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On Holiday

I can only turn my abilities down, I can’t shut it off. So during my time as a “regular human”, I’ll still be able to cause death but it won’t be so potent. It’s still nice to get out there and enjoy the living. They’re such facinating creatures. 

I met a boy who was a great tee-ball player. Destined to make it to the big leagues. He had a wild imagination and loved frogs. Had he not hugged me after buying one of his fundraising cards, he might have lived to be some wild scientist Major league baseball star. But he did hug me, and that’s when his white blood cells began multiplying. He got a few good years left, but they didn’t find out that he had lukimia until it was darn well too late. My boss said not to feel the blame, and I usually don’t when a human touches me on their own free will, but I really thought this little boy was special.

This other time I met a homeless man. He was depressed, obviously, but I could feel it from a block away. He had lost everything after his wife left him for a rich man. His children wouldn’t speak to him anymore, his friends nearly forgot about him, and he lost his job over a simple miss calculation error. He struggled for years. I had a conversation with him and knew the best solution for him. I touched his cheek and handed him a ten dollar bill. The next day he had a heart attack right there on the sidewalk of a big hamburger chain. My boss sent me a congratulations once the man got to heaven, he was much happier there.

I treat this like a vacation, but occasionally the boss will send me instructions. I can’t always control what the human is inflicted with however. Once I was told about a very bad man. He had only raped his ex-girlfriend at the time I caught up to him. We were at a grocery store and I bumped into him, making sure to touch his arm with my hand. It was two more rapes and five murders before the police figured him out and the judge sentenced him to death row. If I had a choice, I would have done more right there in the grocery store. There are rules against that, especially when I’m taking these vacations.

I get a month each year to go amongst the living. And just like any American vacation, I’m always happy to come back to work.

Once, I was walking by a crime scene. There wasn’t anyone near by that I could tell, but the house was all roped off with caution tape. I hadn’t heard about this case, since while I am away some of the others that I work with handle big murders. I was minding my own business trying to get to the ice cream truck on the other street when a dog came running from behind the roped off house. A beautiful German Shepherd with a vest on. The embroidery said “cadaver team.” Oh no, what he was running to was me. I jumped into a tree, I didn’t want to end up touching the dog that would bring more suspicion than necessary. His handler, a nice looking middle aged police officer came running. He apologized, but still wanted to ask me some questions. It’s not often that his partner sees any actual dead humans, and maybe he was just smelling old chicken from a dinner I had, but he needed to make sure. I gave him my credentials and came up with excuses of why I was even in this neighborhood. The dog was still curious about myself. It was a good half hour, my ice cream truck moved on, of just talking with the gentleman. He unprofessionaly gave me his number, and went back to the house. It’s moments like that that I wished some times I could be full human, but I do really love what I do.

Next week I start my time off for the new year. I haven’t decided yet where I am going this time and only have a few days to do so. I have already given my paperwork to the boss so that he can find a suitable replacement while I’m gone, and my bag is already packed. I’m excited for the new adventure, and hope this time there are no accidents. 

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Flash Fiction: Ever Rest

“Mr. Johnson, we have some news for you regarding your son.”
“What news could you possibly tell me?”
“Well we found his body sir.”
“I know where his body is. The patrol told me about that three years ago.”
“Uh there’s a, there’s been a development.”
“He went to Mount Everest. They said he went off the trail.”
“Another climber, uh.. found him, sir.”
“Okay. Thanks. You going to give me coordinates or something? I don’t know how many times I’ve been told its too dangerous to go get him.”
“No, Mr. Johnson.”
“Then what the hell you calling me for?”
“The other climber, sir.”
“Did he survive? Good for him. Can I go now?”
“He did survive, thanks to your son.”
“He ran out of supplies.”
“Yes.”
“Then what could this climber possibly have taken?”
“Well Mr. Johnson. The climber…he… he ate your son.”


Blog December Five

Long absence from wordpress can only mean one thing… I haven’t been writing. My official NaNoWriMo word count was only just above 11000 words. Most I’ve ever written, but not enough to win. I’ll go back and write more someday, I feel like it could be a good novel with some work.

Nothing else new to report I guess. No job prospects or anything. Guess I’ll be stuck in shipping forever and ever. I’ve had a terrible cold for over a week now which is unusual for me. Slightly worried it might be bronchitis since that is what my dad had over Thanksgiving. If it gets any worse than today, I’ll probably have to go see a doctor.

Today I had to say goodbye to my 18 1/2 year old cat tonight, long distance of course. When I moved into my apartment over a year ago, I felt it might be too much on her to take her with. When I was home for thanksgiving I knew she wasn’t doing to well and I knew it would be any day now, just hoped I’d be able to be there with her.

So I guess things aren’t all that good at the moment. They get better right?


Life After Death

I was on my way to the party when Margo called me.
“Hey gurl!”
“What up?” I asked
“You coming to the party?”
“Yeah yeah, on my way.”
“What the hell you answering the phone for??”
“Why are you calling me when you think I might be on my way to the party?” There was silence on the line. “I thought so. I’ll be there soon. Love ya!”
“Good, just hurry, Jacob is here!” She hung up her line. I continued to drive.

I arrived on Margo’s street and struggled to find a parking space. I was super excited to finally get a chance to hang out with Jacob. We had talked a little in class everyday and I felt like he was the perfect man for me.

-Three Days Later-

“Hey Margo, thanks for being such a good friend to Niccole. It really means a lot to me that you’re helping with all of the arrangements.” I could see my mother sitting in the living room on the phone with Margo.
“No problem, she was a great friend to me I just wish she hadn’t gotten into that accident. We were all pretty devastated by the news. I’m so sorry Ms. B.”
“Not your fault Margo, she did everything she could to avoid the pile up on the highway the police said.”
“Did they say what happened to the drunk driver who caused it?”
“Minor bruises I think..” Just then my mother coked up and couldn’t say anymore.
“Oh. Uh. I’ll be over this afternoon when class gets out to help you out with paperwork.” Margo hung up the phone and my mother sat there in tears.

-Two Days Later-

“Niccole, hunny you’ve got to pay attention.” I looked up. Stark white room with all white furniture and a lady sitting in a light blue skirt and white shirt.
“Sorry, just thinking”
“Life on Earth is pretty great, I almost remember it sometimes. You’ll have plenty of time to reminisce about it later. They aren’t sending you to the workforce like they did to me.”
“Where are they sending me?”
“You lucky gal, get to spend your next lifetime with your soulmate.”
“Jacob is here too? But he wasn’t at the party like I was…he never showed up.”
“Jacob? Let me look in your file.” The lady made a perfect secretary as she pulled out the manila envelope. She looked at what seemed to be a blank page. “Ha ha no dear. He wasn’t at the party.” She laughed as if she knew I had the biggest crush on him. She read further, the look of laughter fell from her face. “Oh my. Well, he wasn’t at the party, but he was a part of your crash.”
“Oh my god, is he okay? Did he die like me? Where is he? Is he my soul mate??”
“He was the one who caused it.”
“But they said it was a drunk driver…”
“Yup. Well no more use talking about it now. You’re about to meet your soul mate. Your one true love.”
“Why didn’t you get to meet yours”
“I already had him on Earth. When you die, you have some options. Well so to say… you don’t get to choose them, but there’s paths to take. The ones who lived a great life and were noble to the people get to be a part of the Great Table of the Angels. The ones who led a terrible life go to the guy downstairs and spend their time doing chores until they’ve made up for lost time. Then you have the ones in the middle like you and I. I led a great life in the waking world but wasn’t a noble peace prize winner or anything. So they put me in an area that I excelled at. You didn’t even finish college yet. You’re young and still could have led a great life, so you’re getting a second chance. You’re meeting your soulmate. The person you were meant to be with forever.” She looks down at the file with the blank page. “Lucky for you, he too has past on. Some people have to wait years.”
“Oh wow… so how does this work? We meet and float around in heaven.. or… what?”
She chuckles. “Not quite. Beyond the gates is a world like the one on Earth. Though it has everything you want in it. Everything you dreamed about is now obtainable. There is no money involved because that was just a silly invention anyway. Simply think what you wish for and it appears. Not always instantaneously, but it will be there. When you meet your soulmate you’ll have the chance to go on some dates and get to know each other. You’ll probably create a house together get a dog and so on. It’s pretty easy. So that’s about all I have for you. Just enter through those gates and he’ll be right there waiting for you.” She gestures to the left where appears big golden gates. I stand up and walk towards them as they open.
“Wait, I…” I turn back and everything that was there, including the lady is now gone. So I turn back towards the gates and step through.
There’s a big blue sky with bright green grass and trees for as far as I can see.
“Hey, Niccole!” I hear a young voice from behind one of the trees. I walk towards it.
“Uh, hello?” Out steps a little boy about ten years old. “Wayne?”
“Yup, it’s me!”
“You’re my soulmate?” I knew Wayne in elementary school. He was a few years older than me, and died in a car crash. I had a crush on him and was saddened by the news even though I was so young.
“I’m just as shocked as you!”
“But…I’m nineteen.. how is this going to work?”
“No you’re not.” Wayne says with a smile on his face. He pulls out a mirror and shows me.
“I’m young again!”
“You must be starting over from where we first met.”
“Woah, so what now?”
“We live the rest of our afterlife together.” Wayne takes a hold of my hand and we start walking through the trees.


My Arm

It took them about a week after my death before they found my arm hidden in the rocks by the levee. A group of teenagers found it around midnight on a Friday night when one of the girls had lost her earring. That was about two weeks after I was supposed to leave for my trip, or so my family had thought. The last time I saw them I was getting onto a bus with all my photography gear. My plan was to travel around the country taking pictures of anything and everything. I told my family there would be little contact for the whole month; I just wanted my creative vision to flow. I saved money for a year so on my journey there would be nothing to worry about. I intended to stay in cheap motels, travel using only public forms of transportation, with a goal of arriving in California. Once I arrived in California I would take the money I set aside for a plane ticket and fly home.
The teenagers waited until the morning to call the police at the risk of being caught after curfew. The police blocked off the entire levee and bike path leading up to it to search the area for the rest of my body. They didn’t know what I did, that it was several parts scattered around the quint city area. I was places in all of my favorite places to visit or hang out. If the police had figured that out they would have known it was someone close to me that killed me and they would have found the person. However, they were clueless. They weren’t even sure whom the arm belonged to since there weren’t many identifying marks. That was until one of the coroners found the scar on my thumb.
It was about six years ago that I attended an event at an outdoor ropes course. There was one obstacle about fifteen feet in the air called a pirates walk. A line ran from one telephone pole to the other with two lines overlapping in the middle. The object was to get from pole to pole, the obstacle being that one had to successfully step over the cross without using hands. I had mastered the task and ready to come down to the ground to let someone else in my group try. Sitting in my harness, the facilitator motioned for me to come down and shouted out to not touch the ropes. Unfortunately, I was skittish being that high in the air and I touched the ropes for more support. Once I was on the ground, one of my group members noticed the blood streaming down my hand. I had a big gash in my thumb from touching the rope.
The picture of my hand with the scar on my thumb was posted all over the news and in papers. It was a week after they found my arm, that my little brother finally noticed the scar. Suddenly police were constantly around my house. They questioned everyone in the immediate family but never got any suspects.
A month after they found my arm, my mother was reviewing the reports she begged the police for. Sipping the lemonade on the front porch she came across the word Levee.
“Oh my…” She ran to the phone and called the police. “The levee, she hung out at the levee.”
“Ma’am we searched the area, there was nothing else to be found. Not a single clue.”
“Because you only searched one place.”
“No ma’am, like I said…we searched that entire area.”
“I have a list of all the places she liked to go.”
Within the hour the police had search teams in all my favorite places. My other arm was hidden under a balcony concealed in the side of a cliff in the state forest park. Both of my legs were found in some bushes near the local skate park.
Eventually all the pieces were put together. The investigators finally realized it must have been someone I was close to and went over all the reports in the people I knew. After not finding any leads they went to all of the people and interviewed them again. The investigators put together some facts. I had left on the bus ride to whatever destination I decided to stop at, which was unknown. My parents had gone about their lives going to work and tending to the garden. My brother who had his summers free sat around the house playing video games. My boyfriend had seen me off at the bus stop and then started his new job the next day. My best friend had left a few days before me to a backpacking trip around Europe. The body parts were pieced together and it was determined that the cause of death was strangulation. The time of death was only an hour after I had left the bus stop.
The investigators broadened their search to an hour radius. That is when they found my back pack in the lost and found at a truck stop about half an hour outside the city. The news was shocking. The city, my friends, and my family were all heartbroken that I had never really begun my journey.
It was two months after they found my arm that they held my funeral services. My boyfriend stood up to give a eulogy.
“I loved her. Given the chance, we would have been together forever. She was my best friend and I would have done everything for her.” He was nervous and his eye twitched. That is when my mother stood up, sobbing. She had realized something. He didn’t leave when she and my father left the bus stop. He said he had something else to do. He was stunned when she called about my arm, but not upset. He hadn’t come over to the house after the news for comfort.
“Why? Why did you…” My mother’s words broke into more sobs. My father held her arms. The investigators who were standing near the back of the funeral home perked up. They were there to hopefully find someone who looked suspicious. My boyfriend chuckled and stepped around the podium next to my closed casket.
“I wanted to.”