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Lost Ones

Scenario given by Magic & Fairy-Tale Dice: forest, dragon, pumpkin, troll, knight, jail, wolf, cave


Her fist thudded home. Gabriela kicked the fallen man and then flexed her fingers, shaking her hand about. “Where the fuck is Mia?” The figure glanced up at Gaby and started to hiss out an answer. She swiftly kicked him again. “Where is she, god damnit!?” “MIA,” she yelled into the forest-laden ravine.

A man emerged to the left of the bushes ahead. A mangy dog slid into position next to him. “What do you want?” The dog growled, hair rising up on its back.

“I’m here to get Mia. I’m here to…”

“She’s not here,” he said brusquely. His tongue slid across his teeth and he scratched his oversized nose. “So you can just leave my friend alone and take your pretty little ass away from…”

“Who do you even fucking think you are? You all can’t just take my sister and bring her to this shit hole.” She kicked the body in front of her, and he groaned again. “I’ll beat the living shit out of all of you.”

“Hey! Fuck you, lady.” He pointed up at the walking overpass. “Just because we don’t live in your high and mighty Starbucks land eating fucking pieces of pumpkin bread, don’t mean you can come here and start swinging.” He took a few steps up the incline and held his hand over his canine companion. “Your sister isn’t here. And even if she was, she doesn’t want to talk to you, that’s for sure.” He took another step towards Gaby.

Gaby turned down the road that ran next to the ravine, and raising her palm, whistled. The man followed her call and saw three bikes coming his way. Bearing his rotting fangs, he hissed at the oncoming gang, and turned to flee. Gaby bounded down the slope and grasped his collar. It ripped off, coming off into Gaby’s hand. Dodging the beast’s jaws, she kicked him in the back, sending him flying in the bushes from which he emerged.

Squealing brakes turned Gaby around and made the dog hunker down. The largest, with a full sleeve tattoo, took off her helmet. The others ripped theirs from their heads and flung their hair to the sides. Their matching bikes, with dragons etched along the bars, were glowing in the sunlight. Gaby heard a cry in the distance, followed by thumping and rustling all over.

“They took my sister.” Gaby looked at the women, stretching their sleek muscles and putting on metal knuckles. The lady on the right drew a large serrated blade. “Those monsters took my little baby sister.”

“We’ll bring her back,” the leader said calmly. Her bright blue eyes looked right at Gaby and she repeated, “We’ll bring her back.”


Forest Grove

January, 2010
(a post on Google Wave)
Jeremy Karnowski

I contorted my arm and ripped it from the brambles, giving myself only a brief moment to pick a few thorns out before I crashed about once more. A few kilometers back, I jumped into the thick of the forest and began speeding towards an unknown destination; I ran amidst the dry brush knowing only the bearing of my strides.

Light between the trees stayed my pace, and slowing down, I allowed myself the luxury of picking at my sleeve. I smoothed out the fabric, patted down my collar, hoisted my bag further up my shoulder, and stepped into the sunny grove.

I was halfway across the meadow before she looked up from her map. I haltered a step, nodded my presence, and continued walking towards the log she was sitting on.

“I didn’t expect to see you here,” I said with still labored breathing.

“Tired?” she asked.

“I had a run-in with some vines back there,” I motioned towards where I recently appeared, “but I’m alright now.” I looked down and brushed my sleeve again, pleased it was still clean. I took a deep breath.

When I lifted my head to meet her gaze again, her eyes belied her calm exposure. They were pleading for more conversation.

I broke the tension. “How have you been since I left you? That was, what, three and a half, four days ago?”

“Yeah, something like that. It’s been good.” She held her voice a bit, but then hurriedly rushed forth with more. “It’s been so incredible! I love the trails in this place. You just can’t imagine… Wait, maybe you can. Have you been to the western part of the park yet? Incredible!”

I smiled, and in turn, she beamed back at me.

“I’ve seen a little bit. I took some time exploring the outer sections. Well worth it, if you have a few days.”

“If you’re not heading anywhere at the moment, I’d love to hear all about it,” she said as she put her hand on mine.

Looking again into her eyes, I offered up a different suggestion. “How about we take a walk together, and we can talk on the way?” I guided her with my eyes towards the path leading further into the park. “I’ve never been up that way before. I’ve always wanted to. How about you? Got a few hours?”

She looked down at her map, and then chuckled.

“What?” I asked, wondering if something was wrong.

“That’s actually where I was headed next. Let’s go.”

Writing Prompt

The sunlight shot through the blinds while Frank continuously tried to rub the sleep from the corners of his eyes. His seat made him shift. His neck twisted around as he tried to ease some hidden pains. He shoulders flexed. He right leg moved. He left leg moved. His thigh was scratched and then his chest was scratched. His eyes blinked. He waited.

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Message in a Bottle

The culmination of escalating letter writing to my friend, this short story originally came in bound typewritten pages and shocked the hell out of the world. It started out as a letter, but soon transformed into several things – a discussion of Africa, a debate on free will, a desperate cry for help, and a letter that miraculously decodes itself (if the reader is ready to tackle it!). Influences include ‘If on a winter’s night a traveler’, ‘Godel, Escher, Bach’, and my summer reading adventure mystery solving books such as Angels and Demons, DaVinci Code, Rule of Four, and many others. This one is not to be missed. (Newspaper reviews in document are entirely fictional)

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Show Me Love

This a poem I wrote in May 2006, that was full of hidden meanings about things I had done in my travels across Missouri and Kansas.

Show Me Love
Jeremy Karnowski

Musick in twilight sheltered not the rain
In which drops rhythmed ‘gainst the cheek.
Sequestered not into the Arch to seek
Suprising views of birds or sloped terrain.
Onerous layers of shale spun with aim,
Under an autumn spring, embraced the creek.
Royal tensions surfaced, and with its peak,
Ignited sparks but signalled end of game.

Kissing across the state, tickling the gut.
A wish never to finish all the games.
Near to the end is our passing of days.
Sour is driving towards broken roads, but
Although a wall invisible remains,
Sweet is the thought of the connecting ways.


I pulled up to the parking lot on the back side of the church and could see the people cascading down the stairs. The usual line of vehicles were posed in positions to be the next one to be on the road. After parking my car, I got out and walked over to the wheelchair ramp, easily making my way up the slope as people hogged the steps. I always figured they would fix this setup. The preachers and speakers always stand near the doors giving their goodbyes and farewells and it bottlenecked the congregation in what seemed like a blockade. It was like the line of holy fortification had been broken and they couldn’t stand it.

Martha was standing just outside the door, talking with a few people, and I inched up to her and put my hand on the small of her back. She turned and smiled.

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Leaving Misery

This story is about a guy who returns to his home town during a college break to find things not how he left them.  I have never attended Mizzou or ever met the people in the story; my story is fictional. It is a short story I wrote in my creative writing class Junior year of college – in March 2005. I had a final version I turned in at the close of the semester, but I seem to have misplaced it. Things I fixed in the final edition: 1. there was more back story to the main character’s house in the college town and his relationship and 2. the main character does not meet with his former girlfriend so coincidentally. Maybe I’ll fix it up and make it better another day?

Jeremy Karnowski


Leaving Misery

The map of Missouri had always been in the glove compartment, and yet Mark decided to randomly seek out directions south of the highway. He was running on intuition, and it paid off, for quickly he leaned back the driver’s chair and cruised down the road toward what would seem like a skyscraper in the midst of fields and trees. As he drove under the bridge separating the sections of the hospital, he saw the giant letters of Boone Hospital illuminated under spotlights. He passed his birthplace and he drove into the heart of the campus town of Columbia, Missouri.

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