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Menage Monday 2×05

Writing | Posted by davidludwig
Oct 31 2018

Super Excited to be able to say that I won a Menage Monday challenge! My entry pertains to the Monster Mash entry I did for the blog hop and can be considered to take place after it. Thanks to Cara Michaels for hosting and Ruth Long for judging! There were some good reads this week, so for the other stories and the prompts (Menage Monday always has 3–this time a picture, the phrase “not an option” and the song “I Put A Spell on You”) head over to the challenge page!

2×05 Champ

David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig

For use of prompts and story impact. There was so much STORY packed into these 152 words and the PROMPTS were seamlessly tucked into the action. I found myself wishing there was more to read.

The winning tale:

“Where is the demon?”

Mifuyu woke in darkness, smothered by the stench of burnt flesh and stinging ache of returning to her body with fresh injuries. The last thing she remembered was a knock at the door, and a man’s voice saying ‘room service’. That could have been months ago. She hadn’t been so naïve as to hope she’d awaken in her hotel room, but this situation was definitely worse than usual.

The agent jerked Mifuyu’s head back by the hair. “This doesn’t end until you answer my questions.”

The involuntary medium looked up at her tormentor with resigned eyes. But when she tried to speak she couldn’t make a sound. She couldn’t even open her mouth. Why couldn’t she open her mouth?

BECAUSE YOU’RE MINE.

“You will tell me where the demon is.”

Mifuyu watched the interrogator light a propane torch. The demon was still here. Telling was not an option.

 

I left comments on all of the other entries for the Monster Mash challenge, but even after multiple attempts some never showed up. If someone wants my response to an entry for a flash fiction challenge I participated in, you can be sure I had one–but I guess trouble shooting the comment side of internet posts is enough outside my wheelhouse to call 2 attempts enough.

Monster Mash 2018

Writing | Posted by davidludwig
Oct 17 2018

Okay, I’m going to take a shot at this longer period and higher word-count flash-fiction challenge. If anyone else wants to get in on it check out the details at Laura James’ website.

A Halloween/Monster/Horror related story of 500-750 words inspired by Annie Lennox’s “No More I Love Yous” song. Weighing in at 743 words including the title, I present;

No More

The gilded iron doors to the underground club had been knocked off their hinges into the decadent entryway. Red drapery and dim light masked the spilt blood from sight, but did nothing for the choking stench of violence and fear. It was nothing Aphrodite hadn’t seen before. She pushed her regret at not arriving sooner to the back of her mind.

Her cerulean cane in one hand and trusty pistol braced on top of that, she advanced as quickly as prudence permitted. She was immediately engulfed by agonized groans of the dazed and wounded patrons. Hellish shrieking came from deeper still into the bowels of this temple to sin. The veteran agent only had one target here, but she’d been in the business too long to assume that meant only one threat.

Aphrodite dropped to a knee behind the balcony railing and averted her eyes from a sudden intense blaze. On the dance floor below, an Asian woman—just a little too big for her gore drenched school uniform—had also rolled out of the way of the fiery blast. Even as the club returned to its discreet ambient lighting, the woman’s shadow thrashed around like a crazed animal and the woman gave another unearthly shriek. Mifuyu Shizuka, Aphrodite’s target, was apparently still possessed by the demon the crazed medium had stolen from Aphrodite’s best freelancer.

“Kill you! I’ll kill you!!!” Mifuyu howled as she rushed a buxom Grecian business woman across the dance floor.

The Greek smiled coldly. “This should have been between us. I will make you regret harming my patrons.”

The club owner’s leathery wings spread as she materialized a whip of brilliant flame to drive her assailant back out of range. Aphrodite cursed. Things just got a little too interesting. As shadow and flame clashed cataclysmically below, Aphrodite holstered her side arm and set down her cane. Taking her rifle from her back, she braced it on the railing and debated who to aim it at.

The crazed medium ducked and wove in repeated attempts to outflank her opponent with her autonomous shadow. Eruptions of hellish fire kept the fiendish club owner safe as the battle destroyed the dance floor. With a practiced sigh, the agent squeezed the trigger and ended the fight.

Thirty minutes later paramedics were removing the last of the patrons. Aphrodite sat back to back with the owner in the middle of the shattered dance floor. No wings, horns or tail were evident on the owner anymore—not even any tell where they had come from.

“Thank you,” the owner leaned her head back against Aphrodite’s. “for your help.”

“Hhm…” Aphrodite ran her thumb over the silver ball head of her cane.

“My name is Melantha Karahalios, by the way.”

“I know.”

“Oh… Then it was hard for you deciding who to shoot? I really thank you then.”

“She hurt one of my men. Badly.”

Aphrodite tucked her chin in, and Melantha lowered her head too. There was silence. The dark haired succubus glanced over her shoulder at the platinum blonde human.

“I have been a big fan of your career from the beginning.” Melantha offered.

Aphrodite clenched her jaw, “Then you should have known better than to try to end the world.”

Melantha shrugged with a flourish of her manicured red nails. “That was months ago. Besides, I couldn’t very well get out of it. You know how it is; demons and contracts.”

“You’re still on the list.”

The demon’s wings emerged long enough to pull her to her feet with a single powerful flap. Aphrodite glanced back at where Melantha had made sure to leave her left leg to keep the agent from falling backward.

“Well, thank you for clearing the club first. Shall we dance?” Melantha reached down a hand to help Aphrodite up.

Aphrodite looked at the proffered hand a moment before shaking her head.

“I’m tired.”

The human collected her rifle and slung it back over her shoulder, rising to her feet with the help of her cane. Her succubus companion tittered happily with a gesture to the backlit bar up the stairs.

“In that case, can I buy you a drink?”

Aphrodite felt a twinge of longing for her fast living hard drinking youth.

“Maybe… tea.”

She would carry on as she always had another day. For now, she would indulge a well earned respite. The two women ascended the stairs together, sisters for an ephemeral moment.