Blinded by the Light – a Caveat Emptor Curiosity

Another day, another micro-fic prompt. This one from Kahlan’s Fantasy & Paranormal Romance.

Writing Prompt: Reluctantly, he handed over the key…

I changed the “he” to “I” because this is another story set in Caveat Emptor Curiosities, my shoppe of weird items, and I quickly realized that the narrator wasn’t the one in love. I kept the paranormal romance side of things.  This is basically the last 100 words of a paranormal romance story.  I don’t have any plans to write the other however many words, though.  I like playing in my shoppe too much.


Blinded by the Light – a Caveat Emptor Curiosity   2019-08-05  100 words

She placed the money and photo on the counter. She wanted a love that was never-ending, at any price.

Reluctantly, I handed over the key.

I removed my gloves and put on my dark sunglasses as she held the Eternity Key in her unprotected hands. Her body became suffused with an unearthly light. In that light, I saw the young man from the photo. They smiled at each other and, in the final burst of radiance, they touched.

Then, the light was gone. She was gone. They were together.

“Don’t be sad,” Stanley said.

“You’ll always have us,” Livingstone added.


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Close Call – a Caveat Emptor Curiosity

Renee Scattergood posted a writing prompt and, for the first time in a long time, I wanted to write something in this series.

The Prompt: write a 100-word (or less) story around this phrase: She kept checking her phone and email, wishing someone would make contact…

This was my result:

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Close Call – a Caveat Emptor Curiosity 2019-07-30      100 words


She kept checking her phone and email, wishing someone would make contact…

To distract herself, she walked into the first open shop doorway on the block. “Caveat Emptor Curiosities” the sign on the door read.

Strange objects abounded. There were two shrunken heads behind the counter.  What appeared to be a candle shaped liked a hand stood under glass on a central table, surrounded by odd stone carvings and figurines.  One of them looked familiar.  She…

Her phone rang. She answered it and fled the store, chatting excitedly.

“Dammit,” the shrunken head nicknamed Stanley said.

“Almost got her,” Livingstone replied.


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An Eye for an Eye, Blood for Blood

An Eye for an Eye, Blood for Blood – a “Forever Knight” fan fic

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“I do not think you grasp the reality of your situation, Nicolas.”

The blond vampire struggled against the chains which held him but they were thick steel, designed for those like him. “Release me, Janette.”

“No, Nicolas,” she said. “I had regained the mortality you, yourself, had sought for so long. You turned me back into a vampire against my wishes. For that, there must be a reckoning.” She paused. “You owe me, Nicolas.”

The raven-haired Frenchwoman had once been a childe of Lacroix like Nick but, through a strange series of events, was now Nick’s own childe. She was proving to be as defiant with him as he had been with his own sire.

“I’m sorry,” Nick said, his voiced short and clipped. The strain of his bonds as they held his limbs at odd angles was beginning to show. “After nearly eight hundred years, I couldn’t bear to lose you.”

Janette came up to Nick and stopped mere inches from him. With her left hand, she caressed his cheek. For a moment, Nick thought she might relent and free him but, after a moment, she turned away. “Non, mon amour. Not this time. You took away my mortality.”

The elevator door slid open and a woman with brown hair stepped into Nick’s loft.

Janette’s eyes flashed and she opened her mouth to reveal her fangs. “Now I shall take away something equally precious to you – your favorite mortal.”

“No!” Nick roared.

Natalie looked up, startled. Before she could move, Janette was upon her. Janette drained Natalie and then opened her own wrist to let Natalie drink. Nick could only watch in horror as the mortal he loved was turned into a cursed creature like himself.

Nick couldn’t bear to watch any more. He closed his eyes and wept.

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Author’s Note: 300 words. I wrote this some time back when I’d been watching “Forever Knight” DVDs. For those of you who know how the series ended, this is a bit of alternate history. For the record, “Forever Knight” is owned by a number of corporations. I am seeking no monetary gain from this story (my blog isn’t even monetized) and if asked to remove the story by the copyright holder, I will of course remove it immediately.

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Last Knight – a “Librarians” fan fic

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Last Knight – a fan fic of “The Librarians”

Spoilers/References: “The Librarian: Quest for the Spear”, “The Librarians – And the Fatal Separation”.

Disclaimers: “The Librarian: Quest for the Spear” and its characters, etc., are copyright 2004, the property of a group of people and corporations, including TNT, Electric Entertainment Production, and ApolloProScreen. “The Librarians” and its characters, etc., are copyright 2014, the property of a group of people and corporations, including TNT and Electric Entertainment Production. This story contains small portions of the script of “The Librarian: Quest for the Spear” as a framing device for my story. This is a derivative work which borrows the characters, etc. No copyright infringement is intended and I will honor any cease-and-desist or takedown notices from the copyright holders. I am making no money from this.

Rating: PG

Author’s Note: Created for the 2018 “The Librarians” Shipathon. This one features a flashback of Jenkins and Charlene.



“What makes you think you’re the Librarian?”

“I know other stuff?”


“…”Flynn Carsen”…”

“…stop wasting my time. Tell me something you know that nobody else who has walked in here could tell me.”

“You have mononucleosis. Your marriage broke up two months ago, you broke your nose when you were four … and you live with three cats. Is that what you had in mind?”

Charlene stared at the awkward young man, taken aback at his perceptiveness, and at the memory he had stirred. Taking this as a challenge, the would-be Librarian went on.

“Swollen parajugular lymph nodes and distended eyelids are clearly mono. It takes three months for an indentation on the ring finger to completely disappear. Yours is approximately two-thirds gone. Your surgeon gave you a terminus paralateral scar, which is given to children under the age of six. And I can clearly see three distinct types of cat hair. A white Himalayan, a tortoiseshell and an orange-striped tabby.”

Lost in her own memory, Charlene managed to say, “I didn’t break my nose til I was five.”

Then she let the memory take her back.

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Two months earlier

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Their lovemaking was tender, as always, passionate, as always, but with a touch of urgency, a touch of desperation, a touch of … something lost. They collapsed back into her bed, their sweat cooling in the too chilly apartment. Whatever they were fighting to hold on to, it was gone.

“It’s over,” Charlene said.

“Never for me,” Jenkins replied. “My heart is yours. Forever.”

“We’re immortal, Galahad,” Charlene said, her voice becoming sharp with him, a sharpness it had not held since the earliest days of their courtship. “Forever is a lot to ask of two hearts.”

“I know,” Jenkins said. “I know I could not ask it of two hearts, only of mine. My heart is pledged. To you.”

Charlene rose from the bed, pulling her robe around her and perching her glasses on her nose.

“I’m a Guardian,” she said. “I’m HIS Guardian. I’m tethered to The Library with him.”

“I know,” Jenkins said softly, his voice containing just the smallest quiver, the tiniest of breaks. He couldn’t help it. His emotions threatened to overwhelm his control, a control perfected over a thousand years. “I’d hoped….” He stopped himself. “No. Forgive me. I will say it once more and then never again unless you permit it. I love you, Charlene.”

Charlene removed the ring Jenkins had given her, the ring she wore on her left hand in lieu of the more traditional sort of ring, the ring Galahad had carried with him since his childhood. “This was your mother’s,” she said, holding it out to him.

He held up his hand in denial. “It’s yours,” he said. To forestall her protestations, he added, “A favor,” loading the word with both its modern and ancient meanings.

Charlene was about to protest anyway, then closed her hand around the ring. “It’s getting late,” she said, looking out the window at the cold New York sunrise. “The sun’s coming up.”

“The sun rises and sets in your eyes,” Jenkins said.

Charlene almost wavered. “I need to get going. Mr. Wilde is beginning to worry me, and I’m not sure young Ms. Noone is really up to the task of being his Guardian. She never saves her receipts.”

Jenkins took a deep breath, let it out slowly and said, “Of course. I’ll be gone when you return.” A chorus of meows came from outside the bedroom door. Jenkins gave a small smile despite his breaking heart. “I’ll feed little Bedivere, Gawaine, and Percival before I go.”

Charlene turned her back and went to the bathroom to get ready. She heard him in the kitchen with the three cats as she left, so she slipped out without saying goodbye.

She wouldn’t see Galahad again for almost a dozen years, but Judson was waiting.

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Two months later

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She touched the place where she had worn Galahad’s ring. Then Judson’s voice broke the spell her memories had cast.

“What’s more important than knowledge?” It came from everywhere and nowhere in the room. Charlene kept her composure but her heart still fluttered a little when she heard his voice.

“Where did that come from?” Flynn asked, searching the empty room.

“Just answer the question,” Charlene snapped.

“More important than…” Flynn paused, then remembered his mother’s words. “The things that make life worth living can’t be thought here…” he said, touching his head, “they must be felt here” he finished, touching his heart, but the rising inflection of his voice turned his statement into a question.

Charlene frowned, knowing that it was the kind of answer Judson was looking for. They’d found a new Librarian. He couldn’t hold a candle to Judson, of course, but he might just do. As for Galahad … Jenkins … she locked that memory away again and never mentioned him to Flynn.

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The End

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