Fifteen Minute Ficlets (#15MF) is a weekly Sunday writing challenge hosted here on The Literary Phoenix. Based on a single word, write a short story in fifteen minutes. The word count is irrelevant. Just write your heart out for 15 minutes and be inspired by the word. You never know what you’ll end up with!
1. wood prepared for use in building and carpentry.
Ignorance is Bliss
Mina stretched her arm out and reached past her coffee for the remote to her home stereo system. Just because she lived in a small apartment didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy all her favorite amenities. Her entertainment system – television, Playstation 4, and record player – all hooked into a central station that also connected to her phone bluetooth. Add in an external speaker system that went around the entire apartment and she had a theatre for one.
Research, however, called for music. She turned the stereo down to 20, knowing better than to terrorize her neighbors, and ran her thumb over her iPhone screen until she scrolled over a promising song.
“Timber” by Pitfull ft. Ke$ha roared to life.
The song filled every crevice of the little room, pulsing in the silence and swarming around her. Music was one of the few things that Mina could immerse herself in. There were so many emotions in the lyrics, it cancelled out the feelings of her neighbors, the patrons downstairs… everyone.
She settled back into the couch and pulled her legs underneath her. She cracked the nearest book and flipped to the index. She’d probably need to result to the internet if she was going to find any real information, but she liked the feel of paper under her fingers.
Angelface stretched and jumped down on the couch beside her, curling up and purring contentedly just out of reach. The dynamic was familiar and in that way, comforting. It was just another artifact and another Friday night. It was easy to forget that the glass shard sat on her side table, spewing red smoke and questions.
And with the music loud and thrumming along with the heartbeat in her chest, it was almost possible to miss the darkness that slithered in the night, checking in windows for its victim. The auras were wrong, and it would have to go further, but it did not go unnoticed.
Even with the music loud and the amazing aroma of black coffee in her nostrils, Wilhelmina Tepes would never miss the maniacal burst of evil intent that crept past her open window. Her magic was too insistent and the black too strong a flavor to sneak by her. She froze. Her eyes clouded and reds in the room around her burst to a life of their own. She felt the smallest tendril sneak in the side of her eye and wrap its icy fingers around her heart.
And it moved on, fading back into a night of research as quickly as it came. But in that moment, Mina felt its presence and knew its mind. Her stomach settled full of rocks and her hand shook. She didn’t know how she would explain it, but something horrible was going to happen, and she needed to stop it. Everyone needed to stop it.
With shaking hands, she typed:
You home? Txt me ASAP.
And stared at her phone, waiting.
In the pale hands of an immortal hidden in the dark alley below, an antique watch started ticking.
This is a play at a scene I’m trying to flush out right now in Ashes to Ashes. Mina – Charlotte’s best friend – has quickly come to prominence as an important character as I right. She has the ability to drain powerful emotions, leaving her “victims” with a false feeling of euphoria. It also means that she cannot stop tasting them. In this scene, she starts off feeling empowered and excited to figure out what caused the explosion at her college, but the god’s magic is working in the background and she becomes aware of it.
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