Special Request

She wanted a love poem. He wasn’t the greatest at picking up signals, but clearly, she was a little frustrated that she’d been dating a poet this long, and he’d not written anything for her.

So, he cleared some time, sat down with his favorite pen and a notebook, and thought about her.

He thought about her looks, her smile, her mind, her view of life, everything about her that made her her.

He stared at that blank page for hours, trying to work out how to express his feelings.

In the end, he just dumped her to save face.

You’ll Live To Regret This

Her hand hovered over the large blue button that would end the world as we knew it, a sick smile on her face. I couldn’t break free from the nanoties, and thus did the only thing I could.

“You will live to regret this!”

She paused for a split second before turning to face me, her expression of suicidal mania replaced by annoyance.

“I quite obviously won’t, genius. The entire point of this plan is to wipe out the planet and thus allow Master to feed upon the planet, thus-“

That was enough time for Shinjo to take her out.

War Of Art

Once they broke through the trench lines, I knew it was all over. I didn’t care who shot me, but since I knew someone would, I deserted, and headed home.

I was probably a few hours ahead of them when I climbed the stairs up to the apartment I’d hoped to raise my kids in, and called out to the woman I would be spending the rest of my life with.

She didn’t answer, slumped as she was in front of her canvas, the blood dried slightly.

I lost her, but at least I saw true joy one last time.

Fallen Mighty

I had only intended to stare at her sitting dejectedly in the mud for a moment, but after several she glared up at me.

“Are you going to help me or not?”

I had assumed her current predicament would blow some of her attitude away, but there was that same peevish sense of self-entitlement dripping off every syllable.

Still, I found myself helping her to her feet, and then made my best effort to wipe away some of the mud.

She sighed in her usual dramatic way, then shook her head.

“Thanks.”

It was mostly sarcastic, but still an improvement.

Contemplating Armageddon

I had hoped that, when the world ended, it was because billions of years had passed and we’d evolved into beings of energy.

I had wondered if the trends that the academics had worked out would indeed end the world, if we’d ruin it within a millennia.

I had feared that someone would build the wrong thing and we’d all end as grey goo.

I had heard, but discounted, the rantings that said a being of pure evil would rise up and cause Armageddon.

But a being of pure good, that judged us all unworthy? That didn’t occur to me.

Doorstopper

She felt she had no other option, which is a dangerous emotion in a mother.

But even though her life was worthless, as the priests kept saying during the only daylight hours not spent toiling, she felt that this newborn deserved better. After all, it was the Baron’s child, she could count backwards well enough to know that one drunken rape led to this child.

Thus, in dead of night, she placed the child on the Baron’s doorstep, hoping he would take her in.

The Baroness found the child, and knew, instantly, whose it was.

She had it dealt with.

Multicourse

It was a fantastic dinner party.

All five of his guests were in sparklingly form, the comments over appetizers about some of the other patrons in the restaurant were very witty, which certainly explained the dirty looks.

As the fish was served, Gabriel began to tell one of his famous stories, one that lasted well into the main, although it never dragged.

Then the dessert and cheeses came with excellent wine, as Helena did an impromptu poetry recital.

Only then did Derek’s mind clear and he realised he was alone at the table.

Although the bill was sadly very real.