- Marissa Scott
- Paige Prince | @paige_prince
- Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
- Tina Glasneck | @TinaGlasneck
- Silver James | @SilverJames_
- Mark A. Morris
- Melissa Bennett
- Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
- Paul Piatt
- Angela K Roe | @AngelaKRoe
- Mark Ethridge | @mysoulstears
- Kelly Heinen | @Aightball
Angela K. Roe | @AngelaKRoe
Siobhan says: Haven't we all been there? Desperately needing the life-giving force of coffee only to be stuck in a sea of metal humanity on cold concrete. Hehehe Job security for a barista indeed. Made me laugh.
Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
Siobhan says: What I really liked about this tale, as odd and off the wall as it seemed, was Larry stuck to his guns. He stood up for his hard limits and that's something you don't see very often in real life or in fiction, particularly in male characters. Well done.
Mark Ethridge | @mysoulstears
Siobhan says: This is an uncomfortable tale, but I admit there's been times when I wished I could stand up or take down those intending violence toward others. To make the world safer for those who often get victimized. Thank you, Mark, for providing that fictional avenger.
Mark A. Morris
Siobhan says: Bwahahahahaha! Talk about having some fishy problems. What I loved about this story was the setup as being a typical plumbing problem. Everyone has had their basement flooded. This flooding, however, comes with a special addition, and the only way to clear it is with a sacred circle. I laughed hard at that. Thanks, Mark.
“What do you mean? You never said what it was.”
“Just follow me down to the cellar. You brought your waterproof chalk, like I asked, right?”
Hann nodded, patting the briefcase he was carrying. “I’ve got the whole kit. I’m ready for everything.”
The single bulb swung from the ceiling, casting a dim brown light over the damage. He took eight of the twelve steps down to the basement before stopping, looking back up to Amy who was waiting on the landing space half-way down.
“It’s rather wet,” he said. “Maybe you should have called a plumber. They specialise in these kinds of things.” The water was lapping over the tread of the step beneath him.
“Tried that. The Kraken got him.” She motioned to the corner where there were still some bubbles rising. His tool box was still floating, circling the place where he’d vanished.
Hann sighed, placing his case on the step behind him. He opened the top with a flourish, pulling out his grimoire, three black candles and an antique tinderbox. He lit the candles and the bulb sparked out, a pale green light beginning to pulse through the walls.
A fin appeared above the water and two rows of teeth began to gnash together just before it.
“That’s it. You’ve got him worried,” Amy shouted down to him. “Now, if you can open a portal big enough, you’ll be able to drain the place AND lose Mister Fish!”
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