Writing Group: The Teeniest Beastling (PRIVATE)

Hello everyone!

Time to make a sharp right turn out of the land of doom and gloom. Unless you are the most insidious dissident, this week fairly demands that you look inward to find the realms of cotton candy and sugar-plum whimsy within your own mind.

This week’s prompt is… absurdly wholesome:

 

The Teeniest Beastling

 

RULES AND GUIDELINES BELOW!
Make sure you scroll down and read them if you haven’t! You may not be eligible if you don’t!

 

Admittedly, this prompt was inspired by a story created by one of our own a while back, which you can find here. This is essentially the vibe we’re trying to capture. Not just a tiny beast but the teeniest beastling.

Here be hyperbole, gents.

Drench this submission in saccharin goodness. Shrink things down to a scale we can’t help but find tender and adorable by comparison. Turn your world-swallowing eldritch abomination into an angry little fella in an even larger eldritch horror’s aquarium, eating fully-inhabited celestial spheres dispensed into its environment like flakes of fish food. Wrap all the big evil of humanity into the package of a little baby, and let us all wonder at how something so lovely could pose such a tremendous threat. Write through the eyes of a chihuahua with a firm conviction that it is, in fact, at the top of this world’s food chain.

Whatever you want, just pay homage to the tone of this prompt. If we just wanted a small creature, I think that’s what we’d be asking for.

Teeniest. Beastling.

Give us a pleasant dream this time. We need it after the cold of the abyss.

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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The whole purpose of this is to show off the creativity of the community, while also helping each other to become better writers. Lean into that spirit, and get ready to help each other improve their confidence in their writing, as well as their skill with their craft!

 

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Comments

36 responses to “Writing Group: The Teeniest Beastling (PRIVATE)”

  1. No! Damnit! I was the only one who was supposed to write a story that didnt fit expectations!

    I am curious of what species the Puppies were, apparently some species that controls mind to make people take care of it. Very interesting interpretation of the prompt!

  2. ArkansanDragon Avatar
    ArkansanDragon

    “Sanctuary” by Magan (Legends of Dracora series: Modern Dracora, Age of Recovery)(350 words)

    The Slayer Wars of beastfolk against demigod had ended with Dracora’s Wrath, elemental spirits lashing out against the use of magic in warfare. Both sides suffered as the land was torn asunder by storm, famine, drought, fire, flood, and blizzard. They were lucky to avoid the apocalypse glimpsed by seers, but it would take decades to recover, and new black deserts of corrupted magic were permanent scars of their folly.

    Dawnstar the Selfless was the runt of her clutch. The dragoness was tiny at adulthood, pony-sized, but it saved her life when her family was killed by the crazed, demigod-slaying Cult of Nex. While other demigods focused their magic on growth, she turned her power to shrink herself. It wasn’t long after that she learned to shrink others and passed on the spell.

    Dawnstar counted their supplies again as her mate, Grainflint, the field mouse, entered the burrow with another newly shrunken group of demigod and beastfolk refugees. Folk never got used to the idea of a dragon and mouse pairing, but that shock kept them quiet long enough for her to recite house rules and get them settled. At this rate, they would have a city.

    “Low on food?” Grainflint asked as he hugged her.

    She nodded, “My turn to forage.”

    “You’re with child,” the mouse reminded gently, “You know how I feel about that.”

    She nuzzled him, twining her tail with his, “I’m a dragon. I’ll be fine.”

    He never won the argument, but she took a healer with the scouts to ease his mind.

    Dawnstar regained full size, gathering medical herbs and keeping watch while the others stayed small. The otters fished minnows from a drying puddle. The kirin and manticore gathered grains and hunted insects.

    The weather changed without warning, all too common nowadays. Hail struck Dawnstar as she gathered party and supplies, racing back to the burrows. The sudden firewhirl caught her off guard, nearly roasting them, but a blast of her lightning breath dispelled it.

    Grainflint fussed and scolded over her injuries when they returned, but overall she considered it a good day’s work.

    1. You wrote a great, sweet story here. You do a very good job with the transitions from big, descriptive things to their moment to moment dialogue, and back to something reflective.

      The relationship between Dawnstar and Grainflint seems so supportive. I hope I get to see more of this family in the future.

      You already heard my other thoughts, and those still stand! I like your answer to the prompt a lot, and the focus on the little moments are the highlight of the piece.

      Well done Ark!

    2. Samantha R DeShong Avatar
      Samantha R DeShong

      This was very sweet. I love the relationship between Dawnstar and Grainflint. It’s very supportive and lovely. I always like to see more of your world building and when focusing on little moments like this one. Very nice!

    3. Lord_Gatte Avatar
      Lord_Gatte

      Very nice piece of fiction you’ve added to your world, Ark! Dawnstar is quite the hero! I don’t have anything but praise for this piece! I really enjoy the wholesome vibes, and I’d like to see more between Dawnstar and Grainflint in future installments! Great Fic!

  3. “Small Tale”
    by Brickosaur

    The greatest hero in Greenslime County was a lightnin’-fast mud dragon. Her given name was Millie, but everyone called her Talltail, on account of her tailspines, long as ten inchworms and strong as an ant. Millie’s tail made her the fastest swimmer this side of Frogsbottom Pond.

    Every morning, Millie zipped all over the pond, back home ‘fore a fruitfly could finish cleanin’ his wings. And every evening she used her tail to swing all the hatchlings ’round and fling them into dewdrop pools.

    One day, while Millie raced around, she stumbled on a sight to freeze your blood solid. There stood a tardigrade, a-snufflin’ and a-stompin’. The ginormous water bear loomed like a pearl in sand, and each slow step was thunder in Millie’s bristles. The monster’s snoot gobbled every last critter there.
    “Noot noot!” it growled, in unending hunger.

    And it was comin’ direct to Greenslime.

    Millie had to do something! She’d heard tell of the unkillable water bears, whose empire spanned from Mount Vulcan to the Ever-Ice. They worshiped only water, ’cause without it, any tardigrade would freeze into glass.

    That was the answer. She had to get the monster where no drop could ever touch it. Millie looked up. She knew what to do.

    “Hey!” hollered the dragon. “You ain’t nothin’ but a coward and slower’n a starfish. C’mere and let me have a go at ya!”

    The beast bellowed, and charged for Millie. But she was ready. When it got close, she looped her spines and lassoed that there monster. Bear and dragon bucked so fiercely, they made waves that capsized cruise ships.

    Three whole nights of dares and fights. Then, Millie had her chance. With her strong tail, she FLUNG the monster right into the sun.

    The tardigrade roared. “NOOOOOOOT!” it thundered. Three, two, one, and it rocketed into space, turning to sparkling stone before Millie’s eyes.

    Some say that water bear is still in orbit today, a shootin’ star all in glass.

    And Millie? Well, she’s quick as she ever was. Still a-swimmin’ and a-flingin’, still the tallest tail in Greenslime County.

    1. “Here be hyperbole.” That’s the line that inspired this take on the prompt. This is my first real attempt at a tall tale, so I’d especially love any feedback regarding my delivery. How well does this match the tone and cadence of a classic, human-centric tall tale?
      Thanks!

    2. ArkansanDragon Avatar
      ArkansanDragon

      This is one of the funniest things I’ve seen all week! I think you absolutely nailed the “Tall Tale” narration (at least for the Old Wild West style). Millie really comes off as a cowgirl who could rival Pecos Bill, and fact that this all takes place on the micro-scale of life just adds to the ridiculousness of it all and I love it. Thanks for a great laugh and a wonderfully cute story!

    3. Samantha R DeShong Avatar
      Samantha R DeShong

      This was great and hilarious! Cowgirl Millie, fiercest wrangler in Greenslime! I absolutely love how you took the prompt and made it into a tall tale western style story! It’s fantastic! Millie stands there among the best of the Old West.

    4. Bwahahahahahah.

      Absolutly amazing, a tale to rival those of the heroes of acient greece. I love it.

      The realization at the scale of this adventurer together with the extreme hyperbole make this into a story that I wouldnt be surprised to see in a Childrens book!

    5. Good point with the foreshadowing vs tall tales just kind of saying things. I wasn’t sure I was observing that correctly, but you saw it too, so I’ll keep that in mind if I write any more of these 🙂

    6. gregovin Avatar
      gregovin

      The tale tale aspect is great, especially on the tiny scale. I love the part where Millie threw the Tardigrade into orbit, that is just ridiculous. It just reads like something that the community of these mud dragons would tell each other around dinner or something. Good job on the use of informal language, especially the use of apostrophes

  4. “The white Beast” Submitted by Exce

    The Amatus are a frightful species. They grow as they consume the magical flora and fauna of Moriesha, but they themselves are nearly totally immune to any magical attacks. This, combined with their immense skill as hunters, makes them indomitable hunters.

    As their numbers grew, the newest generation feasting on the flesh of those who came before had but one rule: Only the strong survive.

    Its egg was white as snow and as pale as bone. Where the eggs of its siblings were tall and meaty, their shells covered in faint veins, it was but small, and its shell was smooth.
    Of course the guardians of the brood caves noticed, this wasn’t the first ‘bad batch’. Sometimes something went wrong and the egg ended up deformed.

    And usually they would be disposed off, their unborn body feeding new hatchlings. But not it.

    When they came for its egg, it could feel their thoughts. Their intentions. And through its white shell, with its yet unborn mind it reached out.

    And it crushed their will like a venus fly trap crushes an insect before slowly melting it away.

    From then on, the guardians protected the small egg…and when someone could not be convinced to leave it alone they were brought before it as well.

    Finally the day of hatching came. And from within the egg a most tiny Amatus emerged.
    Its arms not muscle-bound like those of its brothers and sisters. Its fingers were fine, and its body far more delicate. Yet its claws were like needles, its teeth like razors.

    Its soul was like the sun.

    Where its body was weak, its mind was strong. Where its size was meak, it’s magic was titanic.

    It’s said that the Amatus used to have a king. But when they broke the contract the gods had given them, he had been torn apart, and since then they have never had one again.

    But one after another they bowed before the small Amatus and its magic.

    The white stood at their head as they kneeled.

    And a colossal black egg shook far below them.

    1. This is super cool, Exce! Though it’s not cute or fluffy in the slightest, this piece is a great response to the prompt. The name Amatus is really interesting, because it brings to mind several Latin-based languages’ word for Love, an image that contrasts sharply with the scene you’ve painted.

      That colossal black egg screams there will be a follow-up to this piece. Please do it! I’m intrigued by the Amatus and the beast to come.

    2. ArkansanDragon Avatar
      ArkansanDragon

      Amatus are creatures we’ve heard about from your other stories in the blog, right? I’m liking this glimpse further into their world. Most of all I like the way you describe the white one and it’s power, really giving a feeling and weight to it. Where does this take place in the timeline of events regarding these creatures? I’m wondering how well this new king will lead them, and to what end… Very well written and leaves me wanting to learn more. The only part that left me confused was the last sentence about a black egg. I feel like I’m missing some sort of context about that.

  5. gregovin Avatar
    gregovin

    “Lily”
    Gregovin
    I look at myself in a small mirror. I am a small changeling, I look like a babe with horns in a pink onesie. I remember when they put me in this lonely castle. I was crying the whole time as my mother abandoned me, said “Goodbye Lily”, and left me to be guarded and taught by the spirits of this place. There was always something … off with the spirits, and I couldn’t quite place my finger on it.

    I reminisce about the first time I escaped.

    I was supposed to go to my room, but instead I snuck through a small crack. Then I found an open window and exited the building, walked ten feet, and saw yellow eyes in the forest. I was so afraid I turned and ran back through the doors screaming. The spirits fixed the crack and scolded me for attempting such a thing. I was still reeling from seeing a monster when I went to sleep that night.

    A spirit appears, surprising me and bringing me back to the present. It is my closest friend among the spirits, and the only one who did not seem off. It tells me,
    “It is time. I will help you escape.”
    “Finally, I want to see the world.”
    “Follow me.”
    And so I follow through a maze of corridors and halls in the basement. At the exit the spirit tells me it can go no further, and so I walk into the night.

    In the forest, I hear a voice coming from far behind me but still clear. It repeatedly sings:
    “Follow everywhere I go, Top of the mountains is a valley low, I can give you everything you’re dreaming of, Just let me in. I’ll be the magic story that you’ve been told, you will be safe under my control, Just let me in”. I notice I am involuntarily walking toward the voice, and turn and run as fast as I can.

    I can still hear its whispers as I run for my life.
    I see smoke in the distance.

    1. What a sad, lonely story. I just want Lily to get all the good things in life. This takes a sharp turn from melancholy to terrifying as that mysterious voice beckons Lily to follow, and surrender her will. Nope nope nope! . . . and yet, I really want to know what that is, and what the voice has to do with the castle, and the smoke in the distance.

      Great little song, by the way! And a fascinating story overall.

      1. gregovin Avatar
        gregovin

        the smoke in the distance is supposed to be a village, to leave it hopeful

  6. Margaret Couplet Avatar
    Margaret Couplet

    Lady Belladonna
    By Margaret Couplet

    Lady Belladonna was small, Andrew had almost laughed at the notion that the tiny being before them was an adult before Commander Amera – Cody – had sent him a warning look. It wasn’t exactly a smart move to anger one of the great fire breathing drakes of the North, even if her head barely came level with his hip in human form.

    “I am aware of how I look, Squire, there is no need to stifle your humor. It amuses most of my nest mates as well, the dichotomy of my forms.” The dragon smirked at him.

    Her voice was deep, too deep to have really come out of her throat which meant that there was a degree of magic behind it. The thought made his hair stand on end.

    Comman- Cody sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “Please do not encourage him. While you may not mind there are others who would.”

    “Of course, but he will have to learn lessons about time and place some time and you may not be there to protect him. Now what brings two humans, two male humans who would have once come to steal our riders, to my humble abode?” She asked.

    Andrew absently wondered how someone that small could look imposing.

    “Lady Belladonna, we have come here on behalf of his Majesty Prince Federico de Scarletcho in regard to a matter pertaining to the Kindness.” Cody spoke, falling into the formal cadence of the courts between one breath and the next.

    Lady Belladonna cocked one eyebrow. “The Kindness. The women in white who walk the battlefields. Scavengers. The Gods’ Mercy. What possible reason could you have to come to me about them?”

    “They… well, there is no way to put this simply, they are vanishing and we do not know why. His Majesty would like to request the use of your library for the purpose of research into the matter.” Cody clarified.

    Lady Belladonna laughed. “It is not me you need to ask for access to my library, sir knight, but my rider.”

    1. gregovin Avatar
      gregovin

      Nice. Good connection to your other story, good fantasy world building where the dragons can become huge but are normally tiny. And now it is time for a fetch quest for her rider. Magically altered speech implies that illusion magic is a thing in this world, which could make for interesting conflict. Good use of dialogue, everything felt like it had a place.

    2. Samantha R DeShong Avatar
      Samantha R DeShong

      Oh I really like this! You’ve created this fascinating magical world and I love that you’ve expanded a bit more on it. It makes me want to read and know more about it. This is a very good piece.

  7. Lord_Gatte Avatar
    Lord_Gatte

    Title: Your First Job
    Written by: T.S.G. Sager

    “Imp 5689434!”

    That’s you! Finally, after hours of waiting, Lord Abaddon wants to offer you a career! You leap off your chair, and from there, your stubby legs carry you back to the front desk.

    “Thank you for waiting Imp 5689434, Lord Abaddon wishes to see you now. DON’T keep him waiting.”

    You step through the doors ahead of you, and your excitement quickly becomes fear. What if you embarrass yourself in front of the God? His literal job is to keep all the planets in the universe stable. He is the rock. He is the magma. What are you to him? You reach the doors to his office. You take one final deep breath, then walk in.

    You look around. His office is decorated in fine golds, platinum, and obsidian. More magnificent than you could ever imagine. You look up at him. He has his focus down on his paperwork, his pencil rapidly moving. As you open your mouth to speak, you hear: “Sponge. Next.”

    “Sponge? What in all of hell is a sponge?” You hear yourself audibly ask. What have you done? His pencil stops moving.

    “It’s a human instrument designed for cleaning. Please continue onward to your instructor, they will provide you with all you need to know.” He sighed.

    His dismissive response fills you with a sense of anger, you speak up once more. “But, M’Lord, I’m great with numbers. I’d even say I’m pretty good with mathematics in general.

    He finally blesses you with his gaze, a smirk on his face. “You’re good with number’s, eh? Alright, humor me.” He snorts. “What is the solution to the Riemann Hypothesis?”

    You freeze. What even is that? It sounds so foreign from basic addition and subtraction.

    He sighs. “Look Imp. There are a billion of you. Your race are Hell’s equivalent of Rabbits. I don’t wanna be here all millennia. You’re a sponge. Quit wasting my time, and you might see a promotion rather than a demotion. Next.”

    You leave disappointed. There are worse things than a sponge, right?

    1. Connor/Dragoneye Avatar
      Connor/Dragoneye

      Very interesting approach to the prompt. I think the second person perspective is a unique tool that you utilized. You didn’t give anything too concrete to make Imp 5689434 distinct enough as it’s own character, so you used the second person well in that regards. I enjoy this corporate variant of Hell, sort of like how I’d imagine a musical would twist tropes about Hell on it’s head, I love it a lot! Great job, Gatte!

      1. Lord_Gatte Avatar
        Lord_Gatte

        Thanks Connor, I’m really glad you liked it! Hell in my shared universe is something I’d definitely like to explore further. Since it’s an alt. Earth, Hell is constantly evolving alongside the Humans. Originally it was just a few kingdoms surrounded by manga, then the 9 circles of Dante’s view, and now something more corporate. I look forward to exploring that, and what you think when I do! ^^

    2. gregovin Avatar
      gregovin

      The use of religion to get people to behave according to your whim reminds me of Foundation. Very clever, have the humans inspire a cult-like following from the imps and then use them to do banal tasks. Also, the numbering reminds me of D-class from the SCP foundation, which makes me think that these beings are entirely disposable. The subtle world building is great, you just mention Hell and everything about the world changes

      1. Lord_Gatte Avatar
        Lord_Gatte

        I actually didn’t intend that, but it’s awesome that you pointed out the similarities! :O
        Funny thing is, the Imps in hell are viewed as a pest, because like rabbits all they do is breed. So, they are very much disposable in the eyes of Abaddon and the Akuma. 😛
        Thanks for all the positive words, Gregovin! 😀

  8. Connor/Dragoneye Avatar
    Connor/Dragoneye

    “The Anchor” Submitted by Connor/Dragoneye

    “Where is it?”

    Salvari thought as she fished through the dusty chest, past the trinkets and baubles that littered its interior. From her toy boat to her wooden cutlass, all of it was surprisingly in tact.

    “What are you looking for, deary?” The gentle voice of Salvari’s mother took hold of her attention, prompting her to stop her search. “That necklace that Dad gave to me. I thought I threw it in with all my old stuff.”

    “Oh, I found it a while back. I kept it in our room.”

    The juxtaposition of a stoic half-orc, all grown up, standing in a little girl’s room was jarring to Salvari. However, among her room swept away in the painted waves of a sea across the walls, she saw those churning waves roll again, if for but a brief moment.

    The wonder she once held, gone. But the memories, certainly still alive.

    She held her eyes shut, only to see a little Salvari, with tusks barely visible, and Dad, the tall, strong and charming sailor that he was, his tusks on full display. She was frolicking around the room, roaring a roar only matched in scale by a kitten’s meow, and Dad ran, in absolute “terror” of the tiny Kraken in his house.

    He scooped Salvari into his arms, saying, “And now, I have the greatest catch in all of the land: a Kraken!” Little Salvari kicked, screamed, and giggled until she was released.

    “Daddy’s gotta go on another voyage, and it’ll be a very long time until I’m back. But, if you’re ever afraid that I’m not back yet, hold as tightly as you can to this, and I’ll hear you from across the seas.”

    In his palm, a tiny anchor on a looped chain. Salvari’s eyes beamed with joy as he lifted it up and around her neck. He pulled her into a deep hug in his burly tattooed arms.

    “I love you, Salvari.”

    “You too, daddy.”

    Image:
    https://i.imgur.com/klUgF6h.jpg

    1. Samantha R DeShong Avatar
      Samantha R DeShong

      This…this was too precious! A sweet moment between a father and his adoring daughter…this was very sweet. I love the take on the prompt. We need more sweet stories like this. I’m no pro at composition but I really liked this. I could tell when the flashback started, when adult Salvari thought back to the time she was given the trinket. I think you did an excellent job.

      1. Connor/Dragoneye Avatar
        Connor/Dragoneye

        Thank you, Samantha! I didn’t know how to use this prompt until I noted a connection to how parents and children interact sometimes.

    2. Lord_Gatte Avatar
      Lord_Gatte

      Oh my! What a sweet, and pleasant read! The nostalgia of this really hits home when I think of my Dad and I playing with a pirate ship when I was much younger. It also makes me yearn to do the same with my *future* children when I have them. Such a incredible piece, Connor, the fact that it sparks those feelings in people really says a lot about it.
      No gripes this time, thought I read an error, just double checked, you’re good on that front too! Amazing job!

    3. Margaret Couplet Avatar
      Margaret Couplet

      Oh my gods! It’s so precious! I love it! I utterly adore family feels and the way you’ve formatted this to have the normally terrifying kraken be an utterly adorable little girl in a costume. Looking back on it costumes and playing pretend actually opens the prompt up more and I love how you’ve used it here.

    4. This story is wonderful, Connor! You do the flashback so well, and I really enjoy the transition from grown-up Silvari to her young self. Every moment informs us of her relationship with her parents, and I really feel the small elements that answer the prompt. Good choice using the anchor as a symbol for Silvari, and for us between the two scenes!

  9. Samantha Realynn Avatar
    Samantha Realynn

    “New Friend?”
    By Samantha Realynn

    “Help! Someone save me from this-this terrible-okay, no. I’m sorry I can’t. You can’t expect me to take this seriously.”

    Clara pouted up at her brother. He was being quite rude, laughing at her new friend. She stomped her foot angrily and hoisted the thing up to him. “You apologize! You hurt his feelings!”

    Alex barely managed to calm himself and looked at the creature. The thing stared at him with red eyes. It looked more annoyed than anything, probably with being picked up by some random girl and carted around like a child. He bit his tongue to prevent another laugh from bursting out from him. Clara already looked ready to skin him alive. “Alright, I’m so- “ he choked for a moment. “I’m sorry. You-You’re very- “ He took a deep breath. “You’re very fierce and sc…”

    “Alex!” Clara glared and stomped her feet as he doubled over laughing.

    “I’m sorry I’m sorry!” Alex held up his hands. “But a tiny shoggoth is not exactly what I’d call ‘fierce and scary.’ Their parents, now that’s a different story. How did you even find one?”

    “School.” Clara replied. She held the thing to her, petting it behind its head ridge. “Someone was going to kill him, so I rescued him.”

    “Uh-huh.” Alex raised an eyebrow. “And the parent?”

    “He didn’t have one. I think he got lost somehow. They were gonna kill him!” Clara cooed at the thing. “But he was so brave! He bit the mean peoples and ran away! I rescued him before he could get caught! So fierce for such a teeny baby!”

    Alex bit his tongue again. The shoggoth looked like an indignant toddler at the cooing. “Okay, how about we-“

    Clara shrieked, dropping the shoggoth and cupping her nose. Alex sighed and watched it dart off. “That‘s that then. Are you okay?”

    “He bit me!”

    “I saw. Come on. Let’s make sure your nose won’t fall off. Then we can get some sweets.”

    “Okay…it was still cute though. It was so teeny for a monster!”

    1. Connor/Dragoneye Avatar
      Connor/Dragoneye

      This is so adorable! This tiny shoggoth sheltered by siblings will be the new Baby Yoda! I like the interactions between the siblings, and the implied worldbuilding elements. Is this school a magical school? For some reason, this story reminds me of a webcomic called Muted, but Lovecraftian instead of conventionally magical. I love this story a lot! Excellent job, Samantha!

    2. I adore the sibling interactions in this story. Alex is so sarcastic, he reminds me of the ribbing my own siblings and I do. This is a perfect moment, paced very well. And I really like that the young shoggoth gets away cleanly, yet there’s always that possibility the bite will come to bother Clara in the future . . .
      Fantastic story. I loved it!

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