Writing Group: Abyssal Depths (PRIVATE)

Hello everyone!

We’re staring into darkness this week. Places unknown, unexplored, unkind to the anatomy of those who live in the light, gape wide before us. So, prepare your armored submersibles and your eerily green low-light cameras, because…

This week’s prompt is:

 

Abyssal Depths

 

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Alright, a lot of what I’ve had to say about this so far has suggested that we’re diving into an oceanic abyss, which for some of you may be the case, but it need not be the only path you take. In fact, your abyss need not even be a physical phenomenon. There are abysses of all kinds. There are abysses of the mind, great dark places within our psyche that we leave untouched for fear of what lurks within. There’s the abyss of space, yawning between our home and the other celestial bodies. There’s the abyss of time, where things become lost in the darkness of forgotten years.

If it can be conceptualized as a spacious and intimidating darkness, it can fit here.

The trick is that we aren’t just thinking about abysses at large; this week we’re plumbing them. Whatever abyss you choose, this is an exploration of what lies at its bottom, within its darkest corners. Abyssal depths.

So, I hope you’re ready, because you’ll be guiding us through a place we aren’t meant to go this week. Whether or not we return safely… well, that’s on you.

 

 

Remember, this is part of our weekly Writing Group stream! Submit a little piece following the rules and guidelines below, and there’s a chance your entry will be read live on stream! In addition, we’ll discuss it for a minute and give you some feedback.

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31 responses to “Writing Group: Abyssal Depths (PRIVATE)”

  1. When You’re Undead
    by Brickosaur

    [HEY, SKIP OVER THIS ONE FOR THE STREAM PLEASE AND THANK <3]

    Red held out her carefully arranged seaweed and shell bouquet to Bounce with a critical scowl. "Do you think this is big enough?" she asked the anglerfish. "I feel like I should have added more seashells."

    Bounce blinked her light twice. Red nodded. "Yeah, I guess so. It's the thought and all that," she sighed.

    She grabbed the flask at her hip and busied herself unscrewing the cap. Any excuse to put off going into the yawning trench before her for a few more seconds. She took a long swig of the coconut wine inside the flask.

    "Right then," she said. New resolve flowed through her. "Let's go get my husband back."

    She touched her bouquet — quick Preserve spell. Then Red dove into the darkness. As she swam, she rehearsed what she would say. "Hey, I'm really sorry I yelled at you back there. And smashed your pottery. And . . . everything else."

    Really, the problems had started long before that, and she knew it. They just didn't have anything in common anymore, and she was always frustrated and he constantly ran off at any little stress.
    Still, it was no excuse for that last night. That wasn't okay.

    "I really fucked up," she murmured. "Bounce, I don't know if I can fix this. Not . . . sure it . . . should be."

    The relationship was dying. Maybe doomed.
    When you're undead, can you even save anything anymore?

    She was going to try, though. She had to. "I don't really deserve a second chance. But I want to make things right," she resolved. "Do you have my back?" she asked, and Bounce's light glowed a little brighter.

    She smiled. "Thanks." Then Red peered back out into the trench. Bounce's glow, plus her dope vampire night vision, were just enough to let her make out a familiar silhouette.

    "There he is!" she shouted. Her voice couldn't have carried more than a few feet, yet Daniel turned. As he caught sight of Red, his sad, beautiful eyes widened.

    She took a deep breath, a comforting action even when you were undead.

    Red swam out to meet her husband.

    "Wish me luck."

  2. “Depthbreakers of the Abyss” Submitted by: Exce

    The waves of the Bottomless sea were busy with activity. The pale bodies of Depthwalkers bustled in the waves, intermittently basking in the sun before diving deep beneath the surface to enjoy the unusual warmth of the water. With them was one of the city-turtles;though it was far too small to provide housing yet, it allowed them to ride on its shell.

    In this case, they had taken the young turtle to the stretch of water known as the ‘Thermal Gash’. An underwater formation around which the water seethed.

    Today the water seemed to be even hotter, and many of the pale blue humanoids decided they’d rather rest on the turtle’s shell instead of staying in the water.

    It saved their lives.

    The turtle raised its head suddenly, and the Depthwalkers on it had to struggle on the rough shell to hold on as the animal accessed its magic, turning the water around it to white foam as it bolted.

    The involuntary riders screamed, shouting at it not to leave their friends behind…something broke through the ocean surface where they just had been.

    A black ragged rock the size of a small mountain arched high into the sky before slamming back into the ocean with a massive impact. The ocean began to boil all around them.
    Steam rose from the waves as those who remained in the water began to scream in pain, joining the chorus of fearful screams of the other.

    Silence fell as a massive wave appeared out of the mist, washing most of the remaining Depthwalkers off the turtle.

    For those remaining the sun seemed to die and the turtle seemed to…slow despite them still being able to feel its magic beneath them.

    As if by stormwinds, the steam was torn asunder as titanic wings unfolded and the last survivors felt their grip grow slack with otherworldly horror.

    An otherworldly Serpent rose above them, dwarfing their turtle easily multiple times over. It’s terrible maw opened wide in all directions at once… then the screams fell silent as the beast of the abyss consumed them.

    https://www.dropbox.com/s/4kt3crj372ef7f9/Depthbreaker.jpg?dl=0

    1. I just have to start by saying giant, rideable turtles are some of my favorite specific things in fiction.

      Great job with your descriptions. You get all the senses involved, and it makes everything feel so much more real.

      The whole piece is just frantic and terrifying, and it ends on a note of horror as something unbeatable rises up. It’s hard to read stories of doomed characters, but man are they fascinating.

      Really good piece!

  3. ArkansanDragon Avatar
    ArkansanDragon

    “Lich” by Magan (Legends of Dracora series: Ancient Dracora, Rise of the Nex)(350 words)

    The city of Ironfang was cursed, and it was spreading. The black desert of ash and corrupted magic had reached the massive outer walls, and none knew how much further it would range. Guild hunters sent to investigate never returned, the latest party wary. Would they be next?

    Tyrant-king Glacialstorm had suicided after surviving multiple assassination attempts and a revolt led by his many bastard children. He was given proper last rites, of course. Though many secretly prayed for the Maw of Oblivion to devour his soul, nobody wanted to risk his return as an undead.

    The dragon god-king was crazy from paranoia by the end, sealed in his temple just before the black blight struck. Those strong enough fled the city, while the rest weakened and died, drained of both magic and vitality. Many returned in restless undeath, with others turning to ash alongside anything else organic.

    Thus the need for monster hunters.

    Demigod and beastfolk alike, the hunters entered the city. The unicorn’s healing aura kept the draining corruption at bay–barely. They freed many trapped souls, fighting their way to the temple, the source of the blight. Once inside, the elemental spirits lending the beastfolk magic fled in terror, leaving only the demigods for spellcraft.

    In the dark, they found deeper darkness, as if the Maw itself had entered the mortal realm. Flesh and scale hung rotting from rune-carved bones, eyeless sockets drinking in light. Through open ribs, an abyss replaced the heart, pulsing in that same beat.

    This dragon-shaped thing lurched forward, freezing them in horrified fascination. The black ash was tar, miring as more undead rose from it.

    The phoenix shrieked defiance, breaking their stupor.

    RUN!

    But the unicorn stumbled, light failing as the firebird blazed glory, only to vanish between the lich’s bloody fangs. The bear and griffon roared vengeance, fighting to their last. The lion and wolf dragged the unicorn away, but she was too weak, begged them to flee.

    The lion covered the wolf’s escape.

    Wind elementals found the wolf at the gates, her dying words a warning they delivered to the Guild.

    1. William Maitland Avatar
      William Maitland

      You’ve got a solid strength for building atmosphere in your word choice! Individual lines radiate with the power you’re trying to lend to them, notably in moments like “The phoenix shrieked defiance” or comparing the ash to tar. Gives a reader very vivid mental images.

      However, I don’t know if it’s just me, but I don’t think I comprehend 100% of what’s going on. You refer to some animals without a “the,” leading me to think they were proper nouns for people, but then there are literal phoenixes and unicorns, so I can’t quite tell who’s supposed to be what. Barring that, and a few word-economy issues that could easily be fixed in proofreading, I’d say you’re doing a good job setting up pre-world mythos!

      1. ArkansanDragon Avatar
        ArkansanDragon

        I fixed the “the” problem. 🙂 Yes, these are all magical creatures and animals in this story.

    2. Samantha R DeShong Avatar
      Samantha R DeShong

      Hot damn I LOVE your world building! I swear your work helps me to work on my own world building. I love how alive your characters feel! I can feel the fear and desperation in this one, the need to escape this nightmare lich and warn others. Just fantastic!

    3. Ohhh I love it.

      We know that Dracora didnt end in it acient era, so im really curious how they are gonna stop the Lich and the spreading Maw!

      I love how you have us a small flashback first before leading us inside the city with the hunters. All the heroes are defeat, which makes it only more clear how dangerus the Lich is.

      I cant wait for a followup!!

    4. Very well done, Ark! You got my thoughts in detail last night, of course, but I wanted to add a few more here.

      The sheer epicness and scale of this piece leaves me feeling like I need to pant. I’m super impressed with how much ground you cover in so few words. The flow is fantastic, and your tone really works with this kind of story.

      There are so many interesting characters here; I’m sure I’ll get to see more about them in other works for this world, but in the meantime, I’m super curious and left wanting to know just who the phoenix, the beastfolk, the elementals, and the unicorn are.

      Thanks for letting me see this in progress! The finished story turned out fantastic!

  4. gregovin Avatar
    gregovin

    Cool. A lot of world building done in tangential lines. For example, we know the thing is telepathic because “the sound ripped through their mind.” We also know that these monsters are quite powerful to be able to combust a whole village like that, especially one that is prepared. Sets an eerie tone and makes the world seem dangerous and alive

  5. gregovin Avatar
    gregovin

    “Darkest hour”- Gregovin
    Rayna was walking through the park with George, uneasy at their discovery.

    Everything appeared normal, but they knew it could not be. The army was marching on the great magicians club in San Francisco, and they both knew it. There had been rumors that the army had created an elite group of magic users known for its own uses known as “Scouts”.

    Rayna’s sword hung in its scabbard, ready at a moment’s notice. She was worried she would have to use it, and even more worried that she would kill. She was right to worry.

    A person of vague physical appearance in dark clothes jumped out of a hidden path, and lightning flicked from their fingers, missing George by an inch and going off to hit something else. A scout! The army had clearly decided to tell the scouts about them after hearing about the last incident and seeing us in the club. George’s eyes glowed green as he warped space and time to confuse and slow down the assailant, which was quite fortunate as the next bolt aimed directly at Rayna. Rayna ran around looking for an opening as lightning flared and space visibly bent. As this continued, Rayna formed a plan. She ran back a little, threw her sword, and ran forward. The next bolt hit her sword and was redirected into the ground ten feet ahead of her, she then grabbed the sword and swiped at the assailant, and he fell to the ground. Rayna examined them and instinctively knew that the wound was mortal. She knew that this was her fault and that this person should not die, but will.. In her mind, this person was just following orders. She began to cry, and George asked her, “Are they dead or just wounded?”.
    “The scout will die before help will arrive”
    George sat down with her and let her cry on his shoulder. He gingerly wrapped his arm around her before telling her “I may be able to help”
    “How, the ambulance will not arrive in time”
    “I can warp time”

    1. gregovin Avatar
      gregovin

      Oh, yah. The sword is a compromise because George wants her to have a weapon and she doesn’t want a gun. Her magic basically makes her into the perfect warrior with no effort, so she can just sort of win battles on autopilot. It is the most offensively mind magical ability that exists.

  6. William Maitland Avatar
    William Maitland

    “Screams of the Damned”
    By William Maitland

    Torrential rain poured down from the starless void above. The neon lights of the mock-50s diner behind her illuminated the deep puddles Julia skirted around. Every small impact distorted the reflections. She reached her car, which seemed to bleed into the stygian darkness around its edges. She hurried inside and pulled the door shut.

    The jacket, dutiful servant as it was, sat crumpled in the passenger seat. Julia, shivering behind the wheel, slid a thin paper envelope out of her pocket. Money. The last money she’d ever hope to earn from this place. She counted it out on the dashboard.

    A clamp fell upon her brain, when she finished. Quickly, very quickly, she picked it up and counted again. Then a third time, this one slower, more meticulous. She rubbed every bill of it between two fingers, to make sure.

    Her last day on the job, and they shorted her. One last slap in the face.

    Julia was trembling. Her hands came away from the dash and toward her face, as if to catch tears. Vivid images were flitting through her mind, staying just long enough to punctuate their presence.

    She imagined storming back into the diner, letting herself get drenched to the bone on the way in. Her hands would wrap around Harry’s fat neck, and not let go until she could feel the windpipe crushed underneath. Kitchen doors would be kicked open, faces smashed to grills, people locked in the walk-in, with all the undated, expired goods.

    But none of that happened. Her hands balled up into fists. She hammered them on the steering wheel, and started to scream. Obscenities roared forth in a prolonged, half-coherent string. Tears streamed down her face. Spit flung out with every four-letter word. A coughing fit came as a mercy, cutting her tirade short, indicating to her that enough had been enough. She curled up, cradling herself, as the screams turned to sobs. Her whole body trembled.

    She kept asking why. The last word, repeated, tapering off, becoming a whisper. No answer, save for the maddening cacophony of rain.

    1. Margaret Couplet Avatar
      Margaret Couplet

      I love how you took the prompt and turned it toward the emotional side of the abyss rather than the physical side. I also love the fact that you show the rage that she’s feeling through the fantasy of going back and getting revenge but that she doesn’t actually follow through and ends up curled up on the floor instead, its a very realistic situation.

    2. ArkansanDragon Avatar
      ArkansanDragon

      The others here have said what I was thinking for this piece. Very strong emotions conveyed here, and an interesting take on this side of “the abyss”. Mainly though I’m wondering what the Hell was so bad about that job that she would be compared to a soul damned to… well, Hell. O_O Still, very well written. Great job!

    3. Aww I feel bad for Julia 🙁

      Evidently working at that place as really shit and now that she got out they fucked her over one last time.

      I like the vivid describions of her feelings and her surroundings. I hope her life got better after this 🙁

  7. Samantha Realynn Avatar
    Samantha Realynn

    “Endless Hunger”
    by Samantha Realynn

    “It’s an endless, hungry…thing. That’s the best way I can describe it.”

    Chris looked up from his computer. “Endless and hungry…like an animal?”

    Sophie shook her head. “No. Animalistic is too…complex. This feels more primal than that. It’s darker. Any animal that gives off this feeling is not natural.” She shivered and seemed to close in on herself. “It’s unnatural…and it can’t sate its hunger. No matter how much it devours, it won’t be sated.”

    “And you can feel it? Every time you…”

    “Every time.” Sophie whispered. “Every time I peel back and Look beyond, it’s there. Watching me. Waiting. I feel it watching. I feel it’s hunger. Endless…dark…like…like…”

    “An abyss?” Chris asked softly.

    Sophie whimpered and nodded. “Yes. It keeps watching me. Even after I come back to myself, I can still feel it lingering. It’s like it can reach through and-“ she shook her head and wrapped her arms tightly around herself. “It’s like my shields mean nothing to it. I don’t know what it’s waiting for, but I feel like it’s inevitable.”

    “You don’t know that.” Chris moved closer and placed a hand on her arm. “It hasn’t come for you. Your shields have held so far. It can’t devour you if it can’t reach you. Maybe if you stop Looking, it will lose interest.”

    Sophie shivered. “I don’t think it matters if I Look or not. I haven’t Looked in almost a week. I keep refreshing and strengthening my shields and I still feel it.” She looked sick. “And I don’t…I don’t think it wants to devour me.”

    “Well, that’s good, isn’t it?” Chris tried to make his voice lighter. “If whatever this monster, abyss, thing, is doesn’t want to eat you, then you’re somewhat safe…right?”

    Sophie shook as she locked eyes with her brother. “I don’t think it wants to eat me. I think it wants me to feed it. And…” her face was as pale as a corpse, her voice a pathetic whisper. “I don’t think I can stop it.”

    1. Connor/Dragoneye Avatar
      Connor/Dragoneye

      Man, the ambiguity! I love it. Such a rich presence of the abyss within this simple conversation between siblings. I want to know what’s really going on with Sophie and the abyss that’s clinging to her. What’s she gonna do about its hunger? Nicely done, Samantha!!

    2. gregovin Avatar
      gregovin

      Uh oh, that’s not good. The abyss wants her to help it eat living stuff, or is trying to turn her into a zombie. She is going to win against it somehow, either with self sacrifice or by magically effecting her mind. But whatever you do, it seems like a great story. The abyss that makes you work for it, the eldritch deity that drives you mad in a desire to feed it, the thing that convinces you that you cannot avoid it even though you can to try to get you to give up, or all of the above. This also nicely introduces magic without feeling out of place. Good job.

    3. ArkansanDragon Avatar
      ArkansanDragon

      This is the piece that inspired me to write mine, reminding me of my world’s own “endless hunger”. I love the dialogue here between the two siblings. It feels believable and keeps the story grounded while still bringing in an aspect of magic. Very well done! I’m wanting to know what happens next!

      1. Samantha R DeShong Avatar
        Samantha R DeShong

        Thank you! I’m going to leave a review on yours soon, I always really enjoy your work!

  8. Connor/Dragoneye Avatar
    Connor/Dragoneye

    “Price of the Pact”, Submitted by Connor/Dragoneye

    It had been a long week, travelling, staying away from major locales, and Carileph needed shuteye.

    Carileph plunged his sword into the earth, its blade enwreathed in violet fire. Sylhana’s loving face appeared within the flames as a misty shape within the smoke. “Do you think they’ll ever accept us?”

    “No, Hana. Do you see what we’ve become?” He remembered the pact. The two as one.

    It saved Sylhana for a time, before she began withering away, as if she was a rose in the desert. The Deep had rooted itself within her, it was too late to change. But, Hana wasn’t consumed by that gaping abyss. She had Carileph.

    “You know that we can’t run from that Psion forever, right?” spoke Sylhana, clearly concerned. Carileph pulled the hood off of his head, revealing his left eye, completely black like a cosmic void. “He’ll find us eventually. But, we can’t let that happen for now. I will not let it. He’ll take you.”

    “Svegizar is loyal to the Empire. No matter how long it’ll take, he’ll want me to pay.”

    Meddling within a plane sought by the most vile creatures, feared by the mortal populous, and unseen by living eyes. Such an accomplishment, with a grave cost.

    “Just sleep, honey. You’ve earned your rest.”

    1. Lily/Spiderlily Avatar
      Lily/Spiderlily

      I love this spin on the prompt! Correct me if I’m wrong, but the way I’m interpreting it, the deep abyss that they’ve found themselves in is a life on the run where a bad end is inevitable? Either they die running or they’re captured and, well who knows what happens then? Trial? Execution? Something very bad for sure. I love that through the circumstances they’re still together too, and you can really feel through their actions that they love each other still, despite the rough circumstances. This was unexpectedly nice, and kind of wholesome, even if it was sad as well. I really like this. I have no criticism.

      1. Connor/Dragoneye Avatar
        Connor/Dragoneye

        Thank you Lily! The Abyss is represented in multiple places here, but you’ve nailed it on the head. Since the prior story, Sylhana’s circumstances have drastically changed, and these circumstances led to both Sylhana and Carileph getting into trouble with people who are not easily dissuaded when messed with. The Abyss is a looming dread of their fate.

    2. Samantha Realynn Avatar
      Samantha Realynn

      I always really like your stories Connor! I really like the spin on the prompt! Like it says, the abyss isn’t always a physical thing. Sometimes it’s something darker, maybe even magical or supernatural. I really like these characters and how close they are, that no matter what they will face they will always be there for each other. It’s a sweet, heart-warming moment amidst the darkness. Very lovely job!

      1. Connor/Dragoneye Avatar
        Connor/Dragoneye

        Thank you, Samantha! I always do something dark in my stories, so I wanted to change things up in this one!

    3. William Maitland Avatar
      William Maitland

      One thing I always admire about your stories is how you’re able to put genuine, realistic emotion into this otherwise fantastical setting. On a fantastical level, if I’m interpreting it right, Hana’s spirit is being held in the sword. But on an emotional level, it’s simply two lovers trying their hardest to make things work, despite hardships. That’s the sort of universality you consistently nail right on the head, and I commend you for it.

  9. Margaret Couplet Avatar
    Margaret Couplet

    Never Seen the Sun
    By Margaret Couplet

    I’ve never seen the sun.

    It’s not all that bad really, living down here in the warm darkness, walls of rock cradling you like an embrace. But I’ve never seen the sun.

    I was born down here you know, a child of an adventurer and the dark. I have no siblings, now anyway, there was a time in which I had a sister but she’s gone now. She went up while I stayed here, too young to travel into the unknown.

    There is something down here with me, something other than the dark. I’ve never seen it, never met it in truth but I can feel it, just on the edges of my senses, like a drop of water dangling before the fall.

    I should leave, I could leave if I really wanted to. I want to see my sister again, I miss her dearly, so much it hurts. But no, I have never seen the sun, never seen the outside world and I have no desire to either.

    There is a rumbling in the caves, a creak to the stones that make up my world. I think it’s the thing that’s here with me but I have never been able to tell since the light that reaches my eyes has never caressed the thing in the shadows.

    It’s been getting hotter lately the caves heating up around me like a furnace or the sun, the darkness once said that the sun burns like no other thing in existence. I wouldn’t know, I’ve never seen the sun.

    The skin on the bottom of my feet turned to blisters today, the heat too much for them to handle. It’s uncomfortable, maybe I will leave after all to go see the sun, to meet my sister under its blinding rays.

    It’s too hot, the heat has never gotten this intense.

    The thing in the dark is getting closer, I can almost see it now.

    Too hot, the blisters never went away. They just got worse.

    I have never-

    1. Lily/Spiderlily Avatar
      Lily/Spiderlily

      Oh, Dear God, do you know how to set a mood. All I had to do was read that opening line, and I could already feel the emotions welling up inside me. Reading on through I was able to get sucked right in to the story like I was living it. I don’t think I could give a higher compliment than that. AND THEN THAT ENDING! I’m crying! This. This is perfect. I bow to your skills.

    2. Samantha Realynn Avatar
      Samantha Realynn

      Oh man…this story…it gave me so many feels! The setting you created, the emotions…hot dang! Once I started reading I couldn’t look away. Not that I wanted to! I felt like I was right there alongside the POV character as they went through all of those thoughts and emotions. And the ending…not going to lie it made me tear up a bit. They never got to see the sun after all…excellent job!

    3. I just have to say your first line had me hooked, and the last words made me shoot forward in my seat, yelling NO in my head. This was so well executed. It’s so interesting that the POV character really doesn’t care to see the outside world, but there are things pushing them to think about it. Just the mention of the cave and the sun made me think of The Cave from Plato’s Republic, though I’m sure that’s just me.
      I LOVED this piece!

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