A Familiar's Tome

The blog & writing archive of a witch's familiar

Category: Sudden Fiction (<750 words)

  • Pair-Bonded

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    Sharing your partner’s every intimate thought and desire lends itself to altering both selves into a blended amalgam of the two, a swirling pool of thoughts where there used to be two distinct beings.

  • terrible combat doll

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    “Ma’am, let me get this straight. You repurposed a civilian assistant doll into a combat doll?” “Yes.” “…that’s a fucking terrible idea. It’s your funeral though, I guess.” “Whatever. Am I dismissed, major?” Fucking witches.

  • Grey Goo Girlfriend

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    Who needs a neural interface when she can just bypass the blood-brain barrier – edit out some troublesome thoughts, add new ones…

  • Not a Whisper, but a Roar

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    Alerts blared across the HUD and in the cockpit. She dismissed them with a flick of her eyes, taking stock of the damage and summarily ignoring it. The only thing that mattered is the main gun was still operational, and she could still turn. That was good.

  • The Archetype

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    There were many built like her, but she was the archetype. Experimental technology deemed too dangerous or too high-maintenance for her production-model sisters, and an intellect backed with true artificial intelligence made her formidable, even among newer models. The navy deemed her too expensive to produce.

  • heat doll

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    Combat dolls are easily appreciated – automata finely tuned to wreak havoc and cause immense amounts of destruction. Their kin, on the other hand, are sorely under-appreciated – firefighting dolls, and their attendant rescue crews.

  • Sophistication

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    Nearly a kilometer away, its handler watched through the scope of a high-power rifle. It was unaccustomed to being the center of attention – at least, the attention of people not trying to kill it.

  • Proper Use

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    What could it possibly be sorry for? It wasn’t a close-combat doll; it didn’t have the strength, training, or even the programming to go toe-to-toe with even trained humans.

  • A Worthy Weapon

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    One misstep. That’s all it took. You barely caught the sight of…something…materializing from shadow in her hand, before a blindingly hot pain in your chest and a sickening crunch.

  • Still Her

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    I never was one to say no to her like this…

  • 5459

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    Up close, it was beautiful in a way. Long, raven-black hair turned a deep, soft blue at the ends. Its figure was slim, lithe, and small – it couldn’t have been more than five feet tall. It stared intently at the ground, standing before the witch.