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Six Word Story: Winter

Today’s six word challenge that I want to take on with this blog post is by J.I.Rogers. Check him out, great stuff! (https://jirogers-author.com/)


Today’s challenge is Winter.

“So cold… Where is my pullover?”

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Castle guards [Flash fiction]

“All good over there?”, Martin asked Rian. The metal from his boots clacked as he walked over to him. Rian was leaning over the stone wall, looking down to the yard infront of the inner gate of the castle. “Yeah i guess.”. He sighed. “Martin, this is so boring.”, Rian said while tipping with one hand on the other. “Guess it is huh”, Martin responded. “Thats what it means to be a guard right? Stand on duty and wait for things to happen.”. “Guess you are right”, Rian answered, thoughtful looking into the distance. The sun was just setting. “But really, when we trained for this we all thought that things might be so different. So much more exciting. Filled with glory and pride. But now? We are just guarding walls. Nothing good about that.”. Rian sighed. “Dont fret. This is nice too”, Martin answered and encouragingly tapped him on the shoulder. “Atleast we cant get hurt here. Havent you heard the horror stories from those that once fought in the field? Old Mick is missing an arm because of it. Can you imagine missing a arm? I cant.”. He shook his head. “Na Rian, i think this is fine. Id rather be here then fighting for my life out there. Theres also pride in defending your home, wouldnt you agree?”. “I guess”, Rian responded. “But is life really worth living if it is boring? I mean, i dont know for sure, i never fought in a war and i certainly dont want to feel the rush of being close to death, but come on, there must be more to it then just standing around.”. He stood up and grabbed his lance that was leaning on the wall next to him. “Whatever i guess, maybe i will figure it out with time. I got to make the rounds.”. “Sure, go ahead, my shift is over. Gotta get some food. Good luck with your patrol!”, Martin responded and waved Rian goodbye while also grabbing his own lance. It was time to proceed with the usual daily sequence of events.

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Composure [100 word story]

A 100 word story! My first one I believe. Its about my struggles today at work. Pretty much my thoughts during that project meeting we had were everyone started shouting at each other and i just sat there, asking myself why i still do this.


‘Calm down man, its just a meeting. Calm down. Dont get angry, its not worth it. You already know that for a while. I mean, you tried really hard, right? You tried to argue with them. You tried to convince them of that what is right. But they didnt listen. They just do whatever they want to and get angry at you for saying the truth. So ask yourself, is it worth it? Do you really want to stress yourself out once more?

You could just let it happen and let them run into their demise. Wouldnt that be fun?’.

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Flash fiction: A dog’s thoughts

“Thanks owner! I know, im the best dog ever! I will do everything to satisfy you so that you will let me stay with you and that i can be your best friend ever!”.

(“Ha! Atleast until i find out how we dogs can rule the world! I just need to built that super-powerful weapon that gives us dogs superior abilities to squash humans on sight and then, THEN we will make them our best friends! If they want to or not!”.)

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Opinion: I dont like family gatherings

So give me a second to explain for you start rioting because of that title. There are good and solid reasons for me saying that. Probably.
Let me tell you a start first. Why do i write about that right now?
On saturday i was on a birthday. To be exact, it was the birthday of my grandmother. It was her 80th. A great occasion. Living for 80 years is something i want to do as well. There are so many out there who don’t get that far. But that’s not the point here. So we went there. I already saw the signs before that though.
I know my family and birthday parties usually involve something cringy, a lot of waiting, no organisation and planning and chaos. And lots of people from rural parts of Germany that want to talk for hours, i totally forgot about them. What can i say, all of that was there. They didn’t leave out anything at all. We didn’t drive directly to the restaurant where my grandma wanted to celebrate, nope. Before that we just had to gather at her house. My aunt lives there as well. And as all 50 people gathered there in their garden that was way too small for everyone and the heat melted us all everyone already started talking. Because what can you do except for that at family gatherings?
After like 30 minutes of waiting there we finally decided to go to the restaurant. Not everyone had arrived until then, but stuff cant wait forever when you tell the restaurant to be there at a certain time. When we got there though we had to wait again. It is common practice over here to have champagne reception for special events like big birthdays, marriages or something like that. So they did that. At 30-35 degrees celsius. And it lasted like nearly 2 hours. So much fun. When i arrived all of the seats where already taken, so i had to make due with what was left and sat on a stone wall right in the sun. Can’t just stand around all day long, right?
And then we finally went inside. I hoped that things would get better there. After all, restaurants these days got air-conditioning. That’s what i thought at least.
I was wrong. With time, due to hot food and 50 people sitting in one room, it got even hotter than outside. Seriously, it was exhausting to just sit there. But you can’t leave in those kind of situations. Not even if it is horribly hot. The food was good though, although i couldn’t eat as much as i would have wanted to. People will talk too much and annoy you if you do that.
And then the cringy stuff was happening. Like i said, cant have a family event without something like that. The family of my aunt wanted to sing a song and all of my grandma’s grandchildren should kiss her on the cheek afterwards. This doesn’t sound too bad and really, it wasn’t. But i don’t like shit like that. Why do you need to sing? Why the choreography? (There was more, just fyi). They did stuff that was worse in the past. Can’t they just do normal things? Like giving her a normal present instead?
Well, in the end i left early. I was done eating, people were just continuing to talk for hours and hours without any end and i don’t like that. I’m socially awkward and im not good at small talk anyways.
But well, that’s what i did this weekend. What did you guys do? Hope you all had a great time out there! 🙂

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Evija: Chapter 2 – Doctors [5]

‘W-What was that?!’, Thomas thought to himself while looking around, still being nervous. ‘What was that all about changing my life and how he does want to make everything better? What is happening?!’. He started robbing his body around for a few minutes to get into a sitting position. After several attempts he finally managed to do so. His face full covered in sweat and the dirt of the floor Thomas finally sat, leaning onto the concrete wall. ‘Phew. Finally. Lying around on concrete really makes me missing my shitty bed at home that is as hard as a plank of wood.’. His gag had loosened up a bit too, which allowed him to actually sigh. ‘Now what was his name, Timothy Chalmers – no, Chandlers, right?’. He frowned. ‘Wasn’t that like a wanted criminal? I have read that name in a newspaper a while ago i believe. But he looked really weird. This is such a fucked up situation. Its like some sort of comic, where the villain kidnaps random strangers to cruelly murder them.’ He shuttered. ‘That’s probably what he wants to do too.’.
Thomas’s thought stopped abruptly when the door to the room he was in opened up again. Unexpectedly it wasn’t the old man that was here before. Two other men, both also wearing white coats, walked in. One of them was wearing glasses and had perfectly styled hair. He had an emotionless expression on his face as he entered. The other one was a bit larger and had a chin beard. He also carried a small case into the room and laid it down onto the floor. As the first man closed the door the other one opened up the case and started rummaging through it.
‘Hurry up, we need to be done soon to comply with the time table.’, the first one spouted out with a annoyed tone in his voice. ‘Yeah yeah, i got it. Give me a few seconds, haven’t done that in a while. Haven’t had a fresh one in a while.’, the other one answered while fiddling with various tools that he pulled out of the case. After a few seconds he found a measuring stick. ‘Alright, i’m ready. You got the checklist?’. ‘Of course’, the first one responded and held a clipboard that he suddenly got from the inside of his coat in front of him. ‘Let’s start’.

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The plague of Gwemdoling – FULL

The full story, if you like to read it all in one go 🙂 Will do so with all my future stories. Or with my chapters if i got some in my stories. Enjoy!


“Another one, really?”, Markus shouted out in anger. “This is getting out of hand. We had over 20 today already. We are over our limit already over here, can’t the other take this one?”. He was standing in the middle of a large wooden hall. It was filled with beds that were covered with straw and people were lying on top if it. Most of them didn’t move much; some of them coughed from time to time. Others shook uncontrollably. The smell of blood and illness was in the air. Markus was wearing a white shirt, white pants and a white flat hat. He had a red cross on a bind on his left arm.
“Markus, please. Not like it’s going any better for the others. Thomas sent a courier earlier today that they are full since yesterday. His physician house isn’t made for something like that. He already asked for help from the outside, by the word is they got the same problems on the land.”.
“Well, this is just great. Thomas is saying is house isn’t made for something like that? At least it is a house of medicine Maria. We are just a drinking hall here. A drinking hall! We weren’t even supposed to be here, you know that, right? We were travelling through this place.”.
“Yes i know”, Maria answered to him yet again while he was grabbing his hand. “But we got no choice. You know that, right? Their healer got sick and we can’t just leave this whole village to die.”.
“Guess we can not. The king would never forgive us”, Markus mumbled back to her. “Let’s get to work then.”. He turned over to the men that still held the newly arrived person up in the air. “Lets just put him over there onto the ground. The beds are all full. We can put him on one of them when someone here makes room.”.
He continued giving orders to various other people inside the hall to help the ill people that were lying around him. He also started treating them himself as good as he was able to with the tools available to him.
“Maria, can you get some fresh water?”, he asked her after a while of idle work.
“Sure, the well is just right behind the hall, wasn’t it?”, she asked while already walking out of the hall. “I believe it was. Now that i think about it though, I’m going myself. Gives me the chance to get a few breaths of fresh air.”. He nodded to Maria and went outside while she went back to tending to the ill people.
As he was walking out of the hall onto the street he saw the town lying quiet. “Guess most of them are ill huh”, he said to himself while looking around. A few men of the town walked by him, dragging a wooden cart behind them. “… That must be the other reason why no one is around. The plague. Some of the weaker ones already lost the battle for their lives it seems like”, he mumbled while holding his hat in front of him to show his sympathies.
He started walking around the village. The streets were empty; the few people Markus saw where carrying food and various other goods around while still coughing. ‘It’s hard to get by when you everyone else is suck’, he thought to himself. ‘This village is doomed. This plague has been way too devastating around here.’. He came to a bench that was in the middle of some trees. He sat down. ‘How would one treat something like this? I haven’t seen anything like it before either. The plague itself isn’t a new illness, but with such strength. Hm.’. Deep in thought he starred up into the cloudy sky. ‘Seems like rain. Sucks. The gods aren’t helping’. He sighed. He put both his hands in front of him and looked at them. They were dirty from the day’s work to tend to the ill people. ‘I’m not even sure how i should help them. Herbs and traditional treatments don’t make it any better. Everyone we touch dies anyways. And healing magic isn’t available around here. It’s rare as it is, and every practitioner is at the capital these days.’.
“What concerns you?”, a voice right next to Markus asked. He abruptly jumped up and looked into that direction, startled from what just happened. He hadn’t noticed anyone around when he sat down on that bench. “What? H-huh? Who are you? How did you get here?!”, Markus screamed with fear in his voice while looking onto a stranger. The person was no one Markus knew. “Ah jumpy one, aren’t we”, the person responded. Markus quickly gathered that it had to be a woman. The tone of her voice and the shape of her body let him to that conclusion. The person slowly stood up in front of him and wiped some dust from her clothes. Meanwhile Markus starred onto her. She had remarkably strange clothes. He couldn’t see a single bit of her skin; her whole body was covered in a black robe, with small white lines along the arms down to the ground. Her face was also covered in a white mask with a long nose and two big holes for the eyes which were not visible. Only darkness was to be seen inside of it.
“Your name is Markus, right?”, she continued. “W-what? Right. But how do you know?”. “I just do. Lets not dwell on that. “What concerns you? I saw you sitting here in distress. You seem like a person that could use help. What is on your mind?”. The person inclined her head to the right. Her mask horrified Markus. It had no emotion in it and seemed distant. It also reminded him a bit of an skull. Skulls were linked to religion from where he came from and this particular one made him think of evil things that his parents had him always warned about. He coughed to clear his throat. “Before i tell you that, who are you? I cant talk to someone in a mask like that without knowing who you are.”. He crossed his arms in front of himself. What would she answer?
“That seems fair. Alright, i tell you. My name is Lydia. Im an alchemist and im here to help. That is all that you need to know.”. She clapped her hands. “Now then, tell me. Are your problems linked to this village’s problems? It seems rather quiet around here. Smells like a plague is in the air too. And your clothes look like those of an medicus.”. Her right hand went up to adjust her mask. “Is that correct?”.
Markus nodded. She was right with every single thing. She seemed to have a sharp mind. “The plague, yes. We weren’t prepared for this. Me and my assistant only travelled through here to get to another destination. But many here were already ill and as it is my duty to help those in medical need as long as they are part of the empire i had to help. Treatments don’t work though and we don’t have any herbs here that could help either. This village seems doomed and im trying to cope with that.”. He sighed.
“Doomed you say? Is that so?”. Lydia’s head inclined to the other side. “That seems curious. May i offer my assistance then?”. “Your assistance?”, Markus responded hesitant. “But this is a medical problem? Aren’t alchemists the ones that can turn stones into gold or something like that? What can you do?”. Sceptical he looked into her direction. She didn’t move. “We do that too, yes.”, Lydia responded with laughter in her voice. “But not only that. See, there’s an elixir that i got with me that you could use. I want you to take it. Take it and use it. Put it in a large pot with hot water. Let everyone drink from it. Those that are not beyond the threshold shall recover.”. She held out a small bottle to Markus. “This village is not doomed. We shall not allow this. Nature and it’s laws are strong, but we as humans can tame it through our knowledge.”.
Markus was still hesitating. ‘A way that could cure most of them? That sounds intriguing. But is this really safe? What does she get from that? Why is she doing this? Do i even want to know that? Maybe it would be for the best to just use it and hope that it works?’. He nodded and slowly grabbed the bottle. “Good.”, Lydia said. “Do as i said and things shall take a turn.”. She nodded as well and took a few steps back from the bench and Markus. Meanwhile he had turned around to try this procedure. As he looked back once more he only saw the vanishing shadow of the person that he had just talked to. Her white mask with the long nose still lingered on. The pitch black holes that functioned as her eyes scared Markus a bit. He walked quicker and turned around a corner. ‘What a weird person that was’, he thought to himself while he continued to walk back to the hall. ‘Still don’t know why she is helping us. But really, as long as it works it won’t matter.’.
In the following hours something happened that was widely known as a miracle. Nearly all of the villagers were cured with a frightening pace. Not even a slight cough was left behind. By the next day it was brimming with life again and they all together decided to celebrate this event. Markus had shared the information about how they got cured with all of them, and thus they knew who was responsible for them being still alive.
The story spread far and wide. People everywhere knew it in a matter of weeks. Everyone started to wonder who that mysterious person with the fearsome white mask was and how she cured the illness with just a small potion. The king even set out search parties in secret to recruit the person as a medical advisor in the capital. But they couldn’t find her.
With time the story turned into a legend. The people of the village of Gwemdoling to this day praise the great hero that expressed her power through a medicus to them. They even erected a statue for her and it became tradition to plea to it when someone in the family became ill. She was never seen again though and her further journey is not known to the people out there.

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The plague of Gwemdoling [6]

In the following hours something happened that was widely known as a miracle. Nearly all of the villagers were cured with a frightening pace. Not even a slight cough was left behind. By the next day it was brimming with life again and they all together decided to celebrate this event. Markus had shared the information about how they got cured with all of them, and thus they knew who was responsible for them being still alive.
The story spread far and wide. People everywhere knew it in a matter of weeks. Everyone started to wonder who that mysterious person with the fearsome white mask was and how she cured the illness with just a small potion. The king even set out search parties in secret to recruit the person as a medical advisor in the capital. But they couldn’t find her.
With time the story turned into a legend. The people of the village of Gwemdoling to this day praise the great hero that expressed her power through a medicus to them. They even erected a statue for her and it became tradition to plea to it when someone in the family became ill. She was never seen again though and her further journey is not known to the people out there.