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    A Future Song: A Storyteller's Collection: Vol. 1 Short Story
    A Future Song: A Storyteller's Collection: Vol. 1 Short Story
    A Future Song: A Storyteller's Collection: Vol. 1 Short Story
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    A Future Song: A Storyteller's Collection: Vol. 1 Short Story

    By Stephanie Writt

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    A Future Song
    Serious golf-ball diver by day. Playful electronic DJ by night. Savior sister whenever her brother calls. This time he needs her to help staff a field trip to the Oregon Coast Aquarium.  Who needs sleep after a long drive? But their playful reunion turns murky at the first song she hears. A whale song. A future song.

    “A Future Song” can also be found in “Storyteller’s Collection: Volume 1 of 10 Stories from Your Favorite Genres.” Its complete short story list is:
    • Rebellion of the Princess of Argon
    • Once Every Year
    • Walk of Power
    • Twin Competition
    • Valley Girl Vampire to Save the World
    • A Future Song
    • Stranger That Saved Her
    • Contract Vampire
    • Unstoppable Force
    • Flight of Little Bird

    “The story [A Future Song]...left me feeling satisfied and touched.”
     – Charles de Lint

    The Storyteller's Collection Series
    Vibrant stories from all genres populate this eclectic series. Each story a complete telling that will take the reader, from beginning to end, on a character driven ride. Volume by volume, all packed with dozens of new characters. See, hear, feel and taste their journeys to places spicy and exotic. And to places as warm and familiar as home.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherWayne Press
    Release dateJan 23, 2017
    ISBN9781386446880
    A Future Song: A Storyteller's Collection: Vol. 1 Short Story

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      A Future Song - Stephanie Writt

      A Future Song

      A Future Song

      A Storyteller’s Collection: Volume 1 Short Story

      Stephanie Writt

      Wayne Press

      Contents

      A Future Song

      Read and be happy!

      Want to read more in this collection?

      Free Story: 1st in Geriatric Magic’s: The New York Collection

      Geriatric Magic

      Want to read more in this series?

      Free Story: 1st in Tony & Gage’s: The Junior Year Collection

      The Day Tony Earned Detention

      Want to read more in this series?

      Preview: Love & Jinx

      Part One

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Love & Jinx: Want to finish reading?

      Also by Stephanie Writt

      About the Author

      A Future Song

      With a slow steady beat, he strode toward me like a hipster Adonis. Perfectly coifed, vintage tie and vest, barbell waxed mustache hovering over a fully styled beard. Handmade shorts hit right below the knee from brown slacks he probably scrounged from a thrift store. His gaze steely blue, with a twinkle in each corner.

      And a middle school hell-mob followed after him.

      God, my brother was such a dork.

      I rattled my Tootsie Roll Pop (cherry, like my hair, and just tasted the best) around in my teeth as I watched him lead his parade of tween chaos to the front door of the Oregon Coast Aquarium. All dappled light through the prehistoric-esque foliage that lined the walkway from parking lot to entrance. Called by the promise of mystery and wonder held beyond those doors. Hear the song of the Humpback whale. Our newest exhibit will awe and inspire you with its majestic beauty.

      He arranged the pink- and blue-hued crowd to line up against the low concrete wall that drew the line between wilds and human space, and turned to me. With a proud smile. Smirk. But more condescending. Well, snarky. That was it. Snarky.

      He had gotten me to drive three hours on two hours of sleep to meet him here. Last minute. Even told me the aquarium opened a half hour before it did. Turd thought I’d be late. So, I’ve been sitting here sucking on a lollipop, trying to keep my ass from going numb, waiting for him for forty-five minutes. Grrrr.

      I shouldn’t have answered my phone at the club between sets last night.

      Silly, silly me.

      I needed a shower. I still smelled like smoke machine and gummy worms. Adrenaline and sweat. Still wore the same My Little Pony baby-t and contrasting black leather mini skirt, with cotton-candy orange tights. Purple leg warmers and black high-top Converse. And it all clashed nicely with the floral explosion of tattoos on my arms and peeking out of the top of my tee. Needless to say, once they saw me, I was all the kids could giggle about. Oh, and apparently point at.

      This was going to be fun.

      Ooo! One of the girls threw me a thumbs up and a wave. We were wearing the same t-shirt. A Pegasister. Well done. I threw her my own thumbs up and a wink, then shifted off the metal-glazed boulder-sculpture that had cooled my rump for the past forty-five minutes and stood to meet my brother.

      He gave me a once-over with a raised brow. It annoyed me I still couldn’t do that in return. Years of his taunting with no ability to retaliate. So I waved my Tootsie Pop at him.

      Don’t start Mr. You-Have-To-Save-Me-I’m-Desperate. Last minute ass saving here, and you get what you get. I hopped the Pop back into my face before one of the morning dew gnats that hovered around in scattered moving clumps landed on the end of my sweet.

      Can you watch the potty mouth for two hours? Then I might forgive the outfit. He said it with a smile, so I knew he liked my clothes. He liked to call me his Rainbow Bright girl. All color and magic. He was still being a pompous jerk, though. So I couldn’t help yanking his chain.

      Literally and figuratively.

      I grabbed the chain from pant cuff to pocket and yanked, hard, pulling him toward me which upset his particularly satisfied look. In a high little girl whisper I said, I’m so sorry Gare-bear. I will be on my very best behavior. I gave him a giant innocent smile. He glared back at me.

      Oh, no. Fake distress. Not the Gare-Bear stare!

      His eyes squinted.

      I bet your students know all about the Gare-bear stare.

      No reaction.

      I guess I’ll go ask them. I dropped the chain and darted around him, a big greeting smile on my face and a wave in my hand. Hey guys, I ha—ugh.

      My breath was forced out of my gut by a burly arm around my waist that summarily lifted and swung me around to face a direction not at the kids. Opposite in fact. I grinned at the leafy trees and brick walkway as I fake struggled and Garett waved his free hand at the kids with a comical, nothing to see here. They upped their giggles to a full laugh that ran through most of the group as he dragged me away and back to my metal rock perch.

      Seriously? He asked after he plopped me down. "Do you possess the ability to express yourself in way that is not in an entirely childish fashion? Big sister?" Emphasis on the big.

      "Well, little brother, emphasis on the little, I said as I solidified my seat on the rock with crossed legs (more at the thighs since, you know, mini-skirt), a straight back and serious cherry suck, you are a self-involved turd-nose, stuck in the past." I flicked his thick 70s-polyester tie out from his vest and wiggled happily in my seat. I was having fun.

      His glower intensified with sparkles in the corners of his eyes. He whipped out his finger and began a very aggressive pointing action in front of my nose. Yep, he was having fun too.

      You are a little girl that never grew up, who pretends to be an adult only when it suits her.

      I leaned in.

      Stuck in the past, butthead.

      He bent farther down and met my gaze.

      Eternally childish, brat.

      Then in unison we said, Daddy issues, activate!

      Touched my sucker to the tip of his still pointing finger.

      I’ve missed you, Haddles, Garett whispered sincerely. His face softened, the joke play over.

      Me too, Gare.

      I wrapped my arms around his neck. He returned the hug by lifting me back off the rock. I felt so light and little in his powerful hold. Safe.

      My little brother had always made me feel safe since about twelve years old. My twin, we look nothing alike. Stocky, with iron core dedication and bones (not really, but you know what I mean), he’d defended me at new school after new school from those kids that preyed on the awkward and different. My twin, we looked nothing alike. So, many didn’t see it coming.

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