Prom Fail

A handsome, well-dressed young man sipped slowly on what was his twelveth glass of punch. He knew that it has been spiked with the strongest vodka he had ever tasted, but he didn’t care. Going to the prom wasn’t his thing but his parents made him go anyway. “It’s something that you’ll remember for the rest of your life,” his mother said when he told her that he wasn’t planning on going. The DJ made another boring comment about another cheesy prom song and he sighed to himself, wishing that he could just go home.

Suddenly, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. It was the girl that he had a huge crush on but never got the courage to confess his feelings. She was standing off to the side of the dancefloor, her fingers twirling her long, brown hair. Taking a deep breath, he decided that he would go talk to her. Holding his head high, he walked confidently across the dancefloor as the DJ announced a song by Bryan Adams. Pulling on the lapels of his navy blue tux, he sidled up to the girl of his dreams, accidentally spilling some of the punch onto her pristine lilac dress.

“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry!” He exclaimed while attempting to clean up the stain. “That’s okay, accidents happen,” she said with a polite smile. “Could you do me a favour?” He stopped his actions and looked at her with hopeful eyes. “Sure, what is it?” She gave him a toothy smile and said, “Can you get your hand off of my breasts?” He then looked down and saw that his hand was cupping her left breast. He took his hand off like he was being scalded and felt his face heat up. “Sorry,” he said, avoiding her gaze. He then turned to leave when a wave of dizziness washed over him, causing him to drop his cup of punch and fell onto the wooden floor hard.

When he woke up, he was greeted by the relieved expressions of his family. His mother held his hand as he slowly opened his eyes. “Hey, look who’s finally awake,” she said with a watery smile. “You gave your mother and me quite the scare, young man,” his father said. The young man groaned as the events from the prom rushed to the forefront of his injured mind. “Are you alright? Do you need me to go get the doctor?” His mother asked worriedly. “I’m fine, Mom,” he said, giving his mother a small smile of reassurance. Though he knew deep down that he’ll never be fine again. He would need to move somewhere far away from here if he wants to forget about what happened.

50 Years Later…

He sat on the porch of his quaint little house, watching his beautiful grandchildren play in the front yard. His wife then came out, two glasses of iced tea in her hands. She handed him a glass before sitting down next to him, gazing lovingly at the little ones running around in the yard. “I can’t believe that you actually fell for me that night.” She said, giving her husband a humorous glance. “Haha, very funny,” he retorted. “Maybe you should think about getting your own sitcom.” His wife rolled her eyes at her husband’s flippant comment as she took a sip of her iced tea, listening to Everything I Do by Bryan Adams on the Google Home Mini.

Hell on Earth

There was destruction everywhere, like a child leaving their toys all over the living room carpet. Fires broke out from gas leaks and electrical failures, engulfing houses and buildings in a cocoon of bright orange flame. The omen was right. Hell has come to Earth.

24 Hours Ago…

It’s been months after Lucy had returned to Hell to keep the demons from starting another coup. Detective Stanton took a couple of days off work to get over the fact that the woman he loves is gone forever. He had hoped that the former Lightbringer will come back after she had gotten things under control, but Lucy said to him once that time runs differently in Hell than it does on Earth. “One day on Earth can mean a couple of millennia in Hell,” she had said when they were on a stakeout. The homicide detective still solved a lot of cases for the LVPD, but the process was not as fast when Lucy was there to help.

“Hey, Stanton! We got another case!” One of the uniformed officers said, putting a stack of folders on the aforementioned detective’s desk. “What is it?” Detective Stanton asked, picking up one of the folders and flipping through it. “A series of strange events have been happening around the city. People were all normal one minute and the next, they’re acting like zombies only that they aren’t after human brains.” The officer said, putting his hands on his waist.

“Some say that there’s a pandemic going around but there’s no scientific evidence that that is the case.” Detective Stanton said as he looked through the file. The other officer let out a huff and said, “Well if there is some sort of pandemic that turns people into zombies or whathaveyou, I bet that they would be freaking out instead of being nonchalant about it.” The detective said nothing as he closed the file that he was reading and picked up another one, searching for any possible leads.

Just then, someone barged into the precinct and began yelling incoherent words. A group of officers gathered to try and stop the individual from causing harm as the latter continued to rave. “Demons! So many demons!” He screamed over and over, pointing a shaking finger at the door where he barged in from. Detective Stanton then made his way outside and the scene that greeted him shook him to the core.

Demons of all sizes ran amok in the streets of Las Vegas, causing havoc wherever they went. His gaze then fell upon the one person that he thought that he would never see again, but he barely recognized her. Her hazelnut brown eyes were blazing red with Hellfire and her smooth skin is blood red and burnt. The white angel wings were replaced with dark red bat wings, completing her Devil form. “Oh no, Lucy,” he breathed. “What have you done?”

The Walk Down the Pier

She walked down the pier at dawn and dusk, her dark brown hair flowing in the gentle ocean breeze. The smell of the sea in the air and the crashing waves made her forget about the problems that occupied her restless mind. Yet worry is what’s at the forefront of it. Letting out a sigh, she stood at the edge of the pier, awaiting the arrival of dawn. The first rays of the rising sun shined upon her face, slightly warming the deepest, darkest parts of her soul.

Looking down at her hands, she brushed her thumb across the midnight blue sea glass that her daughter had given her before she journeyed to the surface. A sob escaped as she whispered, “I miss you so much.” She then held the sea glass close to her heart before throwing it into the water, creating small ripples from the impact. Sinking down onto her knees, she cried until she had no more tears left to shed.

Suddenly, she heard a thud as her sobs quieted down. Opening her eyes, she saw that it was the sea glass that she had thrown into the ocean. Raising her head, she noticed that there was something, or someone, in the water. Two tails, one big and one small. She gasped as she recognized the tails instantly. They belonged to her husband and daughter. 

They’re waiting for me, she thought, wiping the tears away with the back of her hand. A watery grin graced her lips as she stared at them with love and longing. If she remains on land, she’ll continue to worry. To fear for her husband and child for what the humans will do if they should discover them. She knows she will die of a broken heart if any harm were to come to them. She debated with herself as one question echoed over and over in her mind, why stay when she could be with her family?

Decision made, she turned and walked back in the direction that she came, stopping short just halfway. Then, she whirled around and broke off at a run and leapt over the edge of the pier. As she hit the water, a glorious transformation took place. Her legs and feet turned back into the dark purple tail that was taken from her when she made a deal with a sorcerer to keep her family safe. She weaves through the water with practised ease as she swam toward her family, a brilliant smile on her beautiful features.

“Mommy!” Her little one cried as she swam at top speed toward her mother. “Zarie,” she murmured, her chin on top of her short, ink black hair. How she missed her precious baby! Her father then swam up to them, their eyes met over their daughter’s head. “Hey, you’re not the only one who misses Mommy,” he chastised gently. The little girl rolled her eyes at her Dad and said, “I know, Daddy, you miss her too.” The father chuckled as he reached for his wife’s hand and said, “Let’s all go home.” 

Detention Slip

I was sitting in the living room watching the latest episode of my favourite crime drama when I heard the front door open. My eldest son came into the house, a pensive expression on his countenance. “Hey, Coltin,” I greeted as my son closed the door behind him. “What’s the matter?” I asked as I grabbed the remote and turned off the TV. “Hey, Mom,” Coltin replied. “I need you to sign something for me.” He then placed a piece of paper on the coffee table and bowed his head like he does when he had done something wrong.

I picked up the paper and realized what it was. “A detention slip,” I said after a moment’s silence. “Do you want to tell me what it is that you did?” I asked gently, keeping my anger at bay. When Coltin wouldn’t answer I took a breath and said, “You’ve never gotten one of these since you started high school. Why now?” His response was so quiet, I had to lean forward just to make out what he said.“What did you say?” I asked. Coltin shuffled his feet and said, “I said ‘I’m sorry for what I did, it won’t happen again.’.” Letting out a sigh, I stood up from the couch and enveloped my little boy in my arms. “I know that it won’t but I still want to know what happened,” I said, releasing him from my embrace.

My son stared at me for a good five minutes, weighing out the pros and cons as to whether or not telling me the truth is a good idea. Finally, he took a deep breath and began his tale.“There’s this guy at school that keeps picking on this girl. He taunts her every chance he gets and I know that she doesn’t take his words to heart but I can’t just let him say those things to her. So the next time he bullied her, I confronted him and told him that a lady deserves to be treated with respect. I also kind of punched him in the face and gave him a black eye.” He finished, casting his eyes downward.

I opened my mouth to lecture him on using violence to solve problems but I closed it again. Instead, I said, “You should’ve told one of the teachers.” Coltin huffed and replied, “That never works, Mom! You don’t know what he’s like! As soon as the teacher shows up, he would turn on the charm and act like he hasn’t done anything wrong.” I frowned at this and asked, “Do they believe him?” Coltin sighed and nodded. “Are you mad at me for doing what I did?” He asked in a child-like tone. Logically, I should be mad at him since getting into fights is not something that I condone.

“I’m not mad at you, Coltin,” I said finally. “You did the right thing standing up for that girl. Although this doesn’t give you the excuse to let your fists do the talking.” Relieved that I wasn’t going to ground him for life, Coltin apologized again and let a smile appear on his face. I put a hand on his shoulder and said, “Just don’t go making a thing of it, alright? If you see him picking on that girl or anyone else, you tell a teacher and do your darnedest to convince them that he is in the wrong. No more fighting, are we clear?” Coltin nodded in agreement as I took the detention slip and signed it before giving it back to my son. Taking the slip from me, Coltin hugged me and said, “Thanks, Mom.” I smiled and said, “You’re welcome, honey, but if you ever get a detention slip again, I will not hesitate to ground you for life.”

Weekend Smile

I watched her skip along the path that meandered between the trees alongside the lake. Her eyes darted curiously from the tall, looming branches to the green algae on the surface of the water. She picked up a few small flowers and showed them to me like newfound treasures. Everything was new in her adolescent world as she wandered about on her small legs. l sighed as I mused about the time where l had once been that small, that curious, that young.

“Sweetie! Watch where you’re going! You don’t want to fall into the water!” I called out, startling my little girl in the process. She turned around and looked at me with wide and innocent eyes as my words drifted into her ears. “Okay, Mommy! I’ll be careful!” She yelled back before taking off like the little Energizer Bunny that she is. A smile appeared on my face as I watched my little angel explore the world around her, silently promising to always be there for her when she needs me.

The sky then began to darken as clouds gathered, covering up the bright light of the sun. I had a sinking feeling that the weather is about to turn so I picked up my pace and caught up to my daughter who had stopped to observe a family of ducks swimming in the lake. “Honey, it’s going to start raining soon, let’s go home.” I could feel the disappointment in my little girl’s eyes as she looked up at me. “Could we stay for five more minutes?” She asked, giving me her best puppy dog look.

I half-wanted to give in to her request but decided against it. I then bent down to her level and reasoned with her. “As much as I want to say “yes”, we can’t. The sun is gone and rain will come down from the clouds. We have to go home or else we will catch a cold, you don’t want that now do you?” My daughter shook her head after a moment and put her little hand in mine as we journeyed homeward.

When we got there, she gazed up at me while I took the keys from my jacket pocket. “Can we go back to the lake next weekend?” I turned to look at my precious baby and said, “Of course we can. We’ll even pack a picnic lunch and make ice-cream sandwiches.” An excited squeal left my little girl’s lips as she hugged my leg. “Thank you, Mommy.” She said happily. “You’re welcome, sweetie,” I replied, letting another weekend smile appear on my face.