Half-Crazed Writer Seeking NPFS

Hey Y’all, Tuesdays are going to be quiet for a bit while I continue to pursue the elusive Nefarious Plot. With Back Venom nearing the end of the planning stages and the Achilles Project needing updates, I figure having one day off a week could be a good thing for me. This slot will not…

Groceries

Quid checked the list again, who the hell put all the vegetables and fruits on it, she wondered. The only items she had on the list were prepackaged meals – microwaveable stuff, mac and cheese, boxed rice, and ramen. It could have been anyone because they all ate a lot healthier than her. She grabbed…

Baby

Daddy called her stupid, useless, shit-for-brains, hey numbskull, and idiot among other things. Ma called her Tammy, Tammy Lynn, not right now baby, I’m busy, maybe later. Her teachers could never remember her name. Beatrice called her Tammy-Lynn, but that doesn’t fit you, how about Quidnunc, Quid for short. Friend, best friend. Her classmates called…

Fireworks

Very little can pull Quid away from books and articles and reports. She isn’t fond of TV or radio or movies and video games and board games never hold her long, but the thud of exploding shells overriding her heartbeat gets her every time. She remembers old, worn blankets spread over dewy grass and the…

Gilded

Quid owns very few books due to her almost perfect memory and recall, despite her crippling inability to answer direct questions. She borrows from libraries and reads articles online and spends afternoons browsing bookstores, but she can remember when she was younger the books she desperately wanted to own. The thick, ornately bound, gilt-edged classics…

Ocean

Quid grew up far away from large bodies of water. She never learned to swim, never went to the public pool (that cost money). She never took baths, only showers. The closest she got to swimming was when Benny from two trailers down shoved her into the pond and she nearly drowned. Water was not…

Cloud

Clouds lied. This was a law in Quid’s book. Clouds didn’t mean that it would rain and they also didn’t mean that you could leave the sunscreen at home. Clouds made it difficult to see what time of day it was really was, they made it hard to get out of bed, and sometimes the…

Anniversary

There was a knock on the door. Quid marked her place and walked over to it. She opened without looking and was surprised to find her whole team there, Hye-Jung at the front holding a tray of rice cakes. Behind her Ivan had a homemade cake with an imperfect 100 in icing decorating the top….

Wedding

“I never thought Elita and Moore would get hitched,” Galen said under his breath to Quid as they watched the bridal party move toward the altar. “Why?” Quid asked, leaning closer. He shrugged as he answered, “Thought theirs was more of a ‘fuck it out of their systems’ kind of thing.” Quid though about that….

Laundry

Quid did her laundry once every other Wednesday night. It was when the Laundromat was the emptiest and Quid didn’t have to fight for the machines. She had learned early not to bring reading material with her because shuffling through a stack of books Howard Berg style attracted too much attention and she was hard…

Loss

“Don’t you dare,” Faline snapped and Quid looked up quickly. “I know exactly what is going through your fucked up head so you knock it off right now.” “Fal – ” Quid began. “No, it’s not your fault that Orrick was killed,” Faline said firmly, her cat-green eyes hard. Quid flinched; Faline had never had…

Kiss

Galen flicked through the TV channels while Quid worked her way through a book on quantum physics. He stopped and nudged her. “Hmm?” Quid murmured, turning a page. “Book down, time to watch some TV,” Galen said. Quid glanced at the screen, Jeopardy was just starting. “Galen…” she started softly. “Quid,” he replied, leaning in…