were loss or gain, kings had something to do with the balance of power. Aces tended to be money-related. Jokers of course were wild, and a number card could mean anything numerical. With such a predictive power, the man had many who sought him out.
When his sister came home on that particular day and heard scuffles upstairs, she figured it was just an unhappy client. However, he came down the stairs looking upset and led her up to his room.
A body was sprawled out on the floor with a sword sticking out of its chest. On the ground at its feet was three cards: the ace of spades, the king of clubs, and
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Forget to Remember
It wasn’t so much he’d forgotten as it was he could not remember.
The way the clouds looked after it rained and how many shades flowers wore in spring.
The scent of fresh baked bread and how it crumbled on his tongue.
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FFM Day 26: Parking Wars
"Oh, drat," said Kira under her breath.
The front door was open in the summer heat, and she had the perfect view of someone painstakingly trying to parallel park into her spot.
"This, Joe, is why I never let you use the car." Kira spoke to the air, and could only glare as the car pulled out for a better angle.
A cat sauntered onto the asphalt, its gray and white spots bright against the black. It yawned mightily and sat down directly in the car's path.
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FFM Day 28: Reign of Crime
Jack ran.
He ran a lot in his line of work. As a detective, it was rather prudent to be timely, and in a small sleepy town, it was a challenge to get anywhere quickly.
That and the rain. It threatened to wash away evidence before he even saw, making running even more frequent.
He skidded to a stop, next to a one way street, deserted in the late night flood of rain. The streetlights illuminated a slow trickle of red into the gutter.
Melinda walked up behind him, umbrella in hand.
"Know the guy?"
"Who doesn't?" Jack said. "Did his last deal, I guess."
Melinda's smile was feral. "Time to track down his clients. Again. This time we'll get him."
They got lucky. Bones, a fixture of shady street corners, who blew smoke and who knows what else into passerby's faces.
"Yeah, we argued," he said, voice half a whine. "It got ugly. He was mad crazy, man. I drew my knife, kind of swiped it at him, but I didn't meant to hurt him. Just get away."
"Convenient for you that he ended up dead in that alley
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FFM31 2017 - Hob Goblin
   Life changed that day; the day they invented the electric hob. When fire no longer burned merrily in the grating; when no log or kindling lay piled by the hearth; no flame to relax by, to keep warm late into the night.
   What can a hobgoblin do, with no help to offer, and no ploy or prank to plot?
   The milk, locked away in the fridge, can’t be turned. No fleece to tangle, no butter to churn, and every baby born away from home in a maternity ward where no changeling can reach.
   I will not deny it, I long thought of leaving; of retiring to the country. But hope can’t be killed forever, and tonight my hour will come again. Today, I learnt about lego.
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FFM 2017 -Day 31- (Final) Making History
Collecting the bones of a long dead dragon is not an easy task, especially in this economy.  But by calling in a few favors, I was able to procure them.  Thankfully, one of those favors knew a lot about draconic anatomy; otherwise, I would have never been able to properly put the skeleton back together.  Outfitting the skeleton with cybernetics was simple enough.  And cheaper.  All that was left now was to put in the finishing touch.
I walked over to my desk and opened the chest on it.  Inside, the very thing that would bring my creation to life: a heartstone.  My left arm sparked and twitched a bit upon seeing the stone, as that arm was powered by a small sliver of a different stone.  If only a fraction of a heartstone could power a cybernetic arm for a lifetime, it only made sense that an entire stone could power a whole skeleton.  Of course, this experiment would be the first time that such a feat would be attempted.  A heartstone wa
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Bad Words
“Who remembers how plants make their food?”
Photosynthesis, Jacob thought. Big, clever word. Other kids knew the answer too. About five of them shot their hand up straight away to be picked. But Miss Spieler took her time to call on them. They way her eyes passed over them made Jacob’s tummy feel sick. He just looked at his hands. Couldn’t make eye contact. Dangerous. She might–
“Jacob. How do plants make their food?”
Jacob froze. Bit his lips. Raised his head, fraction at a time. Photosynthesis. He moved his lips. Chewed them. Photosynthesis.
“Come on, Jacob. I know you know the answer.”
Photosynthesis. Everyone was looking at him. They thought he was dumb. Idiot boy. Photosynthesis.
“Ph–”
No. Enough. Stop. Can’t say it. Won’t say it. He put his head down on this arms and blocked out the class.
 
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FFM 2017 Day 17 - Mission Improbable
"Pizza!" Noise. No words, but there are footsteps approaching the door. "PIZZA."
"I'm, I... hfff, I..." (growling?) "...I'm sorry, I didn't order a pizza."
She leans against the door, giving an exaggerated sigh. "Well.. I mean, it's not like it's gonna get where it was supposed to, now. Want it anyway?"
"Oh! Nnnnhhh... nuh... no, I couldn't, I'd feel bad. It's... someone else's. I could, I couldn't eat a stranger's food."
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Raknar Under Sail
On a barnacle-studded rock, bewinged by plumes of cold saltwater, a young woman – her thick, flowing hair red and rich as seaweed – arched her back and sang. Her elegant fish tail carved the waves behind her gently, wistfully.
“One day you'll see,” she breathed with longing, her glittering eyes fixed on the distant mist-shrouded coast, “Someday I'll be - part of your worrrrrlll-”
She slumped face first into the ocean, a harpoon protruding from her back, and Raknar hauled her from the churning pink water in order to inspect his kill. The mermaid wore a superlative clamshell breastplate. He strapped it on, and pulled his Snuffleupagus cloak back over his previously bare chest.
His equipment was legendary – composed of only the finest armours and weaponry from across the realms of fiction. He'd roamed those lands corner to corner, hunting creatures exotic and inexplicable. Many had left their mark on him, but none so severely as the teletubbies. T
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The Cat
    I was sitting in the front row of a conference room, listening to the buzz of the AC. My mind was still trying to sort out how I got here and why I was wearing this strange new dress. There were others, all looking as puzzled as me, but none of us spoke to each other. Personally, I didn’t want to. I just wanted to go home. I had things to do and no time for whatever this was.
    In the front of the room was a desk with a pitcher labeled ‘Palm Wine.’ A little note under it said it was good for cleaning out the body and soul, whatever that meant. I wasn’t interested.
    Why was I here and why were there no doors?
    There was a loud click and a door appeared behind the desk. For a second, I thought I had to be dreaming. It couldn’t be real.
    Then a brown, spotted cat walked in the door. She sauntered up to the desk and hopped on, then sat like some cat st
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A Simple Question
    It was a simple question without a simple answer. A yes or no was expected, but how does one pick which to use.
    He sat cloaked in shadows, wearing all black. Even his skin was dark, reflecting only faint pieces of the candle light. Had anyone else come across him, they might have thought him death itself sitting on the bridge. 
    The woman in red didn’t make such an assumption. She stopped just a few paces from him and stood there staring. She didn’t move closer. She didn’t move away. Both already knew why the other was there. It was time. The question didn’t need to be asked, but it did need to be answered.
    After several minutes, he stood and walked over to her. She waited. He held out a thin hand, but didn’t touch her. She needed to take his hand, not the other way around. “You are certain?”
    She gave a nod, but said nothi
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FFM 2017 08: A Puff of Smoke
I am comparing two boxes of cereal at the local supermarket when I notice that the nutritional facts are obscured by the white puffs of my breathing. I sidle up to a teenager in a red vest who is stacking boxes at the same aisle.
“Sorry?” he says, taking off an earphone.
“I said, was there a recent accident in this store?”
“Here?” His eyes widen. “Dude, I don’t know. It’s my first day.”
I put back the cereal and go to investigate on my own. Squinting, I scan the aisles of the store one by one before stopping at Frozen Foods. There’s only one person there, a young woman in a navy blue sweater. She looks up from the bottle of milk in her hand and sees me standing beside her.
She frowns. “Why are you winking at me?”
I take the milk from her hand. “You better put this down before someone notices and freaks out.”
“You’re the freaky one here, you know?”
“I hate to break it to you
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FFM2017day9 - Out Here Tonight
Moonlight glistens on the glass-like lake surface. Crickets chirp rhythmically on the shore. Stars twinkle like tiny distant fires.
I slide a pile of partially-filled garbage bags over the side of my boat. They each make a gentle kersplash and drop to the bottom of the dark lake.
It sure is calm out here tonight.
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“Planet earth is blue and there's nothing I can do,” Dr. Vincent Laurent sung to himself as he pulled up the patient's chart on his tablet again.

She was lying in the bed, looking paler than usual. “So what's the diagnosis, doc?”  

“The diagnosis is the same, Tanya. The tests just confirm what I already know.” Vincent took a deep breath. “We don't have the expertise or the equipment to treat you here, like I've said before. I thought maybe we'd missed something but it's definitely -”

"Doctor?” she interrupted. “My name's not Tanya.”  

Vincent jerked as if he'd been lightly shocked. “I'm so sorry,” he stammered. “Of course, Kristi.”

Kristi shook her head, smiling. She reached out and touched his arm. “It's fine! I don't blame you. Honest. You and all the staff here have been nothing but kind and helpful.”

Vincent didn't meet Kristi in the eye. “I appreciate that.” He sighed. “My colleague and his team of specialists are stationed on Bram V. Or should I say trapped.”

“Bram V? Isn't that the moon that's being blockaded by the Zalbonians?”  

“Unfortunately.” Vincent's wrist beeped a reminder. “I'm off to speak with the medical director to see about transporting you through the blockade.”

“Thank you!” Kristi said. “Take care of yourself, okay?” she spoke to his back.  

Vincent paused a moment to consider how strange it was for a patient to be encouraging her doctor before continuing to walk down the hallway.

 

“It's too dangerous for civilians to be trying to breaking through this barricade,” Director Pontelli said through videochat. “The military is focusing their firepower elsewhere to try to gain the upper hand.”

“Then what do you suggest I do, sir?” Vincent said, placing his hand on his forehead in exasperation. “I've already told you that we can't treat her here. We just don't have the resources or skilled doctors.”   

Director Pontelli looked as exhausted as Vincent felt. “I agree with you, Dr. Laurent,” he said. “These are extenuating circumstances, but there's always so much red tape with war and aid. The government is barely able to drop resources and supplies down there for our people without the Zalbonians counter-firing or taking it for themselves.”

“I know a pilot who'd be willing to help,” Vincent offered. “He's not associated with the military, but I know he's fought a good many pirates in his day.”  

“Hmm,” Pontelli said. “Send me his contacts. I'm sure the military would be willing to help him – covertly, of course. I'll do as much as I can.” The director steepled his hands. “By the way, how is your wife? It's been a while since we've talked.”

Vincent's face paled. “She died last month,” he said flatly. “She caught the Ronno virus. There was nothing they could do.”  

Pontelli's jaw dropped. “I didn't know, my god,” he said. “Is there anything I can do?”

“No, sir. I'll send you the information on my friend and we'll keep in touch,” Vincent said, closing the video to prevent himself from breaking down over the camera.   

He couldn't think about his wife right now – not as long as there were lives to be saved.

There were never a shortage of those, Vincent found.


A few days later, the physician assistants were preparing to transport Kristi for transport on Lance's ship. “Thanks for your help,” Vincent told Lance.

Lance threw his hands in the air. “Hey, those Zalbonians don't have anything on me and my ship. We'll be fine,” he reassured Vincent.

Vincent couldn't help but smile. “You're crazy, but I trust you.”

“You should!” Lance exclaimed.

“Could I have a moment alone with Kristi before you cart her off?”

Lance consented; he and the PAs left the room.

"I wanted to apologize for calling you Tanya last week," Vincent said. "That was my wife's name. You look just like her."

"I'm assuming she's passed, then," Kristi said. Vincent nodded.

"I lost my son last year. Sometimes I wonder if... well," Kristi cut herself off. "I don't want to take up your time rambling, Doctor. But I wish you luck on your journey - thanks for helping me with mine."

Vincent called Lance and the others back in the room, and he watched as they wheeled Kristi away. He thought of Tanya and how much he needed her now more than ever.

He looked outside at the stars, remembering how Lance told him once that all the stars he could see were dead yet still gave light.

It would have to be enough.
Blockades
This ended up having a lot less space and a lot more opera than I originally intended, but at last, here is my space opera piece for A Game of Genres Week 1.
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so I realized that it's been two months since my last journal and a lot has happened between now and then. Mostly good stuff! :dummy:

July was pretty great. I completed Flash Fiction Month again and had a lot of fun doing it. I still need to catch up with reading other people's pieces, but I thoroughly enjoyed what I've read so far and what I've written for FFM this year, which is wonderful.

In July I also went camping in the Adirondacks on our annual trip with my sister, her now-fiance [she proposed to him on the trip!], and our other buddy. They don't have rings yet but are hoping to get married next fall in 2018. :la: We went canoing and saw a loon, roasted grapes over the campfire [they didn't taste much different to be honest], went out for ice cream and did mini-golf. All in all, it was a lovely trip!

We also adopted a kitty cat from the shelter - we named her Cherie! She is a beautiful Turkish Angora who's around two years old. The shelter we worked with was really helpful; thankfully they also have a contract with the local vet hospital. Because she had a tapeworm and another infection when we adopted her, the shelter covered the vet costs! I was very grateful for that.
Cherie4 by doodlerTM
Here Cherie is lying in her pet bed. She finally started using it after I put it in the center of the room. [She loves being the center of attention.]

In the first weekend of August, my sister and I drove five hours each way to Twinsburg, Ohio for the annual Twins Days festival. It's basically like a county fair, with talent shows, contests [such as who looks the most alike, etc], food vendors, etc - except only twins are encouraged to go. We didn't know what to expect this year since it was our first year going, but next year we're planning on wearing costumes and going all out. We also went to the Cleveland Aquarium and Niagara Falls while we were out there, since they were both on the way. All of that made for a pretty action-packed weekend, but I loved it.
Tntniagara by doodlerTMTntkoalas by doodlerTM
I'm on the right in both pictures :lol:

And then this past weekend I was in one of my best friend's weddings. We roomed together for three semesters in college and I have a lot of great memories with her. I couldn't have been happier to be a part of it - it was a beautiful wedding and an amazing day.
Mewedding by doodlerTM
Selfie in the limo :meow:

We also went to the Ren Faire on Sunday, which I wasn't planning on at all but which was an excellent idea. I've never been but it was a lot of fun; there were so many costumes and fun things to watch and do. Hoping [like with Twinsburg] to go again next year and plan it out better.

I've also gotten a kind of promotion at my job! I work at a call center and there are agent-supervisors [basically agents who have responsibilities on occasion to adjust people's schedules and help other employees]. I spent the past two weeks training and now have that responsibility along with still taking calls. It's almost like a different job altogether and is taking a little bit getting used to, but I'm enjoying it so far. :dummy:

Obviously with all this going on, I've not had time for much reading or writing. But I'm working on something right now for A Game of Genres, Week 1 and also planning on doing a reading challenge which I'll probably put in a separate journal or on my tumblr sideblog, doodlerTM Reviews.

I hope everyone else has had a fabulous summer - doodlerTM, out! :salute:
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“I saw one, I swear!” Jazzy said, hovering in the air. Her wings glistened in the moonlight as she and her brother collected berries.

“We've talked about this,” Eldive said. “Humans aren't real.” He sighed, deciding to humor her. “So where did you see it?”

“The place with all the structures and tracks on the ground.”

Eldive elbowed Jazzy. “We're not supposed to go there,” he whispered. A guilty look came over Jazzy's face. “What else?” Eldive asked. “Come on, out with it.”

“It was in the daylight time,” Jazzy said.

Eldive gasped. “How could you do that? You'll get burned to death or worse, you'll get caught by the Council!”

Jazzy flitted out of Eldive's reach and stuck out her tongue. “You can't tell me what to do.”

“I'll report you!”

Jazzy shook her head side to side with her hands on her hips, mocking her brother. “I know you won't. So fine, I just won't tell you anymore. I'm going to pick berries somewhere else!” She flew off, leaving Eldive alone in his patch.

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Ophelia was early to the train station again, trailed by her steamwork dog, Otis. She liked getting here in the morning so she could read. Also it was good for Otis to get his gears greased, running around in the empty station.

She was settled down into her book when she heard Otis run up to her. The dog's steamwork hissed as he opened his jaws and dropped something at her feet. At first she thought it was a butterfly, but she could see it looked like a tiny person with wings. A fairy? Otis had tried to be careful, but the little creature had been injured.

Ophelia scooped up the fairy in her hand, calling to Otis. “Well, looks like we're not going to the marketplace today,” she said, and they made their way back home.
FFM 31: Fairy at the Station
Challenge piece for FFM 2017 day 31.

I did DamonWakes's challenge, which had to be under 400 words, have fairies that didn't believe in humans, and a steampunk setting :dummy: it's 320 words

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so I realized that it's been two months since my last journal and a lot has happened between now and then. Mostly good stuff! :dummy:

July was pretty great. I completed Flash Fiction Month again and had a lot of fun doing it. I still need to catch up with reading other people's pieces, but I thoroughly enjoyed what I've read so far and what I've written for FFM this year, which is wonderful.

In July I also went camping in the Adirondacks on our annual trip with my sister, her now-fiance [she proposed to him on the trip!], and our other buddy. They don't have rings yet but are hoping to get married next fall in 2018. :la: We went canoing and saw a loon, roasted grapes over the campfire [they didn't taste much different to be honest], went out for ice cream and did mini-golf. All in all, it was a lovely trip!

We also adopted a kitty cat from the shelter - we named her Cherie! She is a beautiful Turkish Angora who's around two years old. The shelter we worked with was really helpful; thankfully they also have a contract with the local vet hospital. Because she had a tapeworm and another infection when we adopted her, the shelter covered the vet costs! I was very grateful for that.
Cherie4 by doodlerTM
Here Cherie is lying in her pet bed. She finally started using it after I put it in the center of the room. [She loves being the center of attention.]

In the first weekend of August, my sister and I drove five hours each way to Twinsburg, Ohio for the annual Twins Days festival. It's basically like a county fair, with talent shows, contests [such as who looks the most alike, etc], food vendors, etc - except only twins are encouraged to go. We didn't know what to expect this year since it was our first year going, but next year we're planning on wearing costumes and going all out. We also went to the Cleveland Aquarium and Niagara Falls while we were out there, since they were both on the way. All of that made for a pretty action-packed weekend, but I loved it.
Tntniagara by doodlerTMTntkoalas by doodlerTM
I'm on the right in both pictures :lol:

And then this past weekend I was in one of my best friend's weddings. We roomed together for three semesters in college and I have a lot of great memories with her. I couldn't have been happier to be a part of it - it was a beautiful wedding and an amazing day.
Mewedding by doodlerTM
Selfie in the limo :meow:

We also went to the Ren Faire on Sunday, which I wasn't planning on at all but which was an excellent idea. I've never been but it was a lot of fun; there were so many costumes and fun things to watch and do. Hoping [like with Twinsburg] to go again next year and plan it out better.

I've also gotten a kind of promotion at my job! I work at a call center and there are agent-supervisors [basically agents who have responsibilities on occasion to adjust people's schedules and help other employees]. I spent the past two weeks training and now have that responsibility along with still taking calls. It's almost like a different job altogether and is taking a little bit getting used to, but I'm enjoying it so far. :dummy:

Obviously with all this going on, I've not had time for much reading or writing. But I'm working on something right now for A Game of Genres, Week 1 and also planning on doing a reading challenge which I'll probably put in a separate journal or on my tumblr sideblog, doodlerTM Reviews.

I hope everyone else has had a fabulous summer - doodlerTM, out! :salute:

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Welcome to FlashFictionLives! Happy to have you! Keep your eyes open for the August prompt coming next week!
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