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    Catslyn's Shorties

    Hey all,
    This thread is for the assorted short stories that I am sometimes plagued to write. They make a nice break from my epics. This first one is entitled, "Stolen." Don't take it too seriously. Others will follow when the mad muse strikes me.

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    Adam walked into his father’s office feeling decidedly nervous. The king had been acting very strange at dinner the evening before. Very strange. And this morning, the prince had found a note that had clearly been slipped under his bedroom door while he was sleeping.

    Dear Adam,
    Please come see me and your mother after your morning ablutions. We have much to discuss.
    Your Loving,
    Father

    So Adam had hurried through his morning bath, took special care in combing his hair and dressing neatly, then set off for the king’s office. Taking a deep breath, he opened the door and stepped inside.

    “You wanted to see me, Father?”

    An exceedingly strained smile on his face, Randor said, “Good morning, Adam,” and gestured the prince to a seat before his desk. Adam expected him to sit down then, but he went to stand before the fireplace instead. Hands clasped behind his back, the king stared into the flames.

    Finally, just when the prince was beginning to doze off, the king said, “Adam, you know your mother and I love you?”

    Sitting up straight, the prince mumbles, “Yes, Father. I know that.”
    Sighing, shoulders slumping, Randor said, “Then I hope you’ll forgive us for lying to you all these years.”

    “What?”

    “Adam, you are not an only child. Your mother and I had two children, a son and a daughter, but one of them was stolen by our enemies while still a baby and spirited away. Now, praise the Elders, that lost child has been returned to us, and we can be a whole family once more.”

    Jumping to his feet, the prince began to yell. “How could you lie to me about something like that Father? “How could you not tell me that I had a sister?”

    Randor turned to face him, a guilty grimace on his face. “Because… because you never had a sister, Adam.” The prince gaped at him. “It was our son, the crown prince who was stolen. But we knew that the kingdom of Eternia would not long survive without a male heir to the throne, so we called upon the Sorceress of Grayskull to aid us in our time of need.”

    “What – what did you do?” Adam asked in a strangled voice.

    “It’s wasn’t easy for us, my darling, but we asked to Sorceress to turn our dear little girl… into a boy.” Walking slowly over, Randor placed his hands on the prince’s shoulders. “My child, you are really our dear daughter, Adora.”

    The world spun dizzyingly as the prince of Eternia fainted in his father’s arms. When he awoke, he was laying on a couch against the back wall of the king’s office. He could hear three voices – his father, his mother, and a strangely familiar male voice.

    “Thank the Elders you have returned to us at last, my son,” Randor was saying to that third voice. “Your sister did the best she could to be you, but she was always too soft-hearted and cowardly to be a real man.”

    “Don’t worry, Father. You can return her to the princess she was meant to be, and I shall protect her,” that third voice said solemnly. Peering up over the edge of the desk, Adam saw a man who looked just like him but with more muscles and stern gaze.

    Crying, the queen said, “At last, my little girl will be returned to me. I can’t wait to dress her up.”

    Jumping up, Adam ran screaming from the room. Maybe Skeletor would let him join up? Maybe he could join a traveling circus? Or maybe he’d just throw himself off the nearest cliff?

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    bad, bad, bad Catsy!

    Eidz is right you are sick!


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    I'm loving the variety here. But "Stolen" is just plain wrong.
    (LOL)
    Last edited by Calliope; March 2, 2005 at 12:32am.

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    The Muse

    Hi folks,
    Here's a new shortie for your enjoyment.
    Catslyn

    ***
    Holding the torch high before him, He-Man brushed away the cobwebs that shrouded the small cave entrance. The journey to the summit of Dark Mountain had been a long and arduous one, and strong though he was, his heart pounded wildly in his chest as he peered into the shadowed gloom.

    Pushing through the cobwebs, he made his way deeper into the cave, his labored breathing the only sound in that awesome stillness. He seemed to walk for hours, passing nothing larger than a stoat. But then, just when he’d begun to doubt the veracity of the old folk tales, a dim light shone up from the depths. He followed it.

    The narrow passage opened abruptly into a vaulted chambers with walls that glimmered like ice melting in the noonday sun. In the center of the chamber, upon a raised dais, stood a woman, short of stature and erect of carriage. About her shrouded form hung many blades – long knives, short swords and needle-sharp daggers caught the glimmer from the walls and reflected it back at him. Her face was hooded, her chin lowered almost to her breast as she gazed into the living ball of flame held in her cupped hands.

    “Calliope...” he whispered, hardly daring to speak at all.

    With a sigh, she lifted her gaze to meet his, and He-Man saw that her eyes were a deep and vibrant yellow, the yellow of cloudy topaz and faded linen. He shivered beneath their harsh gaze.

    “I know why you have come,” she said, “and you’re wasting your time. Worse, you’re wasting mine, as well.”

    “Oh great muse, please, do not turn me away,” he pleaded, dropping to his knees before her. “My need is dire. Can you answer not a single question? Can you not put my mind at ease? I’ve come so far to find you.”

    Calliope dropped her hands to her sides, and the flame vanished, folding in upon itself. “You won’t like my answers, boy.”

    “I must know! Please!”

    “On your head be it then.” A tendril of fine, ashen hair fell across her brow and she blew it absently back into place with a puff of breath. “Ask your question.”

    He swallowed, his throat gone suddenly dry. “Oh great muse, Calliope, will— will my family ever know the truth? Will those who love me ever accept who I really am?”

    The muse snorted. “Technically, that's two questions, but I’ll answer them both since the answers the same.”

    “Yes?” he asked, leaning forward on his knees, gazing avidly up into her eyes.

    “I don’t know.”

    He blinked. “What?”

    She shrugged. “I don’t know, kiddo.”

    He-Man leapt to his feet, his emotions roiling within him, torn between fury, disbelief and despair. “But, you are the author of all our fate! How can you not know?!”

    “That part of the story hasn’t been written yet, and I haven’t had the outline beta-read yet.”

    He-Man gaped at her. “Outline?”

    “I told you that you wouldn’t like the answer.” Pulling a knife from her belt, she poked it in his general direction. “Now git! You still have three chapters you haven’t finished yet, and my tea kettle should be done heating by now.”

    “But, Calliope!”

    “Do you want to wind up married to Evil-Lyn and raising Beastman’s illegitimate offspring?”

    “Ummm… no,” he stuttered, backing slowly away.

    “Then never make a muse write without her tea.” She poked him with the tip of her knife. “Oh, and quit peeking down Teela’s cleavage. It’s not very hero-like.”

    He-Man gasped as he felt all the blood drain from his face. Then, pivoting on his heel, he raced from the muse’s presence. His mother had warned him not to come. Next time, he’d listen.

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    Bwahahahahahahahahaha!!!

    Ah, Catslyn. I knew I loved ya!

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    Quote Originally Posted by catslyn
    Hi folks,
    Here's a new shortie for your enjoyment.
    Catslyn
    And we all know what that means - she's gone off the deep end!

    Quote Originally Posted by catslyn
    “Then never make a muse write without her tea.” She poked him with the tip of her knife. “Oh, and quit peeking down Teela’s cleavage. It’s not very hero-like.”

    He-Man gasped as he felt all the blood drain from his face. Then, pivoting on his heel, he raced from the muse’s presence. His mother had warned him not to come. Next time, he’d listen.
    bwahahahahahahahaha!!!

    If I didn't start coughing any time I tried to laugh out loud, I would have been howling out loud w/ laughter...

    So.... this will have to do:

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    HAHAHAHA! This thread is always worth a laugh.
    Quote Originally Posted by Sandman View Post
    I hate you. So much.

    In regards to my speculation on who Teela's real father is.

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    Sick sick sick sick sick sick sick!

    *uses a hosepipe as a mind enema*

    Nice story

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    Hehe. *HordeGirl is amused*

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    Well I suppose that explains the pink shirts. Great stuff as usual.
    "That's far enough, Skeletor!" I yelled, jumping directly in front of him.

    His jaw dropped in astonishment, he acted like he'd never seen me before.

    "Mend your evil ways, Skeletor." I implored him, "it's never too late to come back to the side of righteousness."

    He continued to stare at me. He made no move to attack, or speak.

    I began to wonder if my words had moved him in some way. I looked back at the others, to see what their reaction was to Skeletor's strange behaviour.

    They were staring at me, diary, mouths agape, like they'd never seen me before.

    It was then I caught a glimpse of my sword, dairy. Except it wasn't my sword...It was my sister's.

    I looked down at my outfit, diary, and wished that the ground would swallow me whole.

    *****
    An excerpt taken from the Prince Adam Diaries

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    Well, that was odd...
    Muah

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    Originally posted by HordeGirl
    Hehe. *HordeGirl is amused*
    Well you would be wouldn't you HG!?

    Still, in the words of Kryten from Red Dwarf.

    Kryten: You are SICK!!!
    Quote Originally Posted by Sandman View Post
    I hate you. So much.

    In regards to my speculation on who Teela's real father is.

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    Heheheh. This was nice and funny.

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    Kryten: You are SICK!!!
    And in the words of Lister:

    'Shut it or I'll beat you to death with the wet end.'

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    Twisted and humorous! I declare this to be the funniest thing I've read all day!

    Wait...had one more...

    Be who you are, not what's cool.

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    Originally posted by Tee-Ra
    Sorry, TR, had to quote you to get the little shocked and confused smile.

    Catsy, wtf is wrong with your mind, you sick sick sick little monkey?!?!?!!?!?!

    I laughed so hard I nearly spilled my coffee.

    Aisleigh

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    I'm glad to see that MY opinion of this lovely little tale is the predominant one among the other fic writers and readers on the org.

    TWISTED!!!!

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    OH MY GOSH!!! ROFL!!! Poor Adam!!!

    I actually enjoyed reding this!


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    Quote Originally Posted by Tyra
    OH MY GOSH!!! ROFL!!! Poor Adam!!!

    I actually enjoyed reding this!

    ROFL!!! This is like Twilight Zone or something.

    But...wouldn't "Adam" have noticed that the, um, plumbing wasn't quite right?

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    Plague of Doubts

    This is an idea I've had for a long time. It could be made into a longer story, and I have plans for such someday. For now, this is what you get. :-)

    ***

    Plague of Doubts

    Mekanek wandered into Man-At-Arms’ laboratory, arms stretched out over his head, yawning loudly. The man himself was standing at a workbench, bent over a microscopic viewer and tapping something into a datapad. “Morning, Mekanek,” Duncan said without looking up from his work. “Did you get enough sleep last night?”

    Mekanek yawned again. “Yeah,” he finally managed to mumble. “I’m just beat overall. It’s been a long week.”

    Man-At-Arms looked up and gave him a smile. “You were a great help to Healer Dorgan this week. “With the Cligian Plague breaking out, I’d hate to think what state we’d be in if we hadn’t finished all the genetic inoculations when we did.”

    Mekanek laughed. “Yeah, I know what you mean.” He pulled a chair out from beneath the workbench and sat down straddling it. “I still can’t believe that we managed to genetically type and inoculate fifteen thousand people in less than a month. I never even got out into the city. I was hip-deep in Masters, courtiers and palace guards who needing typing… and the royal family of course.”

    Mekanek watched Duncan’s reaction closely, and as he’d expected, the other man seemed to freeze for a moment. His immobilization was brief, almost non-existent, but it was telling. He knows I suspect. Elders, that means there is something to suspect.

    Duncan turned and faced Mekanek, leaning back against the counter. For several long second he just stared at his fellow Master, then, hesitantly, he said, “You… typed the royal family yourself?”

    “I did,” Mekanek confirmed.

    “Did anyone help you?”

    “Nope.”

    “I see,” Duncan said quietly.

    And he does see, Mekanek thought nervously. I didn’t want this to be true. Why couldn’t I have been wrong? Damn and blast!

    “You know,” Mekanek said, “they were just inventing genetic typing when I was a scrawny little student. But one of teachers was very scientifically oriented and very forward thinking.”

    “Oh?”

    “Yeah. He taught how to type people. Taught how many different genotype categories there are. Taught how to figure out what a kid’s genotype category would be based on the categories of his parents...” Duncan said nothing, merely watched Mekanek with a blank expression. Only his eyes gave him nerves away. They were dark and filled with growing fear.

    Taking a deep breath, Mekanek went on. “I still remember how it all works, and I noticed something odd while I was typing the royal family.”

    Duncan’s eyes closed and he slumped against the counter. “It would have to you. I suppose it could have been worse though. It could have been someone who would have broadcast the news without coming to me first.”

    “Duncan, I would never do that. But I do think that I deserve some kind of explanation.” His anger growing, the Master leapt to his feet. “What happened? I would have sworn that you and Marlena were devoted to Randor! How could you do this to him? How could either of you do this? What were you thinking?”

    Duncan’s head snapped up. “What?” He shook his head. “No. No, you don’t understand. I – we’d better send for Randor.” So saying, Duncan pulled out a comlink and put a call through to the king. Mekanek dimly heard Randor’s voice responding that he would be there momentarily.

    “Huh?” Mekanek took off his helmet and rubbed his forehead. “You’re turning yourself in?”

    “I think,” Duncan said, “that we had better wait and let Randor explain everything.”

    Mekanek nodded and the two men waited, Mekanek returning to his chair, and Duncan pulling one out for himself. They sat in silence. When Randor came in and saw them, he stopped cold in his tracks.

    “What on Eternia has happened?” he demanded, his eyes very wide. “You two look as if someone has died!” When they started to stand, he waved them back to their seats and pulled out a crate to sit on. “Well?”

    “Mekanek did the genetic typing for your inoculations,” Duncan began.

    “Is that all?” Randor exclaimed.

    “He knows, sire.”

    The king grinned wryly. “Well, there’s a reason that I told Dorgan to do ours himself or to have someone he utterly trusted do them. In fact, I suggest Mek here as an alternative.”

    Mekanek’s jaw dropped. “You suggested me? But – ” He could find no further words. Randor knows…

    “Mekanek thinks Marlena and I had an affair,” Duncan said, cutting into the stunned silence.

    “Well we can’t let him think that,” Randor said softly, patting his anxious looking man-at-arms on the shoulder. “Relax, Duncan. He’ll understand.”

    “Understand what?” the Master squeaked. “Duncan is Adam’s father!”

    “His biological father, yes,” Randor said calmly. His tone and expression were calm and completely untroubled, further confusing the Master. “I am his father, Mekanek. I just am not his blood father. Duncan performed that – invaluable – service for me.”

    “So you knew all along?”

    “Of course I did.” Randor sighed sadly. “I’m sterile, Mek. I have been every since Keldor hit me with that spell on the plains of Tarsos. The radiation messed everything up. Marlena knew, and we were both willing to adopt, but then the Elders make me the bloody king. Suddenly, well, we had to have a child that looked like he really was mine.”

    “So Duncan and Marlena… ”

    “Nothing so vulgar,” Duncan hissed. “Dorgan took a sample of my – ”

    “Never mind!” Mekanek said quickly. “I get the idea.”

    “You won’t tell anyone, will you?” Randor asked quietly.

    “Is that an order from my king?”

    Randor shook his head. “No. Just a request from a worried father. Adam… wouldn’t understand. Especially not now, when he’s going through that hard age.”

    “I’ll never breathe a word!” Mekanek swore. “Never.”

    “Thank you,” Randor and Duncan said in unison, and Mekanek was struck by just how far Randor’s man-at-arms would go in the service of his king. Randor is raising Duncan’s son while Duncan raises someone else’s daughter. The world is an odd place.
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    Cooooooooooooooooooooool!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    I love it.
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    *blinks* Well THAT was different.

    I mean, wow.

    wtf goes though your mind when you write this stuff Catsy?

    Aisleigh

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    oooooooh wicked! How devilish of you catsy!
    *****
    "It's a moo point. Kind of like a cow's opinion, it's doesn't matter. It's moo." - Joey Tribbiani.

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    Weird. That's all I can say. Good story, though. I wonder what evil and twisted plot to mess with our heads Catslyn will come up with next?

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    Heheheh


    To the first one. I see in that reality The Socress knows about Jusenkyo. Spring of Drowned boy+ the locking ladle= Instant Prince.

    As for the second: Adam had better sure as hell hope this isn't a Star Wars senario and Adam and Teela are related.

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