Writing Group: Fish out of Water

Hello, all you dried-out aquatic specimens!

This week we’re doing what we can to push things out of their element. Let the comfort zones be breached, let the weaknesses come to the fore, and let all the glassy-eyed fish gasp desperately for a breath of water, because…

This week’s writing group prompt is:

 

Fish out of Water

 

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What a terrible blessing this prompt is.

If you’re not familiar, “fish out of water” is an idiom that just means “something out of its element”. A fish may be a perfectly competent creature in the depths, but plop it onto dry land and in an instant it’s flopping and wriggling and working it’s jaw like a mailbox door. 

Not the picture of comfort, is it?

A lot of otherwise natural-as-can-be things begin to look this way if you put them into the right (read: wrong) context.

A maxed out, epic adventurer wearing a small armory’s worth of gear begins to look pretty silly at the DMV. A master con artist could probably be made to squirm at a psychic convention. A shut-in Reddit debate savant might just run out of things to say when an attractive stranger glances at them in the coffee shop.

The easiest word to describe all of this?

Awkward. Followed up closely by lost or misplaced. 

Of course, there are endless directions you could take this thing, and I hope you’ll surprise us. But a word of caution if you have a tender cringe reflex:

Get ready to read some painfully goofy shit.

Good luck! And happy gasping.

 

 

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90 responses to “Writing Group: Fish out of Water”

  1. Gravitonium Hydroxide
    by Brickosaur (in Gregovin’s Aleph Null universe)

    Abdul looked out at the room full of small-talking scientists and winced. So many humans. He wasn’t worried for his speech on the effects of gravitonium on water-dwelling organisms. It was what came AFTER.

    He wheeled a large fish tank onto the stage and began his presentation.

    “Gravitonium hydroxide behaves identically to water, except when an electric current is run through it, which activates gravitational properties in the gravitonium. And that has interesting implications for animals like–” he dropped some dried fish in the tank– “the humble electric eel.”

    A blob in the corner uncurled into two eels, which looked toward the food. They brightened slightly. A line of small whirlpools formed, pulling the morsel toward the eels, who remained still. Within seconds, they were gobbling up the fish.

    The audience applauded, and the presentation resumed smoothly.

    Then came the painful part.

    Abdul stepped off the stage, and was accosted by half a dozen scientists — complimenting him, crowding him, touching him. His frozen smile felt so fake, but it was all he could do not to bolt from the room. He nodded, making vague acknowledgment noises as he pulled the eel cart off the stage. He escaped through the doorway, back to the prep room.

    Safe. He smiled at the eels. These were his people. Quiet. Logical in their actions. Easy to understand.

    He dropped another treat in the tank and watched the creatures feed. They were visibly uncomfortable, and a pang of sympathy hit Abdul.

    “I know how you feel. You can survive in there, but you don’t thrive. And you can’t escape. I’m sorry. Science doesn’t care about how you feel.”

    People would expect him back at the after-party. Abdul wanted none of it. The bright lights, the pointless conversation, the TOUCHING. And unfathomable human behavior. They were scientists! Why couldn’t they make SENSE?

    But he had to go back. Or they’d come looking, and disturb the eels.

    “Hey,” he murmured. “I’ll get you some regular water, soon as we’re home. Promise.”

    Then Abdul stood. He grimaced, steeled himself, and went to join the party.

    1. Gregory Hess Avatar
      Gregory Hess

      This is great! Good job. I love it. It’s a fine addition to the universe. Nice job with the name, by the way! I like that he just doesn’t get people and feels like he’s “forced” to deal with them. “Science doesn’t care about how you feel” is a perfect line for this lol.

    2. King_Nix Avatar
      King_Nix

      I like the juxtaposition of the literal and metaphorical fish out of water between the eels and Abdul, which strengthens the connexion between them. Just as being in the Gravitonium Hydroxide is painful for the eels, it’s painful for Abdul to be among other people. And while both will survive in their respective environments, neither of them really thrives in those situations. Well done!

  2. Cansas Dale Avatar
    Cansas Dale

    Eyes Wide Open
    By Cansas Dale

    “Now Sonny, don’t be discouraged. No Flying Fish gets it perfect at first.” Florence said.

    Sonny nodded and swam back down. He came swimming back towards the surface, closed his eyes and jumped.

    “That was better!” Florence said. “You went a bit further that time. It would help if you opened your eyes.”

    “The sun is just so bright Uncle Florence.” Sonny whined. “And my fins are smaller than the others.”

    “Ah yes, you get the smaller fins from my sister. Just keep at it. Even with small fins your mother is an excellent flier.” Florence said smiling at his nephew.

    Sonny smiled as he looked into his uncle’s reassuring eyes. He started swimming back down to try again. He just was not made to fly like the others were. But what else could he do?

    “Not to far now Sonny!” Sonny called. “You don’t want a shark biting off your tail.”

    Uncle Florence’s voice broke Sonny’s train of thought and he realized how far he had gone. Feeling rather discouraged Sonny slowly swam back to his uncle. Suddenly Sonny felt a presence behind him and he began to swim faster. He looked behind him and nearly swam into a rock. It was the biggest barracuda Sonny had ever seen.

    Sonny’s heart raced as he swam as fast as he could go toward his Uncle. Then it dawned on him that the best way to escape was to go where the barracuda could not. Sonny dove down quickly then turned around even quicker to swim towards the surface. He shot through the water like a bullet.

    The fresh air and sunlight stung Sonny’s eyes as he left the water but he kept them open. He felt alive as he soared through the air, the mist of the sea splashing in his face. Sonny was caught up in the beauty of the surface world that he had forgotten all about the barracuda. Until he looked down and watched the barracuda swallow his Uncle Florence whole.

    A moment of shock and horror filled Sonny, but was cut short by a hungry pelican.

    1. Sonny NOOO!!

      The prompt was taken literally word for word, and I like it. Getting some real Finding Nemo vibes from this, and it fits the prompt well. The growing up metaphor also lands well, being that it’s a scary leap of faith we all have to take, and sooner or later those that guide us will be gone and we need to take the leap as a matter of survival. The abrupt ending is jarring and also hilarious.

  3. PixieWings Avatar
    PixieWings

    Neither Fish Nor Fowl
    by PixieWings

    I don’t like keeping my stall open past mid-autumn. The air gets dry. The customers get ornery. Not that I’m much better. I’m complaining to myself when the two of them appear.

    “Look!”

    “I see. We’ll get lunch next. Behave yourself.”

    The boy’s glasses are too big for his round face. He’s got one silk sleeve pushed up and he’s elbow deep in the koi barrel with an enthusiasm that says he’d dive in head first if he could. The woman has him tethered to dry land by their linked fingers.

    She’s a slight thing-smaller in her patched cotton and worn leather-but she’s got a bow and a quiver thrown over her shoulder. A hunter? She gives me a haggard smile as she fishes her charge out of the water. I like her in spite of my bad mood.

    “Forgive him. He’s missed the ocean.”

    Her honey thick accent draws out the “i” in“missed.” A mountain accent. The list of water plants she gives me is short but versatile. So maybe not a hunter. An herbalist?

    I decide to give her a discount-

    “What do you have?!”

    She whips around and her purchase is nearly slapped from my hands. The boy shrieks with laughter, tries to duck away. She catches him around the middle and wrestles away his prize. A dagger with a dragon crossguard, studded with winking sapphire eyes. She passes it back to the blacksmith stall and there’s no harm done.

    Later that night, I manage a warm bath. I let the magic in my legs fade. I paddle the water with my fins. I think of them.

    She’s a clever one. A glamour and some boot soles in her talons and she’s nearly human. She’ll have to be more careful. Another merchant might be frightened having a purchase thrown from their hands by her wings.

    His transformation is physical. He has the benefit of grabby hands being explained away by youth. He’ll to have to temper that taste for decadence. Someone may think he’s a kidnapped prince.

    A Harpy and a Dragon.

    I’ve seen stranger, I suppose.

    1. MysteryElement Avatar
      MysteryElement

      This was a lot of fun to read, the final paragraphs giving clarity to hints previously overlooked. It is a curious window into a moment in time, not knowing whether our story lay with the shopkeep or the stranger pair. I really enjoyed it

  4. Benjamin Cook Avatar
    Benjamin Cook

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  5. Lucas Nensel Avatar
    Lucas Nensel

    “Downfall”
    by Nenthausiast

    The thieves hand went slowly around the corner, applying different amounts of pressure on the cold black rock of the tower to find a hold. The night were as black as his cloth, so he easily slipped through the guards, standing in front of the castle´s wall. The townspeople had abandoned him a long time ago, spitting at him, while he was searching for help. Now is the time to take revenge, he was thinking to himself, while climbing steadily the tower´s front. Suddenly, a window broke open, enlightening the stone around it. He stumbled for a second, crashing town the tower. Filled with pain, he blacked out.

    “Good Morning”, was the next thing he heard.

    Pink, why is everything pink, he quietly asked himself.

    “You must be hungry, here I brought you some leftovers”. A young boy was reaching for a plate filled with the most precious food he ever saw. Gulping a cheese down his throat, he began to look down.

    “Where are my cloth?” Said the thief.

    “It wasn’t quite fitting” said the pink wearing boy. “The prince doesn’t like dark colours. Buuut I brought you something, this should be fitting!”

    Horrified he looked at the pink-coloured shirt and the brown short leather trousers.

    “Boy, bring me my hood! I am not in the mood for joking around. I have a job to do.”

    “Yea, me too.” Said the boy upset. “You have to leave anyway”.

    “No I cannot leave yet! I have to go to the throne room.” Surprised that his goal slipped his tongue, he went quiet.

    “No problem. I can bring you there. But you have to wear something.”

    “Fine…”The thieve felt defeated, while putting on the weird outfit.

    As the pair went out of the room, the thieve went straight into the room again.

    “Why are you going back?” The boy said surprised. ”The throne…”

    “Shhh. Why are so many people here.” As they were speaking, a women went by and the thieve, shocked by the view, slammed the door. “I can not…” He whispered as he opened the door again.

    1. I like how the gruff-sounding thief is just forced to wear something stupid-looking. It adds a lot to the humor of the piece. I just found a few spelling and grammar issues, but nothing a good spellchecker can’t fix. Plot-wise, it opens up a lot of questions like what is the thief’s mission or who the boy is. I believe those open up a lot possibilities for expanding the story further. The tension in the first part is pretty solid as well. Good job!

  6. The Man Himself Avatar
    The Man Himself

    Goblin Market.
    By The Man Himself.

    Eamon wheeled around, desperately trying to catch sight of his friend. Had he gotten distracted? Had one of these things done something to him? Where the hell was he? Most of the figures shuffling to and fro were shorter than the average person but some were tall, gangly freaks. These big guys and the covered stalls of the impossible market had allowed hi to lose sight of the man who lead him here easily. Maybe it would be best to just wander around, look at the merchandise and act like he belonged here. Eventually he’d run into that insane eejit Cathal and they could leave.

    As he began to listen to the garbled voices around him, Eamon realised he could understand some of them. At first, it was just messy gibberish as the short, cloaked figures chattered and the skinny men with heads like old turnips wheezed but then he began hearing normal words filtering in. “Seven. Seven souls, no more.” A tiny, aged man offered a porcelain doll with a single human sized fleshy hand and one bulging eye a woven wicker cage with a swarm of glistening blue bees inside. “I want the beard, old man.” The doll’s words, he didn’t really hear. Eamon just knew what was being said somehow.

    Averting his gaze, he kept walking. That Amadán would probably end up eating something he shouldn’t or insulting someone weird and dangerous.
    For a second, he thought he saw his friend but caught a glimpse of the human-sized figure’s eyes. Solid lime green with cracks around them. He changed his trajectory to avoid the thing and found himself at a table of white wood, behind which stood a tall, eerily thin figure. It had long, calloused white fingers and a wrinkled, lipless grin with hollow, circular eyes.

    “In the market for some luck? Eamon Costello? I don’t charge much.” Its voice was a whistle, and one that became easier to listen to as it spoke, like it was getting used to the words. It knew his name.

    A beetle crawled out one eye. He needed to leave.

    1. Lunabear Avatar
      Lunabear

      A pervasive unease and crawling feelings of dread throughout, Man. You brought out a ton of fear, and your descriptions really help to fuel Eamon’s sense of disorientation. I love how foreign everything feels. The merchants are also interesting despite being frightening. I’m not sure if it was intentional, but the wicker cage with the blue bees made me think immediately to The Wicker Man with Nicholas Cage. I laughed out loud!

      The only critique

      had allowed hi(m) to lose sight of the man who lead him Paragraph 1

      Having Eamon understand some of their conversations is a nice touch. I wonder if he has a connection to any of them. I also hope he finds his friend and his friend is ok. Truly immersive! Well done!

      1. The Man Himself Avatar
        The Man Himself

        Thanks! I wasn’t thinking of the wicker man but that is weirdly fitting in a sense. I had the speech thing more to highlight how things don’t work normally here, and to allow everything to remain ‘foreign’ while still allowing him to understand dialogue. Language not working as it usually does seemed like a good way to show how bizarre the place he’s found himself is.

        1. Lunabear Avatar
          Lunabear

          You definitely succeeded! Would love to see more!

  7. IsIt Necessary Avatar
    IsIt Necessary

    A slightly awkward situation
    by U

    Horror.

    Horror is something one might love, might hate, or neutral overall, but it is something that is inevitable. We will experience one point or another in our lives, the best we can do is to cope with it and deal with it. Some may run from it and deny themselves the opportunity to be scared or some, like myself, will run towards it, immersing ourselves into its terrifying clutches, desensitizing ourselves and gathering knowledge, in hopes that it will prepare us for whatever dark secret the future holds.
    It was what I hoped, yet like Icarus, I was undone by my own hubris. I thought that the ability to create horror, being able to dismantle it and assemble it to fit my vision, means that I am able to handle fear and its source, and the consequences it put forth. It was in that confidence in my pen and knowledge that my downfall started. I have realized that I never knew what the darkness really holds, and how utterly horrific it is. I was but someone who was merely looking through it with the luxury of being an outsider, someone who has the luxury to study the surface of it bathe in the comfort of light. I was merely the narrator, a passive spectator, reading out the actions, fates, and, ultimately, the demise of the characters.
    Yet the only fate that shall be decided this would be mine. Normally, an author would be ecstatic to be the lead of his own tale. I held no such desires; I was content writing and arranging the events that would unveil the horror and then whether it would kill the characters or would they survive. Now, it is my death that I shall write.
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    It seems that this message ends here. The water has finally found its way to my room and is whispering sweet nothings. It bangs on the door and will break it soon. It calls my name with the voices of my children and parents, which a sign for me to end this. I shall comply.

    1. Lunabear Avatar
      Lunabear

      I like the psychological aspect of the story. You can feel the arrogance of the narrator shift to disbelief and finally incredulity as the story goes along and ends. I really enjoyed your strong narrative, and the flow was very well done. I also like how the reader gets inside of the head of the narrator as they slowly realize they are out of their element with horror. The reading suffers a tiny bit, however oh, because of the use of too many commas and a few words missing. Other than that, it’s really good, U. A spooky, tragic narrative.

    2. MysteryElement Avatar
      MysteryElement

      This brings back some memories from the Riddlemaster series, and gives some lovely spooky vibes. Your beginning being introspective and self examining gave the piece a veil of realism, a confrontation of what they believed of themselves and the confrontation of what they truly feel. The ending paragraph gives way to curiosity and uncertainty, possibly a similar situation our protagonist is in. Are the voice real, a supernatural force taking the voices of his loved ones to lull him into their embrace? Or is it the mind, breaking under duress and attempting to make the embrace of certain death more acceptable and appealing? Very Intriguing!

    3. Joseph Kharms Avatar
      Joseph Kharms

      I really liked this, it felt very surreal. I wouldn’t be surprised if this was part of a dream you had once had. I really liked how you opened the story with the single word “Horror”. Right from the start you hooked me and told me as a reader that this wasn’t going to be an average story.
      Well done! I enjoyed reading this.

    4. Cansas Dale Avatar
      Cansas Dale

      That was very interesting. I enjoyed the voice you spoke in and the words you used. I think my favorite thing was how you, the author was talking about writing your own death. The way you spoke about the water coming in. It gave me that sense of drowning that so many of us fear. Anyway, it was a beautiful piece!

  8. Flora Longtail Avatar
    Flora Longtail

    Going Home
    By Flora Longtail
    Sights, sounds and whatever else more surround the young woman. Sights that, a week ago, she couldn’t’ve even imagined. Bows and swords made of metal and shimmering light surround her, shaped in styles she can scarcely place; none like what she’d had at home. A tongue she doesn’t understand and strangely dressed and shaped creatures, still standing on two legs.

    A week ago, she’d been hunting in the jungles. Now, she was some kind of hunting-trophy herself, it seems; kept alive and on display, made to wear an outfit that could only be described as ‘ceremonial’ in her mind. A trophy for the strange creature that she’d been greeted by when she’d awoken. Not a face she’s particularly fond of, even now; something she’d let him know with her claws.

    There’d been those strange, small levers along the wall, turning on the unnaturally long, thin suns embedded in the ceiling. Once or twice, she’d been able to get a good view from the window, seeing yet more of those strange suns along the walls of other buildings, tall as the sky; the ground below not even visible to her.

    Now, though, she’d had her chance. Someone’d left the door unlocked. Carefully, she sneaks out, making her way to one of the many strange rooms in this place…

    She’d seen the creature fly these strange machines, of course. These strange, flying boxes with their blinking lights and many buttons; many of which she likely doesn’t even know about. She’d learned just enough to be able to unlock the door herself and slip into the seat. Just enough to turn the magical construction on and get herself pressed into the seat inadvertently… Just enough to press the ignition, and go hurtling through the depths of space.

    Destination? Home… Wherever that might be.

    1. This story left me wondering just what kind of animal your protagonist was and if she was in a human building like a lab or a zoo. I thought that until the last part with the depths of space. There was a lot of story in just 300 words and even more questions at the end. Nicely done.

    2. Lunabear Avatar
      Lunabear

      Flora, I love that this is from the perspective of the alien, or what is perceived to be an alien. This has incredibly wonderful imagery; I saw everything so vividly in my mind while I was reading this. I also love that takes place in space, if I interpreted it correctly. I would actually love to see what this creature is, if not human. you also did a great job of ramping up tension and the threading a lot of fear and uncertainty throughout this piece. Great job!

  9. Blank Page
    By T.E.

    The blank pages roared. Their emptiness tormenting the writer’s poor soul. Demanding words to be spilled, feasting on thoughts, dreams, and ideas.

    “Am I the right person?” the writer thought. “Who am I to sate this hunger? My words are neither good nor many, these pages could be used much better… “

    But there was no going back. Some invisible force commanded the writer, squeezing words from nothingness, soiling the pristine pages with the dirt contained within. The writer stared at the pages, and the pages stared back. No longer blank, no longer roaring. They were whimpering, they had been ruined.

    The writer had no choice but to put them out of their misery and start again, returning to the abyss of the blank page. Again and again, the cycle continued. It was a massacre with few victims; sanity, confidence, time.

    It could never end, for the writer had invited that force which commands us to press on. Never settling for failure. Time passed, until the words finally flew forth like a flock of imprisoned birds tasting freedom.

    “These words are weak, empty, and meaningless. But at least they’re mine,” the writer thought.

    The pages would have to make do with what they were offered. One couldn’t be picky as a blank page longing for words. When their nakedness had been covered with what could barely be called prose, the writer took a step back from the screen and smiled.

    “Perhaps we can make something out of you yet,” the writer said to the pages. The writer began slashing and cutting through the mess. Forming new meaning out of the mutilated remains. The pages no longer roared, they had been sated.

    “Perhaps I can do this after all,” the writer thought. “Maybe it’s not the person or the ideas that truly matter, but the force that drives us on.”

    The pages were allowed to rest, satisfied. Glad to be digital, so that they would never have to make do with those first horrible words.

    1. Lunabear Avatar
      Lunabear

      Well…this is an existential experience. You’ve captured the tediousness and frustration of trying to write, whether it be for the first time or returning to it after a hiatus. The way this begins as messy then flows with more fluidity by the end lines up with the writer being uncertain then struck with inspiration. Incredibly realistic. Brilliant job, T.E.

    2. IsIt Necessary Avatar
      IsIt Necessary

      I hate you, T.E. Not because you have wronged me or because your work is bad, rather it is quite good. It was able to put into words feelings or experiences I thought were unable to be put into words. The activity you have used here was writing but this writing could also be used to describe general anxiety one feels when starting a new activity. Props on the good work.

    3. PixieWings Avatar
      PixieWings

      Wow, do I love this. It hits on all the right notes of being an artist feeling frustrated by and unworthy of making their art. It made me laugh about my own writing journey and that ending dialogue about the force that drives us to write is genuinely uplifting. Fabulous work.

  10. Gone
    by NocteVesania

    I found myself standing at an empty street one evening. I couldn’t remember how I got there, or where I was going, but there I was, confused and alone. The grey apartment buildings seemed familiar, but I could not figure out why. In the distance, I saw a man, dressed in a trenchcoat and hat, walking in my direction.

    “Mister!” I called out to him, “can you tell me where we are?”

    No response. The man kept walking, his head down and his hands in his pocket.

    Typical. Adults are too ignorant to listen to kids.

    Fragments of a memory flashed in my mind. The sounds of a woman weeping. The icy metal of a doorknob as I pull it towards me. The cool breeze of the night caressing my cheek.

    As I faded back to the present, I saw the man, already past me, put out his left hand, palm toward the sky. After a moment, he started jogging away. That’s when I heard a faint pitter-patter around me.

    Rain? I normally wouldn’t have bat an eyelash, but this felt odd. Rather, it didn’t feel like anything. I could hear the droplets falling around me, but I couldn’t feel it on my skin.

    My bewilderment grew even more as an ambulance whizzed past, sirens blaring. With nowhere else to go, I followed it. It soon led me to some men in blue on the edge of an alley, police cars lining the street.

    As I approached, I heard it again, the sobbing of that same woman in my vision. I hesitated, then took a step toward her.

    “Mom? I-I’m sorry for worrying you. I’m he-”

    Shock came upon me, cutting off my words. Lying on the pavement, right at the alleyway’s mouth, is a body, partially covered in tarp, blood pooled underneath. I slowly walked towards it. My breath grew shorter and shorter as my heart pounded. I clutched my chest with a trembling hand in a futile attempt to calm myself. I peered into its face.

    It was me, staring back, eyes wide and lifeless.

    1. This would have also worked for the other prompts. This also reminds me of Swayze’s death in ghost where he didn’t know he died until we went back and saw his body on the ground with Demi Moore. With no real hints on how it happened or why, the story offers a creepy what’s next feeling, very nice.

    2. I like the twist of it all. I also like the build-up of it and the few sentences before the reveal was also good giving out signs for the reader to piece it together. WHat’s surprising is that you were able to do so in a few words. That’s something that I must applaud you for. Good job,Vesania.

    3. Lucas Nensel Avatar
      Lucas Nensel

      Thats an interesting take. I think this is more a fish stranded on a cold icy shore than just a fish out of water. Its very well written and especially the atmosphere stood out to me. The feeling of losing a parent (in a crowd) is relatable and well exaggerated to the point of a real loss.

    4. The mystery in this piece is really great. From the start there’s an eerie atmosphere that just thickens throughout. By the end finding out the narrator is dead gave me a real pang in the feels, which I find impressive considering the short length.

      There’s one tiny phrase that didn’t really hit home with me. “The icy metal of a doorknob as I pull it towards me.” I don’t really understand what this is supposed to convey, did the narrator leave or enter a building recently? Might just be me being daft, but it was something that got me out of the zone a little bit while reading.

      Great work on this piece! Thanks for sharing.

    5. Cansas Dale Avatar
      Cansas Dale

      Oh, I love that! I’ve always loved stories of dead people not knowing they are dead. It makes you question and think. The way you wrote this was very beautiful and unique. I love how you described the rain, being able to hear it and know it was falling but not feeling it. I am so in love with this story!

  11. Gregory Hess Avatar
    Gregory Hess

    “Above the surface” [This week Brick and I collaborated with each other, and swapped our worlds. I got permission from them to use their world, Squirreledbuilding]
    By gregovin

    I feel so … bored. Everything feels the same. None of the other fish seem to want to do anything fun or interesting. All so mature. Hmph!

    I’ve seen some weird foods near the surface. They look and move weird. They seem to congregate around the weird shadowy solid things, fast movers, or big birds. Everyone says don’t bite, but I want to try.

    Oh! There’s a shadowy solid thing. I swim toward it. Oh, a weird food.

    Nom!

    Something pokes the roof of my mouth. Ow Ow Ow Ow Ow. SWIM SWIM SWIM AWAY
    It hurts more! I can’t move back. I feel like I’m being yoinked forward toward the shadowy solid thing. PANIC! Suddenly, I’m pulled upward.

    MY EYES! It’s too bright up here!

    MY GILLS! THEY BURN.

    MY MOUTH! That thing in it hurts like hell.

    I hear a voice. “Oh, you finally caught one. Well, it’s catch and release. Throw it overboard.” I can barely make out a tall being as it pulls me toward it, opens my mouth, and pulls the thing out with weird fins that seem to have odd gaps in them. Then I’m flung to the side.

    Splash!

    I’m back. Everything feels so much better down here. The water is nice, cool, and dark. My mouth only hurts a bit. I’m not doing that again. No no no.

    The shadowy solid thing moves away.

    Phew. I escaped!

    I swim down to find my fellows, the pain in my mouth reduced to a dull ache.

    1. Flora Longtail Avatar
      Flora Longtail

      I quite like this more literal interpretation of what is, essentially, an abstract writing prompt; though I will admit being a sucker for such things and having toyed with the idea some myself.

      It feels very stream-of-conscious, much like the other pieces of yours I’ve looked at before, which I’d argue is a good thing; though if you wanted to go down that road even further, you might want to consider breaking up the larger paragraphs even more, to further emphasize the feeling of the mind jumping from one thought or sensation to the next.

      All in all, solid piece.

    2. I gave you a few thoughts before, but I’ll reply here too!

      First off, thanks for doing the world switch, and for all the information so I could acquaint myself with Aleph Null. And sorry I procrastinated my own piece to death XD

      Anyway, yours! You do a great job with a sensation-centric narrative, which works really well for a fish in this world. Animals have greater sentience and reasoning abilities here, but even then, fish are not the geniuses of the bunch. I think you hit the perfect balance here.

      The whole piece is also humorous and lighthearted, despite the fish being in actual danger. I appreciate the bit of planting and payoff here, where the other fish aren’t interested in doing “anything fun” at the beginning. Later, we see exactly why.

      Great entry, Greg!

  12. Joseph Kharms Avatar
    Joseph Kharms

    “Mainstream Metamorphosis”
    By Joe Kharms

    It’s never pleasant to have your own mother scream at you when you enter the kitchen for your breakfast in the morning. Likewise, it’s not pleasant, when you ask what’s wrong and she faints in front of you. Similarly, rushing to the mirror to check that your face is a human face is also very unpleasant.

    I’m Greg Samuel, and apparently I’m a fish.

    My dad, after I convinced him I was his son, rang the ambulance. He didn’t know what else to call, your teenage son turning into a giant talking fish wasn’t exactly something they’d prepared for.

    While waiting for the ambulance, I was in front of my bathroom mirror examining myself. In my reflection I was still human, when I looked down at my body it was still human; I decided my parents must have gone insane.
    But when the ambulance came, they too saw a fish when they looked upon me.

    The next few months of my life were difficult. Journalists buzzed around my rotting life all throughout the day. I told them “I’m not a fish, you are all wrong!” but the newspapers ran with subtly manipulative headlines like: “Giant fish claims he isn’t a fish”.

    As for my parents, they said they believed me when I told them I was still human. But I still went upstairs one day to find they had replaced my bed with a coffin shaped fish tank.

    I had to leave home anyway, because I overheard my father talking to a group of scientists that wanted to dissect me.

    I was certain I wasn’t a fish, I knew it deep down. But slowly, as I travelled reading more and more stories about me and seeing people jump in horror at the sight of me, I started to believe I was a fish. I found myself on a cliff watching the waves crash against the rock. If I was a fish that was my home; so I jumped.

    I drowned to death happily under the water, they were wrong; I was not a fish.

    1. I’m not gonna lie, this story threw me through some intense loops. In the beginning, I thought this story was going to be incredibly dark. Towards the middle, I admit I found it morbidly amusing. The end hit me like a punch again. It was a real emotional roller-coaster and I admit, I had to read it several times. To me, it felt very removed from this world and yet so close to it, similar to the works of Franz Kafka. Amazing piece.

      1. Joseph Kharms Avatar
        Joseph Kharms

        Yes, as you can see from the title it hints at my Kafka influence. I love absurdist literature in general, my name “Kharms” comes from a pseudonym used by an absurdist poet: “Daniil Kharms”.
        I’m glad you enjoyed!

    2. I am so glad someone went this route. This was a pleasure to read. I really like to that, while it started out very whimsical, it went to the morbid without losing the overall tone. Well done.

    3. There was this movie from 1964 (think) half live-action half cartoon musical(ish) called The Incredible Mr. Limpet. The title character dreams of becoming a fish until it happens. Let’s just say it has a happier ending (if made today, it would have some sort of environmental theme and end with the MC on the end of a hook or in a net).

      I can’t help feel that the fish theme is more of a metaphor for something else, maybe even that time just as you become an adult. Many feel like a fish out of water, with the ending being his childhood drowning in a sea of adult responsibility. That would make the vivisection doctors college professors (which seems apt).

      1. Joseph Kharms Avatar
        Joseph Kharms

        I do not like to give away what my writing is a metaphor for.
        I’m glad you have engaged in trying to decipher it though!

        1. Mike Collins Avatar
          Mike Collins

          I met-her-for sex but she just slapped my face

    4. Lunabear Avatar
      Lunabear

      Joseph! This story is not fair! You can’t have black comedy and then have a tragic ending like that! I absolutely love this story, and I laughed out loud several times while reading it, but that ending! I feel so terribly bad for Greg as the story progresses. How in the world did he get like that? Did somebody place a spell on him so that everyone else around him sees him as a fish? And I understand that the ending is supposed to be a catharsis for him given how hectic his life turns in such a short span of time, but it’s still quite dark!

      This is the only critique I have.

      He didn’t know what else to call (it),(;) your

      Fantastic piece, Joseph! Absolutely loved it!

    5. Flora Longtail Avatar
      Flora Longtail

      A fun, yet subtly dark piece that never lingers for too long on any particular part of the tale you’re weaving, partly in the text itself, and partly through subtext.

      What I particularly like is that the ending can easily be taken either positively or negatively, whether from the catharsis of the author realizing that he is not, in fact, a fish; or from the equally valid point that our narrator loses his life in the process.

      Like others, I feel there is more at play here than the literal text, but I am also not the strongest at reading metaphors in other people’s work, so I’ll unfortunately have to forego my guessing.

    6. Inky Segno Avatar
      Inky Segno

      I have to say, this story is brilliant in it’s weird fishy way. I love how it starts off as something you would seemingly read in a children’s book where the character has magically become something completely different, but that turn at the end was beautifully dark. Amazing job on this!

    7. Lucas Nensel Avatar
      Lucas Nensel

      I am just guessing here, but I like the combination of media criticism, hence the “Mainstream” part of the Title, in combination with the Kafkaeque. It is a nice twist on the “Metamorphosis” of Kafka, even playing with its bitter end with everyone who knows the story. But even without having read the book, I can imagine that the end is quite suprising for most of the people. The arkwardness of the “Fish out of Water” wasnt just literal and didnt rely on shame as I think would be common for the trope. Which was very refreshing.

    8. Wow, I barely know what to say after reading this. The absurdity of it all – and the ending revelation really gives no answers. Why was he perceived as a fish? What’s really going on here? The questions of this story are better left unanswered. You’ve done a superb job of crafting a Kafkaesque world.

      Well done, thank you for sharing this with us.

  13. Captain
    By Sandeen (SouthernWolf)

    All Jeff saw were random lines on a chart. Colorful lines, he had to admit, but still, just lines. It wasn’t like there were a lot of lines either. Only three. One side had distance, the other pressure, the bottom was labeled load. The title had a lot of big words, one of which was “explosivity”.

    Why did they keep showing him these three lines.

    The Captain was off-ship for a vacation, and every other senior officer had recently retired or were off for leave as well. They were supposed to stay docked. They were supposed to, at most, be a holding cell for various items between transports. The head of security could easily handle that work load.

    They weren’t supposed to be given charge of transporting a few trillions worth of supplies to a corporation.

    The Admiral didn’t care. Or, the money he was about to make, meant he didn’t care.

    “Alright, why should I care about this graph? It’s going down, that should be a good thing.”

    The three from the engineering department looked at each other, then at the acting Captain. “Sir, you do know you signed for explosives to be transported, correct?”

    “Yeah?”

    “And that our AC went out ten hours ago?”

    “How about you tell me something I don’t know.”

    “According to that graph, when we reach 100 F, the explosives will initiate. And the temperatures and pressures they reach, we won’t be able to hold. And, if you read the report we sent 5 hours ago, we’ve got twenty hours to get things fixed, or deliver the supply, then we have problems.”

    Rubbing his cheek, all Jeff could think about was why John, the Captain, was gone, and why Wade, the head mechanic, had to also take a leave of absence this week. He couldn’t help wonder why he didn’t take leave, because he sure as hell should’ve.

    1. MysteryElement Avatar
      MysteryElement

      I really want to hit the recommended 50word review, but the only thing going through my head was “Oh… Oh dear… Oh no…” Well done.

    2. Joseph Kharms Avatar
      Joseph Kharms

      This story is a perfect example of why you shouldn’t be greedy. I liked this story, it felt humorous yet terrifying at the same time. And I really appreciate roller coasters of emotion so this story was right up my street.
      Also the last line is amazing. No further explanation needed.

      This was great! Well done.

    3. Lunabear Avatar
      Lunabear

      This is some really black comedy, Sandeen. it would appear that Jeff is not the only one outside of his element in dealing with these explosives. The Captain also seemed very much unawares and unaccustomed to doing his job as the leader. I feel like the Captain got hired on through nepotism. I hope that just makes it out alive. If he can’t find a solution, that is.

      These are the only critiques that I have.

      Why did they keep showing him these three lines. (?)

      How about you tell me something I don’t know(?)

      100 F (100°) 11th line break

      Overall, I’m really, really love this piece. Great job!

    4. Inky Segno Avatar
      Inky Segno

      While reading this, I just kept thinking “oh no, what’s going to go wrong next?” A bunch of problems piling up that are out of your expertise can definitely blow you out of water. This story definitely has a relatable side to it and I found myself saying “I feel this” out loud. I can only hope Jeff found a way out of this mess!

  14. Lari.B.Haven Avatar
    Lari.B.Haven

    The orange thief
    By Larissa (Laribhaven) with permission of Claire (Ligdaed world swap).

    Mira’s head spinned in confusion, she could see the faces of all the ship crew members looking at her puzzled. There were at least twenty men in the storage room, it wouldn’t be easy to escape, even in the best of the scenarios.

    “Captain! We found our little rat!” One of them screamed after she was cornered near the rum barrels.

    She held a defiant look, even if she was afraid she wouldn’t show them.

    “So you found our orange thief!” The strong male voice quickly navigated the crowd with an unnerving patience.

    “Yes it’s me!” Mira raised her voice trying to summon confidence.

    She clenched her fists and locked eyes with the man in front of her. The tall man looked amused with a smug in his face.

    “So you sneaked into my ship and thought you wouldn’t face any consequences?”

    “I don’t care what happens to me now! It’s high sea! I ain’t going back to dry land and I ain’t afraid of sharks!” She spoke with anger to hide her panicked heart pounding against her ribcage.

    The captain laughed saying:

    “She ain’t afraid of sharks guys!”

    Now the whole crew accompanied the laugh. He held one hand over his head.

    She swallowed, and closed her eyes shut on instinct.
    She waited for a punch, a slap or even the sweeping motion of a sword, but nothing happened.

    She then opened her eyes still in a state of despair, the tears she was holding, now cascaded off her face.

    “Oh sorry! Didn’t mean to scare you. Like you said there is no going back!” He extended one hand while holding his hat with the other. “Does the lass have a name?”

    “M-mira” she said in a weak voice.

    “I’m the Captain of this ship, it’s a pleasure to meet you, young lass!” He smiled. “Well Mira, if you want to earn that food, you have to work hard like everyone else. We are going to land soon, but until then…”

    He helped the girl stand on her feet and winked.

    “Welcome to the crew Mira!”

    1. Nice take on the prompt! I really like your writing, Lari. It’s always so expressive and full of dynamic emotion.

      I want to note a couple minor errors here, in case you find that valuable. A couple past-tense verbs here are actually irregular — I think “spinned” should be “spun.” I’ve seen “sneaked” a few times as well, but “snuck” is more common here. There also appears to be a run-on sentence in your first paragraph.

      Other than that, great work! I love Mira. It’s so charming that she’s a thief of something so mundane — though, of course, the vitamin C in oranges is priceless on the sea.

  15. MysteryElement Avatar
    MysteryElement

    How it Began(Submitted in Private Group)

    By MysteryElement

    A lone fisherman sat at the cliff’s edge, his line cast out into the unending expanse of sky and clouds. Some of the children called him either crazy or foolish, but there were still some of us old enough to remember his arrival. His ship had flown through the sky, clouds lapping at the hull like seafoam before he anchored at the cliff. He had disembarked, fishing pole and tackle in hand, before the ship faded away into misty wisps.

    Everyday since he sat on that cliff, casting out his line and reeling it back in a methodical repetitive rhythm. Everyone had asked why he came and what he was fishing for, but he only ever smiled. Eventually, almost everyone stopped asking. As far as I knew, I was the only one who still did.

    “Mornin’ Lionel. Catch anything today?”

    He turned to look at me and smiled, as always, before returning his eyes to the sky. I don’t know why I started calling him Lionel. The idea had come to me as suddenly as the notion to share my lunches with him, but he did not seem to mind. That particular morning as we sat together, my mind had been wandering when I noticed a tug on the line.

    I honestly thought I had imagined it before the line leapt forward, Lionel frantically pulling the line taught. I scrambled up from my seat and tried to help, holding onto him as I anchored my feet to the ground, but it was not enough. We were slowly being pulled to the cliff’s edge

    I could have let go, sure, but the thought didn’t even occur to me at the time. I held on with everything I had, refusing to let go as we were both pulled over the edge. When I opened my eyes again, I was on the deck of a ship. Lionel was grinning next to me, and flopping around us was a blue and silver fish with translucent scaled wings. That, my dear, is how Uncle Lionel and I began our great adventure.

    1. Flora Longtail Avatar
      Flora Longtail

      A nice, short piece about a strange man performing a strange ritual, day in, day out; a fish out of water, if you will. That is, until the narrator starts describing how Lionel pulls a fish out of the air – our second allusion to the theme – or rather, tries; and, with the help of the narrator, makes a valiant effort to do so.

      When we then see him awaken on the deck of a ship – now himself a fish out of water, we have our third; and with the fish caught, our fourth, each of them subtly and enjoyably different.

      All in all, a solid piece, and one that makes me curious to learn more about Lionel and the world he inhabits/comes from.

    2. The Man Himself Avatar
      The Man Himself

      Nice One! You manage to give us a good mystery and a reasonably satisfying conclusion despite the short word count limit. You manage to set up an intriguing premise as a basis we know to accept as the norm and then give us the sense of how big an event this norm being challenged is with the main character’s thoughts and descriptions of ‘Lionel.’ If I had one criticism it’d be that you could have stood to show a little more of Lionel’s character, though obviously that’s tricky when he has no lines and one action.

    3. Let the isekai begin.

      Just kidding. This submission was quirky and fun, if also mysterious. Too often mysteries like this take a darker turn, but the tone felt lighthearted throughout. It felt good to read.

      I like how there was a triple-dip into the prompt. Not only is Lionel a strange person who seems out of place, but he is a fisherman. If that wasn’t enough, when the fish is finally caught at the end, now the narrator is the newcomer, and Lionel is the one who is familiar.

  16. The Universe is Held Together with Duct Tape

    By Mike Collins (Lakemoron)

    “Ensign, we’re having a bit of a wobble to the left, check on the platform sensors.”

    “Commander, platform sensor 5 is down, but we can’t replace it while away from the pod.”

    The Commander sat up, “Okay, everyone, look alive. Someone is coming to talk.”

    Sam walked over to the water cooler to talk to the new recruit, “Say hey there… Jim, hows tricks?”

    An Ensign asked, “Commander, what does this mean… Tricks?”

    After an awkward second Jim said, “Hey there.”

    The Ensign smiled, “Commander, I don’t think he meant us to say, hey there.”

    Sam slapped Jim on the shoulder, “Don’t worry buddy, soon this place will feel like home.”

    Jim awkwardly smiled, “Yes, Sam human, this will have the tactile sensation of my human place of residence where I live with my human family.”

    The Commander shook his head, “Will someone checked the translator.”

    Sam slowly lost his smile and walked away, accidentally stepping on Jim’s foot.

    The Commander looked around at his team operating the Jim Unit, sent to collect intelligence on the earthing culture within something called a business.

    A lieutenant asked, “Commander, the Sam human attacked us. Should we retaliate?”

    “Negative Lieutenant, I think that was a sign of affection.”

    The Lieutenant shook its head, “Commander, this is a weird planet.”

    The Commander checked the board for any issues, “Ensign what’s going on with the left platform. It’s all red?”

    “Sir, the Sam human stepped on the left platform disconnecting the relays.”

    ___

    Nancy sat at her desk, trying not to stare at this strange new person. No one can remember hiring him. He just showed up one day. He seemed lost like a fish out of water, alien to even the basic social mores. As she sat there, not watching Jim, something caught her eye. A small yellow and green gecko-like creature came out of Jim’s back pocket and made its way to his left foot with what looked like a small roll of duct tape. The creature disappeared into Jim’s pant leg, a moment later, the sound of ripping duct tape.

    1. I love this. The contrast between the serious, stern commander and the super awkward conversation from Jim really highlights the crew’s unfamiliarity with human norms. I especially love the phrase “Sam human”, it got me laughing loudly. Maybe there were some minor grammatical errors, but the point still gets through just fine. Great job!

  17. Connor A. Avatar
    Connor A.

    “Haircut”
    By Connor A.

    Jason stared at his reflection in the mirror. The ends of his hair were jagged from the vampire’s fangs, and he became aware of just how foreign his own body looked to him.

    “We’ll start with your hair.” Amir appeared from around the corner with a cart of hair supplies and stopped at a chair. “It’s horrid and I can’t stand to look at it anymore.”

    Jason looked at himself one last time before turning around and met up with Amir. He managed to ask, “So… what should I know about these sorts of parties? Like, are there rules that I don’t know about?”

    “You really are a fish out of water,” Amir muttered as he gently pushed Jason into a chair, wrapped the barber cape around Jason, and assessed his hair. “Just don’t do anything that people will gossip about for the rest of the century. Now, how short do you want this hair?”

    Jason thought on how he looked in the mirror. “All of it.”

    “Jason, I’m not turning you into a bald eagle. How about Brendon Urie?”

    After getting a meek nod, Amir took a pair of barber’s shears and began cutting off the hair ends. “Avi said your hair choked a vampire to death. With curls like this, I can see how.” It was clear Jason was thinking about something else. “I find that knowing my best angle helps a lot.”

    “What?”

    “All of the outward tips for being perceived as a man won’t help your confidence— if anything it will make it worse if someone accidentally calls you a woman. Finding out which angle makes you look the most masculine isn’t a permanent fix, but it’s a start.” Amir put the shears away and pulled out a clipper. “Are you ready?”

    Jason looked at his reflection, then nodded with more determination than a moment ago. Amir grinned as he turned on the clipper and went to work. 

    1. Okay, is this a continuation/part of a larger story? I remember another submission that I thought had a trans character and a vampire, but I’m not sure.

      I find it really, REALLY interesting that Jason is more concerned with how he is perceived then the fact he was recently attached by a vampire and the vampire ended up taking/eating some of his hair. Well done.

      1. Connor A. Avatar
        Connor A.

        Thanks! You’re correct in your assumption. My submissions take place in the same world, so a lot of the same characters show up in different pieces. As for Jason’s worries, he worries about a lot of things—the vampire included—but it’s more like his appearance became the center thought in this moment, if that makes sense.

    2. Lunabear Avatar
      Lunabear

      Connor, why does Amir have to throw shade on my boy Jason? But seriously, this is incredibly sweet. It seems that Jason is still getting used to himself as he is now, which makes him a fish out of water and also, he isn’t used to parties. That makes him a double fish out of water. I love the dynamic, as per usual, and Amir brings a lot of snark and hilarity with him. You really feel the sense of camaraderie between these two. Quick question, though: why was a vampire trying to drink Jason’s blood through his hair? Or did I misread that? How was Jason able to choke the vampire with his hair? In any case, it’s a fantabulous story. Excellent job!

      1. Connor A. Avatar
        Connor A.

        Thanks! To quickly clarify, Jason was originally trying to run away and the vampire chomped down on his hair instead of his neck; it mistook the hair for sustenance, and the rest is history. As someone who chewed my hair before I found out the consequences, I can assure you that there is always a chance of choking on hair that gets bitten off. It was just taken to an extreme level for the vampire.

        Amir is really fun to write. He’s the personification of Oscar Wilde’s views on art, and I regret only properly debuting him now because he’s the perfect outlet for what I would otherwise hold back.

    3. LaribHaven Avatar
      LaribHaven

      I love this story, Connor! Also, Amir really roasted Jason with that comment about his curls! I really like the awkwardness and honesty of all though. Jason wants to be taken seriously as a man and this can be really difficult when your self-image doesn’t match your exterior image. Keep going with the good work!

      1. Connor A. Avatar
        Connor A.

        Thank you so much! Looking back on my other stories, I realized that only one character did anything resembling roasting, but that could be brushed off as him being pretty apathetic to a lot of things. Plus, this is Amir’s official debut, so I wanted to introduce what kind of person he was right off the bat.

        The confidence message I wrote in was also a reminder for myself since that’s been on my mind this entire month. I’ve been pretty apathetic about my body until recently, so I figured I should reassure myself that it’s gonna be okay.

  18. Inky Segno Avatar
    Inky Segno

    “Last Message”
    By Inky Segno

    “Hey mom, sorry I haven’t been able to return your calls, I’ve been working a lot and this is my first day off in a while. They’ve been running me ragged, y’know? 

    I’ve been listening to your voicemails though, it reminds me of when I was younger and you would fuss over me before I stepped out of the house. Honestly, I used to find it annoying when you would say “I love you” and “stay safe” even if I was just driving down the street to get us ice cream. But now, I miss that a lot.

    Mom, I…I’ve been thinking a lot. Not the best things. I know that good things come to those who wait, but it’s so difficult to try and make it day by day in the office. They’re always shouting and screaming and I just feel like I can’t breathe. Coming home and collapsing on my bed, only to repeat it once more, has become a normal cycle it seems. 

    When we’re kids we always say, “I can’t wait to grow up.” I think I regret saying that now. I would give anything to walk into the house and into the living room, just to give you a tight hug and talk about whatever comes to mind. Even if our conversations were short, at least there was someone else beside me. The silence and loneliness is unbelievably heavy.

    God, I don’t know. I’m trying so hard, but I don’t know how much longer I can continue acting like everything’s fine. I feel like a goldfish that was taken out of its water without a warning, and life is making it impossible for me to catch my breath. I have no idea what I’m doing anymore. 

    Oh, sorry, this message is getting a little long, you’re probably already asleep anyway. I’ll try to find some time to call you-”

     I could hear her voice breaking on the other line. Her tears were almost tangible despite us being miles apart. 

    “-and maybe visit again. I love you Mom, I love you so much. Goodnight.”

    1. I loved this story. Every emotional beat is spot on. I could really hear the voice of the narrator in my mind, as I was reading. It had a sense of sincerity about it, and I’m not just talking about what was said. The way the narrator speaks is filled with such poignancy, I almost cried in the end. Also, this story hits a lot of personal beats with me as well. Also, I think that the prompt works doubly well in this piece, as it can refer to the narrator in their job or them talking to their mother, something they don’t appear to be used to.

    2. Connor A. Avatar
      Connor A.

      Oh, the stresses of adult life and reminiscing about the past. It’s a great piece of realistic fiction, and one that hits hard now that I’m in the beginning part of adult life. It’s good to know this person is still close enough to her mom that she can appreciate what her mom did; not a lot of people can say that, unfortunately.

    3. Lunabear Avatar
      Lunabear

      There’s a beauty in this, Inky. It’s tragic poetry in the fact that her adult life is keeping her away from her mom. Not too many people have a close relationship with their mom, and this piece is fantastic in its own way. I love the depth in this one phone call and how the love pours out of it from both ends. It’s beautiful that the narrator and her mother are still so connected despite being so far away. Beautiful, beautiful take on the prompt, and amazing story.

    4. This feels quite heartfelt and personal. The touches of bringing up memories of their childhood is quite heartbreaking. A lot of writers wrote stories about beings in strange lands and such, but you’ve made something that’s very human and relatable to your readers. The end especially was heartbreaking, but hopeful. Amazing work.

  19. Daniel’s Confession
    By Alex Nightingale (aka Spectre)

    So, how does this work. Do you talk first or I? I’ve never done this before.

    I guess, I’ll just start with a name. Daniel. Daniel Armitage. I have a, I guess you could call her mother? And siblings, of sorts… My family is… Actually, that’s not relevant now. My family history is… long and messy and doesn’t matter. This isn’t about them.

    This is about me. And something I did.

    Have you heard of the Stainsholm Oilrig? ‘Stainsholm’. Funny name for an oilrig. Of course not. The entire thing was covered up. Hidden away. So… I…

    Gods, I’m bad at this.

    See, I wasn’t made for this. I was designed, bred, for war. Not the conventional battlefield, but something… else. I don’t like talking like this. I feel…

    No. Also not relevant.

    How do you usually start confessions? I, Daniel Armitage, of my own free will, of sound body and mind… No, that’s stupid.

    Forget what I said. Let me start again.

    Here’s what happened on the Stainsholm Oilrig. It burned. No, it incinerated. Along with everyone on it. The fire was like a monster, charging out from below, rising to the rig, and immolating everyone on the entire deityless rig. You know how, usually in a burning building, the smoke suffocates you, before the flame? Yeah, not here. We were hunting something… mystical. Dangerous. Menacing.

    But that’s not what this is about either. I am so bad at this. I mean, you’d think I was good at talking. The quote-unquote child of the Armitage Matron, I should have been blessed with a silver tongue. I guess, I didn’t pass my entry exam, when mommy dearest handed those out. I didn’t pass many exams.

    Stay on track, Daniel, damn it.

    I had a sister. Well, I had many, but Victoria was… different. She was kind, supportive and full of enthusiasm and empathy. And, unlike me, she passed every single exam. She was better than me, in every single way possible.

    Didn’t stop her from burning in the hellfire. And it’s my fault.

    1. Connor A. Avatar
      Connor A.

      I love the voice you gave Daniel in this piece. A lot of times a character who claims to be more experienced in fighting over talking only show that in occasional witty remarks, but you actually showed Daniel stumbling quite a bit in an attempt at explaining what happened at this oil rig. It’s a nice change of pace.

      1. Thanks, Connor! I’m glad that Daniel’s awkwardness came across. I was trying to show how uncomfortable he is, in this situation, since he really isn’t used to it.

    2. Lunabear Avatar
      Lunabear

      This is great, Alex! It’s really refreshing to see this kind of person from an actual angle of awkwardness. I like how he has this great prestige and lineage at his back, and yet, he feels he can’t/doesn’t live up to it. Not in every single way. That’s absolutely relatable. He is trying to live up to other people’s expectations in every single way simply because his family has a name or a crest or a status, but he isn’t used to talking about his feelings or himself all that much. You really captured a lot of his insecurities. This feels a lot like catharsis, more than it is a confession. Even though he gets sidetracked a lot of time, he still has the perseverance to push through and bring about the confession. The confession feels like one of those pre-recorded messages you find after everything has gone to hell explaining what happened beforehand. Now I’m wondering what happens after the confession. And I love that you give him more backstory. This is fantastic!

      This is the only critique I have.

      So, how does this work.(?) Paragraph 1

      This is a very excellent piece. Bravo!

      1. Thank you! Daniel is a new character I am trying out, with links to the Armitages (if you’re familiar with my previous submissions). If the text made you feel for, even understand, Daniel, then I can say that it did its job.

    3. PixieWings Avatar
      PixieWings

      The tone of this is great. Very conversational in that disjointed, awkward way trying to talk about something you’re still processing is. New here, so unfamiliar with your previous submissions, but I love how there are so many directions you could take branching off from this. The framing device is also great. It seems like the first couple of lines imply he’s speaking with someone important, or that this is a structured interview of some form-“Do you talk first or I?” It all works really well together.

      1. Thank you! I’m always glad to hear that people who haven’t read my previous submissions can still enjoy them. Also, welcome.

  20. Carolus V. Avatar
    Carolus V.

    The Fallen One
    By Carolus V.

    I was walking through a dormant quarter of the city. It was early morning. Things were still asleep here, though the sun was rising. A tense stillness had settled. A maze of tenements and workshops, wreathed in shadow, infested every labyrinthine avenue.

    Today, I was supposed to head out again. For the moment, though, I had time to kill. I could now incubate in the silence of dawning hours.

    I found him cross legged, leaning against a wall.

    He had folded wings with feathers black as soot and a head of long, red hair. His skin was deathly pale. His face was buried in his palm. In front of him lay an obsidian blade, stained crimson along its edge.

    I took a seat beside him, going cross legged too.

    After a while, he withdrew the hand from his face and turned to look at me. His eyes burned with a scarlet flame.

    “What do you want?”

    His voice was alarmingly soft.

    “I don’t know. To sate my curiosity, perhaps.”

    He frowned.

    “You know what I am, don’t you?”

    I paused.

    “You’re an angel, correct?”

    Silence then.

    “You’re half right.” He replied.

    “What do you mean?”

    His expressions grew grim.

    “I claim souls and cast them into the yawning dark. Angels would never dignify that task by doing it themselves. I’m a fallen spirit, deemed somehow unrighteous.”

    The silence resumed.

    “This is the last time I’ll ever use this blade.”

    “Meaning?”

    He gave a defeated smile. A tear of magma tricked down from the corner of his eye.

    “I’m joining them soon. Those I led out of the cycle of death and rebirth. When the sun touches me, I’ll be gone.”

    I sat beside him a little longer, waiting. Eventually, the sun came peeking over a roof, blinding me. It took my eyes a while to adjust. By the time they did he had disappeared.

    I sat stunned a second. Then I got up, heading back for my lodgings. A tear trickled out of the corner of my eye. It stung my cheek like fire.

    1. Okay, you described this man who sounds HORRIBLY interesting, and then take him away? Too cruel.

      I would really like to know if this character, who’s tears are magma, has a lot more to his story.

      One thing, I wish we would maybe get more movement from him – the flex of a wing, his feathers being ruffled by the wind, or the lack of movement being really stretched out. It sounds like this person would be a presence, but after the description we don’t get that feeling.

      1. Carolus V. Avatar
        Carolus V.

        I would love to try and flesh out the character as much as I possibly could. For now, the restrictions of the prompt tied my hands a bit, but I am definitely thinking of returning to develop them in future stories or in other sorts of writing. I’m glad you found my fallen angel interesting!

  21. Another Time
    by: Frei

    All Vaera could do was observe. The kingdom of Solied was experiencing the stirrings of a revolution, as she had seen was the case before in Lethran. If she were to intervene in one way or another, the course of nature would change, and her results would be spoiled. These things had particular motions: Exacting cries of dissent, a consuming flame, followed by the throes of death, from which the civilization would arise from the ashes, or the embers would sputter and go out with a whimper. She prayed for the latter.

    She had woken to a world that wasn’t made for her, birthed from a womb of icy stone that drank the life from her skin, and a smothering darkness that taught her to feel rather than perceive. Her first breath was a vicious hacking of ichor that had built in the lungs, as the stasis fluid that once encased her coalesced on her skin and her insides. She had escaped armageddon, her life paid for by the empire she lived, the people she’d known, the magic she had mastered, and the love of her life who sealed her underground in the first place. Her memory too, sans just enough for her to recognize the magnitude of what exactly she had lost.

    In a world where men strangled each other for control over land, Vaera was a blue-skinned fae of high elfin proportions. In another time she would have called these “kings” slaves. The word for it in her dead tongue throbbed through her mind, but she knew not the true significance. Her mindscape was a mist, impenetrable by any means this world understood; her memories were dark murky shapes cloaked in that cool gray, their shapes both terrifying and taunting her dreams and her curiosity.

    She took pity and disdain as she watched them fight. Her people had died…For this? For now, all she could do was observe and test, but soon she would make a pyre of this world of humans, in the name of her world, and her beloved whose name she would never know.

    1. Lunabear Avatar
      Lunabear

      This is tragic, Frei. Vaera being locked away only to awaken (presumably centuries later) to the knowledge that her people and her beloved had been eradicated by a new species whom thought far too highly of themselves is devastating, to say the very least. I love the premise of the story. that has me curious about what her abilities as Fae are. And if she chooses to go through with her plan of decimating the human race, then I could understand why. I don’t condone it, but I understand. I really love this take on the prompt because it is somber with an undercurrent of bitter malice. No critiques for this one. Great story!

    2. This is quite beautiful. The images the descriptions paint are quite vivid, portraying fantastical lands in a vast, wonderous world. Vaera also has quite the sympathetic motivations. Her tragic past affected her outlook so much that she yearns for destruction. However, I’m not sure if the shift is by design, as at the beginning of the story, she didn’t want to revolution to ignite, as that could bring about destruction, which conflicts with the end. Maybe I’m missing something? Overall, great job! This could be the start of an interesting fantasy novel!

      1. The shift did feel a little whiplash-y. I’ve made minor edits to make her intentions more clear. Thanks!

    3. The Man Himself Avatar
      The Man Himself

      Nice. this is an interesting take on the prompt. Only criticisms I’d have is that the apparent contrast between her “observing”, relatively emotionless role and her dramatic backstory and apparent new mission destroy mankind. You’re probably trying to fit a lot in to this though, which is more the word limit in action than anything else. Within the 350 limit though, going from “I mustn’t intervene” to”burn them all” is a little tricky to pull off naturally.

      1. Noted! I’ve made some tweaks to hopefully clarify my intent there. Thank you!

        1. The Man Himself Avatar
          The Man Himself

          No worries! Keep it up!

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