Wednesday Word Prompt: It's good to be king

A/N: As always check out The Short Story Press for Sasha's prompt. We give them to each other every Friday and post on Wednesdays. At least Sasha posts Wednesdays, I post when I post.

It's good to be king.

200 words

Some days being the ruler of your own sovereign nation was a very difficult thing indeed. There were wars to be planned, generals to execute. Some days the king would have to meet the peasants, always such a smelly, disgusting, beggy lot. But they are subjects, and that’s just what you have to do. Some days you have to go to the dentist, no matter how much you don’t want to. Some days are spent quietly in the small council chambers, talking about things like taxes, and the state of the sewer system.

Today was not one of those days. Today was like of those days where you ride your griffin into the mountains and visit the wizard priest. Today was like wading into glorious combat, your blade slick with the shiny red blood of your enemies. Today was a good day.

‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY!’ mum is shouting, I’m hugged, I’m whisked downstairs to breakfast, and after. It is a good day.

’Look at all these presents, take of that silly crown and let’s open them.’

175 words

Wednesday Prompt: Bitten Fingernails

A/N: As always check out The Short Story Press for Sasha's prompt. We give them to each other every Friday and post on Wednesdays. At least Sasha posts Wednesdays, I post when I post.

Bitten Fingernails

50 words

Fun fact: I don’t usually bite my fingernails, except when I am really drunk. I know I have had a big night when I wake up the next day with a massive hang over, and everything I try to do is hampered by the fact that I have bitten the nails so short it is painful.

56 words.

Wednesday Prompt: Even gods sleep in sometimes

A/N: As always check out The Short Story Press for Sasha's prompt. We give them to each other every Friday and post on Wednesdays. At least Sasha posts Wednesdays, I post when I post.

Even gods sleep in sometimes.

150 words

There is a banging at the door. ‘Go away!’ can be heard muffled from the other side, as if the voice has come from beneath a pillow.

The banging continues unabated and the knocker, a short, but tanned and muscular boy yells out ‘Wake up brother, or you will be late for the battle.’ There is a thump, and then mighty footsteps rattle their way to the door.

The door clicks and creaks open to reveal a man twelve foot tall, horns protruding from his head, veins spidering across his skin, blue against his almost opalescent skin. ‘If you are in such a hurry, I am here.’

As the identical twin brothers of war walk down the hallway to the kitchens, one 12 foot tall, the other barely 5 the world shivers in anticipation for the day's mighty combats.

139 words

Wednesday Prompt: Damn You, Postman

A/N: As always check out The Short Story Press for Sasha's prompt. We give them to each other every Friday and post on Wednesdays. At least Sasha posts Wednesdays, I post when I post.

Damn You, Postman

100 Words

Where is that asshole? I’ve been waiting for this package for almost a week since I ordered it online. I’ve been checking the tracking religiously. I know it left the compound for deliveries at 8:13am this morning. It has to be here soon.

It’s late afternoon, he never came. I’m still sitting outside waiting. I pull out my phone and swear. The tracking now says ‘attempted delivery.’ But I have been here watching all day, we didn’t have any post.

I go down the path to the mailbox and sure enough inside is a little parcel collection slip. When did the postman come? Damn you, postman.

106 Words

Wednesday Prompt: Hiccups

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HiccupsWord Limit: 50

I wake up to the screaming, my eyes flutter open and I have trouble recognising what I am looking at. There is blood and gore everywhere. My roommate, his face half torn off screaming in my face.

“AAAARRRGGGGHHHHH, Do you still have hiccups?”

All this to get rid of some lousy hiccups. The blood doesn’t even look real.

58 Words.

Wednesday Prompt: Bad Grammar

A/N: What follows is a mixture of L33T speak and Textese. While I can read them both almost fluently I am not cool enough to tell them apart. So they are kinda mashed together. Apologies in advance. As always check out The Short Story Press for Sasha's prompt. We give them to each other every Friday and post on Wednesdays. At least Sasha posts Wednesdays, I post when I post.

Bad Grammar
Word Limit: 100

70 Words.

Final thoughts: This was actually painful for me to write. I’ve done some research into textese and I am fine with it as a convergent language in its own right. But my brain just isn’t wired to write it.

Wednesday Prompt: Intergalactic Deity.

A/N: For any confused after reading this story, look up the church of the flying spaghetti monster. As always check out The Short Story Press for Sasha's prompt. We give them to each other every Friday and post on Wednesdays. At least Sasha posts Wednesdays, I post when I post.

Intergalactic Deity

Word Limit: 200

It may be common knowledge now, but to say that we were surprised would be the understatement of the century. To think that a tiny little religion, on a tiny little planet in the outer arms of the Milky Way Galaxy would come up with the same answer as the Voss.

A little background for those who have been hiding under a rock, or like my cousin Stefan in a literal cave. The Voss are an extra-galactic universe spanning civilisation. They aren’t from the milky way, they aren’t even from our nearest neighbours. We share nothing in common with them, they aren’t carbon based. They don’t use vibrations in the air to communicate, they are the antithesis of human.

All except for one thing. God. Human and Voss share a religion. Something no other two species have ever had upon ascension. But when humans first reached the stars the Voss took the believers to a place in space so far from Earth that the light of the sun would not reach it for another billion years.

And it was there that mankind first looked upon god. Man reached out and pressed his hand against the window, and god reached back with his noodly appendage.

A/N: Yes my cousin went into hiding in a cave when the aliens landed.

200 Words.