Yesterday My Forehead Had the Number Nine on It, Today it is Eight

Timed writing prompt.

I am not crazy. I am not crazy. I am not crazy!

My eyes are closed and I’m doing deep breathing exercises and trying to calm my mind. This is not happening. Breathe in. Yesterday was just a bad dream. Breathe out. I open my eyes. The number eight is still drawn on my forehead as if in ash. Yesterday the number was nine. No it wasn’t. I turn on the tap and fill my hands with water and splash it on my face over and over. First it’s cold, but soon it is hotter than I can stand and I have to stop and turn it colder.

I take the nubbin of soap and work up a thick, white lather in my hands then press them to my dripping forehead and scrub and scrub and scrub. Minutes, pass. My face feels raw. I stop and rinse my face again and again and again. Finally, I turn the water off and glance up at the glass. My face stares back at me, the smeary grey number unchanged. I press my palms against my eyes until I see flashes of light in the darkness. When I take my hands away and blink until the afterimages fade, the eight is still there.

Only it’s not. Of course it’s not. It wouldn’t make any sense if it was. It didn’t make sense yesterday and it doesn’t make sense today.

“I am not crazy!” I scream at the mirror.

“I am not crazy!” the mirror screams back.

Chairs and Pears, Pairs of Gears, People Upstairs

One of our weekly writing prompts.

Granny’s house is a strange place. The main floor seems normal. There’s a rocking chair in the living room with an orange and gold afghan draped over the back and a sofa that has ugly flowered upholstery. The kitchen is tiny and there is always a bowl of yellow pears in the middle of the miniature table. Her bedroom is also on the main floor and not too interesting except for the cuckoo clock on the wall that ticks and grinds and makes all sorts of noises, and then on the hour, the little wooden cuckoo explodes through the painted doors and screeches its mechanical coo.

But these are the normal things. It’s the people who live upstairs who are strange. The first thing that’s strange about them is that Granny tells me they aren’t there even though she has pictures of them in frames on the mantel. The second thing that’s strange about them is that they never seem to sleep. When I visit Granny I sleep in a bed upstairs, but even when I wake up in the middle of the night the people are awake and staring. They don’t talk much, the people upstairs. That is the third strange thing about them. When they do speak their lips don’t move. I think that is also strange.

There’s also a cuckoo clock upstairs, but there are two cuckoos in it, one is white and one is black. The white one cuckoos on the hour, but the other only cuckoos when someone dies, like when cousin Emma was sleep walking and fell down the stairs. I only heard it cuckoo then.

A Demonstration of Good Faith

Warning: Some gore.

Part 2 of a 3 part prompt.

“It’s fine, it’s fine, we just need a few more minutes.” Simon appeared way to calm for the situation.

“What am I supposed to do for a few more minutes?” Katrina threw her arms wide for emphasis.

Simon glanced around and then plucked up the blood spattered top hot. Wiping it off with the cast-offs from the “never-ending handkerchief”, he handed it to Katrina. “Magic.”

Reluctantly, she took the black hat. It was heavy, like it was filled with lead, and immediately she had to put a hand under it to keep the brim from slipping out of her grasp. “What the hell do you mean magic? I’m a stage hand, not a magician!”

I Had Their Scent, It was Hard to Describe

Warning: Mild grotesque horror

Part 3 of 4 of a multi part prompt dealing with the senses.

I’m not some two bit tracker. I don’t put an ear to the ground and tell you that someone passed this way ‘not but an hour ago’. I’ve been blessed…or cursed. Depends on how you look at it, though today there was only one way to look at it. The creatures we were trailing were about as foul a thing as I had yet encountered. I had their scent to be sure, but it was hard to describe: rotten blood sausage, three day old standing sewage from a dysentery camp, a microwaved Chihuahua? Never before had my sensitive nose had to withstand such ongoing offenses.

“Yeah, they came this way.”

The hunter grunted. “Didn’t really need you to tell me that.”

We were standing over remains, though of what unfortunate animal, there wasn’t enough left intact to say.
“Sure, but I can also say that they stopped here about an hour ago and are heading southeast at approximately 12 miles an hour.”

“How in the crap do you know any of that?”

“Do you really want me to explain it to you or do you want to go kill these things?”

Sounds Became Intense, I Heard Everything

Part 2 of 4 of a multi-part writing prompt dealing with the senses.

Standing in line, waiting to board that infamous ride, all the sounds of the amusement park suddenly sprouted around with a blossoming intensity. I heard everything. I heard a barker at Prize Alley trying to get a young couple to play that game with the squirt guns. I heard the individual scream of a blond on the Gemini as the trains raced over a hill. I heard a child crying for more ice cream at one of the concession stands. But more important, I heard the ride. I heard the creaking of the metal support beams and the chunk of the over-greased gears. I heard a soft whine in the cable that pulled the car up to the top of the tower and the groan of the tower itself as it swayed in the wind. Finally, unmistakably, I heard the bolt shear and go pinging off into the ether as the car plummeted down with no stopping mechanism..

The Person Finally Arrives at Their Destination but is Disappointed or Surprised by What They Find There

Part 3 of 3 of a multi-part prompt in which the heroine attempts to find her own adventure.

I sprinted away from the grinning, stripy, half-cat through the trees, wincing as the pain in my ankle increased exponentially. Finally, unable to run any longer, I stumbled to a stop in a clearing and sat on a felled tree. Elevating my ankle onto the tree, I decided here would be an okay place to rest until I found my adventure. Maybe, my ankle would be better in the morning. A man hiked out of the woods across the clearing from me. He was tall, dark, and handsome. Now this would be okay, I could do with a little prince charming, I thought. He saw me and stopped.

“Oh no, you must get away from here, run!”

“What?”

He doubled over in pain and then fell to the ground. I tiptoed over to him, and heard a growl. It was then that I noticed the large, white full-moon above the trees. And then I noticed sharp teeth.

Nature Abhors a Vacuum: A Murder Mystery (part 35)

A serialized science-fiction mystery created exclusively for this blog! When last we left our heroine, Pip, along with the rest of the captives, had been tossed through the Confluence by the surprisingly helpful Nib. Now, she returns to the world she knows--or at least, some version thereof. This is the last installment. Thanks for reading, everyone!

Marjorie Loft just wanted a quiet evening at home. She'd unplugged the TV, taken the phone off the hook, and locked the dog in the bathroom. She'd finished her daily housekeeping in record time--dishes, laundry, toilet. Her arthritic hands still ached from the effort.

It would be worth the pain, she'd thought at the time, to have an hour or two of sedate nothingness at the end of it all. She wouldn't meditate. She wouldn't unwind with a novel. She would simply sit and stare at the wall. It was an activity Marjorie often indulged in, the appeal of which spoke volumes for her deprived childhood. She was looking forward to indulging in it again.

Then she remembered: next week was her nephew's birthday. With a sigh, she fetched her knitting needles.

She didn't know why she bothered making presents for him. It wasn't as if they got along. He was, quite simply, a dreadful child. He punched cats, threw rocks at cars, and called his parents the N-word. Once he'd gotten Marjorie arrested at the mall.

"Help!" he'd squealed, while Marjorie held fast to his wrist and tried desperately to shush him. "I don't know this person! This person is not my mother! Somebody call the police!"

Nature Abhors a Vacuum: A Murder Mystery (part 34)

Warning: Strong Language, Mature Themes, Graphic Violence

A serialized science-fiction mystery created exclusively for this blog! When last we left our heroine, Pip and company had fought their way to the Confluence with the aid of a severed tentacle. Now, they face a final stand-off against George Lugner and his detachment of pistol-wielding aliens. Not everyone will come out alive...

"Well, George," said Eddie. "It looks like you've got yourself an army."

There was mockery in his voice, but it sounded forced. Standing at the business end of more than a dozen pistols was unnerving. The only encouraging factor was the Nib, who looked equally unnerved. One of them was even sniffling as his body went ashy gray. He had the gun cupped in his tentacle like an apple--a rotten one he was desperate to dispose of.

George Lugner must have seen the bemused look on Pip's face, because he hastened to reassure her: "They can use them. Their ancestors conquered all of Sagittarius with weapons like these." He gave the gray Nib a look that was at once solicitous and threatening. "Didn't they, Kirar'nib?"

"Mm-hmm," said Kirar'nib miserably.

"Nine hundred yearz ago," murmured the green Nib standing beside him. Realizing Lugner had overheard her, she stiffened and immediately backtracked. "Piztolz have been refurbished, zir! Good working order, juzt like you azk."

Nature Abhors a Vacuum: A Murder Mystery (part 33)

Warning: Graphic Violence

A serialized science-fiction mystery created exclusively for this blog! When last we left our heroine, Pip--along with Charles, Masha, and Duncan--had survived the sadistic experiment that claimed her ex-boyfriend's life. Now, having run into Eddie and the rest of her fellow captives, she fights her way to the Confluence.

"Eddie!" said Pip.

"Pip!" said Eddie.

"Eddie!" said Masha.

"Masha!" said Eddie.

"Eddie?" said Charles.

"Who the hell are you?" said Eddie.

"Stop zere!" shouted Lirma'nib, flailing her appendages at Eddie and the Dredmillon's entire human population, which stood huddled behind him. With an instinctive alacrity that would have put a juggler to shame, she snatched at all escapees within her grasp. Eddie leapt aside and the tip of a tentacle brushed his face, leaving a viscous streak across the bridge of her nose. Pip was seized by the neck, Duncan by the waist, Masha by the shoulder. Charles dove at Lirma'nib as if to tackle her and was immediately engulfed by her gelatinous trunk. The Nib wrapped an appendage around each of his legs and pressed him further inward, smothering him against her body.

Nature Abhors a Vacuum: A Murder Mystery (part 32)

Warning: Strong Language, Mature Themes, Graphic Violence

A serialized science-fiction mystery created exclusively for this blog! When last we left our heroine, Pip had found her brother aboard the Dredmillon. Now, Lirma'nib offers to set Duncan free--but only if Pip participates in a sadistic "experiment." Note: I included the "Mature Themes" and "Graphic Violence" warnings to be safe. I don't think anything in here is too terribly explicit. It might, however, be a little disturbing.

"You know zizz perzon, yez?" Lirma'nib openly drank in Pip's astonishment: the widening of her eyes, the clenching of her fists, the soft "oh" that gusted from her gaping mouth. The alien was studying her reaction with as much care as a scientist bent over a Petri dish. Part of Pip rebelled against the scrutiny, but that part was so quiet as to be almost sub-vocal. Her mind was occupied with other things.

Like the man in front of her, whom she did in fact know. Very well. In the Biblical sense, even. He shuffled across the floor like a zombie in a white shift until he reached Duncan's chair. There he stopped, turned, and raised his head to look at Pip.

Pip gasped again. He did not look well.

"Ron," she said. "What are you doing here?"

Nature Abhors a Vacuum: A Murder Mystery (part 31)

A serialized science-fiction mystery created exclusively for this blog! When last we left our heroine, Pip had confronted a vengeful George Lugner and been reunited with Charles. Now, Charles takes her and Masha to the place where Duncan is being held. What they find when they arrive is not what they expected.

"You have a lot of explaining to do," Pip said as she balanced precariously on the back of a bicycle seat. Charles was standing to give her more room and to apply more force to the pedals, which were difficult to turn beneath the weight of three people. Masha sat on the handlebars, one leg propped on either side of the clip-on flashlight that was their only source of illumination in the darkened corridors of the Dredmillon.

The arrangement was every bit as preposterous as it looked and only marginally faster than walking. Pip had advised Charles to ditch the bike, but he had refused. He'd been glued to it ever since he's found it in the debris catch. It seemed to serve as a security blanket, a token of familiarity amid the absolute weirdness of their surroundings.

Charles nodded. "I know," he panted. "The only question is where to begi-"

THWACK. The bicycle careened into a wall, sending its occupants sprawling.

Nature Abhors a Vacuum: A Murder Mystery (part 30)

A serialized science-fiction mystery created exclusively for this blog! When last we left our heroine, Pip had searched high and low for her brother with little success, hindered by her lack of tentacles and the overly-curious Nib. Now, with the ship on lockdown and Charles on the loose, she confronts a vengeful George Lugner.

"Charlie," Pip said, a half-second before the Nib burst into a frenzy of hushed buzzing. They'd forgotten all about Pip and Masha. Likewise, Pip had forgotten all about them.

"Charlie!" she shouted. "Charlie, we're here!"

She groped in the dark for Masha's hand, catching several tentacles before she finally found it. Then, with a tug that caused Masha to cry out, Pip began dragging her through the crowd. They shoved and jostled amid the sea of viscous bodies. The Nib didn't seem to notice. Perhaps, in light of more interesting developments, they simply didn't care.

Pip broke free of the crowd and started running.

Nature Abhors a Vacuum: A Murder Mystery (part 29)

A serialized science-fiction mystery created exclusively for this blog! When last we left our heroine, Pip had escaped her artificial habitat and caught a glimpse of her brother among the alien horde. Now, she and Masha search for Duncan and for a way home. Things get complicated when the ship goes on lockdown.

Suddenly, the corridor erupted with sound. Shrill semitones pummeled each other, raising such a dissonant clangor that Pip squatted down and covered her ears.

The crowd stilled. Excitement drained from Nib faces like helium from a punctured balloon. Grumbling, they began to shuffle off in different directions.

"Where are you going?" Pip asked them, shouting over the din.

"Work work work," one of them said.

"Work work work," another echoed, gesturing toward a round speaker in the ceiling. "Thizz zound meanzz break over. Now all Nib izz working."

Seconds later, the noise died off and silence fell over a newly abandoned corridor. Pip uncovered her ears and shook her head to stop it ringing.

"You okay?" she asked Masha.

Nature Abhors a Vacuum: A Murder Mystery (part 28)

A serialized science-fiction mystery created exclusively for this blog! When last we left our heroine, Pip had been languishing in the artificial environment provided by her alien captors. Now, she and Masha escape, and Pip catches a brief glimpse of the one person she's been hoping to find.

Pip took the unusual step of announcing her escape before she made it.

"I'm going to escape," she told Eddie while gnawing on a raw potato. She'd temporarily broken her fast, in the interest of building strength for the coming ordeal.

Eddie rolled his eyes. "I could tell you not to bother, but you wouldn't listen. Everyone tries it some time."

"Even you?"

"Especially me." Eddie shook his head. "Four times. And look at me. I'm still here."

Pip spent a few moments considering this. She bit off a mouthful of potato. Chewed thoroughly. Swallowed. "So you don't have any advice," she said.

Nature Abhors a Vacuum: A Murder Mystery (part 27)

Warning: Strong Language

A serialized science-fiction mystery created exclusively for this blog! When last we left our heroine, Pip had pumped Eddie Schulz--the original one--for information about their strange shared home. Now, she befriends the other inmates and struggles not to fall into despair. An escape attempt is pending...

The park inmates--just under a dozen, Pip saw, now that they were gathered together--ambled toward the noise. There was indeed a steel door. It sat in one of the towering white walls like a security gate at a suburban Home Depot. As it rose, it revealed a metal cart flanked by two Nib. The one on the right was larger, firmer, and orange in hue. The one on the left was a mound of gelatinous ecru.

"Hello!" the orange one chirped. "Pleaze to be eating now."

"Pleaze to be eating now," the other echoed in a voice that sounded like an obese man squirming around in a vinyl chair.

They prisoners held out their hands to receive their rations: two uncooked potatoes, a fistful of cabbage, and a strip of jerky. The Nib divvied up the vittles with casual precision, seemingly unconcerned that the steel door was still wide open behind them.

Pip looked at Eddie. "Aren't they worried that someone will make a break for it?" she murmured.

Nature Abhors a Vacuum: A Murder Mystery (part 26)

Warning: Strong Language

A serialized science-fiction mystery created exclusively for this blog! When last we left our heroine, Pip had been stripped, re-clothed, and dumped into an enclosed park aboard the Dredmillon, chief research vessel of the Nib fleet. Now, having run into Eddie Schulz--a man who's supposed to be dead--she pumps him for information about their strange new home.

The dissociative fog fled his eyes in an instant. He looked at Pip like she had just vomited a litter of puppies. Pip felt Hamza tense beside her.

There was a long, still interlude.

"Sorry," Eddie said at last. His voice was creaky with disuse. "Do I know you?"

Then, without warning, he burst out laughing. The sound was bitter, and horrible, and it sent Hamza leaping backward. "I'll see you later," he murmured, giving Pip's shoulder a quick pat. He turned and hurried away. Eddie's laughter chased him across the park.

Pip stood her ground, though she was more than a little disturbed. The cynical lines and rueful contortions of Eddie's face were wrong, were a perversion, did not belong to the Eddie she knew. Her Eddie--she had to think of him as hers, if only to differentiate--had been an innocent. He'd been naive, single-minded, hopelessly dedicated to an organization that would throw him aside at the first sign of trouble. He couldn't help it--not if what Pip had managed to piece together in the last few days was accurate. He'd been created that way.

This Eddie was a different animal entirely. Pip could tell just by looking. He knew things. He'd suffered. He was angry and suspicious and too terribly experienced to believe in anything, let alone a vacuum cleaner company. If he'd ever possessed the other Eddie's wide-eyed faith in authority, it had been crushed out of him decades ago.

She wished he'd stop laughing.

Nature Abhors a Vacuum: A Murder Mystery (part 25)

A serialized science-fiction mystery created exclusively for this blog! When last we left our heroine, Pip had thrown herself into the Confluence and wound up aboard a research vessel floating near the planetoid Haumea. Now, with the help of a business magnate and a bio-luminescent alien, she struggles to figure out just how screwed she actually is. Things are made more confusing when an old friend returns from the dead.

Pip slept again.

When she awoke, the bald man was still there.

"George Lugner," she said. "The owner of the Martell Argus?"

He nodded. "And the Bank of Martell. A bunch of restaurants and bars. Hell, the Martell Police Department, if we're laying out our cards here. But I'm not much involved with my holdings these days." He smiled. "I've left their management to my brother Larry. He takes care of business down there; I take care of business up here."

"And where is 'here?'"

"I told you. The Dredmillon. Chief research vessel of the Nib fleet."

"You say that like it's supposed to mean something to me."

"Not yet, maybe. But it will."

A dark look accompanied his words. Pip shivered.

Nature Abhors a Vacuum: A Murder Mystery (part 24)

A serialized science-fiction mystery created exclusively for this blog! When last we left our heroine, her brother had met an untimely and horrific end. Now, still reeling with shock, Pip casts herself into the Confluence and finds herself transported across the galaxy.

The police arrived twenty minutes later. Neither Pip not Charles knew which of the neighbors had called them. One officer--a rookie, judging by his fresh face and compassionate attitude--turned away from Duncan's remains and immediately vomited. The other--a middle-aged woman with a severe set to her mouth--asked Charles a few perfunctory questions and scribbled the answers in her notebook.

Pip was far outside herself. There were countless miles between her senses and her understanding. She didn't feel, didn't see, didn't hear the officers as they went through their procedures. She remained still and upright only because Charles held her there, gripping her shoulder like a rope tossed from a ship to a drowning castaway.

An ambulance showed up. The EMT's stared at the pile of bones and intestines and scratched their heads. They weren't even sure how to get it all in a body bag. After a few minutes, a neighbor arrived on the scene with a shovel. The female officer took the opportunity to suggest Pip wait inside.

Nature Abhors a Vacuum: A Murder Mystery (part 23)

Warning: Strong Language, Mature Themes, Graphic Violence

A serialized science-fiction mystery created exclusively for this blog! When last we left our heroine, Pip, along with Charles and Duncan, had ventured to the vacant lot by moonlight to discover the secret that Eddie hinted at and gotten shot at for her troubles. Now, following an unproductive debriefing, horrific tragedy strikes.

"Okay," said Pip. "So. Is anyone else thinking the 'U' word, or is it just me?"

"The 'U' word?" said Charles.

"UFO." Pip cast a somber look at her companions. She was serious. She wanted them to know that. "The thing that came out of the sky. That was a UFO, right? Not a weather balloon. Not a Russian satellite."

Charles sighed and ran a hand through his hair. The internal struggle between belief and perception was writ large across his face. "I don't know," he said.

"You do know," said Pip. She struck Duncan's sofa with a fist. "You do know, Charlie. You just don't want to say the word."

Nature Abhors a Vacuum: A Murder Mystery (part 22)

Warning: Strong Language

A serialized science-fiction mystery created exclusively for this blog! When last we left our heroine, Pip had deepened her relationship with Charles by taking him to bed. Now, the two of them plus Duncan venture to the vacant lot by moonlight to discover the secret that Eddie only hinted at and get shot at for their troubles.

In the end, Charles went because Pip went. He'd made various protests: it was technically trespassing, and there was no point now that there was no story, and anyway, maybe the whole "vacant lot" scenario had been a figment of Eddie's disintegrating mind--a cascade of misfiring synapses flowing over fragmentary memories of a dozen conspiracy films. Pip was dismayed that he had come over to Duncan's way of thinking.

"This is about satisfying our curiosity," she argued. "Don't you want to see this to the end? I mean, we've come this far."

She could tell that Charles was burned out. Any curiosity he had was outbalanced by sheer exhaustion. He was ready to be done with the whole thing. And yet, the recent change in their relationship left him unable to deny her. With a sigh that trundled down the telephone line like a heavily medicated elephant, he agreed to meet her at the lot at 10 pm.

He appeared at the promised hour newly shaven and washed, wearing a black button-up shirt with no tie, which was practically casual for him. Pip and Duncan, meanwhile, had dressed themselves like a pair of cat burglars. Duncan had even drawn camouflage splotches on his face with one of Pip's eye pencils. In response to Charles' mumbled greeting, he demanded: "How the hell can you see me?"