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Suspenseful Encounter – Fiction Short Story — Humor — Tabletop

‘You enter a dank cave with a stream flowing through the centre,’ Michael narrated. ‘Stalactites hang loosely on its ceiling and just as you enter, you hear one rattling as though it’s about to fall.’

Nigel, Samantha, Miriam, and Luke all looked at each other surreptitiously.

‘On one side of the stream there are two cave corridors that lead to different sections of the cave,’ Michael went on, ‘but that side eventually comes to a stop, and on the other side a path that leads to the far end where the cave continues. What do you do?’

‘Well, I want to deal with that loose stalactite before we go any further,’ stated Luke.

‘Yeah, for sure!’ Samantha agreed.

‘Go ahead,’ said Michael.

‘So I shoot an arrow at the stalactite to send it down before it can harm us,’ said Luke.

‘Okay!’ declared Michael. ‘The stalactite comes crashing down and shatters. Unfortunately, you’re all too close and its shards hit you.’

‘Aw, damn!’ sighed Nigel.

‘Everyone, roll for a save,’ Michael prompted.

Everyone rolled. Nigel declared a 1, Luke a 5, Samatha a 12, and Miriam, ‘Nat 20, baby!’

‘Okay, so Miriam takes no damage, Samantha, with a 12, you only take 3 damage. Luke, you take 5 damage, and Nigel, good thing you’re a tank, you take 10 damage.’

‘Yeah, I thought it was going to be something like that,’ lamented Nigel.

‘So now that that’s taken care of,’ began Samantha, ‘I say we go to one of the cave corridors.’


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Like Father, Not Like Sons Pt. 5: Changes – Fiction Short Story — Action — Thriller

‘Johnny? Johnny, come on, stay with me. Johnny!’

‘Shut up!’ the lackey complained.

Simon stared at Johnny’s unconscious form during the entire trip, a lump in his throat. Trepidation overtook him, he was convinced he was going to die.

The van stopped and Simon’s heart skipped a beat. The door to the back of the van opened and Tyler loomed like a shadow against the beam of light that came from the warehouse behind him. Simon squinted, his eyes hurting from the sudden light.

Tyler barked orders to Alia and Blake who grabbed Simon and Johnny.

‘He’s lost consciousness! Careful!’ protested Simon as Alia grabbed Johnny.

She looked over at Tyler.

‘Check him,’ Tyle instructed.

Alia nodded once and checked that Johnny wasn’t faking. He wasn’t, Simon knew he wasn’t. Alia then checked his pulse.

‘Pulse is weak, father. Should we just end him now?’

Tyler sighed loudly, looking over at Blake. ‘You just had to shoot him.’

‘What? He had one over you!’ insisted Blake.

Tyler waved a hand dismissively. ‘Get him upstairs anyway. We’ll inject him with some stimulants. I want him awake for the big moment.’

Simon swallowed hard. He didn’t know what that entailed but he certainly didn’t like the sound of it.

Alia got behind him and pushed him forward, pressing her gun to his back. ‘Try anything and you’re dead, boy, you hear me?’

Simon nodded, gulping down the sick feeling he had and he staggered forward, following his father up the stairs to a large loft.

Blake let Johnny drop to the floor with a loud thud. Simon jerked in place with shock.

‘Stimulants now, or…?’ began Blake.

‘Tyler, we have a new guest!’ shouted one of the lackeys.

Simon turned to see one of Salazar’s men coming up from the stairs with a fearful-looking Rita. She was shaking from head to toe, whimpering beneath the man’s gaze. He thrust her forward and she fell to her hands and knees near Simon.

‘I’m glad to see not all of you were taken in by the cops,’ Tyler grinned.

‘Thought she might be a fun addition to the party, seeing as how she’s been working with your boy for a while.’

Rita glanced up at Simon, then at the table that stood a few feet from where she was. Salazar’s lackey smirked and pulled out his gun, aiming at Rita.

‘And now the fun begins,’ he declared.

Simon held his breath as chaos ensued around him before his brain registered what was happening.


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Like Father, Not Like Sons Pt. 4: Quiet – Fiction Short Story — Action — Thriller

The pain John felt was excruciating. He’d had worse injuries, but if the gunshot wound wasn’t treated soon, he would lose enough blood to lose consciousness and then eventually die. He was acutely aware of Tyler’s lackey who stood guard over them, so John had to be careful what he said.

At least his earpiece was switched back on now. He didn’t know if anyone could hear him, they had probably closed everything up, but it was worth the attempt to get backup.

Simon lay on his side next to John who lay flat on his stomach. His brother glanced down at the blood that pooled on the van’s floor. He seemed mesmerized by it and terrified at the same time. John had to admit, he was feeling pretty terrified as well. If he didn’t calm his nerves, his racing heart would pump all his blood out through his wound.

‘Simon,’ John whispered. Simon tore his eyes away from the blood and met John’s gaze. ‘I’m sorry, you know.’

Simon stared at him for a moment. ‘I know,’ he said at last.

‘I’m your older brother. I wanted to protect you.’ All John had ever wanted to do was protect his brother. ‘I did you wrong, though.’

Aside from the humming of the van, it was quiet, as was it on the other end of John’s earpiece.

‘It’s okay, Johnny.’

‘I didn’t want this. I didn’t want it to end like this, Simon.’ John felt the trickle of a tear run from his eyes and saw Simon’s eyes sparkle with tears. John heaved shakily.

‘There a reason this is still on?’ came Chief Officer Graham’s voice from the other end of John’s earpiece.


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Like Father, Not Like Sons Pt. 3: Beginning – Fiction Short Story — Action — Thriller

Simon let it all sink in, slowly realizing just how much his brother had risked his life for him and their mother, just how much Johnny had done to keep them safe from their criminal father, let alone what he’d suffered at his hands. Simon realized Johnny hadn’t picked the wrong side, he had just needed to stay away to keep them safe.

Simon looked over at Johnny, suddenly overwhelmed with grief and he blinked back tears. Johnny noticed and his expression softened. Simon wanted to reach over to him but, bound as they were, all he could do was bow his head and hope his brother knew he was forgiven.

Simon looked up at their father. The man with the strong build whose neck muscles and veins bulged smiled sinisterly, and the man who stood behind Johnny, Blake, and the woman behind Simon, Alia, laughed condescendingly.

‘So when did this happen?’ Simon asked carefully. ‘I reckon I’m the youngest of all siblings.’

‘You are,’ replied Tyler. ‘I reckon I should start from the beginning. Before I met your bitch of a mother–’

‘Don’t call her that!’ demanded Johnny.

‘Careful, boy, you’re in no position to make any demands here,’ warned Tyler. He took a few paces and started over. ‘Before I met your bitch of a mother,’ he added extra emphasis on the insult, ‘I had some fun with some whores. Alia is the eldest and deserves only respect. She found me after her mother had told her who her father was and when she learnt who I was, she wanted in. She was thirteen when she joined me and has been an important member of my operations since. She is a leader in her own right.’

‘You’re too kind, father,’ Alia said. ‘It’s only because I learnt from you.’ Tyler smiled warmly at Alia.

Simon hissed. He must’ve been five if not younger when Alia joined their father, and Simon realized just how far his father’s schemes dated back.


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