Stories and thoughts about being a queer girl geek in the 21st Century.
Interrogation
“You need to make a confession.” Andrea demanded. She pinned Terri down so she couldn’t move.
“I’m innocent.” Terri declared.
“Don’t give me that!” Andrea insisted. “I know you ate all the chocolate-chip cookies.”
Joanne Fisher
Word count: 33 + prompt
This was written with the prompt confession provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #308.
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Surviving
Once I awoke from out of my coma, they informed me I had been in a car accident. They did cognitive tests to understand the extent of my brain damage.
It wasn’t until I saw my family that I learned Maria, my girlfriend, had died in the crash. Was it really surviving to go on living without her, I wondered.
Joanne Fisher
Word count: 59 + prompt
This was written with the prompt cognitive provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #306.
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Unrepentant
“After we broke up, you began telling all sorts of vicious lies about me. I lost many friends because of you. Why did you do that?” Annalise asked. Samantha shrugged her shoulders dismissively.
“I needed to hate you, and I wanted our friends to hate you too.” Samantha responded.
“I knew you’d be unrepentant, but can’t you at least say sorry?”
“Is there any point if I don’t mean it?”
Joanne Fisher
Word count: 69 + prompt
This was written with the prompt unrepentant provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #305.
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©2023 Joanne Fisher
Music From Another Room
I loved her, more than I would ever admit. She didn’t love me though. I was quite certain of that. One morning I found her knocking on my front door. She had a basket in her left hand.
“I’m surprised to see you.” I told her as I opened the door. She smiled.
“Hi Jo, I did some baking this morning, and thought of you.” She stated. In the basket were cookies with love hearts cut into them.
“Thanks.” I said taking them.
“Look into my eyes.” She requested. I looked and was immediately lost. They were impossibly blue.
Joanne Fisher
Word count: 99
This was written with the prompt impossibly blue provided by the Carrot Ranch March 27 Story Challenge.
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Revenge is a Dish Best Served Cold
Her name was Gloria, and she was the most popular girl in school. With long blonde hair and the perfect figure, she was too good to be true. Even I worshipped her from afar. I only went to the football games to watch her cheerleading. She, of course, didn’t know I existed, which wasn’t surprising since I was the nerdy dyke of the school. She once talked to me: “Out of my way Cheesebreath!” I’ve remembered those words long after high school, like today when I’m looking at her resume and about to interview her for a job vacancy.
Joanne Fisher
Word count: 99
This was written with the prompt Gloria provided by the Carrot Ranch March 6 Story Challenge.
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A Better View
Cindy climbed up into the treetops. Looking south, she saw the forest going on forever. Looking north, more forest, but also a golden city, maybe the Queen’s city.
“Having a good eyeful are ya?” Said a voice. Looking down she saw an angry pixie. “This is my vantage point!”
“Sorry.” Cindy said and she went back down.
“What did you see?” Jess asked.
“Forest.”
Joanne Fisher
Word count: 63 + prompt
This was written with the prompt treetop provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #301.
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Waiting in the Dark
It was past midnight now and Alison lay in bed listening. Tiffany wasn’t back yet, and so she waited.
Eventually she heard a car stop and then drive off. The front door opening and closing, and Tiffany’s soft footsteps coming up the stairs. Not long after that, Tiffany gently slipped into the bed, presumably so not to wake Alison, and then she turned over and went to sleep.
Tomorrow Alison could ask Tiffany where she was spending her time every late evening this week, but then she was terrified of what Tiffany might actually say…
Joanne Fisher
Word count: 94 + prompt
This was written with the prompt midnight provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #300.
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Breakfast in Faerie
Jess and Cindy went downstairs for breakfast. They saw many others sitting at the tables. Jess ordered some breakfast. A few moments later it was set down in front of them. Jess spread a thin smear of jam across some bread and took a bite. She then looked astonished.
“You have got to try this.” Jess insisted handing the bread to Cindy. She took a bite. It was as if she was eating the ripest and sweetest strawberries she had ever tasted.
“Wow!” Cindy stated. She knew any jam she now ate at home would never taste as good.
Joanne Fisher
Word count: 99
This story follows The Inn
This was written with the prompt a smear of jam provided by the Carrot Ranch February 13 Story Challenge.
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Fantasy Tavern by fmikeart
The Inn
“Welcome, ah, humans. Two human females! How interesting.” The Innkeeper said. He was tall with a long brown beard. There were two prominent horns on his head.
“Hi!” Cindy said. “We’re wanting a room.”
“Certainly.” The Innkeeper replied.
“And one bed.” Jess added.
“No problem.” The Innkeeper handed Cindy a key. “Your room is on the top floor.”
“Thanks.” They both felt thankful they had a place to stay for the night.
Joanne Fisher
Word count: 71 + prompt
This was written with the prompt key provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #297.
This story follows What Happens in Faerie…
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I Can See Cleary Now
“I can see clearly now the rain has gone…” Sofia sang along to the car radio. Phillipa, who was driving, joined in.
Sofia’s father had beaten her when he found out she was gay and had a girlfriend. He forbade her to see Phillipa again. Social workers intervened once the bruises became obvious and she ended up in foster care.
Now that school was over, Sofia and Phillipa packed all their things and headed to the city where they would live together. It would take time for Sofia’s scars to heal, but she was in a better place now.
Joanne Fisher
Word count: 99
When I’m in a deep depression I do like listening to the song I Can See Clearly Now as it helps remind me the darkness will clear eventually.
I was lucky, my family has always been supportive, but I have friends who weren’t so fortunate…
This was written with the prompt of writing a story with optimism provided by the Carrot Ranch January 23 Story Challenge.
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