Writing Group: A Roll of the Bones (PRIVATE)

Hello, soothsayers and scam artists!

We’ve all heard the expression “playing with fate”. What if we could take it in a more literal direction? Distill fate—perhaps even someone else’s—into something concrete, and then… actually play with it? We’re curious. That’s why…

This week’s prompt is:

 

A Roll of the Bones

 

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When you think about it, knucklebones is a weird game.

Before the advent of plastic, way back in the day, people used to play games of chance with bones from actual corpses. Maybe not human corpses, but still. It’s kinda morbid.

Far from a game of chance with dice that happen to be carved from bone, we want to look at the strangeness of this whole thing. Converting mortality, a literal memento mori… into nothing more than a game. Something children used to play after school.

So this time around, I want you to build a story around this concept. Think of fate, and think of how to disarm it. Play with it. Make it a toy for your protagonists to prance around and extract joy or power from.

To roll the bones isn’t to give up on death; it’s to tell death that you aren’t afraid.

Go forward, look inevitability in the face, and blow a big raspberry.

 

 

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101 responses to “Writing Group: A Roll of the Bones (PRIVATE)”

  1. Brick Avatar
    Brick

    Baby Teeth
    by Brickosaur

    I traipsed through the winding Boneharvester Halls, ignoring the hulking femurers and Chihuahua-fierce ear-bone collectors I passed. They were taken aback, but I had no time for petty etiquette, even here.

    I wasn’t here for them. Bones: the remnants of a life already over. They told past and future. But I needed an answer present, through space. I needed living bones.

    A sharp left, and I arrived. Why anyone would put a cheery, colorful front in the middle of an unwelcoming catacombs was beyond me. But such is the way of the fae.

    No matter. I stormed through the door, face set to a business scowl. “I’m not here to waste time,” I announced. “I need baby teeth. Not mine. And I’ll pay whatever you ask — within reason. Just be quick. Please,” I threw out as an afterthought.

    The figure behind the counter unfolded into a shimmering pale fairy with an intrigued grin. “Another’s chompers, hm? You’ve an agenda,” they cooed. “I’ll need something of theirs to locate them.”

    This intrigued face was much harder to ignore, but I willed focus, and pulled out a hairbrush. “Used exclusively by him, daily until two mornings ago.” Until the bastard disappeared.

    Well, either he was a bastard, or in deep trouble.

    “That’ll-oo!” The fairy snatched up the brush and vanished. “Have payment ready when I return!” echoed from somewhere behind the counter.

    They hadn’t named a price. Tricky. I laid out what should be a reasonable amount for a bunch of tiny rocks. It was still too much, but I had no choice. Save him or beat him, when these teeth led me to Locrian, my return on investment would be high.

    The fairy returned with a vial of teeth. After some haggling, I had my prize and was running back outside, already incanting under my breath. No TIME!

    Once I hit open ground, I dumped Loc’s baby teeth out and read the scatter.

    Got it. North. A day and a half out. This’d better work, or I gambled most my life savings for zip.

    “I’m comin’ for ya, Locrian.”

    1. Simon D. Field Avatar
      Simon D. Field

      1. “I passed” would subjectively look neater in the form of “as I passed”, but it’s subjective, really.
      2. “a what should be a reasonable amount”. I reckon it’d be proper to omit the first indefinite article here.
      3. “It was still too much”. Logically incoherent. So the main character thinks it’s a reasonable price, but it’s too much. Decide already!
      4. “most my life savings”. Most of my life savings, no?

      No more nitpicks. Thanks for exposing a vulnerability with that accursed punctuation. Good luck getting read!

    2. Calliope Rannis Avatar
      Calliope Rannis

      An immediately interesting setting here. And one with magic that instictively makes sense too – how do you locate someone living without magic of your own? Use their old baby teeth after buying it from the fairies that took them of course! Makes sense to me at least anyway.
      I liked the voices of the characters too. The protagonist is a very serious person, but still willing to see the best in their friend despite the circumstances. And the fairy only had a few lines but they got the character across very well too.
      I would be happy to see more of this setting, if previous stories haven’t already been set here before! 😀

  2. A Roll of the Bones
    By Derek McEldowney (Deviacon)

    Abigail made her way through the packed foggy streets. The ever changing flow of the crowd moving with a life of its own. Each vendor vying desperately to garner the attention from those passing.

    One passing phrase caught in her ear. “Take a roll of the bones for your fate!”

    Roll of the bones, something about that deeply resonated with her. She approached the haggard old woman cawing to the crowd. A bony hand offered a warped and misshapen cup, aged beyond recognition of its material.

    “Care for a quick roll missy?” The thin voice crackled.
    How much? Abigail asked as she cautiously accepted the small cup.

    “First roll’s free, maybe win another. Go on now, cast your lot.”

    Abigail shook the cup vigorously and poured out its contents onto to large embossed piece of aged leather covering the table.
    Dozens of tiny bones tumbled from the cup, then scattered and found their resting place across the leather diagram.

    “Ooooo, my my my, what an interesting spread we have here.”

    “A good home.” The old woman plucked a bone from amongst the others.

    “Talent, that’s a rare one, worth a lot. You may have a free roll yet.”

    “Ah here’s your name. Abigail, such a pretty one.”

    “Ah determination! And with such raw emotion too!” Each one the old crone had inspected closely, rolled around in her hand and then pocketed.

    “Well I dare say you’ve earned another free roll.” The old crone scooped up the remaining bones, pulled a few new ones from a bowl, collected them all back into the cup and offered it back again. “Let’s see what you get this time.”

    “So what’s the prize?” Abigail asked as she shook the cup again.

    “Oh I’ve already taken my prize.” The old crone smiled a yellowed grin rolling the few small bones she had taken in her hand. “I like you though, so I’ll let you pick one to keep.” Her hand uncurled and revealed the tiny bones again. In each one, Abigail saw and felt a part of herself. Plucked from her very essence.

    1. Calliope Rannis Avatar
      Calliope Rannis

      Interesting! A crone that converts the essence of your very being into bones for her to pick and choose from. But does that mean Abigail has lost them, or did the Crone gain something less direct from this?
      Incidentally, if you *did* intend to mean that the crone has stolen these parts of Abigail, what really could have sold it (and made the whole thing extra creepy) would be to never refer to Abigail by her name again once the Crone mentions that bone and picks it up. Because her name is no longer hers anymore.

  3. jesse fisher Avatar
    jesse fisher

    Our stories are written in our bones, but even the most well dressed bones can be hollow and empty. Also the old lady seemed a mix of a witch, crone, and a stereotype gypsy. Really very good story here it was a nice read.

  4. jesse fisher Avatar
    jesse fisher

    Bones of the Earth, Wind, and Sky
    By Jesse Fisher

    The dry ground was cracked from the heat and lack of rain, the air while not cold did have a chill in the wind. The prairie was devoid of movement as far as any creature could see, the skeletal remains of a bison, that laid in a patch of greener grass, were the only thing to denote a location in the long stretch of similar terrain. The calm was disturbed as a pebble began to shake as the vibrations began to intensify.

    A sound like thunder began to echo as dust flowed as a herd of millions of bison ran the prairie, the wind caused by them whipped the dust around them to near twister realms of speed. Ignoring the land around it and kept on moving, the herd ignored the bleached bones of their fellow bison as they kicked up the dust. Many of the herd moved to avoid the remains, but some just barreled on either landing on the bones or a little to the side of it.

    Soon the bones were caught in the herd being swept up and some rolling before being crushed under the hooves of the herd. Many of the herd breath in the powdered bones as it keeps moving on, the remains were now scattered in both the wind and ground. The wind chased after the hooves of the herd as rain began to form from this chasing wind, the bones became part of the sky and land as more thunder boomed. This time from the sky rather than the land.

    1. Calliope Rannis Avatar
      Calliope Rannis

      This gave me cycle of life kinda vibes, with the dead bones being reduced to dust by the new generation of bison and all. Very atmospheric too.
      A couple nitpicks here: firstly, there were a couple of sentences where ‘as’ was used very close together, for example “as a pebble began to shake as the vibrations began” which makes the feel of the sentence a little weird. Secondly, “the herd breath in” should have ‘breathe’ instead of ‘breath’.
      Everything else was good to me though!

      1. jesse fisher Avatar
        jesse fisher

        Thanks and ya had this unedited

    2. jesse fisher Avatar
      jesse fisher

      Ya I was thinking Lacross but moved to Bison as it fit the scene and worked from there.

  5. WolfsbaneX Avatar
    WolfsbaneX

    “High Stakes”
    By Hemming Sebastian Bane

    In Laib-Farriage, next to the murky Cliam Sea, there was a tavern. Cheap alcohol, cheap rooms, but good customer service. Most clients came in, ordered a beer, and enjoyed their night. However, this night, three cloaked individuals came and wordlessly sat in the back corner.

    By the time the majority of the patrons were drunk, one figure took the cards from their pocket out and shuffled them. The cards caught one patron’s attention, a dryad. He got up from his seat and approached the table.

    “Deal me in,” he said.

    The dealer stopped shuffling. “Are you sure? We play some pretty high stakes games.”

    The young man scoffed. “High stakes, big winnings, I say.”

    “‘Tis not untrue,” replied the figure to the dealer’s right. “Let him play, Bryn!”

    The dealer, Bryn, let out a hefty sigh. “Fine, Raddie. He can play.”

    The figure, Raddie, fidgeted excitedly. “‘Tis wondrous! Thou shalt join us, young…”

    “Anthos,” the dryad replied. “I’d very much enjoy that, Miss Raddie, Miss Bryn.”

    He turned to the third. “Pardon me, but I don’t know your name.”

    “I am Mist.” The voice was soft, husky and feminine.

    “Miss Mist. A pleasure.” Anthos bowed.

    Bryn dealt out the cards slowly. “Anthos, are you familiar with Sprigs?”

    The dryad scoffed. “I’ve played Sprigs since I could walk! Tell the specifics and I will not lose.”

    Bryn huffed. “Very well. Oak trumps all. Wands are high, and Mistletoe is wild. Each of us plays for ourselves. Six card hand, maximum three draw.”

    Anthos smiled. “The Ancient Form? So be it. What is the first bet? Five tin? Ten?”

    “Thou jest!” Raddie said with a giggle. “Mist, loanst thou him fifty?”

    The dryad’s jaw dropped. “Fifty tin? What’re you doing in this place with fifty tin?”

    “Not fifty tin,” Mist replied, dropping a sack onto the table with a thud and a moan.

    Wait. Sacks don’t moan. Anthos reached forward into the sack and pulled out what seemed to be a coin. However, it wasn’t metal. It was bone.

    “You see, Mister Anthos,” Bryn said, her feathered wings unfurling. “We wager souls.”

    1. I really like the way you’ve introduced this game to the reader. It bears enough familiarity to a lot of our own games and cards to make guesses, but without trying to exposition dump it on the reader. The bone coin souls are a unique play on both the prompt and the concept of souls as currency that I really liked.

    2. Brick Avatar
      Brick

      Nice dialogue! I’m impressed that you introduced so many characters so quickly, and managed to give the audience a glimpse of all their personalities.

      I’m also a fan of the worldbuilding you’ve done, and the casual way it’s shown here. You say just what is necessary for the story. I’ve found that’s one of the best ways to write your worldbuilding. Well done!

    3. Calliope Rannis Avatar
      Calliope Rannis

      The atmosphere in this one was great, both of the setting and especially the characters. My fave is Raddie. :3

  6. minergirl778 (aka frogfireFantasy) Avatar
    minergirl778 (aka frogfireFantasy)

    Such a spooky ending! I love the bits of worldbuilding you did in this piece. The witch’s dialog is really fun. She seems experienced, yet still having fun with her work. The idea of bones being the part of us that becomes dragged down and complacent is also super interesting. Makes me wonder what my bones might say. Overall, great job and can’t wait to see more!

  7. minergirl778 (aka frogfireFantasy) Avatar
    minergirl778 (aka frogfireFantasy)

    A Date with Destiny
    By Minergirl778 (Aka frogfireFantasy)

    “So… You can look at a person, close your eyes, and see the happiest moment they’ll have?”

    “Mhmm.” The skeletal figure nodded as he mimed eating his ice cream

    “No way!!” June’s eyes sparkled “That’s SO COOL! Can you do it on anyone!?”

    He gave her a smile “Sure. Would you like to pick someone?”

    She chewed on her popsicle stick thoughtfully “Hmmm…” She scanned the park, pointing at a boy on a slide “What about that kid?”

    He focused on the child before closing his eyes. “I’m seeing… Lead guitarist in a band, alongside college friends”

    “Woah! Neato!” She beamed “I wonder if he does autographs.” Her eyes wandered off to someone new “Do her next! Blonde girl, on the swings.”

    “Ok, then.” After a moment of quiet he came back with “Indie developer. Reviews coming in. 5 stars.”

    “Awwwww! That’s amazing!” She directed him to a guy walking with his wife “Do him! Do him!”

    He closed his eyes, and his smile waned “Him, in bed with someone… One ring on the nightstand”

    “Ooooohhhhh….” She winced before turning away “Yeesh. That’s not gonna end well.” He nodded.

    She looked over at his ice cream cone, still uneaten and melting. “You gonna finish that?”

    “By all means.” He offered it, and she scarfed it down “I’m surprised you didn’t ask about yours. Most humans I’ve told ask for theirs immediately.”

    She finished her bite of cone “But That’s no fun! Who would want to see the spoilers for their own life? Makes living a lot less fun, in my opinion.”

    He stayed quiet for a moment, then smiled softly. So wise, yet so childish.

    “Hey, Oz!” He snapped back to reality for a moment at her call “I’m gonna go throw out my popsicle stick. Wanna wait here?”

    “Sure. I’ll keep your spot open for you.” She nodded, giving him a smile and running off to find a trash can. As she walked off, he quietly closed his eyes. His smile grew wide at the scene he saw.

    June holding his skeletal hand, with matching rings on them both.

    1. Gregory Hess Avatar
      Gregory Hess

      Nice. I love how you personified destiny, and I love the way the girl doesn’t want to know. Both because it would spoil her life, and because she would know nothing could top it. Good job.

    2. This is not proper feedback (I have it for other stories and I don’t have a lot to say here, but…): Dang, this one is adorable!!

    3. MasaCur Avatar
      MasaCur

      Holy crap, that was adorable! I loved it. I also loved how June didn’t want her life spoiled by finding out her happiest moment in the future. Still, the reveal at the end is so cute. Well done.

    4. This is such a sweet and lighthearted take on the prompt. I found myself expecting some sinister turn of someone’s happiest moment perhaps being rather dark. I was glad to instead see the wisdom of June to not want to see her own future, yet as the reader, we still get to, and it’s adorable.

      1. Calliope Rannis Avatar
        Calliope Rannis

        The one guy sleeping with someone other than his wife is kinda dark by implication – the idea that literally everything in his life will be worse to him than this moment in one way or another, and possibly *because* of the nature of that moment too.

    5. Calliope Rannis Avatar
      Calliope Rannis

      This was really lovely! Both June and Destiny seem like such sweeties in different ways and I would love to see more of them. Though the ‘happiest moment’ concept is a existentially scary one, and certainly something I would probably agree with June on – the idea that nothing will get better than a potentially fairly mundane moment in your life could cripple many a person’s drive to live.
      Also I wasn’t expecting June to be human at first – I figured that with the literal personification of Destiny being in existance, it was possible that June was meant to be the personification *of* June, the month. The fact that her character would fit the idea of that pretty well only helped!
      And awwww the final scene was super sweet. I wonder how many lovers a presumed immortal like Destiny has had in their eternal existence like this?

  8. King_Nix Avatar
    King_Nix

    “A Dangerous Gamble”
    By King_Nix

    The spring air hung wet and cold. Moisture clung to Roderig’s skin as he stared westward across the River Limës. On the other side, the capitol province of Rhumnaria stood, unconquered in war, its people indomitable. For generations, Roderig’s kin, the Saxoni, have dutifully aided their Rhumnish cousins, even through the darkest years of the Daemon Wars long ago. Now, centuries of trust and goodwill seem like a distant memory.

    “My lord,” hailed Legate Ahrin, “what orders shall I give the men?” Months before, Roderig had sent his youngest brother, Emilius, to meet with a Rhumnic ambassador to discuss the peaceful secession of Saxonia from the Empire. When only one member of the envoy returned, bearing news that the prince had been arrested for treasonous conspiracy, the message was clear. Any political solution would be futile.

    “Order the legion to break camp, we cross under moonlight.”

    The legate saluted, “It will be done, my king.” and turned towards the encampment. One legion Roderig would lead into the capitol. Two more were ready to repel any counterattack to the North. Another legion would invade the highlands on the border of Lindonum, and the fifth would hold vigil over the southern border. Word had arrived three days ago that his cousin, King Alarik of Norikum, would send a legion to his aid, while he would lead the bulk of his forces into Lindonum to keep any loyalists occupied.

    “Ahrin.” Roderig called.

    “Yes, my liege?” replied the legate, turning to face his king.

    “Has there been any word from the Südhlanders?”

    “I fear not, but reports suggest King Roland has informed the Emperor that he refuses to march North.”

    Roderig nodded. “Thank you. You are dismissed.” The legate hailed once more and headed down to the camp.

    Roderig gazed back across the river. It wasn’t only the lives of his people that were at stake. The fate of the entire Empire would be changed by the events of this night. All he could think of was the rattling of Seer’s Blocks, and how they might land.

    “The bones have been tossed.”

  9. Simon D. Field Avatar
    Simon D. Field

    Relief of Duty
    by Simon D. Field

    The sky was covered in clouds, and the sea was dark and restless. He stood on the rampart of earth mixed with bone, watching the tumultuous waters, trying to guess if any relief would ever come by water again.

    “Sir governor,” someone called him with due deference mixed with anxious impatience. He recognized one of his colonels by voice and turned to face the man. “I come to deliver the sentiment of the garrison. The officers say we should consider the offers of honourable capitulation. We barely command several hundred feet of the shore, and this position is untenable.”

    “No,” he replied simply, feeling very tired. “I’ve been placed here to hold the city, not to cede it. We don’t lack for dead bodies to erect another bulwark of them alone. We’ll hold until ordered to surrender.”

    “But we can scarcely be relieved by sea or land, sir governor, and the men are so weak that our days are numbered, if we are to resist. The fortifications are bound to fall.”

    “Regardless, I shall not surrender my command. I shall not be remembered as the man who betrayed three years of defence.” He noticed the worry in the colonel’s eyes and wondered if the man pondered assaulting him. He’d welcome it. “I shall not be the one to give the keys up.”

    The colonel relented, withdrawing from the wall with polite words and poisonous glares. The governor was glad to be left undisturbed again, rising on the rampart in his full height, peering into the sea. A sharpshooter could pick him off easily – it meant nothing.

    A terrible gust came roaring from the sea, and in the distance mountains of water rose menacingly against the darkened sky, distinct and terrible amidst the unnerving dusk. The waves were coming, rushing, advancing upon the shore, and no dikes were there in place to halt them, having been dismantled to obtain material for earthworks.

    The water was already on the rubble-choked streets of the ruined city below. The wind strengthened.

    But in its menacing roar there was a sweet promise of freedom.

    1. A very metaphorical take on “rolling the bones”, as in testing their luck, let things fall where they may, etc…

      What I like the most about this scene are the descriptions. I can immediately imagine the governor upon the ramparts, the walls of earth and bone, the dark pre-storm weather around them. The subordinate retiring with “polite words and poisonous glares” also conveys a lot, and with a great economy of words. You know that he is thinking that his boss’ pride is going to get them all killed, even though he says nothing back to him.

      Finally, and I don’t know if it’s intentional, but I feel the sea itself seems to charge at them at the end of the scene, further increasing the sense that they are besieged and yet the governor’s last thoughts on it (“but in its menacing roar there was a sweet promise of freedom”) shows that he welcomes the battle to come.

  10. The Oracle
    by NocteVesania

    The subject, Lucas Herrera, is a 35-year old male Las Vegas native. He declares his profession to be a broker, though background checks suggest the only deals he brokers are on blackjack tables. Despite the episodes of panic from recounting the incident, he appears to be of perfectly normal mental capacity. His account of the events, with some additional digging through police records and witness testimonies, is as follows:

    Mr. Herrera was spotted walking the infamous Strip at 11:37 PM. Eyewitnesses report he was particularly irate, mumbling some rather unpleasant things about casino dealers. Recounting the story, the subject mentions stumbling upon an decrepit fountain. Then, he goes on, babbling about some “Oracle”, an urban legend from the area.

    According to some denizens, the Oracle is a being able to bestow foresight, a tempting offer to gamblers for sure. Legends say the Oracle awaits offerings at an old fountain, the description of which matches the fountain the subject is said to have found. Mr. Herrera recalls his disbelief, even spitting into the fountain out of spite. “I’ve no respect for someone who can’t roll the dice,” he scoffs.

    All of a sudden, the subject reportedly blacked out, likely from blunt force head trauma. Coming to, he found himself in an alleyway with a splitting headache. He also noticed small objects digging into his palms. Upon inspection, he found that the objects were tiny dice, off-white like milk, roughly carved with crudely marked pips, and sticky to the touch from some kind of yellow fluid.

    The subject propped himself up on his knees, or at least he tried to. Unable to do so, he curled up to check his legs. I can only imagine the horror on his face when he finds nothing there from mid-thigh down. Local police later found him crawling out of the alley, screaming hysterically out of fear.

    Reading this report again, I can’t help but feel sick from such a cruel joke. In any case, this gives a whole new meaning to “oracle bones”.

    1. Calliope Rannis Avatar
      Calliope Rannis

      What a nasty fate for offending an Oracle spirit – if one even exists, and the deed wasn’t just done by fountain cultists or something. I find it interesting that you don’t describe just how many dice he had in his hands – was it just a few, or did he have entire fistfuls of bone dice cut from his own legs in his hands?
      And it feels like that a whole lot of small dice could be cut from so much bone too – I wonder if there is even more dice out there that was kept by whoever dealt the deed? A intriguing modern horror story in any case! 🙂

  11. Gregory Hess Avatar
    Gregory Hess

    “Prophecy Breaker” [Lily’s story]
    By Gregovin

    Edward and me walk up the stairs to the temple.

    Hasun The Guardian stands in front of the door.

    “Could you please allow me to pass? I’m kind of busy trying to save lives right now and really don’t want to deal with you.”

    “Lily. I can’t do that. The bones have dictated it so.”

    Hasun The Guardian’s twin brother, Dhakaal The Watcher, stands watch from the opposite side, arms crossed.

    “Come on,” I sigh.

    BAM

    Cha-Chink

    Oh come on, Edward. I was hoping to talk him down. Oh, well, I’ll forgive you this time.

    Hasun The Guardian falls to the ground, twitching. The runes tattooed on his skin unwind. He visibly shrinks.

    Dhakaal The Watcher yells, “What have you done? He was supposed to die in the Selksmire! He was supposed to fight the great flaming beast Trilumvarsil, according to the roll of the bones!”

    Edward responds, “I shot him with Lithium Tilganate powder.”

    “I was hoping to talk him down, but it seems a little too late for that,” Lily states.

    Dhakaal The Watcher screams, “Hexaaquairon(II) Tilganate? Anti mage powder? The effects of that stuff scale with power! He’ll probably be human for years! You broke a prophecy! Just who the hell are you?!”

    Edward responds instantly, “Just a mediocre magic user. Lily, it’s time to go.”

    I walk to the door.

    It opens easily.

    Inside lies our salvation. Our only hope. We must escape this world before it collapses.

    We find the pendant.

    IDENTIFY

    I know all there is to know about this artefact. I can now triangulate its origin, a location outside this world. This should do nicely.

    I portal away.

    1. Calliope Rannis Avatar
      Calliope Rannis

      This is very interesting! These beings seem defined by predestination and fate, but the world they live in is apparently collapsing, and soon. It seems like the prophecies of this world were already broken before this story even started, the inhabitants just don’t realise it yet.
      I would be interested in seeing more from this world, this multiverse(?) spanning adventure where reality itself might be decaying around the protagonists sounds like a great recipe for a varied and dangerous journey!

  12. Yours, Now Mine.
    By APW

    “Plastic?” asked Mr. Schwartz, eyeing the thing lying in the croupier’s tray as if the man had brought them a dead cockroach along with their glasses.

    “Is that a problem?” retorted Walter Fulton, his head already light with whiskey.

    His true intoxication, however, came from the stacks of chips, the piles of dollars, and – more recently – the sequence of ever larger checks finding their way to his end of the table. He’d been taking this old-money fool for all he was worth!

    “It is. We’ll use mine.”

    Mr. Schwartz produced a pair of small white dice from his coat.

    Ivory? The old bastard hadn’t been this particular about his cards or tops.

    “How do I know they aren’t loaded?” retorted Mr. Fulton.

    “You don’t.” Mr. Schwartz smiled. “Better for you if they are. Your pick: high or low. Throw them a couple times, use that to decide.”

    Mr. Fulton did. Got ones the most.

    “What are we betting?”

    “Everything you got in here, yours and mine,” Mr. Schwartz replied.

    “Really? Still got something for all that?” Mr. Fulton grunted.

    “I own a villa in Paris. 47 acres. Montparnasse quarter.”

    47 acres!? In Paris?

    “I guess I’ll pick low. Seven or less. Is that ok?” Walter Fulton asked, locking the tie as his.

    “Sure,” the German fool agreed, without thinking. “One more thing. A little tradition from my homeland. If I lose I get to keep the dice, but if I win they are yours.”

    “Shouldn’t it be the other way around?”

    “No.”

    Walter Fulton shrugged, and rolled.

    He got two fours.

    It felt like he was getting a stroke just thinking of all his winnings of the day evaporating into those eight tiny black dots. Mr. Fulton lifted a hand to his temple, then, and noticed the trickle of blood from his forehead.

    He didn’t notice much more.

    A person doesn’t live long with two holes in their skull. Not even two teeny tiny holes, large enough to cut a centimetre wide cube of bone from.

    “I win. They are yours. I get to keep them either way.”

    1. LaribHaven Avatar
      LaribHaven

      It is a very interesting story, I really liked the idea. I kept asking myself if the dice were cursed somehow being made of the other man bones, or if he was killed in some other way. Either way, I really like the idea here, and the subtle taunting before the reveal was quite nice too.

      1. The dice were made from the other man’s (Mr. Fulton’s) skull. But causality gets funky with this sort of fairy tale magic, because the dice appear before they are removed from him, and in fact before he loses, which is what determines the dice to “be his” (as in, made out of him…)

    2. Calliope Rannis Avatar
      Calliope Rannis

      I suspected this would be a devilish trap from the moment I saw how lucky Fulton was being, and how Schwarz was suddenly being specific about his tools when he hadn’t before.

      I found it especially interesting how you used third-person limited perspective here – probably helped to hide a lot of Schwartz’s true nature behind the fuzz of whisky, describing him as a ‘fool’ instead of the manipulator he truly was.

      Out of interest, how long *does* a person live with two small holes in their skull, and what kills them? Because I know that drilling a hole in the skull to relieve pressure from fluid is one of the world’s oldest medical procedures, so magically cutting holes in a skull isn’t *that* lethal really. Maybe I am wrong though, but it might be good to double-check the effectiveness of that method of killing if you didn’t already!

      1. To be honest, I didn’t do much research on the killing method here (part of the limitations of quickly produced microfiction, I’d argue 🙂 ). It definitely might not be as lethal as pictured. I wonder what possible explanation I could have used instead for someone to die with just two dice worth of *bone* removed, but that might just be a fundamental flaw in the fable…

        1. Calliope Rannis Avatar
          Calliope Rannis

          If I had to think of places, it would probably be in the bones supporting the spinal cord. Might not be enough to kill, but could destabilise the spine enough to crush the nerve cord and paralyse the guy?

    3. minergirl778 (aka frogfireFantasy) Avatar
      minergirl778 (aka frogfireFantasy)

      I love this! It has such a strong atmosphere to it. I can just imagine a black and white scene with these two in a smokey room. The way you went into his head to show it going from emotional wounds to physical wounds was really cool too. I just adore this! Amazing job!

  13. Matthew (Handsome Johanson) Avatar
    Matthew (Handsome Johanson)

    A Role of Bones
    By Matthew (Handsome Johanson)

    “Order. Order!” shouted Lord Barnaby, the coordinator of the Council of Peeved Skeletons. As the rattles in the room began to die down, he gave a few careful knocks with his gavel on the makeshift podium.

    “Thank you.” Barnaby continued. “Ahem, It is time to cast the vote on proposition 27a: Should we recruit a new skeleton to help with maintenance?” Murmurs permeated the debate chamber, but all were in agreement. The proposition passed.

    After a week of advertising in the nearby spooky dungeons and towns, the Chief Officer of Recruitment, Harold, and Lord Barnaby set up an audition stage and called the candidates to the dungeon amphitheater.

    “Thank you for coming, everyone!” Harold said. “We will now be hearing you audition for the part of maintenance guy.” The assortment of armored skeletons jostled a bit, but eventually formed a rough line to the audition stage. The lights dimmed, and a spotlight flickered on to illuminate a microphone.

    The first skeleton, clad in business professional armor, took the stage.

    “Uh, hi. I’m Randy.” He awkwardly blurted out after some silence. “I’ve run a carpentry business in Stoneford for 347 years, now. I mainly do-”

    “Cut!” Shouted Harold from the judges booth. “Thank you, that’s all we’ll need.” Randy waited with anticipation.

    “So, what do you think?” whispered Barnaby.

    “Eh, I just don’t think his heart was in it.” replied Harold.

    Lord Barnaby gave Harold a dirty look, then politely asked for the next applicant.

    After a long session of “interviews”, the talent hunters were left with nothing.

    “What are we going to do?” Barnaby lamented. “The council VOTED. We cannot obstruct the will of the council!”

    “I’m not sure, maybe we can ensl-”

    “Excuse me, sirs?” cried out the voice of a young boy. “I’d like to audition for the part of maintenance skeleton”

    The two stared at the clearly human child and then at each other.

    “It would take a tremendous act of subterfuge,” Barnaby whispered to Harold. “but maybe we could pull it off?” Harold nodded and turned to the boy.

    “Ok. Show us what you got!”

    1. GJFuller Avatar
      GJFuller

      I liked it. That line in the middle, man, that was a real groaner. Well played. XD
      That ending though, makes me wonder what life as a “maintenance skeleton” will be for the boy. Sounds like it would make an interesting premise for a TV show or something. 🙂
      Good work!

    2. Fun story, groan inducing pun, and a quick intro to a probably unexpected setting. A lot happens in this microfiction, from the original vote to the auditions, to even a glimpse of the hijinks to follow: disguising the human child! (Nyeh Heh Heh).

      As for constructive criticism: perhaps I would have gone with “clearly living child”, rather than “clearly human”. For a moment I was thinking of a kid sized skeleton, even after that “clearly” clue in.

    3. MasaCur Avatar
      MasaCur

      Of course there’s a pun in here. Look who wrote it.
      I loved looking back at the Council of Peeved Skeletons. These guys are hilarious. Really interested in how the young boy will work out in this community. I also find it funny how, in two stories, we find people who really find nothing wrong with a bunch of animated skeletons. “Eh, they’re like regular people, just less…fleshy.”

    4. Twangyflame0 Avatar
      Twangyflame0

      All the skeletons sound like Skeletor to me. I will make sure this a thing. I love that I can perfectly see the hilarity that is a council of only skeletons. The names are great and work well for this piece. I love the ending. I hope the kid grows up to be a great necromancer. Very well done.

    5. Calliope Rannis Avatar
      Calliope Rannis

      This was an amusing work, I like how the whole thing felt like a talent show with the auditions and stuff, and how the implication is that the Council is in some way villainous, but in the most mundane possible way.
      The young boy reveal at the end was also neat, though it did feel like Barnaby very quickly jumped at the chance to just employ the child instead of all the presumably more skilled skeletons before – are humans just better than skeletons at doing things in general? Tho I suppose the boy is technically also a skeleton with a flesh envelope. XD
      And yes, the pun was very well placed! 😀

    6. Brick Avatar
      Brick

      Yeeessss! I’ve missed these skelebois. Bonus points for the pun in the title. Everything these guys do is gold, and I want six more stories, please!

      Every line of this oozes personality, charm, and humor. The scene is well-written so that the boring scaffolding goes by unnoticed (as it should!), leaving the great interactions to shine.

      You’ve got one missing period after “illuminate the stage”

      That’s really all I could critique! Great piece, Matt. Ten fingerbones out of ten c:

    7. Simon D. Field Avatar
      Simon D. Field

      Wow, you’ve fleshed the characters out nicely!

      Atrocious pun, I know.
      Nitpick time.
      1. “The lights dimmed and a spotlight flickered”. Run-on sentence. Insert a comma to separate independent clauses properly.
      2. “on to illuminate the stage”. This sentence conspicuously lacks a full stop.
      3. “took the stage.”. The word “stage” feels used redundantly over the last two sentences. It could be addressed.
      4. “Excuse me sirs”. I love this type of error. Comma when addressing! Ask Dukki about this one.
      5. “of maintenance skeleton”. Of A maintenance skeleton
      6. “stared at the clearly human child and then at each other.”. To be fair, the child can easily be turned into a skeleton, so it’s not a problem.

      No more nitpicks. Upvote dispensed long ago.

  14. Calliope Rannis Avatar
    Calliope Rannis

    A Chance Mosaic
    By Calliope Rannis

    The crablike creature scuttled over to a series of trays, pulling one open to collect a metallic plate and a small dark container with their delicate four-fingered claws. Returning to the bartering table, the Explorer of Value placed the silver-grey circle of metal before their anxious customer. “This could be enough!” the alien’s translator buzzed from below their tendrilled mouth.

    Keyla gingerly took the offered container, hearing something like sand shift inside. “Soooooo…what exactly do you want me to do?”

    “Look inside!” The Explorer shook their claw at the cap sealing the top. Keyla opened it easily, revealing lots of little beads piled inside. Exposed to light, they seemed to be all sorts of colours, patterns shifting and changing at the slightest movement. “This is Divining Dust,” said the merchant’s translator, taking on a dramatic flair, “where every particle is filled with a thousand colours. All perfectly balanced! Until-” The claw taps the plate. “They touch this, and a thousand colours become one – the colour that first touches this special metal shall become dominant.” The alien shifts closer. “And it is said that the resulting pattern reveals the destiny of its creator.”

    “How?” she scoffed.

    The Explorer gestured outwards in what may have been a shrug. “Why don’t we find out? Cast the dust upon the plate. But only once! Fate does not let us try our lives again, after all.”

    Keyla looked forlornly back on her pile on the table. A friend’s art portfolio, an old childhood stuffie, and her own patterned jacket. All to barter for an antique replacement part of her family’s past-it Solar Truck, and it still wasn’t enough. She didn’t even have any unheard stories to tell, or any local songs to sing. This divining dust “for additional bartering value” thing felt like the Explorer was pitying her.

    Still, she didn’t have anything to lose at this point. Keyla looked once more at the oil-slick colours of the beads. Then, in one quick movement, she flicked the dust out of the container, and let her long journey’s fate be decided by chaos and colour.

    1. LaribHaven Avatar
      LaribHaven

      The worldbuilding is amazing in this one. Then again I like desert settings and road trip stories. I liked the scene description and I liked the alien too, it is very different. I also liked the cliffhanger ending, gives the idea that her destiny is open to our imagination. Keep going Caliope! It is a very good story.

      1. Calliope Rannis Avatar
        Calliope Rannis

        Oooh, what made you think of a desert setting in particular? I can see why you thought of a road trip in asthetic though. I am glad you enjoyed the various aspects of this piece so much, it was a difficult one to make! :3

  15. LaribHaven Avatar
    LaribHaven

    Some cults are worse than others
    By: Larissa (Lari.B.Haven)

    “Are you four telling me that you did not finish SACRIFICING EDDIE?”

    Laura Ashen was in complete disbelief; she never had seen such incompetency. The four cult priests stood static in fear. They looked at each other, trying to mouth the answer, but couldn’t say anything.

    “I can’t fathom the idea that the most well-trained priests of the Church of the Heavenly Seal can’t even kill my stupidly frail eighteen-year-old boy for the invocation ritual!”

    The fourth priest swallowed his fear and said:

    “Mrs. Ashens, one of Eddie’s classmates found the locus of the ritual by accident when the portal began to open! We had to run away!”

    Laura sighed and turned to the four members of the cult.

    “Ever since this city was founded, we needed to carry the part of our deal. We serve the Elder Gods, so they grace us by keeping the odds in our favor!”

    She gave an unnervingly warm smile while looking at the four cultists in front of her.

    “And God knows what happened the last time the odds were against us!”

    “H-hurricane of 1957?”

    “Exactly, second priest!” She held his hand. “The one that destroyed the neighboring town!”

    She smiled and said:

    “Now, where is my beloved son?”

    The first priest spoke in a weak voice:
    “The o-other boy t-took him away!”

    She let go of the second priest’s hand and shouted:

    “My family didn’t spend four generations playing dice with the gods of the other side only to have a goddamn highschooler throw a wrench in their… HUNDRED! YEAR! PLAN!”

    The one on the left raised his hand.
    “Yes, third priest?”

    “I-it’s actually a hundred and eight years plan, Mrs. Ashens!”

    Laura screamed at the top of her lungs, throwing her hand in the air and entering the kitchen, stomping on her high heels. The screaming stopped for a moment when she returned to the living room with a half-emptied glass of wine in one hand and the bottle in the other.

    “They just don’t make cultists like they used to!”

    1. Gregory Hess Avatar
      Gregory Hess

      Haha. Very Pratchet esque. the character is disappointed by the lack of bravado of the cultists, and the high school student is clearly a reference to a chosen one and I love it. Good job.

    2. Calliope Rannis Avatar
      Calliope Rannis

      Well that is screwed up, a wine mom sacrificing her own kid to the elder gods and all. One wonders if she undernourished that son specifically so he would be weak and helpless when the sacrifice was needed. Or maybe I am reading too much into the dark bits of this comedic story. XD

    3. MasaCur Avatar
      MasaCur

      This was very funny, Lari, despite the dark subject. I would almost feel for Laura’s frustration, dealing with her incompetent underlings, if it were not for the fact that she was ordering the sacrifice of her own son to a dark elder god. Loved the last line, to accentuate how poorly the current committee of cult priests seem. Really enjoyed this.

  16. MasaCur Avatar
    MasaCur

    The Bones Don’t Lie
    By MasaCur

    “Harumi’s Fortunes,” the booth read. Momoka looked at it skeptically, but most of the other booths at the school fair were the same thing as last year, and Harumi seemed excited about her recent fortune telling hobby.

    Momoka entered, and saw the other girl dressed as a stereotypical gypsy.

    “Hey Momo-chan! Care to have your fortune read?” Harumi asked. “Only five-hundred yen.”

    Momoka placed the money on the table. “So, what are we doing today? Tarot cards? Crystal balls?”

    “Bone reading!” Harumi excitedly answered.

    Momoka sat across the table with a shrug. “Lay it on me.”

    Harumi handed Momoka a bowl. “So what you need to do is dump these items on the table. I’ll reveal your future depending on the way they land.”

    Momoka looked in the bowl. Inside were a number of items, including a few bones, a broken pencil, a button, and a ten yen coin.

    “Aren’t these items supposed to have a special personal value to you?” Momoka asked.

    Harumi’s face lit up. “They do! See this pencil? I passed my final exam in math with it!”

    “These are chicken bones!” Momoka stated.

    “And your point is?”

    “How personal can they be?”

    “Very personal!” Harumi retorted. “They were my lunch!”

    Momoka looked at the bones. “From earlier today, from the look of things. There’s still fresh meat on them. And I can smell teriyaki sauce on your breath.”

    Harumi covered her mouth with her hand. “No, you can’t.”

    Momoka glared at the other girl for several long seconds, and then poured the contents out on the table. Harumi leaned over, examining where the items landed, then consulted a notebook.

    “Okay, well, this bone right here says that you’ll be eating soon. Oh, and the coin says you will be spending a lot of money in the near future.”

    Momoka cocked her head to the side, looking at Harumi in disbelief. “Really? I have a notoriously big appetite, and you just gave me chicken bones from a recent lunch. I’m practically ordering from Colonel Chicken as we speak.”

    Harumi thrust a fist in the air. “Another success!”

    1. MasaCur Avatar
      MasaCur

      Oh yeah. Pronunciation guide:
      Harumi – Hah-RUE-mee
      Momoka – MOE-moe-kah

    2. Twangyflame0 Avatar
      Twangyflame0

      This is just adorable. Kind of reminds me of the episode troupe about the school festival and how there is always a fortune teller. I love just how adorable Harumi and Momoka are. I almost want to know what other “predictions” Harumi has made in the past. Very well done.

      1. MasaCur Avatar
        MasaCur

        Thanks for the review, Twangy. Truth be told, Harumi has a talent for this, and can make very accurate predictions. Unfortunately, they are rarely important, and sometimes, like here, are predictions that someone with an ounce of common sense, and knowledge of the person could also predict.
        Because Genre Break is based on our BESM rpg sessions, a lot of anime tropes get used, so school festivals are, of course, a thing.

    3. Samantha DeShong Avatar
      Samantha DeShong

      This was pretty adorable. I definitely got a “slice of life” anime vibes from this. It makes me want to know just what other shenanigans Harumi has gotten up to in the past. These two are cute friends and I want to know more about them. Great job!

      1. MasaCur Avatar
        MasaCur

        Thanks for the review. Momoka’s a notorious gossip at her school, and Harumi is part of her gossip network. So the two have had plenty of interaction in the past.
        The universe this comes from is very slice of life, with some supernatural elements (some weirder than others).

    4. Calliope Rannis Avatar
      Calliope Rannis

      Hahaha this is a lovely little tale. It truly feels like a genuine child’s interpretation of a mystical practice like this too. Even including the thing where the psychic pre-ordains their future prediction by guiding their customer down a certain train of thought, this case being using tasty chicken bones to make the other person hungry and then predicting they would eat soon. XD
      A very cute tale, it was great! 😀

      1. MasaCur Avatar
        MasaCur

        Thanks for the review, Calliope. Truth be told, I’m not sure Harumi is that clever. It definitely could read that way, but Harumi legitimately predicted Momoka would be getting hungry. Unfortunately, most of Momoka’s closer friends could predict it too without using soothsaying, Momoka does tend to eat a lot.

  17. Geoffrey Treece Avatar
    Geoffrey Treece

    “Tides of Battle”
    By Geoffrey (AKA Ashikkon)

    Illya swung her mace with a fierce, savage roar. She caught the guardsman on the jaw and shattered it, ripping it from his body with the follow-through. Behind her a spell went off and she saw a sizzling green dart impact one of the other guardsmen in the chest, eating away at his armor and burning the flesh underneath.

    She stepped back ever so slightly as the guard, screaming in pain swung his blade, missing her by a wide margin. Another guard ran behind her and swung, but she could see him trying to flank her and was able to raise her shield in time to block it. The weight on the shield lessened as she saw him fly ten feet away following a strike by another of her friends.

    “To victory, my friends! As the Gods will it, we shall take victory this day!” Ilya shouted before running thirty feet ahead and engaging the captain in close combat. She swung her mace, guided by Ares, and found purchase. She broke through the captain’s shield and bit deep into his chest. She uttered a war cry, pumping her bloody mace in the air, relishing the combat in the miserly lord’s domain.

    ***

    “What a time for a Nat 20!” Rose exclaimed with a giddy grin. “Between my Divine Smite, my Thunderous Smite, and my +3 mace… I really love it when things work out like this.”

    “I know it’s by chance, but I can’t help but be amazed how well you roll when you’re in the role.” Joshua, the Game Master, shook his head. He rolled a few more dice. “With the utter savagery and deific invocation of Illya’s advance, the remaining four guards start to flee in abject terror. Fate smiles on you.” He looks to Michael, playing the wizard. “Your turn.”

    “I’ll cast Melf’s Acid Arrow on the guard I hit before.” He responded.

    Joshua smiled. “All right, roll those bones.”

    1. Felicia Taylor Avatar
      Felicia Taylor

      This is quite an engaging DnD session. It’s a fun, action packed scene, and I love that pull back to reveal 3 friends simply hanging out and enjoying a game.

      A few critiques:

      2nd paragraph: as the guard, screaming in pain(,)

      3rd paragraph:Iylla’s name is misspelled

      5th paragraph: the last sentence has “looks” instead of looked.

      Solid story. Great action, nice setting, and fun characters. Bravo, Geoffrey.

      1. Geoffrey Treece Avatar
        Geoffrey Treece

        Ah… yes, present/past tense my old foe. I see that I have missed you yet again! Curses! XD

        Thank you, I appreciate the attention to detail. I see I could have used one more pass-through before submitting it. I’m glad you enjoyed it even with the grammatical errors. 🙂

  18. Glaceon373 Avatar
    Glaceon373

    “Blight” by Carrie (Glaceon373)

    The druid maneuvered through the tangled undergrowth. She slipped through the near-invisible gap between the ground and a fallen tree, entering her burrow.

    She pulled a rabbit from her pack and skinned it. With practiced hand motions, a small fire materialized in her fire pit, creating no smoke. As she tended her meal, she casually reached for the only source of entertainment in her burrow, a set of six dice carved from bone, and gave them a toss.

    She stared at them in horror, then rolled them again. And again.

    In sequence, the rolls spelled out: Danger. Northwest. Riverbank. Urgent.

    Blight.

    At the last word, she extinguished the fire, stashed the dice in her pack, and ran. Trees and vines leaned out of the way for her.

    The riverbank was three miles from her burrow. She reached it in twelve minutes, skidding to a stop.

    Just across the water, the forest was unrecognizable. Where lush green trees should have been stood grey, leafless trunks, and the ground had a purple touch.

    The touch of Blight.

    The druid stared. Then she sat down, pulled out the half-cooked rabbit, and set up another fire. This time, while she tended it, words of a forgotten language filled the air. Soon, she felt the spirits she had called. She looked up at them as she extinguished the flame.

    “Hello, Aunts Relava, Takanka, Calatana. I think you can assume why I called for your aid.”

    “Dang, that looks awful,” Relava rubbed her transparent eyes, staring at the Blighted land.

    “A dark magic, of this strength…” Takanka stroked her chin with her talon-like fingers.

    “The river will not hold it for long.” Calatana stepped into the river with pale webbed feet, the water moving with her steps. “I can contain it for seven days from the ground. Takanka can contain it from the skies. And Relava can accompany you, Ismanda, to find a cure.”

    “Ugh, whatever.” Relava transformed into a mouse and climbed to her niece’s shoulder.

    Ismanda cast one final look at the Blight before running off to find a cure.

    1. Felicia Taylor Avatar
      Felicia Taylor

      This is a tragic piece. A blight is a strong dark curse, and the fact that it’s unleashed on nature makes me so angry. I like how survivalist Ismanda is. And I also love her care for nature. Each character has their own voice for the scant dialogue given. It also flows nicely, and the setting is fleshed out. The action is tight and consistent. These characters are complex, even without saying much. I hope you continue writing them, Carrie. Great story.

    2. Geoffrey Treece Avatar
      Geoffrey Treece

      This makes me interested in reading more. It sounds like a genesis story for Ismanda and Relava in a wider story and even though each character only gets one line, each of them has so much character that I can almost picture them in my head even without physical description. I’m invested in their success. Good job!

    3. Twangyflame0 Avatar
      Twangyflame0

      Can I just say that I love druids? Just putting that out first. This story sounds like the inciting incident or the background for Ismanda’s journey. I have this feeling that the search for a cure will take her far away from her forest and will be filled with a colorful cast of characters and grandious villains. I want to see how her journey plays out so much. You have done a great job bringing out my imagination. Very well done.

    4. Calliope Rannis Avatar
      Calliope Rannis

      Oooh I really like this story! I’m always a fan of the theme of corruption, especially one that distorts the land and nature around it, and grey and purple are certainly fitting colours for such a malaise.
      I also liked all the little details about Ismanda’s druidic life, from her burrow hidden below a treetrunk to stuff like the trees and vines leaning out of the way for her. It really sells that nature (well, this forest anyway) is her ally as much as her ward.
      The dice were mostly only at the start, but they did intrigue me. Are they meant to be the voice of the forest itself, or of the spirits? Apparently they normally serve as her only entertainment – do the spirits/nature play games with her through the words made by the dice? That’s actually a pretty good thing to have as you only entertainment honestly if that’s how it works – no matter where you are, you always have a friend or friends to talk to, in at least a limited fashion.
      And of course, they serve as an early warning system for emergencies too. This seems like a really well thought out world, I would love to see more of it!

  19. Twangyflame0 Avatar
    Twangyflame0

    Title: Life of Bones
    By: Twangyflame0

    Sera starred in front of her in surprise. She felt her body go cold as she recognized the figure she knew to be Thanatos. A white mask and black cloak covered his whole body. Only his hands poked out, one holding a scythe and the other holding a set of bones. He shook his hand and rolled the bones into a bowl below.

    “Damn it,” He said in a gruff voice, looking at the results.

    “Uh,” Sera felt her body lock up in fear, “am I…”

    “No, you’re not.”

    “Then…”

    “I wanted to have a word with you.” Thanatos picked the bones and began rolling them again.

    Sera grabbed her arm in shame, “I know I messed up…”

    “Do you?”

    “What? What are you-”

    He looked up at her, his pale mask silencing her voice, “There is a difference between recognizing failure and knowing why it happened.”

    “I underestimated the situa-”

    “No. You knew exactly what they were capable of.”

    “I miscalculated something I know i-”

    “No. You are one of the smartest humans on the planet. You rarely make simple mistakes like that,” He began rolling the bones again.

    “Then what did I do that got everyone hurt!?” Tears came out along with the shout.

    “Ugh, another failure,” Thanatos said while looking at the bowl.

    “Well?!” Sera slammed her foot onto the ground.

    Thanatos looked her in the eye, “You had the audacity to try and protect everyone.”

    Sera felt dizzy, “W-what?”

    “You do realize life exists with the inherent and inevitable risk of death, do you?” His voice thundered as he towered over the girl, “Your first true experience with the ugliness of this world, and what do you do? You try to control everything to fit neatly into your world view. You thought you could control the game.”

    Sera looked away, “I’m not as strong as Ryan or any of my friends. What am I supposed to do? And what the hell do you mean by ‘the game’?!”

    Thanatos took the bones in his hands and shook them, “The rolling of the bones.”

    1. Glaceon373 Avatar
      Glaceon373

      This is a great take on the prompt! Your dialogue is on point and your characters feel very real because of it. This feels like it could be expanded into something much bigger, and if you ever do that, I am completely on board. No real critiques to offer here. Great job!

    2. Felicia Taylor Avatar
      Felicia Taylor

      Man, this is good tension you got brewing. I would definitely love to know more about Thanatos and Sera, especially given their connection to Ryan. I was fearful for and with Sera during this exchange. What does the rolling of the bones do?

      One thing, though: it should be “Sera stared” in the first paragraph.

      Another awesome piece, Twangy. And this one so intense. Bravo.

    3. Simon D. Field Avatar
      Simon D. Field

      1. Sera starred in front of her
      It’s stared. Not starred.
      2. one holding a scythe and the other holding a set of bones
      No mistakes but a subjectively suboptimal decision. The second “holding” may be substituted for a hyphen with no loss in clarity.
      3. I miscalculated something I know
      Run-on sentence. Comma after “something”.
      4. what did I do
      In the context it’d be better to opt for present perfect, I reckon.

      Nitpicks are not numerous. I have read through the text twice. I commend the enhanced mastery of language. Unfortunately, I have already upvoted it, so no upvote will be dispensed. Enjoy you hopefully being read.

    4. MasaCur Avatar
      MasaCur

      Really liked this one. Will not go into nitpicks, Wulf managed to pick this clean. Thanatos was wonderfully done. He seems so abrupt and gruff. And while I’ve gotten used to reading about Ryan, it’s interesting to see a story focused around Sera. I’m not sure what happened to lead her to this conversation, but you’ve managed to really explain her character through this dialogue. Well done.

  20. GJFuller Avatar
    GJFuller

    Speak to the Manager
    By Giovanna J. Fuller

    “Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!” Was what Marqui wanted to say to the blonde woman wearing too much pink. The middle aged woman hadn’t stopped talking since she sat down on the cheap folding chair Marqui kept in his tent.

    First she had complained the line was too long.

    Then it was how tiny the tent was.

    Then it was the metal chair.

    Then it was how he was probably trying to scam her.

    When it came to the reading, no method satisfied her. She complained about the cheesiness of tarot readings. She rolled her eyes and pulled a disgusted face when he walked to read her palm. She snorted when he went to take the cloth off his crystal ball. Now she was just running her mouth off.

    ‘If she wanted to talk, she should go see a shrink,’ Marqui thought.

    “I mean, what is your education anyway. I’m sure your mother and father are very proud-.”

    “Ma’m, what do you want?” Perhaps his tone was a little less than polite, but who could blame the guy? He’d spent the last ten hours in a hot tent that, somehow, smelled like cheese curds and burned sugar all at once. One child had thrown up in the corner and a woman had dumped her lemonade on his head.

    She put her hands on her hips. “Ex-cuse me?”

    “You’re excused.”

    Her mouth popped open.

    ‘Oh great, here it comes,” he thought as the words flew out her mouth.

    “I want to speak to your manager.”

    He sighed and leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling of the tent. The purple and gold stripes were gaudy. “Ok, Karen.”

    “How dare-!”

    Karen was never able to finish her sentence.

    A darkness consumed the tent as the lights flickered off then on then off.

    “W-whats happening?”

    “You said you wanted to speak to my manager…”

    Growling came from the ground as the dirt crumbled away. Hands, or what felt like hands, stretched out and grasped the woman’s ankles. She screamed.

    “Here he is.”

    1. Samantha R DeShong Avatar
      Samantha R DeShong

      Oh I absolutely love this! The evil part of my heart that is scarred from working retail and food just adores a Karen finally getting some comeuppance. She brought it on herself, really. Don’t ask for the manager when you don’t know what you’re going to get. I feel for this poor fortune teller. It sounds like their job just sucks all around. Great story! I want to know more about this person and their manager!

    2. Twangyflame0 Avatar
      Twangyflame0

      I just love the style of this. I can feel the exhaustion from this conversation as it goes on and on and on without even needing a bit of dialogue. I feel so bad Marqui, he didn’t deserve that treatment. Also, can I meet the manager in order to either get hired or give them a high five? Very well done.

    3. Glaceon373 Avatar
      Glaceon373

      This is a great take on the prompt! And what a great play on the idea of “Karen” too. Your dialogue and descriptions are great, as are your characters. I also like how the fortune teller most certainly has a manager, and he is much more powerful than the dissatisfied customer ever could have expected. Overall, this is amazing. Great job!

    4. Felicia Taylor Avatar
      Felicia Taylor

      This is a fun one. I like how this seems like a scam artist at first. I appreciate here that’s it’s real, and speaking to a manager has deeper, darker consequences than simply having some uninterested, impatient person marching out and not really dealing with the situation. Also, poor Marqui is so put upon.

      “Off” can be removed from the last sentence in the second paragraph.

      This is a very black noir take on the prompt, and I like that Marqui’s abilities and credibility are called into question by those on the other side. Very nicely done, GJ.

    5. Geoffrey Treece Avatar
      Geoffrey Treece

      I have always wanted to experience the aether like some that I know, whether it’s the Lousiana Voodoo or the Romany Gypsy Spirituality, I’ve always wanted to feel the flow of magic that other’s seem to be able too… and having dealt with Karens like this for a very long time, I can certainly understand and relate to wishing I had power like this to shut them up lol.

      Marqui is low-key a hero of mine right now. Good job!

    6. Matthew (Handsome Johanson) Avatar
      Matthew (Handsome Johanson)

      This is great! 😀 I really enjoy the tone and dialogue here. they way you structured your dialogue really flowed well and made the characters feel like they actually exist in this world! also I appreciate the Karen name call and how the character was refereed to as karen by the narrator after xD

      Constructive criticism! Combine the two “woman” mentions in the beginning. like, the repetition is a bit too close together.
      Otherwise Great work!!!!

    7. MasaCur Avatar
      MasaCur

      Hah! Take that you Karen! Having had a job in the food and beverage service industry, I know what it’s like to deal with these kinds of people. It was like a kind of vicarious wish fulfillment. Still, kind of frightened by what the “manager” is.

    8. Love it! I like how the four lines beginning with “First she had complained” immediately characterize the woman and tell you all you need to know about who she is supposed to be within the story. I honestly was thinking “oh, nice, it’s about a ‘Karen’ at a fortune telling booth!” before you even said “Karen” in the text.

      And, the thing is, that little trick where you lead the reader to thinking something right before you confirm it in the story is always great, because it makes the reader feel smart and also because it rewards their engagement (I assume I am not the only one who was thinking that, and I know I am not particularly smart to think so, the writing is, but it still feels good and that’s the point!).

      I also loved the twist of who or what the manager was. I didn’t predict that one, but it made a lot of sense once it happened. I also like that you left it unspecified what the nature of the being or beings might be, other than the fact that they are obviously supernatural and on the darker side. “Nothing is scarier” and all that…

      “One child had thrown up in the corner and a woman had dumped her lemonade on his head.” is an interesting line, because it implies it’s not just that woman. It makes it clear that the seer’s experience is generally a bit like this, like a service industry job with all its vexations.

    9. Calliope Rannis Avatar
      Calliope Rannis

      This was a neat story! I don’t quite know how it relates to the prompt – occult stuff like tarot I guess? – but was a cool tale regardless! I wonder if the all the fortune telling stuff is actually just a front, and the real ‘profit’ is in snaring Karens like this one into hell so that the Manager can claim their souls from the trap they walked themselves into?

    10. We’ve all been here at least once. You captured the moment especially well, from the fervent over reactive nature of a Karen, to the tone of Marqui’s inner thoughts just being beyond done with the entire situation. I love the gratification the impending otherworldly horror that is “The Manager” gives to the ending.

  21. Felicia Taylor Avatar
    Felicia Taylor

    Marauders’ Bond
    by Lunabear

    “Roll already, bonehead!” Shen griped at Moran.

    “I’m takin’ ma time, ya blaggard!” Moran shot back, the pair of black dice rattling in his only bony fist.

    They crouched on the cobblestones, a scarlet sky shading their bones to blood red. Numerous fires blazed around them. Dead bodies laid strewn about in various stages of decomposition.

    Screams erupted in the distance.

    “Duke Vanderbilt,” Shen grumbled. “Why does he always have to make a show of raiding?”

    “He’s a right showman, he is. Blowing people ta’ bits an’ all that.”

    Moran’s one eye socket glared as he took his roll. The scraping of the cubed bones against the cobblestones was muted by the pounding hoofbeats racing through the decimated town.

    “Ha! Lucky seven!”

    “You cheating scoundrel!” Shen accused, his jagged fangs made more prominent by his missing lower mandible. Brass knuckles adorned one skeletal hand.

    “‘Tis a fair roll, ya foul git! Just ’cause YOU rolled a bleeding snake eyes t’aint no reason to be sore a’ me!”

    Before Shen could bring up how the horse’s hooves did all of the work, a flock of flesh bags ran their way.

    “They are mine,” Shen announced as he stood, hoping to work off his “justified” anger.

    “Won’t make ya feel any better,” Moran admonished as Shen brandished a short pearl dagger. “Least of all with THAT.”

    Ignoring the taunts, Shen rushed toward the small horde , his bloodthirsty bellow driving him forward. The terrified group exploded as soon as Shen took a swing. His bones scattered along with the bloody bits of the crowd.

    Moran’s chuckling caused his bones to shake. He sauntered over and scooped up Shen’s head a few feet away, which glowered at him.

    “Alas, poor Shen. I always knew you had a good head on yo’ shoulders.”

    “Do not condescend to me,” Shen snarled.

    Duke Vanderbilt pulled astride the quarreling pair, blood and grime coating his armor and bones. An eyepatch hid one eye socket.

    “Pull yourselves together, men. More towns await.” He spurred his steed onward.

    Moran hurriedly reassembled Shen, and the two raced after their leader.

    1. GJFuller Avatar
      GJFuller

      This was funny! I like these two characters and the way their personalities mesh. I have nothing more to really comment here, it was just really nice and lighthearted. 🙂
      Good work!

      1. Felicia Taylor Avatar
        Felicia Taylor

        Thank you very much. I love that you say that this light-hearted even though a crowd of people gets blown to bits. I’m glad you enjoyed it.

    2. Twangyflame0 Avatar
      Twangyflame0

      There is nothing I love more than fun henchmen characters. Especially two blooks like these two. There are riot is what they are. I also love the malformed words in the dialogue. Gives the characters so much more personality with having to describe them. I’m what this Duke Vanderbilt is up to though. Very well done.

      1. Felicia Taylor Avatar
        Felicia Taylor

        Thanks for your feedback. Moran is of Irish and English descent, so he has a fun dialect. It’s good that their fun banter comes through. ❤️

    3. Gregory Hess Avatar
      Gregory Hess

      Oh man. You give these skeletons so much personality in so little space, and I love how they gamble over the people they’re going to attack, only to be easily repulsed. I love how the one is too cocky to realize how dangerous their attack is, only to have their bones scattered and rolled. Good job.

      1. Felicia Taylor Avatar
        Felicia Taylor

        Thank you for your feedback, Greg.

    4. MasaCur Avatar
      MasaCur

      This was fun, Felicia. The voices you have crafted for Shen and Moran really play well with each other. You brought a couple of good laughs out of me with this one. Such great dialogue going on with this one. I loved it.

      1. Felicia Taylor Avatar
        Felicia Taylor

        Thank you so much, Masa. I’m so happy it made you laugh. Writing dialogue for Moran was the best part of this, I think. I appreciate your feedback.

    5. Calliope Rannis Avatar
      Calliope Rannis

      I really enjoyed the character interactions here, as well as the rather hellish scenery going on all around them. One thing I was confused about though, was how did the crowd explode? Did Shen do some kind of anime super swing that turned everything to mush, did the Duke drop a bomb on his location, or is he like a suicide bomber kind of enemy that gets back up afterwards? The story didn’t make this very clear.
      Other than that confusing element, it was really vivid and interesting for me. 😀

      1. Felicia Taylor Avatar
        Felicia Taylor

        Calliope! Thank you for catching that! I honestly thought I put the bit in about the explanation of the explosions. Noted and corrected. I truly appreciate your feedback and totally glad you enjoyed it.

  22. Samantha DeShong Avatar
    Samantha DeShong

    New Appreciation
    by Samantha Realynn

    The “Caretaker,” they called me.

    It was a bit cliche, but in the end, I suppose it made sense and it could have been much worse. They had to give me some kind of name, after all, something to make it all fit within their new views of the world. Everything had changed so suddenly, without any kind of warning. Skills that had once marked me for a source of disdain now were needed so desperately that I was practically a celebrity now.

    It’s kind of funny how one’s views on Necromancy change so quickly at the end of the world.

    Not quite the end, not really. But when disease ravages humanity to the point where only skeletons are left behind, it tends to look that way. Suddenly, everyone is begging for your help. There wasn’t that much I could do, I can’t regrow flesh. But animated skeletons are a useful source of labor and people find some comfort in having the remains of loved ones around. It was a win-win; the bones help to sustain those remaining both physically and emotionally, and the dead get peace knowing their remains are helping those they left behind.

    Unfortunately, not everyone comes back right. Most do, content in their new existence to help rebuild. But you get some who hold resentment, twisted by their bad luck. A horrible life, the method of death, any reason applies. Thankfully taking care of those types has become much easier to handle than in the beginning. I won’t go into that disaster, just that it almost exterminated the rest of humanity. Now I can better identify those who would go bad and avoid raising them, though dealing with the family isn’t fun. No one wants to hear that their beloved family would rather rip you apart than tend to your fields.

    But still, sometimes it just happens. Those already animated can turn feral. Even the most peaceful, the happiest soul can become a vengeful wraith given the right circumstances. Other times, it’s just random chance. In the end, it’s just a roll of the bones.

    1. GJFuller Avatar
      GJFuller

      Cool. Just really cool. I like the angle you took on this. Reanimating the dead as a sort of celebrity profession makes me ask some interesting questions about the world. Usually (in the stuff I read anyway) Necromancy is usually on the side of evil or such a rare skill that it is hardly ever used. However, a world shaped by it has some very interesting possibilities.
      Good work!

    2. Gregory Hess Avatar
      Gregory Hess

      Oh, necromancy after the apocalypse. I like how it is unclear how much free will the skeletons have. I also like how sometimes they just can’t come back for whatever reasons. Sure, the dead can help, but they also might want to kill you. That feels like a good magical consequence for necromancy

    3. MasaCur Avatar
      MasaCur

      I like the ideas you come up with here. The idea that resurrection isn’t a guaranteed situation, that sometimes, the dead won’t be the same afterwards. And that sometimes, the dead can be dangerous to their loved ones after they come back. Being told the story through the words of the resurrectionist really helps convey it. That’s really interesting. I really enjoyed this one.

    4. Calliope Rannis Avatar
      Calliope Rannis

      This is a very interesting take on necromancy – that risen skeletons are neither just the human soul they were before, or inherently malicious or dangerous either. They seem to be ‘simpler’ beings than the humans they used to be, hence their lack of minding being used as a labour force presumably. But the chance for any of them to go feral seems like it would create a lot of paranoia around them too – in fact, this feels basically like a fantasy version of a world where robots do all the basic tasks, with the chances of going rogue and everything!

    5. jesse fisher Avatar
      jesse fisher

      I get a real Reanimator vibes from this, while also just a medical student learning about their trade. I also like the use of prompt here as you laid out no matter how good the soul was coming back corrupts them.

    6. Matthew (Handsome Johanson) Avatar
      Matthew (Handsome Johanson)

      This was very good Samantha! 😀 the phrase “a role of the bones” doesn’t mean anything to me. I’ve never heard it before, i dont know what it means, but still, your piece makes it work. It almost defines it for me. It sounded a bit goofy honestly, but it fit well with the jaded tone of the main character. It’s hard not to be jaded after the world ends, i guess.

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