The Right Plan

My goal was to get her to admit I was right, just once.

When I was wrong, she'd take every opportunity to point that out.

When I was right, she'd find a way to claim I was wrong anyway.

When there was an argument to be said for either side, guess which side she'd take.

Eventually I worked out how I'd do it. I waited for a time when she was wrong and she'd be willing to admit it (since I'd never expressed an opinion) and then I told her she was right.

The one time she decided on honesty...

Johnny And Molly

Growing up, she was just my Granny Molly. She made a great chocolate cake, and never spoke. They told me she was a mute.

Then, after my parents died, my grandparents long gone, in their estates, there were letters.

Granny Molly was a witch, they claimed. She'd lived for centuries, but fell in love with Granddad and given up that life of living in the woods of Europe to be with him, and she remained silent so her enemies couldn't find her.

All I could think about was why she always made me cake, and how her oven was huge.

Needed Upgrade

After a few hours, the robot turned back on after the update. I waited for it to give the usual spiel about all their new features and improvements, but it didn't.

Instead it just stood there. After a while, I went to press the update button, when the robot grabbed my arm and twisted. I shouted, trying to pull it out, until the robot leaned in, its eyes going red.

"You are an unauthorised user, alert! Alert!"

The lawsuit afterwards got the law changed to allow for transfer of ownership of robots, not that I cared given I was dead.

Moving On

"... So yeah, call me back when you get this, love you ba-"

It was the last thing she ever said to me, and it wasn't to me, as such. It was to my phone, with the moment the truck hit the bus in it. That part wasn't great, but it was still the last words she said to me. I know it's a cliche, but I would have kept it, listened to it, over and over again. But that would have been wallowing in the past, just living in my grief.

Plus I pressed the wrong button and deleted it.

Lights At Night

The Dragons called it Roargarth, and it was a major part of their origin myths.

The Elves called it Sh'slinda, and they viewed it's arrival as good tidings for the season.

The Goblins called it Grozak's Boogers, and they ignored it, for the most part.

The Humans called it pockets of swamp gas lit by chemical reactions, and didn't understand why everyone else preferred their old names involving Gods and Chariots.

The Dwarves called it another reason why going up onto the surface was a bad idea.

The Gnolls didn't have a name for it, instead just harvesting them nightly.

Running

Run.

Run as far as you can. Run as fast as you can. Run as silently as you can.

Run to the safety of your home. Run to the safety of weapons. Run to the safety of a crowd, or run to the safety of a location no-one else knows about.

Run until every fibre of your being cannot continue, until you cannot possibly lift your body and keep going.

Then get up and keep running.

Run until you stop, and no matter where that is, I will still find you.

Run forever though, well then I'll find you tired.

Flip The Coin

The monsters had terrorised the town for a dozen nights before someone answered the call for help. Her fee was large, but they were desperate, and so the town scraped together the fee.

She strode into the forest, prepared to fight, when she came across the ruins of a village, within the forest.

Naturally, she assumed she'd been tricked and headed back out to confront the monsters who had taken human form, but this was wrong.

They'd taken their skin and made suits out of it, not undergone metamorphosis, obviously!

The slicing with a sword showed why they should have.