#ThursThreads Week 618 - Drabbles Ensue!

Welcome! 

Another week of participating in Siobhan Muir's #ThursdayThreads flash fiction contest. Week 618 - coming up soon on 12 years of that contest. It's the longest running flash fiction contest that I am aware of. Siobhan has my upmost respect. It takes a lot of time an energy to keep up a blog for that long, consistently week after week. I am grateful for it, and the people I have met along the way. 

This week's drabble doesn't have any affiliation with anything I'm currently working on, just a little fun exploration of a random scene. Still heavily influenced by the show Lucifer, but doesn't necessarily have to be within that universe. 

Check out the other entries on Siobhan's blog here.

This week's prompt: "They can try to kill me."

Walking through his club, most people would make the mistake that he was human, that he was mortal. Sure, there was something usually magnetic about him, an aura that drew people in, but that didn’t mean he was anything more than a charismatic club owner.

They would be mistaken.

He was those things--charismatic, magnetic, the life of the party--but he was not human or even mortal. He rather enjoyed the charade. It meant most people underestimated him, much to their determent.

Leaning against the edge of the bar, he surveyed the dance floor. His patrons were enjoying themselves getting lost in the music, the booze, and whatever extracurriculars they brought with them.

His head bartender tapped his elbow as he deposited a fresh drink next to him. “Hey Boss.”

“Hmm?”

“There’s a group of men at the freight entrance that want to talk to you about a deal.”

The boss sighed and quickly downed his drink. “Took them long enough to show up.”

The younger man looked uneasy. “They are all clearly packing. Do you want me to call the cops?”

Setting his empty glass down, the boss chuckled. “Certainly not. No need to get law enforcement involved in this. They can try to kill me, but they will find it rather difficult.”

The bartender nodded. If his boss wasn’t worried, then he wasn’t either. He had seen too much in his time here to not acknowledge that his boss was extremely capable of taking care of himself.

 

Thanks for reading! Until next week or whenever I post again!

#ThursThreads Week 616

Happy July folks. Another week of #ThursThreads. I missed last week due to the craziness of my work and stuff going on in real life. However, I did win Week 614, so that was pretty cool. It is a nice bit of validation to win. 

I've essentially finished the Mouningstar story - it was a little drabble of Lucifer fanfiction, and the completed story can be found on my AO3 account. In the #ThursTheads bits I have posted, I purposely kept the proper names of the characters out as I wanted the focus to be on the actual story and not that it was fan fiction. I know there is some stigma with fan fiction, but truly there are some absolutely amazing stories out there. And, it helped me get back into my writing. Sometimes its nice to play in another person's playground. The ideas and stories are still new, just not the universe. And in the case of plot holes or things that fans didn't like about a show or series, they can put their own spin on it. In the case of the Mourningstar story, it started based on a #ThursThread prompt and grew from there. The link to my AO3 story is linked below.

For this week of #ThursThreads, you can check out the other entries here.

My entry to #ThursThreads is a continuation of the Mourningstar story - a sequel perhaps? I haven't decided. The prompt made me think of that same story and how/where it would continue. 

The Prompt: “Then you can stay.”

 

His finger drummed on the table, his nerves needing a release.

The receptionist glared at him from the other side of the room.

He stilled his hand. Then his leg started bouncing, his heel of his shoe clicking on the tile floors. He was too wound up to care that he was annoying the receptionist. If she knew what he knew, what had just happened, she would be anxious too.

His wife, his dead wife, had returned. Not just returned, but seemed like she was in perfect health. It shouldn’t be possible. It wasn’t possible, and yet, she was back, like nothing had happened.

Now, she was at her doctor’s office getting checked out. How does one restart their life after being declared dead? There had been no mistake. He identified her body at the morgue. Her fingerprints and dental records confirmed it was her. Yet, here she was, alive and well.

The door next to the receptionist opened and his wife stepped through with a smile on her face. Her doctor followed behind her with the same shock and bewilderment on his face that his own had when he first saw her. They talked quietly for a moment before she joined him by the table.

“So, what did he say?”

“That I’m perfectly healthy. He can’t find a thing wrong with me but wants a run some additional tests. Said I’m as healthy as a middle-aged woman could be.”

“Then you can stay.”

“As long as you’ll have me.”

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Here is the link to the completed Mourningstar story: Created For a Purpose

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The #Mourningstar drabbles are based on the Lucifer TV show. While my story is original and divergent from canon, I am playing in another creator's sandbox.