Snow Day Surprise – Your Brother’s Top Secret Job

The snow is coming down and school has been canceled. Your brother, who has an important government job, has asked you to watch his kids during the day so he can go to work. While watching his kids, they reveal something top secret about your brother’s job—and it’s something, for the sake of your family, that you need to stop.

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406 thoughts on “Snow Day Surprise – Your Brother’s Top Secret Job

  1. elijahsdgva

    As I sat down looking at my niece, patiently stroking the paint brush against the construction paper. I silently grab the house phone.
    ” Joe. Meet at the shipping port. We have a delivery that we would like you to make.”the man on the other side said.
    Then another voice replied and said ” If it is the guy on 32nd and Imperial, than I would like more pay. He is a fighter.Can sneak on you a cobra does to its prey.” I noticed this new man had an accent . It was similar to his brother’s accent.
    ” No this is a new customer that lives on Highland. I will tell you more when you get here.” Then the line went silent.I thought of my choices, Put Kelly in her bed and what for her to fall asleep and leave, or take her alone. I decided to take her along, I would call Samuel that we were at the theater or something. So I got Kelly dressed and went to the docking port.

  2. Amyithist

    The morning was crisp and hazy sunlight filtered through the dark clouds hovering above the quiet village. I came into the barn, wrapping my coat further over my shoulders. My breath steamed out in front of me as I approached Lady, my dearest cow. She nuzzled me softly as I approached and I returned the affection with a gentle rub of her nose. I slid my gloves from my calloused hands and bent low, resting my backside on the iced over stool. I found myself longing for the days of warmth; the gentle caress of the summer breeze wafting over the alps.
    Lady bellowed as my frigid hands encompassed her tit. I grumbled an apology; cursing the frozen grounds and flurries of snow starting to swell over the still air. The sound of the milk propelling to the bottom of the tin bucket seemed to echo the emptiness of the quiet morning. I shivered and leaned into Lady’s warm coat.
    “Hans?”
    My brother’s voice startled me. and I sat upright, turning slightly as he stepped onto the soft dirt floor. My eyes shifted slightly and I felt an overwhelming sense of embarrassment come over me. My barn wasn’t in the best of conditions; the old slats that I had been to ill to replace last summer hung about and lapped over one another with sloppy disregard; the loft above my head had holes through it and bit of snow fluttered in through the wide-set boards of the sinking roof.
    “Heinrich,” I stammered, struggling to my feet. “What-what are you doing here?”
    He slid his hat from his head and stepped in closer. “I’m sorry for the intrusion,” he began, inching in a little further. I noticed two small shadows behind him and my eyes shot back up to my brother’s ragged face. “I need to leave Henry and Olga here for a time. I have a special assignment and I can’t have them whilst I’m there.”
    I studied his clothing and I frowned at him as I stood, pulling my gloves back on. “Where is this place you go to,” I asked.
    He hesitated. “Auschwitz,” he murmured.
    I nodded at him, looking up at the bit of sky I could see between the boards. Somehow it looked even darker than before. “Is it true what they’re doing there,” I asked.
    He didn’t reply. He kept his eyes on the ground and I knew the answer. “How could you go there knowing what they’re doing? You-you don’t buy into what is being said, do you?”
    Heinrich looked back me. His jaw was set. His eyes were glazed over with determination and a hint of shame; but I knew from the look that he was going and there wasn’t anything I could say to deter him.
    “How long are you going to be gone,” I asked, defeated.
    “A year or more,” he replied.
    Silence settle between us for a long while. I thought about my mother who had married a man who raised my brother and I from the time we were very young. I wondered if the man that stood in front of me now would kill our father because of his bloodline. I suddenly saw a stranger before me; a man I wasn’t sure I ever knew. I thought about my brother as an old man and if the faces he was to see in the coming months would haunt him during his last stretch of life. I felt a weight and a sorrow for him that I hadn’t felt before and I found myself uncomfortable.
    I made the decision in such a haste I wasn’t able to consider the consequences. I didn’t think about the men waiting for my brother to report to them. I didn’t think about the terror and incapacity for understanding why I made my choice glaring back at me from my niece and nephews’ eyes… But I didn’t see that I had another option. Heinrich was my brother. I was his keeper and I knew that one day the things he did for his country would haunt him and puncture his heart like the jagged edge of a knife.
    I shot him just as he was about to climb back in his car. He fell to the snow. The blood flowing from his wound smattered against the powder with such contrast that I could hardly tear my eyes away. I watched as my brother lay there; gasping and staring up at me; no doubt wondering why I’d done it. I bent, grabbed his hand into mine and offered him what comfort I could muster. His grip was weak. He gurgled at me. I shook my head as tears splashed down my cheeks. “It’s better you die a young man without blood on your hands than an old man with thousands of souls haunting your every day,” I choked.
    After my brother died, I gathered his children. Olga was afraid of me. Henry glowered at me with such anger I thought I ought to keep one eye open until I could explain myself better. I felt for them. Their mother was dead. Now their father. And at my hand. But I ask you… What other choice did I have?

  3. Loneanimewolf

    Ella was screaming. Jolting up, my body was moving before i could think, my legs tangling in the thick blankets, sending me sprawling into the wall, arms flailing. The rebound launched me backwards and i landed on my back, slamming my head onto the wood floor. Hard. Still, my body was moving on auto-pilot, its destination set. Ella. Crawling, i managed to stumble to my feet and fling the door open. Bolting, i head toward her screams, slipping down the stairs, i froze. The scene that greeted me would haunt my dreams until the very last breath i took. Thirteen year old Ella was covered in blood, screaming at the top of her lungs, and her 3 year old baby brother Drew had his mouth locked on her wrist, shaking his head back and forth like a rabid dog, snarling. Frozen, i watched him gnawing her wrist, heard the greedy slurping noises he made. Ella’s weak “Au-aunty Mae-” snapped me out of my trance. I lunged, wrapping my arms around his body, and ripped him off. Ella screamed even louder, then cut off. Drew began struggling harder, an animal sound pouring from him. I held him away from me, turning in frantic circles’s looking for something…There! The dog cage! Walking slowly, trying to not trip on the blood, i got right in front. Then i saw my Black Lab Ernie. Or what was left of him. He was lying on his side, and at first glance he looks fine. But you can’t miss his whole stomach ripped open. You can’t un-see his insides. I vomited. But i tossed Drew in the cage, first, i locked it before i added vomit to the blood on the floor. I trying to figure what the fuck was going on, everything was fine when i put Drew in his crib and kissed him goodnight. What was wrong with him? Turning toward him, i gasped when i got a good look at his face. It was like someone had meshed his sweet baby face with a pit-bulls, i shivered when he opened his mouth and flashed bloodied fangs, his eyes were still the warm chocolate brown, but they were crazed. He wasn’t in there anymore. Tears pooled out of my eyes as i sobbed, he turned, then i started hearing a sand that made my hair stand on end. “Drewie…?!” I could hear it. I could hear my little three year old nephew eating my fucking dog. “Aunty Mae” Ella gasped. Spinning, i checked her wrist, my breath coming out in small, hurried pants. “Do-do you know…” I trailed off. Her baby blue eyes filled with tears as she nodded. “Daddy said-he said that he needed to do something-somethin’ to do with ex-ex-exper-” She broke off, clearly frustrated. “Experiments?” She nodded, “To-uh-make p-people stronger-or somethin’ like that.” Her brows drew together “I th-think he said someth-thin’ about finding a way to sup-prise China, cause’ America is China’s b-b-bitch, or something like that-Aunty Mae?!” My.god. My god Mygodmygodohmygodohmygod! What in the fuck did Boe DO?!

    1. Loneanimewolf

      Wow…that’s dark…Oh, and, i’m not really following the word limit (my bad) but i’m really enjoying my self!! It was really hard to remember the part about him being a government guy, i really got caught up with the whole, 3 year old baby gnawing on a 13 year old arm. *guilty grin*

  4. AmeliaPond

    “Aunt Amy, can I play on the computer?” Called Lilly Jane from the dining room.
    “Uh, Sure!” I called prying Joe’s fingers from my dress.
    “That’s not Fair!” Screamed Tammy, Lilly’s older sister. “You said I couldn’t.” Tammy was eight, Lilly was six and Joe was eighteen months and just learning to walk. I had told Tammy no, I forgot.
    “Take Turns!” I said running over to the stove to turn off the boiling water.
    “NO! Her games take longer then mine.” Shouted Lilly running in. “She always gets to play longer.” I ran my fingers though my hair.
    “Can’t you play the same game?” I asked feeling frazzled and confused. My Brother had called me over, asked me If I could watch the kids and left before I could say ‘No, I’m sick.’ or ‘no i’m busy’ or ‘no I have work later.’
    “Lilly Always plays baby games.” Said Tammy crossly.
    “Well can’t you JOE STOP!” I shouted dropping my spoon and grabbing the baby’s shirt as he started a head first roll down the stairs. Tammy and Lilly raced each other into the other room. I continued with the posta till I heard a crash a sharp intake of breath and then silence.

    “Tammy? Lilly? What did you do?” I called turning off the stove and looking down the hall.

    “Tammy, you are going to be in so much trouble. I heard Lilly whisper.

    “Girls what did you do?” I asked picking up Joe and walking into the room. Tammy’s and Lilly’s little red heads disappeared round the corner and I heard two doors shutting. Curious I pshed open the door to My brother, Harry’s study. The big fancy computer was whizzing and a light was playing around the box. I walked over and squinted at the screen. A small emblem was revolving slowly in the center of the screen. Wondering what the big deal was a I clicked on it. The emblem vanished and three words appeared on the screen. -Operation Aruba- And below that was. -Targets-
    A whirl of photos flashed across the screen and arranged them on the right side of the screen. I clicked on the first one. It was an elderly man with a name I don’t know how to pronounce. A long list of digits typed out below the picture, which was rimmed in read. Above his name was written death by bomb. Confused I clicked on the next photo. I young dark woman named Aminou Elisha. The numbers flashed by again and the stats above the name read. Eradicate first. Her picture was rimmed in blue. I flipped through the photos. Kill in Bombing was the title above most of them. Others were eradicate first, but none of them said spare.
    Eyes wide I clicked the Title of the Operation. The first thing that came up was a diagram of a missile, the second was a list of Names. I spotted Harry’s at the top. The Third thing that flipped on the screen was just a timer. 134:19: 04. As I watched it changed. The number now read. 134:18:58.
    “Harry Your Bombing Aruba?” I said Shakily Squeezing Joe a little.
    “Yes.” I heard behind me. Harry put his hand on my shoulder. I Jumped I hadn’t heard him come in “How did you find this information?” He asked. I ignored his question.
    “Harry, we have family in Aruba.” I said quietly staring at the timer.
    “Amy don’t you think I know that?” He sighed rubbing over his eyebrows. I turned to look at him. The light from the hallway barely showed his face, maybe it as the sghadowing but he looked exhausted.
    “But Jackie, and Pete.” I said shocked, they were his god parents. “Harry, Rose is getting married in March.” Harry sat down in the chair by the table and leaned his elbows on the desk. Behind me I heard the clock ticking the seconds. Precious seconds until more than half of my mothers family was murdered.

  5. swatchcat

    The snowflakes started to grow into huge clumps on the windshield as the wipers pushed more to the sides. John bent forward and squinted to see through the quickly forming whiteout.

    “You kids still belted, right?” He asked nervously.

    “Yah,” they replied in unison.

    John dropped his kids safely at his sisters for the afternoon. When it came to John’s work, there was no time off even during whiteout conditions. He ran the situation through his head as he drove through the ice and snow. The glow of his headlight barely making any difference, all he could think about was his mission.

    Angie, grabbed her coat and gloves, snatched her purse from the wall and ran to the garage. “You’ve got everything, right?”

    “Yah mom, don’t worry. Just call me.” Julie, Angie’s teenage daughter waved as the SUV peeled out of the garage. Julie pushed the garage door button and went back to the warmth within.

    Angie new there was a chance to catch up with John. His old Studebaker was no match for her Ford Excursion. She was already in 4 wheel drive sloshing through the snow as she reran in her head what her nephews said.

    “He’s never coming back,” said Jake.

    “He said it was a matter of national security, something about duty,” Tayler continued.

    She kept driving. Duty, honor, God, Country, yah it was selfish of her to expect her brother to stay out of it but she understood his patriotism too. But what about her, what about her family. Her husband, John’s best friend had already given more than enough, his life. Now John, the only family she had left was at it too. “God and country my ass,” she mouthed as she pressed the gas.

    John could see the headlights in his mirror. They had been there for a while. He was being followed. He slid the gun from under his seat, and pressed the gas. He dialed his sister. “Angie, wait, listen, no, listen.” He was nervous.

    “John, what’s going on? No, I won’t.” She was agitated.
    “Listen Angie, I’m being followed. Listen damnit! There’s a chip in Jakes baby shoes, don’t give it to anyone but Bill McKay.” His tail was closing. He swerved and hit a curb.

    “John, what is it? Where are you, I coming now, probably not too far away.” She was panicking.

    “No Angie just guards the chip.” The phone went dead.

    She threw the phone on the seat and drove faster. She knew the route he took. He shouldn’t be far. Then she saw a glow of light in the distance. A couple of cars and people were standing around. She slowed and stopped, got out and went over to see John’s old Studebaker in the ditch engulfed in flames. He was gone.

    She turns and went home. Made at God, and country, she damned duty and honor. This country had taken enough from her. No one would get whatever it was that John had, no one.

    Several months later, “Yes, is Bill McKay there please? I have important information regarding a past agent, John Stark.” Angie fettled with the microchip as she waited.

    1. snuzcook

      That was good, Swatchcat. I had some uncomfortable moments when I was afraid that the headlights John saw following him were Angie, and that he might in the blind whiteout shoot at her without knowing. It actually added to the suspense, and to my engagement in the story.
      I think the repetitive plot elements (Angie’s linking of past and present) were very well placed, keeping the story tightly cohesive.
      The resolution was satisfying. Only after rethinking it, did I wonder why she had to seek out Bill McKay. But then, there is also a hint that she might have been unwilling to cooperate [“no one would get … it…] if he had approached her immediately after John’s disappearance/demise–perhaps she might even have denied having anything to share.

      Okay–those were specifics. Generally? I liked it!

      1. Kerry Charlton

        I loved the story, swatchcat. Full of tension, mystery. [What the chip contained] God and country, a patriotic take on the prompt. I to wondered about the time spacing between John’s death and her contacting Bill McKay. Perhaps she didn’t trust him and had already discovered what was on the chip.

        1. swatchcat

          Thank you everyone for your comments. I am sorry for the confusion. The Angie doesn’t give the chip up right away because she is resentful of the consequence/penalty she and her family had to pay “multiple” times for these men’s patriotism(duty, honor etc). It is the wives perspective of loss, that she refused to give up the chip to anyone. It is only after time, that she realizes her own responsibility to her brother/husband and what they lost their lives for that she returns the chip.

          1. swatchcat

            Please forgive me, I am better then what is spitting out of me. I have thoughts and am trying to write but difficult. I just turn 45 and now I battling the FUCKING SHINGLES!!! I love to write and try, try, try but pain killers and antibotics abound I read over what I just submitted and feel like a drug addict with a gin slur….I could…no I have cried many times, all I can do is try to come up with ideas to write and keep my mind going

  6. TheDalek

    At first, I didn’t want to believe what Jake had told me, what he showed me. I couldn’t. It made no sense. I had known Brendon , my brother, since we were kids too young to walk. He would never, ever do something like that. Then, as I looked at my Jake and my niece, Cherice who were gulping down spoonfuls of fluffy vanilla ice-cream, I could deny it no more. The signs were there…

    All those weekends he went missing, note left at my door asking me to look after his kids. “Conference”, Brendon would say upon his return. Then, there were the occasions he brought in large black boxes. Tight-lipped he remained about those. And finally, the strangest of all. Not two months back, an odd man in a black hat and dark coat knocked on Brendon’s door. My brother answered the door and let him in, out of the autumn rain. I did not see him leave but when I went over the following day, the stranger was nowhere to be seen. He must have left in the dead of night.

    Why Brendon?! I screamed in my head. I thought you had a desk job in immigration, pushing papers or something. Then something clicked. Brendon was good at biology. Excellent in fact. And he had a thing for microscopes, I remembered but this… This would’ve required years of study and advanced training to even begin to understand.

    “Uncle Tim, can you take us to the park now?” said Jake, snapping me out of my reverie.

    I looked at the two, unsure of what to say just yet so I blurted, “Yeah, Jakey. You guys put your dishes in the sink first, ya?”

    Off Brendon’s kids went, racing each other to the sink. Their bowls landed with loud ‘clunks’, accompanied by the metallic clatter of spoons.

    Then, they came up to me. I had to make a decision now. Brendon would be back soon and I couldn’t confront him. Not with the children around. So, I grabbed them, once in each hand and made for the door. I would drive them away. For a while ‘till I got Brendon’s side of the story at least. To Aunt Mariah’s, I thought. Before I could reach the door though, there was a knock.

    I froze.

    “Is that daddy?” Jake and Cherice asked in unison.

    As my lips parted to answer, the wooden door shuddered as a fearful beating befell it. The kids hid and cowered behind me though I was as frightened as they. Jake began to cry. I wasn’t far from tears myself.

    “Open up!” a loud, gruffy voice demanded. It wasn’t Brendon’s. I told Cherice and her brother to run, run out the back door. All the way to Melanie’s two blocks away. “I’ll come find you later,” I promised, pushing them away. Out they scampered, frightened.

    With a deep breath, I opened the door.

    The odd man with the black hat and dark coat stood before me.

  7. Mick0712

    Ever had one of those dreams in which the sounds you hear in it correspond to a sound you’re really hearing and the only reason you wake up it because the dang sound persists? Well maybe not, but it happens to me. In fact, it was happening to me this very morning.

    I crack an eyelid and look at the clock. Christ, it’s 11 AM!! Who is it out there treating my door like a piñata?
    I’m tempted to place the pillow over my head and ignore the discourteous individual when I hear the unmistakable voice of my brother hollering

    My internal monologue demands I tell him to hit the road, but some form of sibling loyalty induces me to holler back, “All right!! I’m coming!!”

    I was still hung over, and not really in any mood to do anything. But as I sat there and pondered the small possibility of slumbering a few more seconds, Bro started making like the little drummer boy on my door again.

    Promising myself my next house was going to be surrounded by a fence, with a locked gate and guarded by lots of large mean, underfed, dogs, I finally arose.

    Stumbling down the hallway, I grabbed t-shirt and slipped it on during my trek. Took me three tries, but I finally unlatched the chain and opened the door.

    “WHAT?!!” I shouted as calmly as I could.

    My brother was unperturbed, “I need you to watch the girls. School is closed due to snow and I’m running late!”

    My bro knew how to ask for a favor.

    Turning to address his ankle biters, Bro said, “Get in the house before he can shut the door again!”

    The girls seemed to believe him because they darted in before I could close the door. In the meantime, my brother was already making his way back down my drive and waving cheerfully at me. He seemed to take great amusement from me flipping him the bird.

    I closed the door and looked at my two new guests.

    “Shuck your jackets. I can’t make out who is who.”

    The girls began to follow my instructions and soon I could tell them apart. Each holding their bundle looking at me expectantly. They looked like orphans standing there. Cute girls though. I told my bro he made pretty kids.

    Taking each bundle from them, I tossed their gear on a nearby chair and asked, “You two hungry?”

    They both nodded. Of course they were hungry.

    “Go watch tv. I’ll get us something.”

    I made my way into the kitchen where I found the Captains Morgan and Crunch waiting; the former for me and the latter for them.

    Breakfast fixed, I made my way into the living room when I heard the girls talking.
    “Daddy says this assignment will be his last!”

    Assignment? He swore he was done with that type of work. Said once the girls were born it was too risky! And now he’s going on another? Screw that!

  8. Mick0712

    Ever had one of those dreams in which the sounds you hear in it correspond to a sound you’re really hearing and the only reason you wake up it because the dang sound persists? Well maybe not, but it happens to me. In fact, it was happening to me this very morning.

    I cracked an eyelid and looked at the clock. Christ, it’s 11 AM!! Who is it out there treating my door like a piñata? I’m tempted to place the pillow over my head and ignore the discourteous individual when I heard the unmistakable voice of my brother hollering

    My internal monologue demanded I tell him to hit the road, but some form of sibling loyalty induced me to holler back, “All right!! I’m coming!!”

    I was still hung over, and not really in any mood to do anything. But as I sat there and pondered the small possibility of slumbering a few more seconds, Bro started making like the little drummer boy on my door again.

    Promising myself my next house was going to be surrounded by a fence, with a locked gate and guarded by lots of large mean, underfed, dogs, I finally arose.

    Stumbling down the hallway, I grabbed t-shirt and slipped it on during my trek. Took me three tries, but I finally unlatched the chain and opened the door.

    “WHAT?!!” I shouted as calmly as I could.

    My brother was unperturbed, “I need you to watch the girls. School is closed due to snow and I’m running late!”

    My bro knew how to ask for a favor.

    Turning to address his ankle biters, Bro said, “Get in the house before he can shut the door again!”

    The girls seemed to believe him because they darted in before I could close the door. In the meantime, my brother was already making his way back down my drive and waving cheerfully at me. He seemed to take great amusement from me flipping him the bird.

    I closed the door and looked at my two new guests.

    “Shuck your jackets. I can’t make out who is who.”

    The girls began to follow my instructions and soon I could tell them apart. Each holding their bundle looking at me expectantly. They looked like orphans standing there. Cute girls though. I told my bro he made pretty kids.

    Taking each bundle from them, I tossed their gear on a nearby chair and asked, “You two hungry?”

    They both nodded. Of course they were hungry.

    “Go watch tv. I’ll get us something.”

    I made my way into the kitchen where I found the Captains Morgan and Crunch waiting; the former for me and the latter for them.

    Breakfast fixed, I made my way into the living room when I heard the girls talking.

    “Daddy says this assignment will be his last!”

    Assignment? He swore he was done with that type of work. Said once the girls were born it was too risky! And now he’s going on another? Screw that!

  9. MaryWonder

    “Moves Like Jagger…yeah it moves like Jagger” sang 6 year old Nicky as he danced across the hardwood floor in my apartment. Music from my stereo poured into his ears, and his face was pinched as he tried to look like his favorite singer. He turned to me and smiled that smile which is a mirror of his Dad, my brother Nicholas Ford. A smile that could charm and sometimes deceive.

    It had been a few hours since Nicholas had burst through my front door with both of his children in tow. I had slept right through three of his attempts to reach me by phone. Late nights working on my latest sculpture left me passed out in my art room, numb to the outside world.

    “I need you Piper, I need your help with the boys!” Nicholas begged while standing above me. I stood up in a semi stupor saying “Sure, whatever, it’s fine!” Tired as I was, those two boys are always a welcome sight. I grabbed them both, covered in snow from the storm outside,”It’s okay, I’ve got this.” Nicholas kissed my cheek and I looked in his eyes full of fear-as if he were being chased.

    “Are you OK? You seem upset” I asked, pulling on his sleeve as he turned to leave.
    “Thank you sis, I’m good. See you tomorrow night.” He pulled his parka hood up over his head and moved back out into the cold morning air. Here and gone, like so many times before, and I shivered deeply as I watched him leave. Why did you leave in such a rush? What are you afraid of?

    “This dance party is great Aunt Pipe” Joey exclaimed as he dropped breathless onto the futon bed I had made up for them. I kept the bed ready and their gaming console in the corner of my living room just in case I had them over.

    “You are tired already? You just got here!” I grabbed Joey up onto my lap and kissed his head. He smelled like a mixture of sweat and soap bubbles.

    “You want a drink, or are you hungry like a hippo?” The boys loved my cooking-especially the blueberry pancakes dripping with butter and syrup.

    “Im a hippo-feed me!” Joey answered lowering his voice trying to sound like a large animal and not a 3 foot tall four year old.
    Thirteen pancakes later, all three of us were lying together on the futon bed watching Adventure Time Adventures of Finn and Jake.

    “Betcha Finn has a gun like Daddy” Nicky said as he pushed his fingers into the shape of a gun.
    “What do you mean- did you see your Daddy with a gun?” I asked, and held my breath waiting for a response.

    “Yes he has a gun and he shoots it like this- Pow pow Pow”.
    Not Nicholas,a chemical engineer who wears a lab coat, with a plastic pocket protector, name badge, single Dad, responsible, and yes he can be occasionally self centered with a bit of a temper.

    “When did your Daddy shoot his gun? ” I asked.
    Nicky answered ” I saw him shoot it on the TV; he was shooting it alot.”

    Why would he be shooting on TV? It’s a video of a class he is taking, or possibly one of those reality shows wants him to try out? My mind fills with unlikely scenarios and the realization that I am here with two boys whose Dad is someone I love but I don’t know. I had to know about the gun, and this secret about his life.

  10. Kendra147

    I watch the car pull away, that old car with the stickers on its bumper and the dent in its side. I feel like a little kid again, watching him go away in that same car, off to his friends’ house.
    But it isn’t his friends’ house anymore. Its a job, probably an office job, a job he doesn’t like to talk about.
    I’m the one with a PHD in molecular biology. I don’t blame him for being ashamed. I, the little sister, have gotten my revenge. Except I never wanted it.
    I shiver in the freezing snowstorm. It’s cold.
    I’ve found that I love only the theoretical idea of it being winter, that I hate the reality of it. Just as I love the idea of biology, love genetics, but hate the reality of blood and guts.
    I’m the only vegetarian in the lab.
    I walk back into the house, where the gas fire warms me up in moments. Seth’s kids crowd around the fireplace, fascinated. Jack and Cassy. Normal names. There’s an older one, Andrea, but I don’t know where she went.
    It’s funny, how Seth ended up divorced, living in a little apartment with his three kids and second wife, and I’m living alone in a five bedroom house.
    “Do any of you, um, need anything?” I don’t know how to do this. I’m a scientist, not a form of childcare.
    “No,” Jack says. Cassy shakes her head, her pigtails slapping her in the face.
    “Do you know where Andrea went?”
    “No,” Cassy says. They turn away, stare at the fire.
    I remember when I was a little girl, wanting twin girls. I’d name them Estle and Liesrl. Fancy names.
    I find Andrea in the dining room, staring out the window at the snow. As I approach, I see her reflection in the glass. Tearful.
    “What’s wrong,” I say in my best sympathy voice. I’m not good at this stuff, at people stuff. I can deal with molecules, but humans, no way.
    “Nothing,” she says, sobbing.
    “What’s wrong.”
    “Everything.”
    “What?”
    “Seth is hurting people.” A particularly loud sob sounds from her throat, a sound of fright and sadness.
    “What?” Is this all I can say? Is there something I should be doing? She’s calling him Seth. Aren’t kids supposed to call their fathers Daddy or something?
    “He hurts and kills people. For his job.” What?
    I am silent. I call Seth, and he does not pick up. Unsure, I hug Andrea awkwardly, then we go to the kitchen and bake some awful cookies. I think that’s what people do on snow days.
    I’ll deal with this when Seth gets back. I’ll figure this out.

    1. snuzcook

      Good story, Kendra147. You did a good job keeping the MC’s thoughts and actions consistent with the characterization you created.
      I was a momentarily confused by the comment about Andrea “There’s an older one, Andrea, but I don’t know where she went.” It seemed as if you were talking about someone who had been gone for a period of weeks, months, years; then she showed up in the dining room.
      Good response to this prompt. I look forward to your future posts.

  11. originalalchemist

    (Please forgive my 800+ word count. This is my first prompt!)

    FOR THE KIDS

    At 5:45 AM thundering booms jar me awake. I roll over blinking the fog from my mind as I read the green glow of the clock.
    BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
    I realize it’s my door being pounded on. I sit up alarmed, as I wonder who would be knocking. My phone rings to life and I see that it is my brother calling. Instinctively I answer.
    “Hello?” I grumble.
    “Wes, wake up. Let me and the kids in. It’s freezing out here,” my brother Scott pleads.
    I’m moving for my door before I even think, and find myself unbolting the lock. I swing it open as the blast of cold shocks me awake in spite of my budding hangover.
    “Uncle Wesley!” squeal my niece and nephew as they spill through the door and each wraps themselves around one of my legs.
    “Because of the snow Dad says we get to play with you all day!”
    I look up at my brother with eyes full of betrayal.
    “Wes, you know I wouldn’t ask you if I didn’t absolutely need it. School is closed today and I need the kids with someone I trust,” he explains. “I can’t take the day off and I know you need the money anyway.”
    He stuffs a few hundred dollars in my hand. I look at my older brother and see the determination in his eyes. His mind was made up before he ever got here. I know his job in the service is important, and he knows that I’m in between jobs. I’m not sure who is doing who the favor here.
    “No problem. I can take care of the munchkins today. I mean they can be pretty self sufficient,” I assure both my brother and myself.
    He gives the kids a hug and tells them to look after me with a wink. If I’m ever a father I hope I’m like him. He leaves quickly and I’m left staring at Aubrey and Jackson. They size me up and I realize I’m going to need coffee.
    “You two hungry?” I ask as I fill a coffee pot.
    Jackson doesn’t answer, he is fixed on my Xbox but hasn’t the courage to ask. Aubrey on the other hand is full of energy. She smiles at me with gleeful eyes.
    “I will have some coffee.”
    “I doubt that Aub, how about some cereal?” I counter offer.
    She concedes and I make the same for Jackson. I set Aubrey’s down on the table and Jackson’s on the coffee table. His eyes light up as I turn on the video games for him.
    “I could use some help on my gamer score Jackson. Just don’t tell dad.”
    He just snatches up the controller while Aubrey happily eats her breakfast. It occurs to me that it isn’t even 6:00 AM and these two are wide awake and beaming. I pour coffee into my mug and sit next to my eight year old niece. I take a long sip off the scalding liquid and use it to chase an aspirin.
    “You seem awfully excited. You this happy to be off of school?”
    “Daddy is helping Mommy be happy in heaven,” Aubrey squeals.
    I nearly drop the coffee.
    “What did you say?”
    Jackson looks up, and in the sternest five year old voice I’ve ever heard tells his sister to hush. She blushes trying to hold her excitement back. It’s like trying to turn a river off with a sink faucet.
    “It’s okay,” I nudge her. “What do you mean?”
    Their mother was murdered three and a half years ago. It was a random act of violence that shocked a community. The killer was never caught, and my brother has never let it go. For a brief time he had seemed almost happy again, but lately a bitter Scott was leaking through. He had been working a lot lately, and now I finally wanted to know on what.
    “Daddy says he found another bad man, and he is going to make it fair again,” she explains as she stirs her milk.
    Behind me I hear gunshots as Jackson plays a violent game. I’d pause to rethink that if I wasn’t so rattled about what Aubrey had revealed. I snatch my phone and disappear into the other room. I’m frantically dialing with shaking hands. The phone rings for an eternity until Scott picks up on the other end.
    “Are the kids okay?”
    “They’re fine; except for they think you’re going to kill somebody. What are you doing?” I demand.
    “They don’t know anything and neither should you.”
    “Scott, killing somebody isn’t going to bring her back!”
    “What do you know? I see her every time I look at my kids. They deserve to know that whoever took their mom away has paid for it. I’m going to make sure this time. This has to be the right guy.”
    “What do you mean this time? Scott stop it. You can’t do this.” I plead.
    “Take care of my kids until I get back. It will be over soon.”
    The line goes dead.

  12. qwertykiller

    Cold. Always cold. It had always been cold for him. And the electric bill was too much for him. Working at 3 part time jobs did not help his situation at all. Putting down the book in his hands, Kell walked towards the heater. Not that it keeps me warm anyway, he thought to himself as he slowly edged towards the machine. Just as he was about to press the red “OFF” button, the doorbell rang.

    He walked towards the door, and peered outside. It was Ken. And his daughters. Tsk. Now he had to keep the heater on. Kell opened the door, only to be greeted by a warm hug by his brother. After prying apart his warm hands, he lightly pushed his brother backwards. He hated proximity. “As cold as always, huh, Kell?” Ken commented while grinning.

    “Hell of a weather outside huh?”

    No reply.

    “Heard school’s been canceled, no?”

    No reply.

    “Well, I’m gonna need to go to work now, so could you watch for my daughters for a bit?”

    A moment of silence.

    “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.”

    “Be good, girls!”

    With that, Ken spun around and headed towards his run-down car.

    Before Kell could make another step, Ken walked into the house again. With his boots on.

    “Oh, and Kell? You sure you want to continue like that?”

    Again, the silence greeted him.

    “Tch, fine. Bye.” Ken frowned.

    Once again, the annoying official walked out of Kell’s house. Would be better if he did not come again. Kell thought to himself as he continued towards the kitchen. As he boiled the water over the stove, Kell heard his nieces converse.

    “I don’t like it here with Uncle Kell. He rarely speaks. Why couldn’t Dad leave us with Aunty Macy?” It was Kelly, that voice. The elder sister. Kell found it amusing that Kelly’s name was so similar to his but yet did not like him quite as well, but he did not take offense from her comment. He never liked to speak. It had always brought a chill to his heart.

    “She’s out, Kelly. You know that.” Carol. Kell thought to himself.

    “Argh, why did Dad had to leave us just to play with corpses in his office!” Kelly sighed with frustration. “All he ever does is bringing those damned undead into the office, and sometimes even home.”

    “It can’t be helped you know, Kelly. Hopefully Dad will be faster and find out how to kill zombies.”

    A sigh. “Yeah, I wish.”

    Undead. Zombies. Kill. These words flashed through Kell’s mind. Now that he thought about it, wasn’t Ken working in the biology department? They could not have. They could not have moved him to the Undead department. Or did he volunteer? No way. Kell panicked, putting down the cup he had in his hand, dashed past the two sisters, dumbstruck, and headed towards the road, phone in hand, trying to contact his family.

    No way. No way. He was the one who opposed the most. But this? No way. No way in hell would he try to kill his family.

    The car crash. Blood everywhere. The injection. His family. The memories flashed through Kell’s head as he ran down the lane, to find his brother. If he would even call him his brother any more.

  13. Qkiller

    532 words.

    Cold. Always cold. It had always been cold for him. And the electric bill was too much for him. Working at 3 part time jobs did not help his situation at all. Putting down the book in his hands, Kell walked towards the heater. Not that it keeps me warm anyway, he thought to himself as he slowly edged towards the machine. Just as he was about to press the red “OFF” button, the doorbell rang.

    He walked towards the door, and peered outside. It was Ken. And his daughters. Tsk. Now he had to keep the heater on. Kell opened the door, only to be greeted by a warm hug by his brother. After prying apart his warm hands, he lightly pushed his brother backwards. He hated proximity. “As cold as always, huh, Kell?” Ken commented while grinning.

    “Hell of a weather outside huh?”

    No reply.

    “Heard school’s been canceled, no?”

    No reply.

    “Well, I’m gonna need to go to work now, so could you watch for my daughters for a bit?”

    A moment of silence.

    “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.”

    “Be good, girls!”

    With that, Ken spun around and headed towards his run-down car.

    Before Kell could make another step, Ken walked into the house again. With his boots on.

    “Oh, and Kell? You sure you want to continue like that?”

    Again, the silence greeted him.

    “Tch, fine. Bye.” Ken frowned.

    As he boiled the water over the stove, Kell heard his nieces converse.

    “I don’t like it here with Uncle Kell. He rarely speaks. Why couldn’t Dad leave us with Aunty Macy?” It was Kelly, that voice. The elder sister.

    “She’s out, Kelly. You know that.” Carol. Kell thought to himself.

    “Argh, why did Dad had to leave us just to play with corpses in his office!” Kelly sighed with frustration. “All he ever does is bringing those damned undead into the office, and sometimes even home.”

    “It can’t be helped you know, Kelly. Hopefully Dad will be faster and find out how to kill zombies.”

    A sigh. “Yeah, I wish.”

    Undead. Zombies. Kill. These words flashed through Kell’s mind. Now that he thought about it, wasn’t Ken working in the biology department? They could not have. They could not have moved him to the Undead department. Or did he volunteer? No way. Kell panicked, putting down the cup he had in his hand, dashed past the two sisters, dumbstruck, and headed towards the road, phone in hand, trying to contact his family.

    No way. No way. He was the one who opposed the most. But this? No way. No way in hell would he try to kill his family.

    The car crash. Blood everywhere. The injection. His family. The memories flashed through Kell’s head as he ran down the lane, to find his brother. If he would even call him his brother any more.

  14. Qkiller

    A lot over the word limit, but I just felt like typing and couldn’t stop. I’ll admit that if I added a lot of useless stuff in, but it just doesn’t feel good if I took some stuff out. My first piece of work here. Enjoy. 😀

    Cold. Always cold. It had always been cold for him anyway. And the electric bill was too much for him anyway. Working at 3 part time jobs did not help his situation at all. Putting down the book in his hands, Kell walked towards the heater. Not that it keeps me warm anyway, he thought to himself as he slowly edged towards the machine. Just as he was about to press the red “OFF” button, the doorbell rang.

    He walked towards the door, and peered outside. It was Ken. And his daughters. Tsk. Now he had to keep the heater on. Kell opened the door, only to be greeted by a warm hug by his brother. After prying apart his warm hands, he lightly pushed his brother backwards. He hated proximity. “As cold as always, huh, Kell?” Ken commented while grinning.

    “Hell of a weather outside huh?”

    No reply.

    “Heard school’s been canceled, no?”

    No reply.

    “Well, I’m gonna need to go to work now, so could you watch for my daughters for a bit?”

    A moment of silence.

    “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.”

    “Be good, girls!”

    With that, Ken spun around and headed towards his run-down car. Weird, Kell thought to himself. A government official, an important one, driving a car like that. With that, Kell closed the door and headed to the kitchen to get the girls some drinks.

    Before he could make another step, Ken walked into the house again. With his boots on.

    “Oh, and Kell? You sure you want to continue like that?”

    Again, the silence greeted him.

    “Tch, fine. Bye.” Ken frowned.

    Once again, the annoying official walked out of Kell’s house. Would be better if he did not come again. Kell thought to himself as he continued towards the kitchen. As he boiled the water over the stove, Kell heard his nieces converse.

    “I don’t like it here with Uncle Kell. He rarely speaks. Why couldn’t Dad leave us with Aunty Macy.” It was Kelly, that voice. The elder sister. Kell found it amusing that Kelly’s name was so similar to his but yet did not like him quite as well, but he did not take offense from her comment. He never liked to speak. It had always brought a chill to his heart.

    “She’s out, Kelly. You know that.” Carol. Kell thought to himself.

    “Argh, why did Dad had to leave us just to play with corpses in his office!” Kelly sighed with frustration. “All he ever does is bringing those damned undead into the office, and sometimes even home.”

    “It can’t be helped you know, Kelly. Hopefully Dad will be faster and find out how to kill zombies.”

    A sigh. “Yeah, I wish.”

    Undead. Zombies. Kill. These words flashed through Kell’s mind. Now that he thought about it, wasn’t Ken working in the biology department? They could not have. They could not have moved him to the Undead department. Or did he volunteer? No way. Kell panicked, putting down the cup he had in his hand, dashed past the two sisters, dumbstruck, and headed towards the road, phone in hand, trying to contact his family.

    No way. No way. He was the one who opposed the most. But this? No way. No way in hell would he try to kill his family.

    The car crash. Blood everywhere. The injection. His family. The memories flashed through Kell’s head as he ran down the lane, to find his brother. If he would even call him his brother any more.

  15. PGS

    Jack called at 7 asking me to watch the kids. A chemist for the CWP Jack worked long hours, and often on weekends. Julie walked out four years ago, leaving him with the twins, so I help out whenever I can. The kids, a mess after she left, now were busy with friends and sports, are much better. Jack, however, seemed to have no reaction. I just figured he shut down, avoiding the whole thing. You know how men are about their feelings.
    Coming into the kitchen, they seemed unusually quiet drying and putting away the dishes. “What are we gonna do, Aunt June?” Sally asked, as the last glass was put away. “Sam wants to make a snow fort for tomorrow.” “Your dad may have other plans for the weekend.” I said, trying to be diplomatic. Spending the day wet and cold was not my idea of fun. “Dad won’t care, he won’t be h….” Sam clamped his hand over his mouth, Sally kicked him. “Your dad didn’t tell me he was out of town!” I said looking at the two shocked and guilty faces. Neither said a word. “All right, out with it.” “What’s up?” After some prying and a few false starts the tears came. Through sobs I gathered Jack told them he had to go to England to supervise a job. The job, a big secret, no one was supposed to know “…but we know he’s lying” sobbed Sally, they started crying again. “Ok” I said, gathering them up for a hug. “We’ll get to the bottom of this” I tried to sound calm. Getting my cell phone, I had one text. “Take care of Sally and Sam and don’t let them eat the vanilla ice-cream.” Not sure what to make of it, but not to ready to share this information, I asked the kids to check out the study. I looked for vanilla ice-cream. Sure enough there was a half-gallon in the freezer. The note on the inside of the lid read, “Janet, I have to leave”. “Take care of Sally and Sam.” “Sell the house. Take the money move to Utah with your mother.” (Funny he said “your mother” not mom.) Taped to the note was a small key. Sending Sam and Sally upstairs to check the bedroom, I called Jack’s office. The mechanical voice “this number has been disconnected”! Calling the FBI I asked for Jack MacAntie, “I’m his sister and need to find him.” Immediately a new voice came on the phone demanding to know where I was, ordering me to stay put. Ten minutes later two big black SUV’s skidded up the driveway, six men jumped out, guns drawn, beating on the door yelling “FBI, Open up!” Looking at the scared faces, I opened the door, all 6 men pushed in at once. As the other 5 went through the house searching for whatever they thought they would find Mr. Jackson told me about Jamal, or Jack as we knew him.

    1. snuzcook

      Good, creative take on the prompt, PGS. It was fun following the weirder and weirder revelations as you doled them out. I found I wanted to read more, partly to find out how the MC could possibly have a brother with a false identity.
      A tip: When you cut and paste or post direct on this site, it is helpful to insert an extra space between each paragraph for ease of reading.

      1. PGS

        Thanks for the complements! Initially this story was much longer. The brother, I had in mind, to be some sort of spy infiltrating the USA!!

        Also, thanks for the tip. I will make a point to leave spaces between paragraphs!

  16. Lyrical

    “Mommy, mommy, the man on the TV said there’s no school!” screamed my eight- year- old daughter as she burst through my bedroom door. Still in bed, buried under the covers, I’d been fighting with the alarm clock for about about ten minutes, my finger on the snooze button ready to tap it again.

    “What”? I said sleepily, and opened my eyes just enough to peer out the window. From where I was laying, I could see large snowflakes falling quickly, the tree branches laden with white.

    “Good, you can watch some cartoons then. I’ll be down in a few minutes to fix breakfast”. I rolled over and sighed, stretching out a bit, thinking of all the plans I’d had for the day that would need to be cancelled.

    I had just put my feet over the edge of the bed when the phone rang, the pitch unusually shrill so early in the morning. “Hello”? I said tentatively. I knew my husband was out on the west coast on a business trip and wouldn’t even be up at this hour.

    “Hey sis”, the voice spoke on the other end. “I got a favor to ask you”.

    “Hmmm.. let me guess.. it’s your turn with the kids, and it’s a snow day… and hmmm.. you can’t miss work because you’re in the middle of something important for the government head honchos. Did I get it right?” I tried to sound jovial.

    “You got it”, my brother says quickly. “There’s something going at work that I can’t talk about. You know how it goes”.

    “Bring them over. We’re here.” I answered, trying to sound more than happy to help, but dreading the long day with my five- year- old neice and nephew. The twins had been a real handful since my brother’s divorce a year ago, and the kids were acting out a bit.

    So there I was with the twins and my daughter, the snow falling, and the prospect of the long day loomed ahead of me. As soon as my brother’s car had left the driveway, the twins began to whine. “we’re bored… we don’t have our toys and we want something to eat!”

    I pleaded with my eight- year- old to search her closet for some things they could play with while I scrambled some eggs and put some bread in the toaster.

    “Sit down at the table.” I said, as I put some blank paper and some crayons in front of them. “Breakfast will be ready in a minute”.

    The twins took the bait quickly and went at drawing some pictures on the blank paper. When the eggs were done, I buttered the toast, and placed a child portion of the breakfast on their plates.

    “Here you go” I said cheerfully, and began removing the paper and crayons from the table.

    As I picked up my nephew’s picture, my eyes were riveted on his illustration, depicting a scene so violent in nature that I gasped out loud. I then glanced over at my niece’s artwork and saw a similar drawing. Both revealed frightening looking alien- type creatures with various types of weapons attacking humans. My jaw must have dropped as I studied their creations.

    “Do you like them Auntie? Daddy said if we ever see these aliens, we’re supposed to run into a special room he made in the basement” my neice reports matter-of-factly.

    Hearing my daughter’s footsteps, I quickly secured the two pieces of gruesome artwork on top of the refrigerator, away from her young eyes.

    “Mom, I found some dolls, and a couple of games, and a puzzle I had when I was little.” She carried a few things in her hands and plopped them on the kitchen floor. “The rest are in the family room”.

    I was too stunned at the horrific pictures to say a word. I mumbled a “thank you”, proceeded to pour myself a cup of coffee, and sat down across from the twins.

    “So, tell me again what your daddy said?” My eyes searched their two little faces for anything that would offer a clue as to why they would draw such terrible scenes. I found it hard to believe that my brother would put such notions into their young heads and wanted to get to the bottom of this quickly.

    My little neice, in her child-like innocence gave me a sarcastic smirk. “Well he didn’t really TELL us, we listen through the vent sometimes when daddy talks on the phone at night. He’s buyin’ us lots of toys and stuff so we won’t tell about the room he made, and the aliens and… Uncle Mike!”

    At the mention of my husband Mikes name, I shot her a stern look. Upon seeing that, she piped up again “ well ok….I’ll tell you though, but don’t say I did!“

    My nephew interrupted. “Shhhh.. your not supposed to!”

    I looked at both of them quite seriously now and asked my daughter to go find something for them to watch on TV as she had just finished with her breakfast. She left the room and I began to question the twins.

    “You can tell me.” I said as kindly as possible, hoping that my niece would continue to talk.

    “Well, I heard daddy say to somebody on the phone that Uncle Mike is
    training for something like bein’ a spy or somethin’” my 5 year old neice recounted to me between bites of her toast. “Daddy says the aliens are gettin’ closer and he needs everybody to be ready to help”.

    My eyes open wide in disbelief and I look at my nephew for validation of this bizarre revelation. “Is this true?” I just about screamed.

    My nephew nods and says “yup” with his mouth full.

    I could hardly hear the children’s voices then, my heart pounding so loud as I moved across the room to the phone. I dialed my husband’s cell phone number. “Hello?” said a strange male voice on the other end.

    Thinking I had the wrong number, I quickly apologized and hung up. As soon as the phone was back on the hook, it rang.

    “Hello? “ I said tentatively.

    “Honey, did you just call. One of the guys picked it up.”

    “Where are you???” I shouted.. “What are you doing? And did my brother put you up to something?” I was nearly in tears at this point. The twins were looking sheepish, and quietly climbed out of their chairs and ran into the family room to join their cousin.

    “I’m afraid I can’t answer that. “ He responded frankly and with an unusual tone I had never heard him use before.

    “I want you to come right NOW!” I begged. “ Whatever it is, you don’t need to do it!” my face was red with anger now, and I was furious.

    “Please believe me. This is important and involves the safety and security of our country. “ I heard him say, this time with more authority than before.

    Just then the phone went dead, the lights and the TV go out, and the children come screaming into the kitchen.

    THE END

      1. Lyrical

        Good point. It isn’t clear is it.. hmm.. .I was writing under the assumption that the alien invasion was a ways off and wasn’t an imminent threat. The power outage at the end could have either been from the snowstorm or an unexpected invasion :) Thanks for reading. This was my first post.

    1. snuzcook

      I like the many ominous elements you introduced to make the MC squirm and to make the reader squirm along with her. They were not all believable, exactly, but they were introduced at such a pace as to make that fact almost a factor in itself, putting the story on the edge of a comedy-thriller though I don’t think you intended it that way. The power outage was a nice touch for a classic shock ending.
      A few minor issues that a few more pass-throughs would catch, like verb tenses and other editing bits.

  17. Qkiller

    Cold. Always cold. It had always been cold for him anyway. And the electric bill was too much for him anyway. Working at 3 part time jobs did not help his situation at all. Putting down the book in his hands, Kell walked towards the heater. Not that it keeps me warm anyway, he thought to himself as he slowly edged towards the machine. Just as he was about to press the red “OFF” button, the doorbell rang.

    He walked towards the door, and peered outside. It was Ken. And his daughters. Tsk. Now he had to keep the heater on. Kell opened the door, only to be greeted by a warm hug by his brother. After prying apart his warm hands, he lightly pushed his brother backwards. He hated proximity. “As cold as always, huh, Kell?” Ken commented while grinning.

    “Hell of a weather outside huh?”

    No reply.

    “Heard school’s been canceled, no?”

    No reply.

    “Well, I’m gonna need to go to work now, so could you watch for my daughters for a bit?”

    A moment of silence.

    “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.”

    “Be good, girls!”

    With that, Ken spun around and headed towards his run-down car. Weird, Kell thought to himself. A government official, an important one, driving a car like that. With that, Kell closed the door and headed to the kitchen to get the girls some drinks.

    Before he could make another step, Ken walked into the house again. With his boots on.

    “Oh, and Kell? You sure you want to continue like that?”

    Again, the silence greeted him.

    “Tch, fine. Bye.” Ken frowned.

    Once again, the annoying official walked out of Kell’s house. Would be better if he did not come again. Kell thought to himself as he continued towards the kitchen. As he boiled the water over the stove, Kell heard his nieces converse.

    “I don’t like it here with Uncle Kell. He rarely speaks. Why couldn’t Dad leave us with Aunty Macy.” It was Kelly, that voice. The elder sister. Kell found it amusing that Kelly’s name was so similar to his but yet did not like him quite as well, but he did not take offense from her comment. He never liked to speak. It had always brought a chill to his heart.

    “She’s out, Kelly. You know that.” Carol. Kell thought to himself.

    “Argh, why did Dad had to leave us just to play with corpses in his office!” Kelly sighed with frustration. “All he ever does is bringing those damned undead into the office, and sometimes even home.”

    “It can’t be helped you know, Kelly. Hopefully Dad will be faster and find out how to kill zombies.”

    A sigh. “Yeah, I wish.”

    Undead. Zombies. Kill. These words flashed through Kell’s mind. Now that he thought about it, wasn’t Ken working in the biology department? They could not have. They could not have moved him to the Undead department. Or did he volunteer? No way. Kell panicked, putting down the cup he had in his hand, dashed past the two sisters, dumbstruck, and headed towards the road, phone in hand, trying to contact his family.

    No way. No way. He was the one who opposed the most. But this? No way. No way in hell would he try to kill his family.

    The car crash. Blood everywhere. The injection. His family. The memories flashed through Kell’s head as he ran down the lane, to find his brother. If he would even call him his brother any more.

  18. Qkiller

    Cold

    Cold. Always cold. It had always been cold for him anyways. And the electric bill was too much for him anyways. Working at 3 part time jobs did not help his situation at all. Putting down the book in his hands, Kell walked towards the heater. Not that it keeps me warm anyways, he thought to himself as he slowly edged towards the machine. Just as he was about to press the red “OFF” button, the doorbell rang.

    He walked towards the door, and peered outside. It was Ken. And his daughters. Tsk. Now he had to keep the heater on. Kell opened the door, only to be greeted by a warm hug by his brother. After prying apart his warm hands, he lightly pushed his brother backwards. He hated proximity. “As cold as always, huh, Kell?” Ken commented while grinning.

    “Hell of a weather outside huh?”

    No reply.

    “Heard school’s been canceled, no?”

    No reply.

    “Well, I’m gonna need to go to work now, so could you watch for my daughters for a bit?”

    A moment of silence.

    “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.”

    “Be good, girls!”

    With that, Ken spun around and headed towards his run-down car. Weird, Kell thought to himself. A government official, an important one, driving a car like that. With that, Kell closed the door and headed to the kitchen to get the girls some drinks.

    Before he could make another step, Ken walked into the house again. With his boots on.

    “Oh, and Kell? You sure you want to continue like that?”

    Again, the silence greeted him.

    “Tch, fine. Bye.”

    Once again, the annoying official walked out of Kell’s house. Would be better if he did not come again. Kell thought to himself as he continued towards the kitchen. As he boiled the water over the stove, Kell heard his nieces converse.

    “I don’t like it here with Uncle Kell. He rarely speaks. Why couldn’t Dad leave us with Aunty Macy.” It was Kelly, that voice. The elder sister. Kell found it amusing that Kelly’s name was so similar to his but yet did not like him quite as well, but he did not take offence from her comment. He never like to speak. It had always brought a chill to his heart.

    “She’s out, Kelly. You know that.” Carol. Kell thought to himself.

    “Argh, why did Dad had to leave us just to play with corpses in his office!” Kelly sighed with frustration. “All he ever does is bringing those damned undead into the office, and sometimes even home.”

    “It can’t be helped you know, Kelly. Hopefully Dad will be faster and find out how to kill zombies.”

    A sigh. “Yeah, I wish.”

    Undead. Zombies. Kill. These words flashed through Kell’s mind. Now that he thought about it, wasn’t Ken working in the biology department? They could not have. They could not have moved him to the Undead department. Or did he volunteer? No way. Kell panicked, putting down the cup he had in his hand, dashed past the two sisters, dumbstruck, and headed towards the road, phone in hand, trying to contact his family.

    No way. No way. He was the one who opposed the most. But this? No way. No way in hell would he try to kill his family.

    The car crash. Blood everywhere. The injection. His family. The memories flashed through Kell’s head as he ran down the lane, to find his brother. If he would even call him his brother anymore.

  19. Qkiller

    Cold

    Cold. Always cold. It had always been cold for him anyway. And the electric bill was too much for him anyway. Working at 3 part time jobs did not help his situation at all. Putting down the book in his hands, Kell walked towards the heater. Not that it keeps me warm anyway, he thought to himself as he slowly edged towards the machine. Just as he was about to press the red “OFF” button, the doorbell rang.

    He walked towards the door, and peered outside. It was Ken. And his daughters. Tsk. Now he had to keep the heater on. Kell opened the door, only to be greeted by a warm hug by his brother. After prying apart his warm hands, he lightly pushed his brother backwards. He hated proximity. “As cold as always, huh, Kell?” Ken commented while grinning.

    “Hell of a weather outside huh?”

    No reply.

    “Heard school’s been canceled, no?”

    No reply.

    “Well, I’m gonna need to go to work now, so could you watch for my daughters for a bit?”

    A moment of silence.

    “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.”

    “Be good, girls!”

    With that, Ken spun around and headed towards his run-down car. Weird, Kell thought to himself. A government official, an important one, driving a car like that. With that, Kell closed the door and headed to the kitchen to get the girls some drinks.

    Before he could make another step, Ken walked into the house again. With his boots on.

    “Oh, and Kell? You sure you want to continue like that?”

    Again, the silence greeted him.

    “Tch, fine. Bye.” He frowned.

    Once again, the annoying official walked out of Kell’s house. Would be better if he did not come again. Kell thought to himself as he continued towards the kitchen. As he boiled the water over the stove, Kell heard his nieces converse.

    “I don’t like it here with Uncle Kell. He rarely speaks. Why couldn’t Dad leave us with Aunty Macy.” It was Kelly, that voice. The elder sister. Kell found it amusing that Kelly’s name was so similar to his but yet did not like him quite as well, but he did not take offence from her comment. He never like to speak. It had always brought a chill to his heart.

    “She’s out, Kelly. You know that.” Carol. Kell thought to himself.

    “Argh, why did Dad had to leave us just to play with corpses in his office!” Kelly sighed with frustration. “All he ever does is bringing those damned undead into the office, and sometimes even home.”

    “It can’t be helped you know, Kelly. Hopefully Dad will be faster and find out how to kill zombies.”

    A sigh. “Yeah, I wish.”

    Undead. Zombies. Kill. These words flashed through Kell’s mind. Now that he thought about it, wasn’t Ken working in the biology department? They could not have. They could not have moved him to the Undead department. Or did he volunteer? No way. Kell panicked, putting down the cup he had in his hand, dashed past the two sisters, dumbstruck, and headed towards the road, phone in hand, trying to contact his family.

    No way. No way. He was the one who opposed the most. But this? No way. No way in hell would he try to kill his family.

    The car crash. Blood everywhere. The injection. His family. The memories flashed through Kell’s head as he ran down the lane, to find his brother. If he would even call him his brother any more.

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