Dean & Lily – Episode 3

379 words
Dystopia, YA
Written by Audrey Francis-Plante


DEAN & LILY
Episode 3


 

Downtown Water Level Now 16 Centimeters

 

The headline illuminates the screenwall of my room, waking me up. I grunt when I see the time on the corner of the screen. 8:05.

I’m late. Continue reading “Dean & Lily – Episode 3”

Back to School Book Tag

Back to School

Hello fellow readers! It’s September, and most of the people I know went back to school this month. Even though I didn’t, I felt like doing this tag just for fun. I haven’t created it, but I saw a bunch of different BTS tags online and decided to do one of them. Anyway, without further ado, here it is!

English: Name your favorite author’s writing style

Leigh Bardugo. She’s definitely my favorite author this year. I read all of the Grisha books and I want need MORE. Continue reading “Back to School Book Tag”

Dean & Lily – Episode 2

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340 words
Dystopia, YA
Written by Audrey Francis-Plante
Photo Art by Plaidbowties


DEAN & LILY
Episode 2


The girl to my left shrieks when my fist connects with Dean’s jaw. My knuckles ache too much for a second punch, so I grab his blue hair and kick him in the groin.

He bends in two, but forces a smile. “Did you change your hair?”

“You’re a Trouper?” Continue reading “Dean & Lily – Episode 2”

The Lying Lesson

96 words
Fiction
Written by: Audrey Francis-Plante

“I would like to apply for the job,” I said with a smile.

The girl popped the chewing gum balloon in her big mouth. “How old are you?”

“Fifty-two.”

She laughed. “How old are you really?”

“Seventy-nine,” I lied again.

My mother taught me some lies are polite, meant to keep people comfortable.

She leaned on the counter. “And what makes you want to work in a fast-food restaurant?”

“Well, I don’t have enough time left for slow food.”

She smiled, then said, “Sorry. We just hired someone.”

Apparently, her mother taught her the same lesson.

Fears

109 words
Fiction
Written by: Audrey Francis-Plante

I pulled the dusty typewriter—your most cherished possession—from under the bed. You had left a note on the sheet of yellowed paper: Write about your fears.

So I took a deep breath and wrote about you.

There was a lot to fear. Your crazy eyes. The crazier thoughts behind them. Every morning when I didn’t know what mood you’d be in.

After, I feared your ghost. The persistent spirit of your anger. Of your power.

I feared never being able to tell you this. Ironically, you helped me tell you through that typewriter and yellowed paper. Was it your way to apologize?

I like to think so.

Top 10 Villains in Fiction

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I’ll be sharing a Top 10 on the 10th day of each month, featuring a different book theme every time, and I invite you to share your thoughts or top 10 in the comments below, or in a new post of your own! (Make sure to let me know so I can see your answers.)

This month’s theme is Villains, in all kinds of fiction. Here we go! Continue reading “Top 10 Villains in Fiction”

Top 5 Wednesday: Books You Want to Read Before the End of the Year

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Top 5 Wednesday is created by Gingerreadslainey. Each week there is a new bookish topic, where everyone can join and create their top 5 list. More info on the Top 5 Wednesday goodreads group.

This week’s topic:

BOOKS YOU WANT TO READ BEFORE THE END OF THE YEAR

Continue reading “Top 5 Wednesday: Books You Want to Read Before the End of the Year”

Book Club – August

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Hello fellow readers!

Do you want to join me in my reading of the month? The rules are simple: I announce the book we’ll be reading on the 1st day of each month and we start sharing our impressions of it in a new post that I’ll publish on the 20th. (For more info on how it works, click here.)

Now comes the time to announce the book of August! Continue reading “Book Club – August”

My Summer TBR

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It took a while for summer to finally settle here in Quebec, but now that it’s officially here–or at least let’s hope so–I can finally make a list of my To Be Read books for the summer! Some of those titles are also on my 2016 Reading Challenge, (it’s not going so well; I need focus) some are brand new books I can’t wait to begin, and some are just perfect for the summer season. Anyhow, here is the list:

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The Twin Gene

177 words
Short Story
Written by: Audrey Francis-Plante

They say the twin gene skips a generation, but in my family, it’s everywhere. My grandmother had a twin sister. My mother has a twin brother. I have a twin sister. And I’m pregnant of triplets.

“You’re not ready to be a mother,” my mom gently said when I announced it on Sunday brunch. “Especially not of three at once.”

I glanced at Sam for support; he’d just told me that morning I’d be the greatest mother, but then something weird happened. He wouldn’t look at me. He fixed my sister’s shoes. “Three’s a little overwhelming,” he mumbled.

“Very overwhelming,” my mother chimed in.

“Pardon me?” A silence followed my words.

I turned to my sister for help, but she was quiet too, holding a cushion to her belly.

The way Sam avoided my gaze hinted that he was ashamed. “Who is she?” Something broke inside of me when he didn’t defend himself.

“I’m sorry,” he replied. “But she’s pregnant too. Twins.”

Who is she? I suddenly hated our genes for making the answer so obvious.

The Puddle

106 words
Short Story
Written by Audrey Francis-Plante

An irritating noise in the other room—like a mouse nibbling paper—brings me to the door. A pungent scent infiltrates my nose when I open it, and I catch my distorted reflection in a puddle of water.

Here and there, the wood is wet, and crippled notes form a path to the kitchen. I take the first paper; a huge letter marks it. F.

I step forward and grab the next note. I.

The next. R.

Last. E.

FIRE.

“Who’s here?” I ask.

Scratch.

At the end of the hall, a lit match falls into a puddle, and I realize too late it’s no water.

The Valentine

184 words
Short Story
Written by Audrey Francis-Plante

I opened my locker to an abundance of heart-shaped chocolates and pink ribbons. My eyes were melting with anger. How dared he?

“Looks like Olivia’s got a Valentine,” my locker neighbour immediately teased as he saw the festive decoration. “Let me guess. Your cousin?” Patrick and his friends burst out laughing.

“Shut up,” I muttered.

“Or what? You’ll attack me with cinnamon hearts?” More laughs.

Before I knew it, my fist connected with Patrick’s jaw. He twirled around, hitting the trash full force. Specks of blood mottled the gray lockers. Girls yelped. Boys laughed that a girl—me of them all—had so easily knocked down the school’s biggest jerk.

I wasn’t allowed a second of satisfaction that the principal zoomed through the crowd, a beeline toward me. Great.

“My office, now,” he said, grabbing my arm to make sure I followed. “Did he hurt you?” he asked once in the office.

I lowered my eyes. “Not physically. Though he could’ve played like hell on the emotional level if he’d known whom the gifts were from.”

He cupped my cheek, smiling sheepishly. “Forgive me?”

Facebook Status in 2060

What will Facebook status updates look like in the year 2060? Imagine if our future children/grandchildren have all turned toward a new social platform but we’re still hooked on good old FB…

1. First Christmas with snow since 2020! #magic #luck #hope 

2. My grandkids in the pool #grandma’s lifestyle #family #fun

3. Amelia is going to an event: 50+ Slow-Dating

4. My daughter just had triplets, AGAIN! #kill me

5. Patrick’s wall: Martha and I are officially retired! First project: a lake house!

6. Martha’s wall: Thanks everyone for assisting to Patrick’s funerals. He would’ve appreciated. RIP Patrick. Love you still.

7. Watching Walking Dead. feeling nostalgic.


Continue reading “Facebook Status in 2060”

Just a Hunch

99 words
Short Story
Written by Audrey Francis-Plante

I don’t believe in these things,” he said, then sneezed. The array of candles and the dust made it exhausting to breathe.

“Me neither,” she answered. “I can’t promise I’ll read your future, but I promise I never lie.”

Reluctantly, he offered his hand. She snatched it with her eyes shut.

“Bad,” she said. “Mmm … very dark.”

“Dark?”

“Death. Dreadful. It awaits you.” She squeezed his hand, eyes fixating on him.

“Death? Wh–How? What did you see?”

“Nothing. I don’t believe in these things.”

“Then why did you say I’d die?”

“Just a hunch,” she said, pointing the gun.

If There Were No Laws

94 words
Short Story
Written by Audrey Francis-Plante

My father sat us three in the living room and said, “If I told you that tomorrow, every law expires. Everything is legal for one day. What would you do?”

My sister clapped her hands eagerly. “Easy. I’d rob a bank.”

“I’d steal Andy’s bike,” my young brother said. “And his PS4.”

“And you, Thomas,” Dad said. “Does my eldest also have the ambitions of a thief?”

“No,” I said, feeling my neck reddening.

“What would you do, then?”

I cleared my throat. “I’d marry Mark.”

Silence.

I guess they had to know eventually.

One Eye Open

98 words
Short Story
Written by Audrey Francis-Plante

I had been told to shut my eyes. In the dark, I listened to the noises they made. Whispering, breathing, rustling, dragging. I grew curious. When I heard a little gasp, I couldn’t help it. I split two fingers and slightly opened an eye.

A body lied awkwardly in a puddle of blood. The couple who’d brought me here worked on rolling the corpse inside a large bag. My eye must have glinted in the dark. “I gave you a chance,” the man told me.

“Why is he dead?” I asked.

He sighed. “Because he opened his eyes.”

That’s Not My Dog

I’m rather proud to say that I won a writing contest with this piece on the website The  Write Practice. The theme was First Meeting.

That’s Not My Dog
by Audrey Francis-Plante
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“Good morning,” I say. “I need you to make this dog poop. Please.”

The receptionist spits the coffee back in her Harry Potter mug. Then she looks down at Aphrodite next to me. Like always, the stupid thing’s tongue wobbles all over the place.

“Okay,” the girl tells me, gingerly setting her mug on the desk, her eyes still on Aphrodite. I can only describe this dog in three words. Ugly. Fat. And ugly.

Continue reading “That’s Not My Dog”