Terribleminds Flash Fiction Challenge: Random Story Seeds #ASMSG @ChuckWendig
Chuck Wendig has asked his fellow writers to meet his next Flash Fiction Challenge, again!
FIVE RANDOM STORY FEEDS
This time, he’s giving us more of a choice between these subjects:
1.) A child is born under mysterious circumstances.
2.) A dead body goes missing.
3.) A mysterious journal is found.
4.) An accident occurs that may be no accident.
5.) An impossible animal appears.
I have the choice to pick one myself or randomize it. Of course, I chose the one that fits perfectly with what I’m already working on.
As some of you know, I am currently writing the ZEPHYRUS, the third installment to my Aegean Chronicles series.
Chuck must be reading my mind because I was actually and this is no lie, working on a scene that matches the choices given for the challenge.
So without further ado, here is a sneak peek at my upcoming, ZEPHYRUS.
I chose number one and as you read on, you’ll know exactly why this so perfectly fits.
If you are interested in joining and writing your own, go to Chuck’s page, Terribleminds. Read the parameters, upload your link, follow his blog and share to your hearts content.
“I don’t give a damn what anybody thinks! I love you and there is nothing that can stop us from being together!”
Marcellus breathed out sharply as he stood with his hands on his hips and peered at the woman he fell head over heels in love with, the second he saw her. “Bunny, is it because you’re white? Is that why you won’t marry me?”
The beautiful, blonde-statuesque woman walked over and placed her hands on Marcellus’ shoulders. “I am Greek, darling. And, to answer your question, no. Skin color has nothing do with it. You are not meant to be with me. There is another.”
He clutched her shoulders to gaze down into her eyes of golden amber, trying his best to understand, “What the hell does that mean? I don’t want some other woman. If not marriage, what about just living together? It is only you that I want.”
She sighed, “You will fall in love with another, in time. Believe what I say, when you meet her, what you feel for me now, will be nothing compared to your love for her.”
Marcellus grasped her jaw, moving in closer than they already were, “You don’t get it. I don’t want to fall in love with someone else. You have my heart…you will always have my heart. I don’t see the problem. Interracial marriages are becoming more and more accepted. There’s no one to stop us. I love you and I don’t care what anyone has to say. Is it your family…you’re leaving because they don’t approve, is that it?”
She struggled to find the right words, “I come from a place that has no room for love with a man. On the day of my birth, the Fates have set my path. I have sworn an oath to fulfill my duties. As a soldier, you should understand that.” She swept her hand along his cheek, while he turned his head to kiss her palm.
A tear ran down his cheek, “Well, these ‘Fates’ couldn’t be more wrong. If I have to, I will leave the Corp, just to be with you.”
Bunny shook her head, “You could never give up being a Marine. You will always be a Marine. It’s in your blood and I would never ask that of you. I did not expect to feel this way about you when we first met, however, I cannot shirk my duties.”
She placed her hands on top of his to grasped his fingers. “My time here is ending and I have to go back in the morning. Tonight I will be yours and yours alone.”
Marcellus’ gaze raked over Bunny’s backside as she guided him over to the bed then set him down next to her.
He sniffed, “So that’s it for me? One night? Just one more moment with you? That’s all I’m worth to you? I still don’t understand why you have to leave? Isn’t there something that could be done?”
Sadly, she looked into his eyes as she leaned forward and touched her lips to his. “My beautiful Marcellus, you mean so much more to me than you will ever know. My Agapetos, please just give me this night to remember you.”
She forced him down on his back and his argument and sadness dissolved into desire.
If only things could be different but it was not meant to be. Though she loved this mortal, their lives were not fated to be together.
10 MONTH’S LATER
Marcellus lay dreaming of the beautiful woman who breezed into his life and left just as quickly. He dreamt of lying in his bed when Bunny suddenly stood in front of him holding a small, moving bundle.
He smiled with relief, “Bunny, you’ve come back.”
Bunny walked over to the side of the bed, she was dressed differently than he remembered…some type of short flowing dress with silver belt crisscrossed over her waist. Her hair piled in a high ponytail and her body was more muscular than he remembered. He rubbed his eyes, what that an owl on her shoulder?
“Marcellus, I have something for you. When you wake up, this will be next to you and I don’t want you to panic. This is our daughter and I have named her Gail.” She placed the warm, squirmy infant next to his prone form. The owl perched on her shoulder seemed to stare at Marcellus with sadness. As she bent over, it flapped its wings silently to stay balanced. Bunny stood back after smoothing over the child’s dark curls. Marcellus looked down into the wee one’s bright brown eyes, before looking back at the woman that after several months, he still wasn’t able to get over her.
As he held the child protectively in his arms, he pleaded, “Are you coming back?”
Bunny stepped further back and gave him a sad smile, then shook her head. “No, I cannot, I am leaving her in your capable hands to raise.”
Tightening his hold, Marcellus watched what he surmised was a barn owl, hop off Bunny’s shoulder to land on his outstretched legs. He claws looked sharp, but the felt like soft little pillows as it walked the short distance to the baby in his arms. He regarded the strange acting predator with enthralled fascination, as it closed in on his daughter. He hopped onto Marcellus’ forearm and reached out with his sharp beak to gently nuzzle the beautiful baby girl with loving affection. It chirped softly to her and Gail responded back with delightful baby talk. Her small, plump hand ran over the bird’s feathers on top of his head. After one last warble, he made his way back to Bunny’s shoulder.
As if being released from a spell, Marcellus sat up quickly and would have spoken loudly, only to catch himself, remembering there was a baby in his arms as he didn’t want to scare her. “Raise? I don’t know anything about raising babies.” He strongly whispered, “Since she’s our child, why can’t you come back and help me with her?”
Her piercing gaze bore into his as she placed a calming hand on his shoulder and pushed him back toward the pillows, “I only have one companion and that’s Koo-Koo.” She reached up and pet the owl who stuck his face into her hair. “My existence does not allow for me to have a child nor a husband.”
Exasperated, he asked, “What does that even mean, your existence?”
Bunny answered with unwavering patience, “I cannot tell you the truth of why I am doing this. I know in my heart that you will be a wonderful father and will provide all of our daughter’s needs. I’m sorry there is nothing more I can tell you, except that I do love you and if there was any other way, we would be together.”
He watched her in confusion, as she walked back over to the foot of the bed, stroking the pet on her shoulder. While she spoke once again, she raised her hand. A sharp glow appeared in Marcellus, Gail, Koo-Koo and Bunny’s eyes. Their world inside his bedroom came to a standstill as she invoked an enchantment, “When you wake up, you will forget this conversation, my name and my appearance. You will remember that Gail is our daughter and you are to raise her as a single father, until the one you were meant to be with comes into your life.”
She blew him a kiss before disappearing before his eyes, “I will always love you, Marcellus Patterson and will always be watching over you and our baby girl.” Her form and her voice faded until Marcellus could see the door that led into his bedroom. While baby Gail babbled quietly, he lay down and promptly fell back to sleep.
In the morning, he woke up feeling refreshed and looked over at the bassinet holding his one-month old daughter, Gail, softly cooing, waiting for daddy to feed her breakfast.
When her picked her up gently, Gail’s chubby hands massaged her daddy’s cheeks while he rubbed noses with her. “Good morning sweetie, been waiting for me to get up, huh? Well your ole’ pop has got a bottle all set up, let me warm it up and then its chow time.”