Short Story/Drabble: The Struggle

She looked him in the eye and saw the end approaching like an oncoming freight train. Even now with the clichés, she thought, and prepared for the worst.

“Listen, can we talk?” He said. He had at least brought coffee and what looked like cookies in a bag.

“Go on then.” She said, pausing her editing to give him her full attention. It was only polite.

“Look, it’s not you…”

“Correct. I’m working damn hard on things from my end.”

“Yeah. I know.” He looked embarrassed. “It’s just, this is all so new for me.”

“Fine. Start the story again.”

Short Story: Sunrise Shenanigans

“So, let me get this straight, you’re telling me that we’re actually living in a magical construct designed to make us think that there’s no such thing as magic.”

“That’s right.”

“You’re also trying to tell me that the sun comes up each morning as a result of a series of spells enacted by wizards that involve a sacrifice; and that you know where the people who run it all are going to be this morning? Have I missed anything?”

“No, that pretty much covers it.”

“You’re mad.”

“Maybe; but don’t you want to know what’s really going on?”



“What were you expecting? Look, if you want me to come running off on one of your hare-brained urban exploration schemes, ask properly. Don’t spin me a line.”

“Well, I just thought -”

“What? How many times have I told you I’m not listening to your bullshit stories any more?”

“But that’s why -”

“Why what?”

“I’m not lying to you. Not this time.”

“So you admit you were lying before?”

“I…Look I know I’ve stretched the truth a bit, exaggerated stuff, but honestly, you really won’t believe what’s going on down there. Don’t you want to be a hero? Stand for something?”

“What on earth are you going on about? And sacrifice? Just what have you been smoking? That’s rank, even for you.”

“It’s what I heard. That the magic needs a special kind of person for it to work – someone who doesn’t believe in spite of everything.”

“Well given it isn’t real, that’s hardly going to be a challenge is it?”

“What if I could prove magic is real?”

“But, it isn’t.”

“What’s this then?”

“Okay, you’re going with a flame out of your thumb? I’ve seen special effects guys do that in how many shows? Forget it. I’m going down the pub. You go play with your new friends and try freaking out some students or something.”

“I really am sorry about this.”


“The sun must rise.”