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Short Story #21: Sing the way you Live.
By Brandon M. Bird
List of Words:
1. Mud.
2. Gravy.
3. Violin.
Words given by someone on DeviantArt.

“Cut it out, guys! Give it back!” A young girl, around the age of seven called out to two young boys, age eight and nine, who were tossing her violin case back and forth over a mud puddle that remained from last night's rain. School had just let out and the two boys noticed Darlene Crabtree carrying her violin case as she walked out the door.

“No way! This is fun!”

“No it isn't! You're mean!”

One of the boys gave out a long gasp. “I'm gonna tell the teacher you called us mean!”

“The teacher will get you in trouble!” The other boy interjected.

The first then spoke again. “You'll get in so much trouble, your parents will be told and then your parents will get you in trouble too!” As he said this, he had looked briefly to Darlene, and as he did, he missed the violin case, which resulted in it crashing into the mud. “Oh well, was fun while it lasted. Let's go, Timmy!”

“Yeah, was fun, let's go Tommy!”

The two boys ran off, leaving a sad little girl crying as she knelt beside her violin case, which had a violin in it. As she cried, and students in the distance were going to their parent's cars, or the older ones who were walking off of school grounds to walk home, one person noticed little Darlene there with her treasured instrument case in the mud. This person was a teacher, one that students had come to respect or fear, depending on their and their friend's  interactions with said teacher.

“There there, little one, don't fret, it isn't ruined.” The teacher picked up the case and let the mud drip off back into the mud puddle, the puddle itself now looking like gravy on mashed potatoes that had been disturbed by a spoon that landed in it and was then pulled back out.

Darlene looked up to the teacher and sniffed. “It's ruined!” She began to cry even louder, her hands covering her eyes.

“No it isn't, look, see?” The teacher pulled out a special bottle and sprayed it onto the case where mud remained. It was not long before the extra mud began to slide right off.

Darlene took her hands from her eyes, and through the tears, she saw what seemed like magic. “Wow! How did you do that?!” She grabbed the violin case and held it out in front of her and looked at it, then at the teacher, then back at the case. It was almost like a brand new case.

“Well, I'll tell you, but can you promise not to tell anyone?” Darlene nodded and had her fingers act as if she was zipping her lips and throwing the key away. The teacher then leaned down to whisper in her ear. “It's magic!” The teacher then quickly returned to her previous position. “But don't tell anyone. If they knew I had magic, everyone would want me to help them with everything.”

Darlene tilted her head as she held the violin case close to her. “You don't want to help everyone?”

The teacher shook her head. “I love to help people. But a person can only do so much. If everyone wanted help with everything, I would die from exhaustion because I could never sleep. Sleep is important, isn't it?”

Little Darlene looked like she was thinking about it, then shook her head. “Yes. My mommy reads to me every night when I lay down to sleep. She sings to me too sometimes! I wish I could sing like her. That's why I got the violin!”

The teacher's head tilted slightly. “Why did you get the violin?”

“So I could play music for my mommy's singing! I want to be a musician one day, and go on stage to play while my mommy sings for everyone to hear!”

“I see. That is a great idea.”

“You know what else?”

“No. What?”

“When I sing, my mommy always reminds me to sing how I live.”

“She is smart.”

She nodded her head in response. “I asked her one time how I live, and she said I live free, that people died to fight for my freedom. I want to play my violin for those people too, like daddy. Daddy fought for our freedom too. He's gone now. I miss him.”

A honk sounded, followed by a woman's voice. “Darlene, time to go!” The woman had leaned her head down a bit to see out the window and waved to the teacher.

Darlene turned to see her mother, then quickly turned back to the teacher. “That's my mommy! Thank you for helping me! I got to go! See you!” She quickly turned around and ran to her mother's car, opening the door, climbing in, and closing the door. She then began to buckle herself in as the car drove away.

The teacher watched as some of the words the little girl said rung through her mind. 'Sing like you live; free. I like that. I think I know someone who needs to hear that.'

The teacher then turned to head on to their car to drive home. Many thoughts ran through their mind that evening as memories of times past came up, as well as thoughts to the very near future. When they were much younger, they were made fun of by many for something that, at this point, people did not seem to mind anymore, at least not people of their age. But the words of one individual had cut them more than any other ever could. That individual was a long past friend whose words broke their friendship. Lately, the teacher had been thinking about that friend a lot, knowing some of that incident was not only their friend's fault, but both of them had a part to play in it, and an apology was needed, even if it had been many years. Even if their friend would not forgive or apologize in return, they wanted to have closure in this matter of their life, feeling as though it would help them live a little more freer than they had been for most of their life by now. It was time to make amends for the past so that the future could become brighter.
Short Story #21: Sing the way you Live.
This story takes place some years after Short Story #14, where the character in that story has become a teacher.

Precedes this story:
Short Story #14: Life can be Cruel.

Proceeds this story:
None yet.

More to come.

This is part of a series I am doing in taking random words and phrases, generally that people have given me, friends or strangers, and creating a story inspired by them. 
As an example, the words that helped inspire this story were:
1. Mud.
2. Gravy.
3. Violin.
These words were given by mrhungry56 
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Short Story #20: A Dark World Given New Light
By Brandon M. Bird
List of Words:
1. Turret
2. Banana.
3. Stick Figure.
Words given by a good friend.

“So, this is how it ends. Earth's final day decided by the battle between a human and a shape shifter. Kind of poetic, don't you think? The dominant life Earth raised up created the beings that will destroy their home planet. Makes you want to cry, doesn't it, Gareth?”

“Shut it, Morgan. You won't destroy this planet if I have anything to say about it.”

“And how are you going to get to the turret in time? There is no way you could ever get past me in time to stop it from blasting your precious home world to smithereens!”

“We'll see about that!” Gareth charged forward, drawing his sword in one hand and a pistol in the other. He shot at Morgan then went in to strike with his blade.

Morgan morphed into a fox to avoid the bullets, then into a rat to avoid the blade. “You have to do better than that!” He quickly jumped behind and morphed into a bear and whacked Gareth with his claws, sending Gareth to the ground with blood on his back. “I told you there is no hope for your planet! You can't beat me, you pathetic human! Why do you fight this?”

Gareth pushed himself back up and stood to his feet. “Because my grandmother loved this planet. She told me stories about when she was a young girl. She would run around in the meadows, enjoying the breeze and the flowers, the animals and the sky. She enjoyed the clouds and trees, and everything. Her stories are why I decided to defend this planet, to defend the beauty the planet holds. To protect all of the humans down there, so they can enjoy that beauty!”

“Gah! Humans are disgusting! They tear up everything they touch! The planet would be far better without humans!”

“Says you! They created you!”

“What does that have to do with anything? Just because my mother gives birth to me, doesn't mean I won't kill her for tormenting me and experimenting on me!”

“Stop bringing your childhood into this, Morgan. We are talking about lives down there. Human lives.”

“Human lives? Don't you mean scum?”

“What should we call the product of scum then?”

“The same thing you would call the product of plants. Life giving air. Humans have produced that which will free up this galaxy of the toxin this planet has unleashed upon it!”

“Obviously there is no reasoning with you!  I had hoped...”

“Hoped what? That I would suddenly decide human life was worth something? You have quite the imagination. Humans have been a pain to everything they touch, so I'm going to do what everyone else has wanted to do for a over a hundred years.”

As Morgan spoke, Gareth began to run towards the tower with all his speed.

“Don't think you can outrun me!” Morgan shifted into a wolf and ran quickly to catch up, but as he ran, suddenly he slipped on a banana peel and made a strange sound of confusion which caused Gareth to look, but not for long when he realized Morgan had some how slipped, giving him more time to get to the turret where the weapon was stationed.

Morgan got up again and began running, but suddenly a human-sized stick figure stood in the way using a boxer's stance. Morgan lunged at it, but it punched him under the jaw which sent him to the ground.

“Grrr! What is this?!” Morgan leaped again, but was knocked to the ground once more by this strange stick figure. “This isn't right at all! WHAT IS THIS?!” He lunged again, and again was knocked to the floor. Humans can't do a thing to stop their planet from being destroyed, but THIS blocks my way?!”

Gareth didn't turn around to look because he could hear the count down timer now and he was focused on stopping the weapon. “T-minus two minutes until Planetary Destruction.” The computer voice echoed in his head as he opened the door. He began to run up the stairs to the top and found the control panel.

“GET BACK HERE!” Morgan morphed into a giant black bear and hit the stick figure, knocking it to the ground. “Take that! Now move!” He ran past the stick figure only to step on a bear trap which cut his leg. The pain immediately caused him to change back to his regular form, the bear trap still tight on his leg. “GAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!”

Gareth searched frantically at the control panel to determine how it would be set up. “T-minus one minute until Planetary Destruction.” The computer voice was louder now, and a beeping sound began to sound every five seconds which interrupted his train of thought briefly.

Morgan took the bear trap off and began limping to the door and worked his way upstairs. “GAAARRREEEETTTHHHHH!!! I WILL DESTROYYY YOUU!”

“Please, Gareth, you can make it. I did all I could.” A young woman said to herself as she watched from a hidden doorway.

'Hurry, Gareth, hurry, the world depends on you. Wait, what is this?' Gareth pushed a button which opened a hatch which showed a big red button. 'Is this what I think it is?' “T-minus thirty seconds until Planetary Destruction.”

Morgan was now up the stairs and behind Gareth. He lunged at him, grabbing onto Gareth's back as to pull him back, but the pain in his leg shot and he fell forward and knocked Garth's hand onto the button. “Self-destruct has been activated. Planetary Destruction has been postponed. T-minus thirty seconds until Self-destruct.”

Morgan yelled in pain and anger. He pulled hard back with his weight and fell to the ground, pulling Gareth with him. “YOU DIE NOW!” Morgan changed his hand into a bear claw and began to maul Gareth. Gareth pushed himself away and then punched Morgan. The pain combined with the pain in his leg, caused Morgan's hand to change back.

“T-minus ten seconds until Self-destruct.”

“I have to go. I hope this was enough.” The young woman said to herself as she closed the door, and the door vanished from the scene.

Morgan and Gareth grabbed each others' arms and kept the other from doing anything more to the control panel.

“Self-destruct commencing.” The computer voice called as a vibration shook the entire station. Eight seconds later as the two still fought, the station blew up in a series of twenty-nine explosions strategically placed to ruin all technology from the station so that none of it could be used if any part was salvaged.

The Earth was saved, but none on Earth would know what happened. Reports would come in that a station took orbit around the Earth and destroyed all of Earth's defenses and satellites. But beyond that, the space station blew up, and no one could figure out why. The hero would not be known for he had acted alone. But even though he would not be remembered, he did what he dedicated himself to do. Preserving the planet so that the beauty on the planet could be observed by the growing generations to come. And that is all he ever wanted to begin with.
Short Story #20: A Dark World Given New Light
A story that takes place some time during the war between Shape Shifters and Humans.

Precedes this story:
Short Story #17: Camouflaged Deception

Proceeds this story:
None yet.

More to come.

This is part of a series I am doing in taking random words and phrases, generally that people have given me, friends or strangers, and creating a story inspired by them. 
As an example, the words that helped inspire this story were:
1. Turret.
2. Banana.
3. Stick Figure.
These words were given by Q-arts 
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I need several sets of 3 words/things as soon as possible. I have in mind several Short Stories to continue the Short Story series, and it'll be best if I can write them all at once and then just periodically post them. These short stories will begin to tie in the more obscure stories to the main picture that has been beginning to slowly form.
So, please, send me any 3 words/things. They can be completely random, I'll use whatever you all throw at me. But please, send them soon, because I need them while my mind is on this track.
Thank you in advance!
Sincerely,
Brandon M. Bird
I need several sets of 3 words/things as soon as possible. I have in mind several Short Stories to continue the Short Story series, and it'll be best if I can write them all at once and then just periodically post them. These short stories will begin to tie in the more obscure stories to the main picture that has been beginning to slowly form.
So, please, send me any 3 words/things. They can be completely random, I'll use whatever you all throw at me. But please, send them soon, because I need them while my mind is on this track.
Thank you in advance!
Sincerely,
Brandon M. Bird
I need several sets of 3 words/things as soon as possible. I have in mind several Short Stories to continue the Short Story series, and it'll be best if I can write them all at once and then just periodically post them. These short stories will begin to tie in the more obscure stories to the main picture that has been beginning to slowly form.
So, please, send me any 3 words/things. They can be completely random, I'll use whatever you all throw at me. But please, send them soon, because I need them while my mind is on this track.
Thank you in advance!
Sincerely,
Brandon M. Bird

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thank you so so so so so much for the favorite! I'm so glad you liked it!
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