Writing Group: A Different Kind of War

Hello, soldiers and civilians!

Did you ever think the pall of war had missed you? That fighting was something other people got wrapped up in? Well, I’ve got news for you: there are all kinds of war, and someday, you’re bound to be drafted into one of them. That’s why…

This week’s prompt is:

 

A Different Kind of War

 

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At a glance, this kind of sounds like it’ll be a grim subject. War, but different. Maybe this time they’re using chemicals or memetic weapons. Maybe they’re still shooting each other to death like they always have, just for a new reason.

There will be submissions which take this more literal route, and they’re going to be great.

But remember: wars aren’t only fought on the battlefield. That’s how we use the term these days, but I think there’s something deeper in it. In fact, if you trace it all the way back to its roots, you find that it gradually shifts from our current “armed conflict” to an archaic “general, violent, uproarious confusion”. More or less. 

And that is something which can happen anywhere.

So when you’re thinking about this submission, instead of just reframing the structure of two factions and some bloody conflict between them, think about the more general tumult that erupts at the center of contention. Think about all the different places it can happen, and what it’s like to be at the center… and then layer over something new.

For instance, maybe we have the foot soldier’s perspective: a cacophonic storm of death all around them, nothing but adrenaline keeping them on their feet. And now apply that perspective to a child in a divorce. Imagine, instead of bullets whizzing by, biting words, one parent to another.

Maybe we have the surveyor’s perspective: watching the formation and the carnage that, unable to see any individual face but watching the bodies fall. And now apply that perspective to a foreman at a factory, watching, day by day, as the machines come in to replace your line workers.

These are smaller, yes, and quite a bit less bloody. But they’re wars all the same.

Find yours, and write about it. Put us at the dizzying center of that general, violent, uproarious confusion, and if we manage to walk away afterward, leave us reeling.

Dismissed, and godspeed.

 

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125 responses to “Writing Group: A Different Kind of War”

  1. Montie Avatar
    Montie

    The Last Paladin
    by Montie

    “HURRY, THERE COMING,” George shouted.

    I run, following him not far behind as I hear them screeching and chittering behind us. I dare not look.

    “Come on Sam you ran faster as a child, put some effort in,” George berated.

    We could see the gates of Slaughter Guard the last bastion, we had. The army of one thousand I was part of reduced to me and my brother. We were in rearguard when George and I heard the retreat order. “Lucky us,” I thought to myself.

    “Sam, drop your sword it’s slowing you down. The legion will catch us,” George yelled.

    We heard the crack of cannons as we ran into the gate the door nearly crushing us.

    “We made it,” I said “We made it! George”

    But, when I looked he wasn’t there. so looked out the gate. There he was, a statue made of soot and ash adorned in his armor. I was alone.

    1. Felicia Taylor Avatar
      Felicia Taylor

      You’ve got some really good tension here, but it’s a bit too short. The buildup and background are interwoven nicely into the story. However, I think having someone proofread it will help it come together better, as there are some grammar and word tense issues. Still, there’s a lot of care between the siblings, and seeing George become a statue devasted Sam. I’m assuming the war they’re facing is fear. Very good story.

  2. Felicia Taylor Avatar
    Felicia Taylor

    Sleepless War by Lunabear

    “All right! Time to prepare for battle!”

    Mayhew checked off his inventory one by one.

    Stuffies. He looked over his three stuffed plushies: a wolf, dragon, and mini Eldritch creature. Check.

    Soothing ambiance. He pressed a button on his small machine, and sounds of a thunderstorm filled the room. Check.

    Warm milk. He picked up the full glass from the nightstand and took a small sip. “Ahh,” he exclaimed. Check.

    A quick glance at the digital clock showed it was almost midnight.

    “You can do this. You WILL do this!” Mayhew encouraged himself.

    Clicking off the light, he eased into bed, burrowing underneath the warm blankets and nestling his back against the mountain of pillows behind him.

    He released a sigh as the thunderstorm transitioned into an avian forest, trilling bird calls resounding.

    He rolled to the right, his white wolf giving him a smile in greeting. Fluffling his pillow, he readjusted himself until his legs were curled inward. He held his position for some time in the hopes that reinforcements would arrive. The bird calls morphed into a heartbeat. Nothing yet.

    He turned to his other side with a frustrated growl. He sat and flew his dragon in circles above his head as he imitated soft roars. Launching it to the foot of the bed where it landed with a soft thud, he sighed again and drank the lukewarm milk, returning the glass.

    The clock displayed 15 minutes after midnight. A disgruntled noise escaping him, Mayhew covered his head with the blanket, squeezing his eyes shut until it hurt.

    “It won’t win this time.”

    He relaxed his eyelids and took slow, deep breaths. The oscillating fan conjured peaceful images of wind-swept meadows and dazzling sunshine. Still nothing. He groaned.

    Removing the blankets from his head, he moved to his back and rested in a spread eagle formation.

    He stared unblinkingly at the green ceiling.

    Crackling fire was cancelled out by the twittering of birds outside of his window and morning traffic.

    Muted morning light saluted him through his blinds. Mayhew gave another heavy sigh, rising.

    “You win THIS round.”

    1. Calliope Rannis Avatar
      Calliope Rannis

      Oh hey, you are in the public post this time! I would have missed you if I hadn’t been scrolling down here to see what my public post copy’s comments were. This was an adorable little story what with the plushies and his interactions with them, though it was a shame that he couldn’t get to sleep this time.
      I suppose there is one major flaw in his plan, which is that trying actively to go to sleep makes it way harder to do that! Hopefully he finds his way to regular sleep sometime soon though – I initially thought it would be a battle with nightmares, so I was expecting it to go creepy at some point, but this failure was a much slower and quieter one than expected, which I did appreciate also. 🙂

      1. Felicia Taylor Avatar
        Felicia Taylor

        Yep. Twitch Subscription timed out, but it’s fine. It was a blast. Thank you for your feedback.

        This one snuck up on me, but the end result is nice. I hadn’t thought of taking the nightmare route, though. I suffer from insomnia. And yeah, forcing things rarely work, but Mayhew was desperate. Lack of sleep messes with one’s thinking. I’m really glad you enjoyed it.

        1. Calliope Rannis Avatar
          Calliope Rannis

          True, desperation does indeed do that. Hope to see you in private chat sometime again if you can afford it! <3

    2. RainbowRayBubbles Avatar
      RainbowRayBubbles

      I love this take that every night is a battle. The spacing of the paragraphs is pretty good. If there were a way to shorten some of the lines of dialogue, that would be nice. But really, that’s my only constructive criticism because the rest seems pretty friggin rad.

  3. Letter from the Battlefield
    by NocteVesania

    My dearest Mirabelle,

    How are things there in our little home? I hope our son William, young man of the house, is helping with the harvest. He was never really much on chores. And our sweet little Isabella, how big she must be now! Every night, I pray this war will end in the morning, so I can be in your warm embrace again.

    Alas, the war drags on. Our forces are dwindling and reinforcements are nowhere to be found. The encampments are riddled with disease and despair. Other soldiers have resorted to desertion and I would’ve done the same if only I did not have a reason to fight, a family to protect.

    The rebel forces stand unyielding. We had the advantage of strength in numbers, as well as in skill with the sword. However, that does not matter anymore. Everyday, our brothers fall fighting valiantly on the battlefield, but our foe still stands. I sometimes question the futility of this battle, especially after seeing that sight.

    Yesterday, we stood our ground in the face of our foe. With every swing of our sword, blood streaks the air like a fountain of death. The battle was going in our favor, until he appeared. A man clad only with leather, walked into the thick of the chaos. The rebels see him and start to back off. My brothers and I are stunned for a second, until the man raises his hands. Some of us, the wiser bunch, I should say, start running away. It was too late when the rest of us realized what was happening.

    From the man’s hands, a great fire shoots out, setting soldiers alight. Our forces scattered, and the line was broken. I ran for my life and found a trench in which to hide in. There, a comrade lay, his body scorched and his breath failing. I kneeled beside him and he uttered only one word, “Magic.”

    I do not know when I can leave this accursed bloodshed, but I will always have hope while I remember your warm smiles.

    Love,
    Cedric

    1. Felicia Taylor Avatar
      Felicia Taylor

      This is truly heartbreaking for both Mirabelle and Cedric. The dread here is palpable. Not only are they fighting a useless war, but a war they were not equipped for. I love how grounded this story is and well you’ve integrated magic into it.

      The only thing I saw amiss was this sentence.

      I ran for my life and found a trench in which to hide in.

      Remove the second “in”, and it’s fine.

      Poor Mirabelle must be sick because there’s nothing she can do to help her husband. I hope Cedric makes it out. Extremely tragic and powerful, Nocte.

  4. john gio cabbuag Avatar
    john gio cabbuag

    The tragedy of a young king
    Author: Gio

    The king is a symbol of power that rules all over its subjects with dignity and poise, he must lead them with the kindness of a Samaritan and the ferocity of a lion. Yet if the king dies how will it be decided who will rule?

    At first, you think about his eldest son as most successors of the throne.

    But alas, he is young and is unfit to rule. And as he takes the throne of his father, bearing responsibility that is too much of him. Many will see this as an opportunity for their rise in power.

    War is like evolution, as a species develops continuously throughout the ages, so
    has war evolved.

    And this war is a war of power.

    First, the uncle, who offers the young king all of his beautiful daughters to be his concubines. A tempting offer yes, but the uncle was not the only one who seeks his crown.

    Next, came the bishop, and his offer is a blessing from God. A blessing to have freedom from the sin of greed, for him to be able to claim whatever treasure he wished. All he needs is his approval.

    But, not wanting to be undone, the alchemist presents his amazing offer to the young king. The offer was a potion, a potion of immortality. The power that only rivals that of a God, the power to defeat death, and reigns his kingdom for all time.

    The young, impressionable king was wise as his father taught but impressionable to those with age. The offers are tempting to him, but his resolve wavers.

    The power of lust, envy, and pride. The sins that can destroy a kingdom is presented to the young king, as a token for their hand in the throne.

    As the king sits on his throne, thinking about the offers that give them the power to rule, the power of a king, that he was granted. What came next, was greed, and greed leads to their deaths. In an instant, he orders their execution and takes their offers, all that leads name as a tyrant

    1. Great story! This is a great perspective on a struggle for power by way of bribery and influence, reminiscent of ths story of Paris and the golden apple. In this, the choices are very grounded in that they reflect something realistically desired by human beings. Also, I like how no names were made up for this story, which gives this a generic feel as in this struggle can be applied to any world. Great job!

  5. abyssqueen14 Avatar
    abyssqueen14

    The Other Hill
    By abyssqueen14

    “Food!”

    “Food!”

    “Food!”

    We felt it in the air, our pursuit at a close. There before us lay several long yellow sticks that smelt of food. The membrane was tough and brittle, but after drilling through it we were rewarded with a soft center, perfect for the hill. Together we dismantled our find, ready to move on.

    Marching forward, marching forward, marching forward. It was then we saw it…

    Another hill.

    “Enemy!”

    “Danger!”

    “Protect!”

    We moved forward to alert the others. To our hill. The hill. When did they arrive? How long have they been building up their colony? Surely it was less complex and filled with a weak queen. Of that, we could not be certain and needed to prepare.

    When we arrived at the hill we alerted the soldiers. Us foragers cannot fight as well, but we knew that numbers would be needed to overwhelm the other hill. Some stayed behind to protect the queen, the babies, and the colony as a whole. Together we pushed forward.

    Following the path we just took we quickly found them. Suddenly, as we arrived enemies spilled out of the mouth they called a hill. They were ready to protect, but we were ready to win. Quickly we advanced into the sea of battle, aiming for their entrance. As we thrust forth, our brethren began to fall alongside us, but we continued to launch into attack.

    We felt a new wave of the other crash into our momentum. Their inner protection must have been starting to crumble. We bit, we trampled, we continued to overpower. Finally we broke through to the entrance of this other hill.

    —————————————————————————

    “Wow there sure are a lot of ants there Kyle.” noticed James, motioning to Kyle.

    “Seriously, it’s totally creeping me out. I swear these swarms just randomly pop out of the ground.” replied Kyle, as a look of disgust crept across his face.

    “Do you wanna spray them with the hose?” eagerly asked James.

    “Hmm. Lets stomp on them first, and then see if any survive for the hose!” suggested Kyle.

    “Agreed! Ready when you are!”

    1. This reminded me of this story about what an ant would think about a road while not understanding what the road is. The life and death battle between two opposing forces while another group who has no dog in this fight mindlessly waits to kill the winners is creepy. I like how you used the repetitiveness to set both a simple yet alien-like mindset for a bug, which would be working off instinct rather than true thought. Very nice.

  6. RainbowRayBubbles Avatar
    RainbowRayBubbles

    “Fighter Pilot & A Train” by C.W. Spalding

    They clutched the straps of their harness. The world was not picturesque when thrown up at them with incredible speed. Unfortunately, there’s no reprieve from the rising landscape. But, for now, other than the burning in their throat and the whine of a failing machine, the world is calm. Peaceful even. A weightlessness gripped the pilot as the nose turned down. Down.

    The wind is loudly plastered against their face. The thwop of it is deafening. More so than the thudding of the blood in their skull. The pilot has little hope except the ground should decide to swallow them up. But, the rooftops stand still as the fuselage and all its accompanying parts hurdle down.

    Open the way!

    No such luck.

    The pilot says one final prayer as they smack into the forest below.

    A train howls.

    The train is walking heavily.

    It’s tromping over railroad ties in leaps and bounds. Is it running without breaks? Because, it isn’t slowing, despite the roofs that punctuate the trees ahead. The whistle warns it’s coming, whooping. The high-pitch of its call is deceiving. Such a behemoth should bellow, no? Regardless, the train calls out. It is trying to warn the rooftops how its frame would slam. It would crush anyone unfortunate enough to cross its path.

    Again, this time more forceful, it shrieks. Because the destination is in sight and the train is clattering so quickly. Open the way!

    Open the way!

    Lo and behold.

    The way opens.

    “Thaaaat’s it!” Joanna chuckled.

    Timothy burbled and batted away the next spoon she sent careening towards his mouth. The plastic thing bounded across the floor as he made an unhappy mumble.

    “I swear, every day’s a battle with you!”

    “Going to war again, honey?” Her wife asked jokingly from the other room.

    Joanna grunted. “I can’t wait until he’s on whole foods.”

    Then she turned back to baby Timmy who was much more content to munch on his high chair than accept her spoons.

    She sighed.

    “Here comes the train! Choo! Choo!”

    1. Erin Clare Avatar
      Erin Clare

      Fun little twist! The tenses you use are a little confusing, though. Are you flipping between past and present tense? Other than that, it’s a clever illustration. The execution just needs to be smoothed out a little bit. I would put maybe a kind of break between the pilot and train section, like a few asterisks (***) or periods (…) to emphasize the shift in perspectives. I kept waiting for something to happen between the pilot and the train somehow like they would interact.

      So, I guess in summary, work on clarifying what tense you’re writing in, and clarifying shifts in perspective that don’t interact together? Hope this helps. Good entry!

      1. abyssqueen14 Avatar
        abyssqueen14

        I agree with Erin that there are bits of confusing language regarding past and present tense. I love the creativity you put into this post. I imagine many parents who have fed their child this way can relate to how you’ve described this war.

      2. RainbowRayBubbles Avatar
        RainbowRayBubbles

        Ah darn it, I knew I should have read it out loud. Thanks for catching that though. Next week I’ll have to take more care with it!

  7. Erin Clare Avatar
    Erin Clare

    “Re-Entry” by IrishPixie

    Symon stared through the cave opening to the battle above: a writhing mass of flashing weapons, flapping wings, and flailing limbs. The cries, the clashing, rung in his ears. Anger, pain, and sorrow. But these were not directed at the enemy. They didn’t spring from a desire for justice that was now false. He could see their faces, the features distorted, and creased beyond sanity. Their strikes and blocks held only acceptance that there was no meaning anymore. There was no light, no hope, no belief that this war would end in peace.

    “They’ve fallen into despair,” he breathed. Robin turned her head sharply to him, panting. Anna glanced up but didn’t move. He could sense the shadow of the situation threatening to enfold them too. “Don’t you see what this means?” he pleaded. “They don’t want to fight! They’re convinced there’s nothing else they can do, but that’s not the truth!” Fear and certainty swarmed in his chest. “We have to stop it. We can save them- show them there’s another way! All they have to do is stop fighting.”

    “Symon, no.” Anna rose to her feet. “That’s crazy. What you’re thinking… It’d never work! You’d get yourself killed!”

    “I have to agree with Ann on this one,” Robin added quietly. Her wings shook while her hands busied themselves with bandages. “There are hundreds of soldiers out there and only three of us, not counting Prince Ren.” She nodded her head at the wounded royal.

    “So we get them to stop each other- start a chain reaction! It’s more possible now than ever and…” A sharp cry of pain pierced his eardrums. Imageal were falling now. Broken, battered bodies and twisted silhouettes plummeted to the valley below. The boy gazed desperately at Robin. “Someone has to try.”

    Slowly, she nodded.

    He strapped his helmet back on and faced the sky, wings braced. “Anna, look after Prince Ren. I’ll see you when this is over.” His wings gave the downstroke, and he took off towards the last battle.

    1. RainbowRayBubbles Avatar
      RainbowRayBubbles

      I don’t know a lot of the context, but I’m interested oh yeah. You have my attention most definitely.
      So, names, places, fantasy creatures? I am totally behind all that and eating it up. Yes to it yes.

      I dooon’t know what these creatures are though, are they dragons? Are they winged humanoids? They seem like angels, perhaps. Perhaps this is part of something larger, which would be awesome and in which case I just don’t know the context.

      Would love to know more. 🙂

      1. Erin Clare Avatar
        Erin Clare

        Glad you find it interesting! They are angel-like creatures: humanoid, but with wings and a few other physical characteristics unique to their species. I’m working on a novel and thought this would be a good exercise for writing future scenes and moments. I’ve been a bit out of touch with my writing/this story lately, so I’m hoping these prompts can help with that, and overall help me hone my skills more. ^_^

  8. “Focus” by Clement Martin

    “Oi! Are you even listening?”

    Alain snaps his fingers in my face several times. I push his hand away absent-mindedly, looking at the television on the wall behind him. Nobody reacted when he rose his voice. The hubbub of the pub is still going on.

    “No, of course mate,” I finally reply. “Yes I am. You were saying something about… fighting?”

    Alain stares at me for a while, I’m not sure why. He sighs wearily, downs his pint and orders another. He starts rolling a cigarette on the counter. I love that smell.

    “What I was trying to say, is they’re after us man. The rich, the powerful: it’s a class thing, plain and simple. If we so much as try and organise, they’ve got to do something because there are too many of us. They don’t stand a chance.”

    Just like that attacker. There’s no way he’s passing that defence. No sir.

    Fingers snapping again.

    “Come on! You don’t even like soccer.”

    “But I do! I watch all the games!”

    “Oh yeah? Who’s most likely to win the champions league, then?”

    My mind goes blank. Alain mutters under his breath and takes a swig from his second pint. I check my phone. So many notifications! Boring, boring, boring… oh that’s brilliant. He has to see this.

    “…but they’re not alone. They’ve got fingers in all the pies, but especially in the media. Now listen, I’m not a conspiracy theorist, most of these guys are complete crackpots. But it’s a structural thing, with the multiplication of new forms of communication, big companies have to…”

    I look at him intently, waiting for an opening. He goes on and on about competition, economics, something about time… He finally pauses to drink and I nod to the picture on my phone. It’s a caricature of the prime minister. It’s hilarious. And it’s political!

    Alain smiles thinly, and sighs again. He’s always like that when I’m not listening well enough. I try to humour him.

    “So… a war, you said? That’s scary. But what would they fight for, anyway?”

    “Attention.”

    1. RainbowRayBubbles Avatar
      RainbowRayBubbles

      Your dialog flows well, you’ve got a good rhythm. The fingers snapping was solid, it caught my attention as a reader as much as it did the character in the story.

      Also, your paragraphs were well spaced, as in the length wasn’t too long or short. Great structure, keep up the good work.

      1. Many thanks! I’m glad the finger snapping was effective, and that you liked the piece overall. It was my first here and I really enjoyed writing it. I’ll do as you say and keep up the good work, thanks again!

    2. R J Chapman Avatar
      R J Chapman

      This deserves more upvotes. Pub politics…is there any other situation where the inebriated garbage that pours out of your mouth sounds like philosophical gold? The interaction between these two is great – I have probably fulfilled both of these roles over the years. My only minor nitpicks are ‘The Champions League’* and the the Prime Minister should be capitalised as they’re proper nouns and the fact that you use ‘soccer’ rather than football (I know that’s what Americans call it but this setting and characters seemed very British to me – particularly referencing the Prime Minister rather than a President and pub rather than bar – but if I’ve misread that then fair dos). All in all, I thought was a really fun read. Great job!

      *Technically it should be ‘The Champions’ League’ but clearly Uefa have no idea how to use apostrophes!

      1. Hahaha many thanks, you’re absolutely right on every count. The story started out in a French café (hence “Alain”) and ended up in a Scottish pub, but things got muddled in my brain in the process 🙂

        Thanks for the comment, glad you liked it!

    3. ClockworkPigeonz Avatar
      ClockworkPigeonz

      I like the duality here of the battle for attention being ‘fought’ by both the characters in the story and the politicians they’re talking about. It ties up the ending really well and feels like a natural place for the story to end. And the conversation between the two reminds me of discussions I’ve been a part of, trying to chime in with something relatable while not fully invested in the conversation.

      1. Well, I didn’t do it consciously but you’re right. Glad it’s relatable, I think I too have been on both sides of this conversation 🙂 Thanks for the comment!

    4. Manyletters Avatar
      Manyletters

      I feel like I have been part of these exact conversations in the past. The fight for attention is very well expressed here but written in such a way that I didn’t realize it until the last line. Very well done, I like how the there are so many sensory experiences in the story that pull the reader just as much as the main speaker.

  9. skeptism Avatar
    skeptism

    “New Normal”
    by Skeptism

    Maria fiddled with the camera as she waited. She should be used to this now, but the ball of tension in her stomach never did ease. The speakers blared out a loud ring and she clicked accept.

    A tired-looking woman greeted her, white hair shining under florescent light. “How are you?”

    Maria smiled. “I’m doing well, and you?”

    “Tell me about your week.”

    Maria looked down at her notes and began reading. “Every morning I have kept my daily regimen of two antivirals in the morning and night.” She could hear the woman clicking.

    “I have followed regulations on 30 seconds of 70% alcohol hand washes every hour, as well as Center regulated moisturizer.” Maria looked up to see the reflection of her hands scrubbing on the woman’s glasses.

    The woman nodded. “You’ve kept up with standards of cleanliness. It’s the only way we can keep safe.” The woman paused. “Have you had any visits in the past week?”

    Maria blinked. “None.” She saw the woman look through more recordings, Maria pacing in her stark white bedroom.

    “I see you spend a lot of time in front of your window. Is your screen broken?”

    “I just like looking at the trees,” Maria answered. “Seeing how they move in the wind.”

    The woman frowned. “You are aware of the recommendations against engagement with environmental triggers, correct?”

    “Yes, of course,” Maria replied.

    “Then I recommend you spend less time in front of that window and return to your screen.” The woman shook her head. “Soon they’ll relocate everyone in those antiquated houses. Too dangerous.”

    Maria nodded. “Of course.”

    The woman sighed. “Final check – we noticed a two-second pause in your driveway camera feed three days ago.”

    “Of yes,” Maria shook her head. “I’ve been talking to Global this week. Spotty connections.”

    “No stable connections, always doing repairs. I’m surprised they’re still contracted.” The woman shook her head. “We will see you next week Maria.”

    “See you,” Maria replied. The camera light blinked off.

    She kept smiling, a slip of paper clutched in her palm. ‘I love you. See you soon.’

    1. Michael Case Avatar
      Michael Case

      How very dystopian in it’s monastic feel of scheduled everydayism. While in the same time drives me to want to know more about how this all happened, while see this happening in the real world as we speak. Strangely you seem to have glimpsed a possible future of us all.

    2. abyssqueen14 Avatar
      abyssqueen14

      I was hooked in when I related to Maria’s anxiety and this story just kept getting more interesting. I want to know more about the world you’ve created here, it is clearly dystopian but also feels like a more realistic take then other dystopian pieces I’ve read. This is exceptional.

    3. This story has a creepy yet realistic undertone. It reminds me more of the news rather than another story. how many governing bodies are tripping rights away in favor of an authoritarian control under the guise of safety. Here in the US, we have state governors making rulings that go against the constitution as well as what their own medical advisors are saying. There’s a book by Isaac Asimov called Caves of Steel about a society closed off from nature in domes with most people being agoraphobic to the world outside the dome. A story like this could easily serve as a precursor to that story. This was scarily realistic. Excellent.

  10. Inky Segno Avatar
    Inky Segno

    “I Think I’d Say Sorry”
    By Inky Segno (aka Harmonic Voltage)

    They were everywhere, surrounding me from all angles as I stood in the desolate no-man’s land. I should have known the risks when I leapt out, but in blind optimism, I jumped from my comfort and rushed in. All I wanted was to make it better, to do better for myself and for those waiting for me. Now that I look at my hands in desperation, knowing full well what would happen, it didn’t matter much anymore. Instead of fear or anxiety, I felt numb and oddly euphoric. 

    My tired and worn mind didn’t question why the soldiers wore many different coloured uniforms. Some were white from head to toe, a few were half red half blue, even completely black. The thing we all had in common was the powdery dirt that caked our uniforms, though it stuck to us for different reasons. 

    It was a colourful assortment, and they were all targeting me. But maybe I…wanted this? Craved it, even? 

    Their insults were all things I had heard many times before, and I closed my eyes to let them pour over me like rain. It was when they began to speak in voices whose familiarity I couldn’t put my finger on that I felt true pain. Hearing “Why can’t you do anything useful?” from a voice that seemed to replicate my own father’s cut me down, made me bow my head in embarrassment. Someone who had the will to live would have fought back against these taunts, but not I, for I knew it was true. 

    Taking in a breath, I put my hand to my throat and swallowed their words with my nonexistent pride. My head was blissfully empty, and I began to count my last seconds. At 163, a sharp pain shot through my stomach. 170, and I was smiling happily. 

    If I could say anything, I would say “I’m sorry, please excuse my life.” 

       
    “…Yesterday night, 27 year old Luka Trykker was found dead in his apartment. Cause of death was assumed to be suicide by overdose, as an assortment of pills were found around his corpse…”

    1. This is a great view on addiction and the struggle to fight it. It seems to me that the narrator wants to quit, knowing what may happen with her actions, and yet she still craves it. The way you’ve described this, as a sort of battle with one’s own mind is truly powerful. The last line from the second-to-the-last paragraph especially hits hard. Great job!

      1. Inky Segno Avatar
        Inky Segno

        Thank you so much, I really appreciate it.

  11. Michael Case Avatar
    Michael Case

    Nothing but dirt

    MDC

    The dust from the enemy soldiers finally subsided that summer day. Theisoaso was beginning to see the scale of this battle, the enemy had somehow raised an enormous army overnight. It was thought to be impossible.

    “Had the Gods helped them?” Theisoaso thought out loud.

    “IMPOSSIBLE! You fool.” The field General yelled, “They must have had more men in reserve then we were led to believe.”

    Theisoaso pondered the implications of their own Gods helping the other side for a minute, then he snapped back to the battle, and readied his men.

    The charging of both sides quickly pacing themselves to beat the other to the attack point, but not moving so fast that they would exhaust themselves before they even engaged the enemy. The Generals on both sides have been at this war since the beginning, and Theisoaso remembers most of them from when he first took the call to arms decades ago.

    Forward they moved, with their swords drawn, glistening in the dry morning sun like thousands of stars adorning the battlefield. Quietly the adrenaline started to rise, silently fear washed from the soldiers faces only to be replaced by honor and duty. They have arrived, they have engaged the enemy.

    As Theisoaso raised his sword to strike his opponent. The? Man? The man just broke into pieces.

    “What is wrong with you Dionysius?” Aries exclaimed, “can’t you see that these men were about to end the war with this last epic battle?”

    “What war? What Battle?” Dionysius drunkenly declared, “You see men and such simple things they do, all I see is dirt.” Dionysius tosses the broken pieces of clay back onto the table and walks away taking another drink from his ever-full cantor of wine.

    A distraught Aries stared sadly at the small mound of earth, while on the battlefield a confused Theisoaso stands in the rain wondering what had happened.

    1. R J Chapman Avatar
      R J Chapman

      I like this. I’ve always been fond of the gods being represented as either bastards or incompetents so this is right up my street. My only nitpick is that occasionally you slip from past tense to present tense on occasion but that’s stylistic choice. Good stuff!

      “When you can flatten entire cities at a whim, a tendency towards quiet reflection and seeing-things-from-the-other-fellow’s-point- of-view is seldom necessary.” – Terry Pratchett

  12. Calliope Rannis Avatar
    Calliope Rannis

    To Slay a Titan (The Star Titans universe)
    By Calliope Rannis

    “FIRE!!!”

    A 30 foot long steel spear blasted out of its cradle of magnets. For a frozen second, it gleamed bright in the eyelight as the air screamed around it, before plunging deep into the flesh of the Father. A fountain of black-purple blood erupted from the gap it had found in the titan’s metres thick armour plates, as the ten-legged monstrosity staggered backwards. “It bleeds. IT BLEEDS!” the Commander roared in triumph.

    But the Father was not stopped. Ignorant of the blood drenched spear sunken halfway into it, the colossus shifted forwards once more, oversized hooves cracking the ground with every stride. Observing from the Commander’s platform, Silomara could barely turn away from the titan’s domelike head, covered in compound eyes that glittered in the Watcher’s light. Even so many miles away, high in the mountain range, she felt that cold glare.

    Her attention was broken by the nearby Commander’s bark down the radio. “The beast still advances! Prepare to fire again, and this time with ALL rails!” Sounds of metallic clacks and whirrs answered as the turrets of Silomara’s design were primed.

    “Commander… are you sure we should do this?” she said. His head quickly turned to her, but didn’t reply. “I know you want to believe that this creature is just a monster, a mindless force. I do too.” she continued. “But if this really is the Father, if this really is His true form…how do we go on after this? How do we win a war against the gods themselves?”

    “Simple.” he replied. “To slay a Titan, we do what you did – we learn their weaknesses, we innovate upon our weapons, and we make a plan to bring them down.”

    “It’s not just-”

    “I understand your concern. But far, far too many people have been already lost to this THING and its cursed kin. These are no gods of mine.” He turned away, and into his radio he shouted once more.

    In the sky near the mountain ridge, seven great spears shone in the eyelight for a single second, before sinking into dark flesh below.

    1. Erin Clare Avatar
      Erin Clare

      The prose at the start is a little too detailed or crammed, but things smooth out more once the dialogue is introduced. The dialogue is well written, conveying a sense of each character’s personality, history, and point of view, without it being boring exposition. The sense of scale is really hammered in once you realize they’re on a mountain miles away, but the titan feels so close all the same. The way it’s indifferent, almost warning in its body language not to push it any further is very ominous. Overall well done. You just need to work on smoothing out your descriptions a bit. 😉

  13. minergirl778 (aka frogfireFantasy) Avatar
    minergirl778 (aka frogfireFantasy)

    Heels in the Office
    By frogfireFantasy (AKA minergirl778)

    “ORVILLE!”

    “…Greetings, Ms. Mechkowski.”

    He hadn’t even looked up from his desk, and he could already tell who it was. He’d recognize her indignant voice and slamming of doors from anywhere. He had no idea what she could be mad about this time, so he kept his eyes on his work. That was, until, a pair of checks was slapped over his documents.

    “Care to explain?”

    He picked up the two checks, examining them. One was made out to Steffie Mechkowski, the other to a new hire they’d gotten this week. He gave a deadpan look to the woman staring him down across the desk.

    “I don’t see the problem here, Ms. Mechkowski.”

    She pinched the bridge of her nose and let out a sigh

    “This greenhorn is getting paid TWICE what I am. TWICE! I’ve been teaching this kid, He can’t even unjam a typewriter!”

    “Ms. Mechkowski, He’s a Yale graduate. He’s an asset to this department.”

    “Oh, and I’M NOT!?” She laughed dryly “I’ve been with this company for 3 years and this little fat-head gets to waltz on in here and get paid MORE for doing NOTHING!?”

    He stood up from his desk, attempting to defuse the situation “Now, no need to shriek, Miss. This is just how things work in the business world! A woman in your position should be glad to be paid even CLOSE to someone like him. There are women working for Railway that get paid a lot less than you do. It’d be wise for you to know where you stand.”

    She stared at him open mouthed. A few sputters and some failed attempts to retort later she let out a breath and steeled her expression. “…Fine. If that’s how this world works… Then I don’t want a part of it.”

    “What do you me…”

    Her employee ID was tossed on the desk. His eyes widened in disbelief as he turned to face her. He’d never seen such fire in her eyes.

    “I quit.”

    1. Michael Case Avatar
      Michael Case

      For people who have never worked in an office, this scene that you painted here happens way more then it should. It is like a secret war fought in the public eye, every day, for the world to ignore. Your take on the common day’s event is very real to so many. Thank you for highlighting this social battle that so many deal with daily.

  14. Jack Crawford Avatar
    Jack Crawford

    The Misson We Carry, by JHC

    Jenny squelched into the house on soggy socks. She threw her bag hard into the floor and huffed once, twice. Ellen sighed into her cereal, then offered the rest to her little sister. Jenny grabbed the last clean spoon and settled into a seat.

    “So,” Ellen said softly “miss the bus, Jen?”

    Jenny nodded, a drip of milk ran down her chin. Her jaw clenched tight, keeping something in.

    “If its those girls again,” she paused, no reaction. “We can go back down, me and Daniel, see if it’ll help this time.”

    Jenny swallowed, hard. “No.” her voice had a shaky resolve. Ellen felt the old quiet admiration for her tiny sister burn in her chest. The hardiest of their three.

    “Jen, I know it can be rough but you’ve got allies.” Ellen thought of Ms Tasker, provider of many free lunches. Jenny pushed her empty bowl away. Ellen saw her eyes harden.

    “Well I’ve got an old pair of shoes you can borrow till we get you new ones. They’ll be a bit loose, I was big for my age, but they’ll do.” Jen gave one heavy nod. “Honestly Jenny, let me go down there, please-”

    “They’re not the worst, or the last.” she nodded to herself. “Its fine Ell, I’m fine.”

    Tears threatened Ellens eyes, she rubbed them, faking a yawn. Still sore from her last shift, the yawn became mouthy and real.

    “Dan will bring in the rest of dinner,” Ellen said, pulling on their dads old boots, feeling all the little holes. “Just make sure he doesn’t burn it again.”

    Jen snorted and Ellens shoulders sighed. If Jen was laughing then she really was fine. Jen flashed an impish smile and slid something across the table to Ellen. Scuffed and worn, her bike lock key.

    “You and those bloody quick fingers.”

    The sisters gave a mock salute as Ellen headed off. The old habit had been their dads. They’d called him sir and gave him clumsy salutes. It felt right, he’d left on missions just like they did. Different places, same objective. Keep them safe.

    1. Manyletters Avatar
      Manyletters

      Well done! I got a real sense of how this family operates from this short bit. I really enjoy how each of the sisters have distinct talking patterns so they really feel like different people. And you added just enough descriptive words to give a feeling of what is happening in their lives without it being over bearing and taking away from the moment. Really enjoyed it.

      1. Jack Crawford Avatar
        Jack Crawford

        Kind words, thank you.

  15. Gregory Hess Avatar
    Gregory Hess

    “Datapoint” by gregovin [Aleph null science fiction universe][Copied from the private group]

    To the national institute of Virtual Reality combat research: A description of events

    It had started as a split in the playerbase. The True Citizens clan and the Game breakers clan were always in competition. The True Citizens clan is entirely based on role playing, to the extent that metagaming can get you exiled. The Game Breakers clan is entirely based on “playing as yourself” and uses exploits frequently.

    Eventually the fighting started.

    The actual start of the war is still somewhat mysterious. However, it is theorized that a botched dialogue update exacerbated the pre existing conflict, and some trolls took the opportunity to start a war.

    And so I came down to observe. There could be so many papers written about this event.

    I joined the game as a healer.

    Soon, I found an organization that called itself the Red Cross, and helped them heal players on both sides.

    The propaganda war exactly and weirdly mirrors real life. I’ve even seen ads decrying both sides as communists, which is quite frankly outdated and hilarious.

    In my estimation, civilians had been treated far better than in any real war. Only one hospital was destroyed during my time there, which is quite impressive considering I estimate there were approximately 10,000 hospitals that at one point or another were in a combat zone.

    Of course, this war had no casualties. You could always respawn. That being said, based on the admittance rates of my organization, I would say that militant deaths outnumbered civilian deaths at least 10,000 to 1.

    This war is still going on today, however in the form of a somewhat cold war. Right now, major corporations are sponsoring each side(including, infamously, the wells fargo corporation). Whenever a new update comes out, there is always some fighting after the Game Breakers abuse the inevitable glitchiness of the update, but it usually calms down fairly quickly. Based on my interactions, it seems the True Citizens see this as abusing the world and react accordingly.

    This is my report,
    —Isaac Mathews

    1. Erin Clare Avatar
      Erin Clare

      The concept is a fascinating take on the subject/prompt. I like how the POV is from a more neutral party, and how we can’t tell if he views the whole thing as an interesting experiment, or is actually emotionally affected by it. The way death is downplayed because “it’s a game” strikes me as very powerful. I’m not entirely sure why, but I suppose it’s for the same reason why some people believe violent games create more violent/apathetic people. Sentence structure is a little confusing sometimes, but that could partially be due to the fact that I’m not much of a gamer myself. Overall, it’s decently written, and the objective narrative adds an extra layer of intrigue to the whole thing. I wouldn’t mind reading a book or novel in this kind of style, with each chapter delving into deeper, more complex discoveries. Good job!

      1. Gregory Hess Avatar
        Gregory Hess

        I’m not a gamer either. Where is sentence structure confusing?

  16. MysteryElement Avatar
    MysteryElement

    Cold Winters
    By MysteryElement

    Date: 02/18/16 – 22:15
    Unexpected conflict has arisen on the western border. Since the treaty had been signed all has appeared well until now. Shared provisions, of previously agreed upon quantity, have been noticeably skewed in favor of the opposing side. Council has been called to discuss and resolve the matter.

    Date: 02/23/16 – 15:22
    Our allies have denied any involvement in the recent loss of resources, and have requested further allegations be presented with a greater amount of evidence. The commanders are dubious, but fear conflict may arise if the matter is further pursued. For now, the matter rests.

    Date: 03/16/16 – 02:05
    As winter grows more demanding, the nights become restless and required resources continue to diminish. There is no doubt our allies are involved, yet the subject is not broached in order to avoid conflict. I do not know how much longer we will last.

    Date: 03/18/16 – 19:32
    Our allies still maintain lack of involvement, even when presented with evidence to the contrary. With increasing animosity towards our allies, our leaders are determined to mend the rift. Further allegations have been postponed in hopes of resolving the conflict on aimable terms in the future.

    Date: 03/23/16 – 05:23
    Conditions have grown dire. This most recent storm has left us bereft, and without proper shelter we are freezing. We are left with no choice but to approach our allies again, and we pray the outcome is more favorable than the last.

    “I do not steal the covers! You are the one who keeps tugging them over to your side all night. If anything, I only take them because you hog them all to begin with!”

    “So it’s my fault? It wouldn’t be so bad if you would just let me sleep closer.”

    “It gets way too hot when you sleep that close to me, stay on your side of the bed.”

    “Maybe it would not be so hot if you DID NOT STEAL ALL THE BLANKETS!!”

    Date: 04/01/16 – 08:10
    Resolution to conflict remains unforeseen.

    1. R J Chapman Avatar
      R J Chapman

      Superb! I’m not going to analyse or nitpick, this is simply a thing of beauty. I tip my hat. Take a bow!

      1. MysteryElement Avatar
        MysteryElement

        *bows deeply* Thank you so much! I am glad you enjoyed it

    2. Michael Case Avatar
      Michael Case

      Funny, very funny. I like the play up to the end. Well worth the reading.

    3. I really enjoyed that it broke down from reports to the actual conversation, and the parallelism between the escalation of the reports to the escalation of the conversation. Particularly as is seems that this is some form of a recurring theme for the characters.

    4. Inky Segno Avatar
      Inky Segno

      I love the format of this story, and the way it seems serious and like a true battle at first, only to finish at a common and hilarious problem is glorious to me. Definitely worth the read, nice job!

      1. MysteryElement Avatar
        MysteryElement

        Thank you very much!

    5. This was brilliant! My imagination was racing all along as I tried to imagine what dire modern conflict you were alluding to between the lines. It certainly seemed grim, and the feeling of unstoppable doom was hard to bear. The ending caught me by surprise and I laughed out loud. A job well done, congratulations!

      1. MysteryElement Avatar
        MysteryElement

        Thank you, always happy to inflict smiles

    6. skeptism Avatar
      skeptism

      I like your conceit and the twist at the end, but I do wonder if the shift from first-person reportage style to traditional dialogue could have been smoothed out more. It makes me wonder who is writing this dialogue since we started from a different perspective, only to go back to that reporting like format at the end. Maybe if you had stated ‘transcript of exchange’ or something like that, with formatting markers (M: dsfjsadkfj, D: dsfkjdsklfj). These are just thoughts I had to keep the style you had established, which I really enjoyed.

      1. MysteryElement Avatar
        MysteryElement

        I was wondering that myself. At the time I could not think of a way to smooth out the transition. Thank you for the advice, I am glad you enjoyed it

  17. R J Chapman Avatar
    R J Chapman

    “The Nuclear Option” by R J Chapman

    Connor Michaels was simply uncontrollable. The boy had been sent straight from Hell. It wasn’t that Connor was the Antichrist as such, merely possessed by a mid-ranking devil. Mr. Reid had set clear and strict boundaries. These had been breached. Phone calls home had been made. Adjectives like ‘spirited’ and ‘headstrong’ had been used by an unconcerned Mrs. Michaels. He had tried everything short of flicking holy water at the boy and shouting: ‘The power of the behaviour system compels you!’

    Mr. Reid had been left with little choice but to escalate this conflict. The boy had brought it on himself. Yes, the humiliation coming Connor’s way would be soul-destroying, but his hand was being forced. And you never know, it may even give the boy some character in the way that conventional discipline never could. He would be doing the boy a favour.

    The lesson was Armageddon as usual. Connor had been out of his seat several times, had orchestrated a bottle-flipping competition and had failed entirely to provide an adequate simile when prompted. The class had all been given a sweet and had to write an extended paragraph using all of the five senses to describe it. Mr. Reid sipped his tea nonchalantly as Connor chewed. Butterflies danced excitedly in his stomach.

    As the minutes ticked by, Mr. Reid grew impatient. Final bell was approaching and still there was nothing. This stuff was supposed to be nigh on instantaneous. Giving up, Mr. Reid instructed the class to pack away. He then noticed Connor holding a small bottle. Panicking, he rummaged through his desk drawer to discover it was missing. They weren’t butterflies in his stomach.

    Hurriedly, he dismissed the class early. As the rest of the class filed out, Connor marched straight over to block Mr. Reid’s exit.

    This was absolutely not going to happen. No way was this happening. It was not…

    Shame followed the brief relief.

    ‘You smell like shit, sir,’ said Connor, placing the laxative on the desk before leaving.

    As similes went, it was a bit on the nose. Still, small victories.

    1. R J Chapman Avatar
      R J Chapman

      Just to let anyone know that read this in the first couple of hours of posting, I’ve changed the last line. I went to walk the dog and muddled it over and decided I didn’t think it was quite right. The new one has the same sentiment and gag but hopefully, a slightly better delivery.

      Original final line:”‘Well, at least he knows what a simile is,’ Mr. Reid muttered to himself.”

    2. By the title and the mentions of Armegeddon honestly had me thinking that this was going to be some kind of virtual-game-turned-real situation, not a point of a teacher being caught taking revenge on a misbehaving child. I also think I would have liked the original sentence to finish it? But, I like the idea of the student getting back at a teacher who has gone to this level, which really is just sad on the teachers part. Well done!

      1. R J Chapman Avatar
        R J Chapman

        Thanks for the review. Yeah, I went back and forth with that last line. I just felt like it wasn’t something he would say out loud but maybe the original line is better.

    3. MysteryElement Avatar
      MysteryElement

      This was so much fun to read. The beginning paragraph did an excellent job of setting the scene both in visualization and tone. I could honestly envision the shit-eating grin on Connor’s face as he delivered his simile, and it made me grin pretty hard myself. Makes me think back on my younger days and the seven different kinds of hell I must have put my parents through.

      1. R J Chapman Avatar
        R J Chapman

        Thanks MysteryElement. I was good as gold as a child so it wasn’t until I started teaching did I really encounter the Connors of this world. Fortunately, I only teach 16+ now so don’t have to deal with the younger ones anymore!

    4. Your descriptions does a really good job of showing the scene and the action. I was really engaged in the story as I read through it, the set up and the final release really worked in my opinion. I especially liked the opening and the descriptions of Connor as a demonic being, in some way it really contributed to the humoristic tones of the story.

      I think you did a fantastic work on this, and can’t find anything that bothered me while reading it. Great job!

      1. R J Chapman Avatar
        R J Chapman

        Thanks for the review T.E.

  18. Manyletters Avatar
    Manyletters

    40 YEARS TO LIFE

    By Manyletters

    GET UP

    Eyelids like lead, I tried to wake up.

    GET UP.

    “Just one more snooze,” I mumbled.

    YOU SAID THAT TWO SNOOZES AGO. GET UP.

    “It’s fine, I just will use dry shampoo instead of showering.”

    YOU HAVENT ACTUALLY HIT SNOOZE YET, NO TELLING WHEN YOU WILL WAKE UP. GET UP.

    “My first meeting isn’t until noon. No one will miss me. It’s fin,” as I slowly sink back into unconsciousness

    GET UP GET UP GET UP GET UP GET UP GET UP GET UP!!!

    “Just one more snooze”

    YOU ARE BEYOND OUT OF SNOOZES. GET UP

    “I’ll just quit. I could use some time off”

    GET UP. YOU CAN’T JUST QUIT.

    “I can. It would be nice, for a week, then go back”

    THATS NOT HOW IT WORKS. NO ONE IS HIRING. YOU CAN’T JUST QUIT.

    “Just one more…zzz”

    GET UP GET UP GET UP GET UP GET UP GET UP GET UP GET UP GET UP GET UP!!!!!!

    Eyelids released and I blinked at the clock. Over thirty minutes behind, not only no time to shower, but no breakfast either. And lunch would have to be sourced out of the office’s meager communal pantry. Maybe I would get lucky and pizza would show up from a supplier trying to curry favor. Or a client trying to show appreciation without actually tipping.

    IF YOU DON’T MOVE YOU WILL LOSE YOUR JOB. YOU NEED TO GET MOVING, NO ONE ELSE CAN PROVIDE FOR YOU.

    The truth finally penetrating to my core. No one else could provide. There is no one but you. If you want bacon, you have to go out and make it. I pulled myself out of bed, and prepared for one more day working to exist.

    1. R J Chapman Avatar
      R J Chapman

      Ah, the distant memory of having to get up to go to work! I almost miss it! I like the internal monologue here, I wish you’d kept it all the way through. You do capture those irrational thoughts you have when you’re on the cusp of the waking world very well. Good job!

    2. Philip C. Avatar
      Philip C.

      It took me a second to realize that this was the character’s mind fighting with itself, rather than the alarm clock shouting at him/her, and once that clicked, I appreciated the idea much more. The constant war in the mind between tiredness and necessity. Very well done.

    3. Inky Segno Avatar
      Inky Segno

      When I was in high school, I was constantly fighting with myself like this. The idea of having to wake up and replay another day of having people mess with me lead to these conflicts often. But I realized that only I could grab my future.
      Nice job! I love the idea of the alarm clock “talking” to the character, it’s unique!

    4. abyssqueen14 Avatar
      abyssqueen14

      I feel like everyone can relate to the struggle of sleep versus responsibility. Back in high school I recall setting 5 alarms all within 10 minutes or so just to force me out. I like how you set up the fight between oneself. Reason always shouts the loudest, yet it is the quiet mumble that often wins.

  19. The Siblings
    Sandeen

    “Stop repeating everything I say!” The eldest yelled at the youngest sister. “You are thirteen, stop acting like a five year old!” With a slam, she collapsed on the floor and resisted crying from frustration.

    Lisa, the younger sister blinked her big eyes and debated knocking on the door to apologize. She knew her parents would make her apologize at some point, but also figured it was too soon for her sister to call a truce. It isn’t her fault that she’s bored, or that her sister would always produce a reaction when prodded. Never mind the fact that years of tormenting her had primed her sister to snap at her with the drop of a tease.

    The parents, hearing the echoes of their eldest’s shriek, looked at one another and sighed. “Well,” the father began, “at least no one got sat on and they didn’t break anything in the house this time. Honestly, there is no way that Lisa is that annoying. Just one more year and then we will get a break.”

    “Do you remember when they used to get along?” The mother said as she was double checking homework.

    “You mean, for the five minutes before one would take the other’s toys? Our eldest really needs to learn to control her emotions.”

    Little did the two parents realize, that a year and a month from now, they would come to find themselves regretting blaming all of the fighting on their eldest daughter. A bored annoyance is far worse than a quiet reader. The quiet reader would silently put up with anything they found bothersome, the youngest would instead engage in a yelling match for days and take glee in the interaction.

    1. R J Chapman Avatar
      R J Chapman

      I like the interactions between both the kids and the parents, it’s realistic for the most part. The parents not referring to them by name seems a stretch though. I understand why you did it for narrative consistency but it didn’t seem quite natural.

      1. I debated a bit with adding names, but I wanted to keep it vague and very much a tid-bit that could possibly be any family. I debated even calling them girls.

  20. Philip C. Avatar
    Philip C.

    Sooo… why did you write this in latin?

    1. Joseph Kharms Avatar
      Joseph Kharms

      Because its a test of our knowledge?

  21. Philip C. Avatar
    Philip C.

    Depression (A Different Kind of War)
    By Philip C.

    “It’s been two weeks, Bill.” Martha sighed, glancing from an uneaten dinner to Joe’s room. “He never comes down to eat, he’s on his computer all night, and he won’t talk to us about it.”

    “I’ve tried every weapon of parenting I know to get him out into the sun again,” her husband replied, “but he just barricades himself in there. Ever since Mark disappeared…” he choked at these words. His face reflected her own feeling of loss and desperation.

    It had been a nightmare for everyone. Mark had disappeared without a trace on his way home from school. No ransom note or call. No sign of where he may have gone. He just vanished.

    “I think he blames himself, being the elder brother,” Bill continued, wiping his eyes as tears threatened to spill out, “which is ridiculous I know, but…,” He paused, “but I think we all feel that we should have been there to protect him.” Martha nodded in silent agreement, taking Bill’s hand in hers.

    They stood there for a moment, fortifying each other in their sorrow.

    Then a loud knock came from the front door. “Mrs. Buckley?” A voice called out, “Its Charlie. I’ve come to see Joe.”

    They looked up in surprise, then walked to the door and opened it. The bright red hair and numerous freckles of Charlie Cook were unmistakable, even in the dim light of the doorway.

    “Charlie! It’s good to see you.” Martha almost cried, seeing the eager face of Joe’s high school friend. “But I’m afraid Joe doesn’t want to see anyone. He’s locked himself in his room.”

    “Don’t you worry, ma’am, nor you, Dr. Buckley. I’ve brought plenty of reinforcements.” Charlie turned and whistled.

    Half a dozen young men popped out from behind the gate of the fence. As one they marched inside and up the stairs to Joe’s room.

    Martha and Bill followed them up, but once they got up there, the door had already been forced open.

    As they looked in, they saw their son, sitting on the floor, quietly crying, with his friends holding him.

    1. This piece is both incredibly poignant and beautiful. The ending especially had me feeling strangely hollow and warm at the same time. It is a great take on the prompt and fantastically written. The war in one’s own head is something many people struggle with and your story really makes the most of that premise.

      1. Philip C. Avatar
        Philip C.

        Thank you! I’m glad I was able to get the message across to the reader!

    2. I really like this story. There’s a lot of emotion in the writing, and as someone that’s had to deal with loss quite recently this hits close to home. It’s hard to open up when we’re overwhelmed with sorrow, but we can’t heal alone.

      Some minor thoughts on the prose. I think you could look through the capitalisation on some of the dialogue, more specifically this part:

      “Bill continued, wiping his eyes as tears threatened to spill out, “which is ridiculous I know, but…,” He paused, “but I ”

      I think either “He paused,” shouldn’t be capitalised, or “but I” should. Personally I also find it a bit redundant telling us that it’s been a nightmare and how he vanished, as I think you’re doing a perfect job of showing us with the rest of the story.

      Overall, great job.

      1. Philip C. Avatar
        Philip C.

        Thanks for the feedback! I did feel that some parts of this were written a bit awkwardly, so thank you for pointing that part out. As to the description of what had been going on, I’m glad to have an opinion on that part, as I was debating taking it out and adding some more to the second half, but I couldn’t think of anything that would add to the story without going over the word limit, so I kept that in, as context. Stay Awesome!

    3. MysteryElement Avatar
      MysteryElement

      A beautifully somber piece. Your descriptions of the weight of emotion was well done, and the ending with Charlie showing up with reinforcements brought to mind a Sandlot or Goonies feel, the crew of friends who stick with you through thick and thin. So many good heart feels. My only criticism would be I thought it was a little heavy on the war parallels in the beginning, but this is indeed a war front so by the time I finished it felt well placed.

      1. Philip C. Avatar
        Philip C.

        Thanks! I was trying to put some of that feeling of conflict in, as that was the main idea for the prompt, but I may have laid it on a bit thick. I’m glad you liked it. Stay Awesome!

    4. skeptism Avatar
      skeptism

      I love your idea of depression and dealing with depression as a war, but I wonder how your story might look as a poem. There’s something very fun about the way you use ‘war’ language (barricade, weapon, ransom, fortified, etc) that I think is extremely well suited to poetry. Consider it one day just for fun!

      1. Philip C. Avatar
        Philip C.

        Hmm. I’ll keep it in mind. Thanks.

      2. Joseph Kharms Avatar
        Joseph Kharms

        I don’t think any of those things necessarily have to be used in poetry.
        As we have seen in the symbolist literature movements that sprang up after the first World War, poetry and prose can be mixed.

        I think the rules of prose exist to be broken.

  22. The IM of Kahn
    By, Mike Collins

    Casandra took a sample to check the pH balance. This year was going to be different; this year, she will win. The pH was within acceptable limits, but this wasn’t a year for acceptable. This year was a war for the best, and nothing was going to keep Cassy from winning even if it meant leaving some bodies along the way. This year’s Barberton Cherry Blossom Festival Pie Contest was going to be hers to win.

    Every year for as long as there has been a contest, Mary Lynn Baker had won. Mary opened a bakery making herself ineligible to compete. For the first time in years, this was a contest. No, a war to be the best. Cassy spent months working on proper crust preparation as well as a variety of fillings from the cherry everyone will make to the delicate balance of flavor in the Peach Melba pie.

    Cassy’s greatest foe Karen was making either a Shoofly Pie or a Pecan Pie. Both seemingly simple was, in fact, challenging to get right. The same judges for the pie contest were also judging the Barberton Chicken Contest, so having delicate flavors might work against a contestant. Cassy’s mix of peach and raspberries would complement the breaded chicken.

    The pie was family social good but not festival good. Cassy turned to see her three children and husband sitting at the table forks in hand, waiting for the daily dose of failure pie. They rarely said a bad word about her pies. Only the great vinegar pie tragedy had the family downvoting a recipe.

    Cassy’s phone dinged. She looked seeing an IM from Alexandra Khan, the head of the contest. She would check the message after enjoying her latest pie with the family. She knew this recipe would win it all.

    “Cassy darling, this is Ms. Khan. I hate to relate this to you, but this year’s festival will be canceled because of the quarantine. If you have any questions, please email.”

    Cassy dropped her phone and looked to the sky screaming, “KHAN, KHHAANNN!”

    1. Jen (bookwolf) Avatar
      Jen (bookwolf)

      I would also like some of this failure pie.
      Absolutely loved this piece. It’s adorable and and made me tee-hee out loud.

      1. Thank you. My original plan was to do a reenactment of The Wrath of Kahn with Cassy being upstaged by an old rival who would have a pie that would be a game-changer. This pie taking the place of the genesis device. The result would have been a pie fight. I soon realized I couldn’t write it within 350 words, and it could have felt like fanfiction.

        I remembered my sister saying how the annual Barberton Cherry Blossom festival near lake Ana was canceled.

        The end of the original concept would have had Cassy getting the genesis pie in the face. Fining it to be the best pie she ever had and uttering the Kahn line.

    2. R J Chapman Avatar
      R J Chapman

      I loved The Wrath of Khan reference here. I read your reply from your original plan and it did sound great but the 350 word limit can be a killer sometimes. My only tip here would be is introduce Ms. Khan earlier – mention a few things about how she’s maybe stuck up, or bias, an unfair judge – make the conflict between Cassy and Khan. The final line would then make a bit more sense as her frustration is with her. I still laughed a lot though!

      1. Thank you. I was hoping Cassy’s scream was more out of frustration with the situation. It’s another reason why I dropped most of the wrath references. I almost had her yelling COVID COOOVVVIIIDDD. But that might be a little too on the nose. If I can make the time, I’ll do my original idea and post that in the discord.

    3. I misspelled Khan as Kahn so I hopefully fixed it.

  23. Matthew Cameron Avatar
    Matthew Cameron

    The hole
    By Matt the bloodsoaked unicorn

    They say a boy goes to war to become a man and gain the glory.I know first hand that’s bullshit just said to get are names on the enlistment forms.I was only 18 when my science professor gave me the speech of honor and glory for my country and like a fool I listened.I found myself being shipped off to boot camp a week later I left my family with a smile ready for the war.I quickly regretted my decision boot camp was harsh and by the end you didn’t feel like a person you felt like property.I was treated much harsher because of my spirt it had to go as they said.when I reached the end of the boot camp I thought the worse was over how dead wrong was I.The first time I saw another man die was my bunkmate few months younger then me and Edgar and smiles even after boot camp a routine patrol turned sour and he was hit in chest by a snipers bullet he coughed and choked.I tried to cover his wounds but there was nothing I could do,his final words he choked out was mother and then he vanished.i wish I could say he went to a better place but my faith in god left me more and more as I served.The first time I took a life will stick with me even more my squad took a group of enemies unit my surprise capturing we were all so happy no bloodshed no fighting it was done so fast and easy.My commanding officer contacted base and that’s when the order came no prisoners.I along with the others were told to to execute them anyone who could not do it would be hanged with defying a order which is grounds for imprisonment so we all took aim and fired the gun rattled kicked in my hands it felt different to fire a gun at a helpless person when it was all done we burned the bodies and left.I couldn’t eat or sleeps for days but I got use to the killing and forgive me started to enjoy it just a bit,and finally I don’t know why I’m writing all this down maybe just maybe I want this to find the next young Edgar kid a warning.I found myself along with my squad trapped in the bunker the enemies are closing in and the rest of my squad including my commanding officer have taken the direct way out to avoid capture, and I will be joining them soon enough.I would prey this letter finds someone but like I said god isn’t on this battlefield.

    1. Michael Case Avatar
      Michael Case

      It is an interesting story. If I may suggest something though. Go back and edit this so that it’s easier to read. I had the same issue last week. For some reason, a copy paste will sometimes build a wall of text rather than a field of poetic verses.
      To those reading this even before the edit, it is a good read. Very life like in its portrayal.

  24. Joseph Kharms Avatar
    Joseph Kharms

    “Wooden Wombs”
    By Joe Kharms

    I entered this world crying and screaming. And I’ll leave it just the same.
    I never stopped being that ugly weak thing connected to my Mother, nobody ever does, except we are connected to the rest of our genes too. We may think we grow into stronger intellectual beings, but actually in the eyes of the universe we are still very much infants.
    Oh, how we cradle that safety blanket, that comforting lie called purpose. The lie that stops us from ending it all straight away.
    Because we are born into a war. A war with existence.

    HER: I like you.
    I: Do you want to be more than friends?
    HER: No.

    They are always polite when they shoot down my prospects of achieving my desires. But I know what they really meant to say. They meant to say it like this:

    HER: I like the way your sadness makes me feel better about myself.
    I: Do you want to be more than friends?
    HER: No, I find you pathetic and repulsive.

    I remember when my mother used to sleep beside me when I couldn’t sleep; I was seventeen years old. It was after a particularly bad encounter with a girl, and I wanted nothing more than to crawl back up into that womb of peaceful ignorance; to be a baby once more. My parents got me a therapist, his name was Rick; he was nice.

    But the war never stops. I battle myself. I battle my desire. I battle purpose. I battle Rick. I battle the mental scars left on me by my parents. I battle everything, because life is a war and it won’t stop until we are placed deep under the soil into that wooden womb of peaceful ignorance.

    1. I like how you tied the title into your ending, revealing the meaning. The whole piece read of someone going through loneliness and depression most people feel. The whole putting his/her thoughts of negativity onto another is something very relatable. The only thing I would think of changing is the use of I in your dialogue. I would have used Me a name I call myself. But that just might be me. Excellent piece.

      1. Joseph Kharms Avatar
        Joseph Kharms

        Thank you! The only time I’ve seen the dialogue used before is in a book called “Today I Wrote Nothing” and they used “I”. It was translated from Russian though so maybe it would be better for a “ME”.
        Anyway, thank you for the feedback! It’s very much appreciated

    2. Slytha Avatar
      Slytha

      This is really good. I like how you showed part of the problem with self-depreciation. Also, nihilism, I think?

      It left me with a desire to read more. A lot of questions, like: “Did he said ‘he was nice’ because it’s in the past?”

      Also, the last part, where you tell the reader that the “me” character battled themselves, their parents and the therapist. It made me wonder what happened.

  25. Slytha Avatar
    Slytha

    For the Future of the Children
    By S13

    “Come this way, boy!”

    I watched as the brainwashed boy followed the priest, leaving me sad and sullen in the cold night outside the temple. The priest looked at me briefly and sent me a mocking smirk before he closed the door.

    Losing battle after battle like this has left me empty and depressed. But if I don’t fight in this war, who would? We fight for the children, for their rights. Our opponent? Religious ideologies. And we are disgustingly outnumbered.

    Those creeps had even the strongest country in the world not ratify the Child Rights Agreement. After inserting themselves and their bent ideologies in the Agreement, too!

    What else can I do for the poor guy? I turned and walked back towards my car, hoping my friends back at the agency found something we can use to turn back the tides on this battle.

    I checked my phone, dialling my friend at the agency while remembering how the kid looks when I tried to take him away from the Monastery. The fear in his eyes, the fearful attitude. I could feel abuse happening, but no one would tell me anything – my hands are tied. The priest must have threatened them with eternal suffering.

    “Mate! I was just about to call you,” said my friend from the other side of the line, ”Judge Helvig said that he will sign the warrant to get the boy checked!”

    “Thanks for the good news, maybe there is hope for this one just yet,” I replied, hoping that tomorrow will come faster. I closed the call and drive back to the office. The fight isn’t over yet.

  26. Office Warfare
    By T.E.

    I sank into my chair with a yawn. While the computer booted up, I took a swig of my bitter office coffee and watched the grey morning through the window. Judging from my colleagues’ zombie-like expressions it was still a bit early for conversation.

    With the usual rush of adrenaline, I loaded last night’s report, expecting large numbers and a large paycheck. I almost choked when reality hit me.

    “Nothing!” I screamed in horror. My colleagues were quick to gather around me, staring in disbelief at the screen.

    I googled and soon found the culprit. Bottlebroom & Co had undercut us on every possible product. I sighed. “Bottlebroom… This is war… “

    We gathered our forces and cut our profit margins so close to the negative that not even stupid Bottlebroom would be able to beat them.

    Only moments later an unknown number called. I picked up and found myself speaking with someone using one of those stupid voice-distortion thingamajigs.

    “It’s on…” said the menacing voice. “We will -”

    I hung up before the stupid whoever could threaten us further. Then our entire office went black.

    “Oh *bleep*, *bleep*ing Bottlebroom!” I knocked back my coffee. “Come on soldiers!”

    With evil intent, we walked towards the office next door. Bottlebroom’s office. We sent in the intern to distract them, while I cut the power chords. The reaction was instant. Our intern ran from their office in a bombardment of erasers, pens, and crumpled papers.

    “Retreat!” she yelled after a particularly large eraser hit her on the back of the head.

    We regrouped and assessed the situation. Our online store, offline… Our prices, low… There was only one thing to do. We gathered our merchandise and headed onto the wet street. There weren’t many customers, but we sold some. It wasn’t long before Bottlebroom and his associates came carrying cartons of their own.

    We looked at each other for a long time. Like two animals pondering whether to attack or retreat. In the end, he approached me.

    “Truce?”

    “Truce,” I confirmed.

    1. This is a fun take on taking warfare in a new direction. Your use of language in particular makes this sound like a ‘what if Terry Pratchett wrote the office’. I love the comedy of the piece. I’m willing to bet that the people of Bottlebroom and the narrator’s colleagues only engaged in this battle out of boredom. Overall, I found this piece incredibly entertaining.

      1. Thanks for the kind words. Like I imagine anyone would I’m incredibly flattered to be compared with Terry, even though I’m still far from his skill level. I’m glad you thought the office comedy worked!

    2. I’m rolling on the floor over here, T.E.. This is really funny.

      Office warfare in its most literal sense. I gotta say, did not expect at all how this one is going to go, but it was good. I quite like the way you really sell this one with the word choices (“zombielike”, “*bleep*ing Bottlebroom”, “thingamajigs”); it really gave it this ambience of almost-Saturday-morning-cartoon that really carried the piece.

      Gotta say, I am now curious what they sell xD.

      Nitpicks-wise, there are a few places where the punctuation felt a tad weird to me at least (“the computer booted up I took” > “the computer booted up, I took”; “last night’s report; expecting large numbers, and a large paycheck” > “last night’s report, expecting large numbers and a large paycheck”). That having been said, it isn’t a huge deal, and the piece does work quite well nevertheless.

      This was a great, quite funny story. After all the war stories and generally depressing pieces it was quite nice to read something funny and uplifting, and you’ve delivered both that and an excellent story on it’s own merits. Well done, this was a great piece.

      1. Thanks a ton for the feedback on the punctuations. It’s something of a weakness of mine. I did some sneaky editing to fix the ones you brought up. I’m very glad you liked it!

    3. Madelyn Avatar
      Madelyn

      This is probably going to be one of the most lighthearted pieces we’ll see this week. It felt like The Office if it was a series of short stories. You did an excellent job in bringing comedy to a regular situation rival companies have. I hope you enjoyed writing this as much as I enjoyed reading it!

      1. Sure did! I’m glad you liked it

    4. Philip C. Avatar
      Philip C.

      This is hilarious. The feeling is so overblown and yet so entertaining, with each trying to outdo the other in one way or another. I can only assume this is one of many and not the last battle in this war. I hope you do a few more of these. In fact, you could make comic strip from this kind of a story if you wanted to. It would be amazing, though I can understand if you want to keep it textual, as reading about what they are doing is just as funny as seeing what they are doing would be.

    5. R J Chapman Avatar
      R J Chapman

      You don’t need me to tell you how good this is, but I’m going to anyway. It’s goddamn hilarious! It’s fantastic satire on not only office culture but capitalism in general. The “Retreat!” line in particular made me piss myself (reminded me of The Holy Grail when they runaway from the murderous rabbit). Bravo!

    6. I’m going to second Alex of that one, the comparison to The Office by way of Pratchett is high praise, and rather apt. I also particularly like the name you found for the enemy company: Bottlebroom & Co at the perfect middle point between bumbling foolishness and uptight corporate seriousness. Well done sir, as Michael Scott would’ve said, “you’re a gentleman and a scholar”.

  27. The so-called Promised Land
    By Alex Nightingale

    The white reception room was pale white, sterile and completely packed. The cacophony of confused voices was almost unbearable. This was a battlefield, in a war against numbers.

    Felix, a reaper, held his clipboard, more out of habit than anything else. There was no longer a guarantee that its information was accurate. His colleagues hastened up and down and through the many lifts and stairs, the loud voices of hundreds of lost souls driving them on. Not every soul was lucky enough to be assigned a reaper at entry. And most didn’t even make it here. Getting into the afterlife after death was no longer a guarantee. Contrary to popular belief, reapers died. And when they did, no new ones could be created. Not anymore. That’s what happens, when the gods just leave without notice. The reapers had long ago lost control over the dying.

    Felix looked around, until he saw who he was looking for. A confused-looking teenage girl, with short spiky blond hair stood at the lifts. There were scars along her face and arms. He walked over to her.

    “Hello”, he said kindly: “Cynthia Bennett?”

    “Y-yes”, she answered shyly: “I’m not sure, where I am.”

    “You’re in the afterlife”, he said bluntly.

    He hated being this blunt, but he only had about a minute per soul.

    “W…What? I…I don’t understand…”

    Felix glanced at his clipboard. The name Cynthia Bennett stared accusingly back at him, along with her way of death. ‘Bodythief’. Felix clenched his fists. He hated Bodythieves. They never stopped at killing. Or even at the body.

    “I am so sorry”, Felix said.

    He didn’t know what else to say. There was nothing else he could say.

    “Go through that corridor and find Room 15. You will need Post Mortem Counseling.”

    “But… I…” Cynthia stammered, uncertain of what to do.

    “Come on”, Felix said, holding out his hand: “I’ll take you.”

    This was a battlefield he deeply hated; a war against numbers, against fate. And their only allies had abandoned them.

    1. Slytha Avatar
      Slytha

      Took me a while to understand that this is a DnD afterlife setting. Many things aren’t really explained, but I understand that this is the style you come up with, given the word limit. The office-like setting gives a certain gap/contrast to the normal DnD world, and instead of an adventure, it’s a struggle to function in a job. I’m not sure how the reapers died, but it’s a good story overall.

      1. Thanks for the feedback. I hadn’t actually thought about the DnD aspect of it, before you pointed it out. But it’s definitely an interesting interpretation.

    2. Madelyn Avatar
      Madelyn

      This is an excellent take on reapers! I wonder what happens to them when they die and what happens to the souls that don’t reach the afterlife. The idea of gods abandoning the world is a classic one, but this piece shows how that could affect the dead as well. Great job!

    3. An overwhelmed bureaucracy dealing with people’s lives with a leadership that has abandoned them. I don’t know why, but this feels familiar somehow. The only thing I could see, and I could always be wrong, but “The white reception room was pale white” seems redundant. I liked how even though Felix was overworked he still made time to help the girl. Excellent.

    4. MysteryElement Avatar
      MysteryElement

      This is a very intriguing window into and afterlife scenario without gods to maintain them. Many afterlife interpretations are attached to a religion or deity, and our current society has, for the most part, denounced the existence of gods. Without gods, where does that leave the stance on afterlife or anything that happens beyond death? It is a really cool subject and interpretation.

  28. ClockworkPigeonz Avatar
    ClockworkPigeonz

    “To Start A War”
    By: ClockworkPigeonz

    Two figures skirted the dim glow of the nightwatchmen’s plasma rifles. Slunk up walls and across rooftop gardens with the ambition of alley cats. And bolted unseen across the the courtyard in-between pools of violet lamp light.

    The quiet scuff of boots and skin across rough stone was the only noise created as they clambered onto the roof. And took their positions betwixt cooling chimneys and humming A/C units. Waiting for Blackthorn’s shadow to stretch out the doorway and across the cobblestones beneath them.

    It wasn’t long before the rustle of keys announced her presence.

    The oldest of the pair reached past sword and pistols to pull something from her belt. Rounded. Black with an odd iridescence and the faint scent of rot.

    The youngest had already withdrawn a wrapped bundle from his bag. A spark of flame from the eldest’s fingertip was all it took to light the short fuse.

    Below their quarry paused, the sputtering flame not quite covered by the nighttime call of hunting gryphons.

    With a delighted chuckle he hurled it over the roof down to the courtyard.

    Landing with a loud thump it sparked- it sputtered…

    It died.

    “Well fu-” Luke began, cut off by a blast of sapphire flame and the sharp crack of reality bending in on itself.

    Ember was already halfway to the opposite edge of the rooftop.

    Another clap of fire and her nephew’s panicked screech was all she needed to know that Cobalt had just Gatewayed onto the roof.

    She couldn’t miss this chance.

    “Forgive me, Brother.” she prayed.

    Turning she pulled the pin from the grenade and tossed it merrily at the blue-winged visage of wrath that had Luke by the ear.

    “Ember, Nooooo!” Luke screeched.

    Cobalt Blackthorn had only enough time to watch as the garbage-scented cloud of glitter obscured the quickly retreating form of Ember Asmond.

    After that she was too busy retching to do much at all.

    The Fourth Annual Prank War of Dedomilla had officially begun.

    1. Philip C. Avatar
      Philip C.

      I like this idea. It subverts the reader’s expectations at the end, and makes these characters either very dedicated to these pranks or overacting for the sake of the fun of it. Either way, great take on the prompt. I would point out that in a few places you use periods instead of commas or semicolons. It makes it very static to read. Rather than flowing from one idea to the next, you seem to state them one at a time. For instance, in the first paragraph you start with the sentence “Two figures” to “rifles” and end. then you say “Slunk up” like you are continuing the sentence. It’s a rough transition for the reader. You could instead say, “Two figures skirted the dim glow of the nightwatchmen’s plasma rifles, slunk up the walls and across rooftop gardens, then bolted unseen across the courtyard and in-between pools of violent lamp light with all the ambition of alley cats.” This is just a suggestion, though. Keep up the good work.

      1. ClockworkPigeonz Avatar
        ClockworkPigeonz

        Thanks! I had noticed that it sounded a bit choppy but wasn’t quite sure what I’d done with it- or how to shift it around without drastic change. I think I was just trying to condense some of the ideas down and botched it a bit. Will definitely try to edit a bit more harshly next week, though it’s amazing the things you miss even after rechecking over and over.

    2. I like that I didn’t understand the twist until the very end. It it is very visual, and I think is something like adults vs offspring, but I could be wrong. Very well done.

      1. ClockworkPigeonz Avatar
        ClockworkPigeonz

        Subverting reader expectations is something I’ve wanted to try for a little while and I’m happy that it seems to be working here! Ember and Luke are both adults, troublesome soldiers with a penchant for chaos and too much time on their hands. Perhaps maturity vs immaturity- though to be honest I would call Cobalt the ‘Maternal’ figure out of the gang! Glad you enjoyed!

  29. Madelyn Avatar
    Madelyn

    “Personal Fear”
    By Madelyn

    “Mr. Poe!”

    Jason paled at the familiar voice. He could only pray that they did not recognize him.

    Balthazar took his focus off of the conversation to see Jason’s parents approaching. He put on his professional smile and said, “I’m surprised you still recognize me, Mr. Hall.”

    “Please, I told you to call me Daniel,” Mr. Hall laughed.

    Mrs. Hall was the one to notice Jason. With a worried tone, she asked, “Cassandra?”

    Balthazar’s eyes darted to Jason as the latter turned around and stuttered, “H-Hi, Mom.”

    “You have…quite the haircut.” It was a simple question, yet it filled Jason with dread.

    “Lost it.”

    “I’m sorry?”

    “Got stuck in some branches. Panicked.” Jason started scratching his neck. “I figured that I might as well make it look decent…”

    Balthazar pretended to check the time on his watch. “Miss Cassandra, don’t you have to get to your job?”

    “Ah, yes!” Jason turned around. “I really should get going. Great seeing you again!” He ran off before his parents could do anything else.

    He had no idea how long he actually ran, but by the time he stopped to catch his breath, he was already in front of Avi’s library. Jason did not notice that Balthazar caught up to him.

    “Interesting coverup for vampire fangs” Balthazar stepped back as Jason jumped at the sound of his voice.

    “I thought…They can’t be in New York.”

    “Jason…”

    “Shit, what if they find out? If they hear someone call me Jason—”

    Balthazar approached Jason and held one shoulder. “Slow down for a moment and breathe.” As Jason stopped himself from rambling and took shaky breaths, Balthazar continued, “You can tell people to call you Cassandra until they leave. Right?”

    “…Right.” The look on Jason’s face was all too familiar for Balthazar.

    “Hey, how about we focus on the vampire problem?” Balthazar figured Jason needed a distraction. “We can handle this when you’re ready.”

    Jason’s breathing steadied. He managed a slow nod and said, “Thanks.”

    They entered the library as Balthazar raised his voice, “Avi! We’re here!”

    1. ClockworkPigeonz Avatar
      ClockworkPigeonz

      I always love to see more of your world revealed every week and this proves itself as another strong piece! Jason’s struggle when faced with the possibility of his parents’ discovery of his true identity is very interesting to me- especially which one he considers to be more threatening of the two. I think it serves as an excellent way to show characterization and to give readers that sense of connection they need to truly care for and root for a character. Amazing work as always, good luck!

      1. Madelyn Avatar
        Madelyn

        Thank you! A lot of writers use the “what if my parents find out I’ve been keeping a huge part of my identity a secret” worry often, but to my knowledge it’s rarely done properly in personal identity plots since most people think it has low stakes; probably one of the better examples of how to do it properly is the book “Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda” since the main conflict is the threat of one of Simon’s classmates outing him and the other gay kid to everyone (I really want to read this book). Since I also have Jason’s worry, I wanted to do it justice without becoming a tragic thing, hence Balthazar’s reassurance.

    2. This is so interesting, and so well written. I really like the panicked response for the haircut. “lost it”, and how rushed the excuse becomes, you can see the parents’ confusion over what really makes barely any sense.

      1. Madelyn Avatar
        Madelyn

        Thanks! Jason is honestly an overall mood when I’m asked about how I present myself since I, too, dread the idea of outing myself to my parents.

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