BAD GUYS IN THE NIGHT… short fiction

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When the monsters came I was not prepared.  Even my granddaughter had the right idea when she told her mommy, “When the bad guys come in the night, I will punch them!”  Yeah, I should have heeded the three-year old’s advice.

Too late!  I didn’t turn on the light when I reached under the bed and the monster got me!  So much for being brave.  My only salvation is that I screamed like a woman (not an attractive sound for a man in his mid-50’s), and my wife jumped out of bed and turned on the light.

“What the heck is going on?” she queried.  “Umm… I… umm… I thought I was being grabbed by a monster under the bed!” I managed to squeak out.  “Bad guys in the night?  Buahahahahaha!  Get in this bed and go to sleep!  I have a long day tomorrow.”

Needless to say, after a few minutes, the bed was giggling from the laughter that was unsuccessfully, under great attempts to be quelled.  You know what I mean!

No, it was not a good night for sleep!  Maybe tonight!

The Lost Hilt of the Scabbard of Kaliespis… Part 2

THE LOST HILT OF THE SCABBARD OF KALIESPIS

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Part 2

Suddenly, darkness fell and Mika feared for his life.  He felt as if the whole of the world had encompassed him.  In his panic, he held tight to what he thought could only be the Lost Hilt of the Scabbard of Kaliespis.

The day was bright and sunny with a subtle breeze that did little to cool the sweat forming on the faces that stood solemnly staring.  A voice was droning on but the old man wasn’t really comprehending what he was hearing.  To his left were two figures that were shaking and sniffing. 

Reaching out the old man placed a hand on top of the small coffin wherein lay his precious, grandson.  As tears formed, welled and dropped heavily from his eyes he said a silent prayer.

“God’s speed my dear, sweet grandson!  I hope you found what you were searching for.  I’ll be with you before you know it, and we can continue our adventures… I love you, Mika!”

Mika had not returned that day.  His small body was found beneath a ton of earth where one side of the gully had caved in.  He was sitting upright clutching a lump of clay against his chest while his other hand lay at his side grasping a stick. 

THE END

The Lost Hilt of the Scabbard of Kaliespis… Part 1

THE LOST HILT OF THE SCABBARD OF KALIESPIS

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Legend tells the story of a great warrior of days gone by.  Stories passed down through generations, now, are only stories.  Some call them pure fiction based on wild imagination when winters were long and indoor activities were few.  However, others believe they are based on truth.  Such is the case of the Lost Hilt of the Scabbard of Kaliespis.

Mika sat mesmerized as his grandfather recounted the story of the Lost Hilt.  In his mind, he could picture the sword fights and the blood, decapitations, and thrusts from the infamous weapon as it sliced and diced through the enemy of the Kaliespis tribe of Shear.  

Mika loved the sound of his grandfather’s deep, melancholic voice.  He was always disappointed to wake up the next morning having fallen asleep during the story.  Though he knew the story well he never tired of it.

Now, Mika, an over-enthusiastic young lad of 11 years, would often play down in the gully near his home and pretend he was one of the warriors of the Kaliespis tribe of Shear.  With the perfect stick in hand, he would thoroughly thrash the bushes and trees with his overwhelming skills in swordsmanship.  In his mind, he too one day would wield the infamous sword.

On such a day as this Mika was tired after an intensely fought battle.  Against the shaded, shear bank of clay that made up one wall of the gully, Mika sought his rest.  He found that if he dug out some of the walls that the clay was cool and comforting.  This was especially attractive after annihilating and dismembering so many of his dreaded foe on this hot summer day.

As he leaned back against the wall he was aware of a distinct discomfort pressing rather obtusely upon his left shoulder.  He turned and with some effort, he managed to dig out the offending clay-encrusted clump, using his trusty sword (stick), and lay it down before him.  “What the heck is this?” he wondered aloud.  Poking and picking away the clay Mika gasped at what he held in his hands.  Running down to the very bottom of the gully Mika found a small puddle of water left over from the last rain.  He thrust his prize into the water and feverishly rubbed it clean.  Holding it up in front of him he exclaimed, “no way!”

To Be Continued

SENSE OF HUMOR… a short story

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As he walked the halls

Waiting for her return

He relives their lives together.

High school sweethearts

Falling in love and getting

Married straight out of school.

The children have grown up

And started families of their own.

Grandparents?

How did that happen?

It seems like yesterday,

But it was a long time ago.

Here she is.

Finally!

“Goodnight, my love!

Sweet dreams!

I will wait for you

Hereon the other side.

You’re going to love it here.

God has a great sense of humor!”

JUST WAIT

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“Just wait!  It’ll come any minute now.” 

“Yeah!  Sure, it will!  Just like it was going to last night.”

Kellen was determined not to give up because he believed.  He had to believe.  Nothing else in his life ever worked out, but this time he could feel it in his bones.  It was coming – tonight.

Brock, on the other hand, didn’t want to stand around all night.  He only agreed to come with Kellen because his girlfriend was sick.  Otherwise, he would be out with her.

“Nothing’s coming!”

Kellen stammered, “Oh my God!”

REVELATION… faith

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I heard the words, “STOP NOW!”

It wasn’t so much an audible voice as much as it was a tangible voice inside my head.

“God?” I said aloud, “I am here, and I am listening.”

There was a silence that lasted for what seemed minutes.  The hairs on my neck began to stand on end as I felt the inevitable getting closer.  His voice was about to penetrate again.  In the anticipation of this, I took a deep breath. 

“My son,” said He.  “My plans for you are the very plans you know in your heart.  Slow down, and listen to your heart.  In this, you will be listening to me.”

I then fell to my knees with tears freely flowing and said to my Lord and Savior, “I am yours, Lord.  Your will be done in me and through me.  I will listen to my heart.”