Writing Group: Here be Dragons

Careful now. This is no place for your kind.

I know, I’ve heard the whispers as well. Untold wealth, vistas never before spied. Who knows how much of it is true, but I can tell you this: go any further, and you may never return. This is your one chance to turn back, because…

This week’s writing group prompt is:

Here be Dragons

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Almost synonymous with “here be monsters”, the whole thing is an assumption. A blank space on an old map. An attractive rumor.

Attractive indeed.

There’s something about the promise of danger that provokes a human need to probe. If there’s danger, it’s to be bested. If there’s a place we cannot go, surely there’s some reward in finding a way to do it anyway.

We’re like this. It’s amazing, it’s terrible.

Mostly, it’s fraught with good story ideas.

So this week, instead of just writing a story with a dragon in it (although we do want that as well), I want to challenge you to feel out the spirit of the prompt. What is a dragon in this context? Something large, fierce, indomitable. What is it doing? Preventing.

Here be dragons. We don’t go here, because dragons.

This could be your alcoholic father’s bedroom; he could be your dragon. This could be an emotional space you’ve never toed in a relationship before; they might become your dragon. This could be a cave with a big, scaly, fire-breathing monster in it.

Just know, the important part isn’t the dragon. That’s the fun part.

The important part is where the dragon lives, and what that means to us.

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157 responses to “Writing Group: Here be Dragons”

  1. Jan Mejía Avatar
    Jan Mejía

    Our Lair
    By Jan Mejía

    John was my childhood friend. I woke up, and immediately went looking for him for hours of fun. He used to give me a ride around the city. The strong winds made my eyes teary.

    I had trouble sleeping, and when he came to my life, he cuddled me every night and told me stories… I couldn’t understand a word of what he was saying (he spoke a very weird language), but just his deep voice was enough to make me fall into deep slumber. You may be wondering why do I know his name. I don’t. But the day we met, I swear… I heard him say “my name is John”, so I kept calling him that way.

    He was a dragon. A massive, old, winged, fire breathing one. He just came into my window one night, like a cat. Reasonably, my parents were initially afraid of him. But they noticed I could finally sleep well, so they ended up loving him too.

    I recall his wisdom… Even though I can only see it now, I remember he tried to teach me about life in our simple games. Although we couldn’t directly communicate, every interaction was meaningful…

    It all happened one night.

    Woke up in midnight, and it was very cold. I closed my eyes again for at least an hour, but the coolness felt abnormal. Like a fever. As I attempted to move, I realized that I was stuck under John’s unresponsive body. I cried loud for help, and my parents came for me shortly after…

    John probably died that night, and I regret not looking back. My family never told me what happened or whatever they did with his body. We just moved.

    That was the last time I recall having trouble to sleep. But this recurring memories haunt me to this day.

    I want to go back to that dark room. Some remains of the past must still be there… I need to fill this fragmented memory. Some toy, a drawing, a photo, or maybe a letter… After all, that was our lair.

    1. Makokam Avatar
      Makokam

      This is an interesting story, but it leaves a lot unclear. Like, you say John was massive…but he came in the kid’s window? And that they went looking for him every morning, but it sounds like them sleeping together was a pretty regular thing? It also kinda feels like Dragons aren’t that big a deal, almost more of a nuisence, because the parents come across like the perspective character took in a stray cat. But then, it’s a dragon. What are they gonna do about it? Same thing with them flying around town. Seems like that would end up being a big deal.
      So, the actual story itself, that of a child and a dragon, and wanting to reclaim part of their nearly forgotten past is great. The world it takes place in is confusing.

      1. Jan Mejía Avatar
        Jan Mejía

        Thank you for the response! Regarding the sleeping together aspect, I pictured it like a parent who wakes up a lot earlier than the kid, so when the boy wakes up, he has to look for him.

        This is like a child fantasy, or a spiritual event. Maybe a different interpretation on another memory. A kid worries about his parents, but not necessarily the townsfolk.

    2. Calliope Rannis Avatar
      Calliope Rannis

      Awwww, this was a very sweet and sad tale. It seems like that the old dragon basically came to that house to live out their final days in peace, and the protagonist and dragon managed to have a lovely little time together before eventually it having to end.

      I have a couple nitpicks: Firstly, ‘I can only see it *know*’ should instead be ‘now’, and ‘teach me about life in simple our games. ‘ – I don’t know what ‘our’ is meant to be, I assume this is the result of another misspelling.

      Other than those, I enjoyed this story. The scene of the dragon’s death was sad and in some ways disturbing, but not a horrific moment either. Just a jarring moment of tragedy in a child’s life.
      Very good work, well done! 🙂

      1. Jan Mejía Avatar
        Jan Mejía

        Thank you very much! I don’t k n o w how I missed that error! And yes, it was supposed to be “in our simple games”.

    3. Lunabear Avatar
      Lunabear

      Jan Mejía, this is a very sad first entry. The childlike wonder is great, and you can tell that the child has a lot of love for the old dragon. It’s quite sad when the dragon does die, and I could only imagine how horrific of an experience that must have been for the child. A sweet, somber take on the prompt.

  2. Cansas Smith Avatar
    Cansas Smith

    A Gardener A Rodent And A Ragged Pirate
    By CansasDale

    “I don’t think I can do this, Stranger!” Jonathan cried.

    “Course you can, laddie!” The ragged pirate hollered over the howling wind.

    A wooden plank suddenly flew off the deck and nearly hit Jonathan.

    Stranger chuckled. “Just don’t get knocked out by one of those.”

    “Oh god!” Jonathan leaned over the side of the flying ship and emptied his stomach.

    “Atta boy. Just let it out.” Stranger called from the wheel.

    Jonathan collapsed and leaned against the ship.

    “I can’t do this! I want to go home!” he wailed.

    Stranger sighed. “Bloody hell. Whipper, Ticker, take the wheel! And remind me to kill that boy if we survive.”

    The Chiipa’s heads popped out of a near by barrel and two chinchilla-like bodies scurried across the deck. They sat on opposite sides of the wheel and used their connected tail to stop the wheel from spinning. They grasped the handles with tiny paws keeping the airborne ship on track.

    Stranger’s long brown hair whipped his face as he staggered over to the boy.

    “I never should’ve come. I’m a gardener, not a sailor or warrior!” Jonathan sobbed.

    Stranger knelt in front of him. “Pull yourself together, lad! It don’t matter whether or not you should’ve come. It don’t matter if you’re a gardener or a wee rodent.” Stranger gestured to Whipper and Ticker. “You, a gardener are trapped on a flying ship during the mother of all storms. What matters is what you do now.”

    “So, are you gonna see this mission through, die tryin’, or scurry off and become one with the fishes?”

    Stranger clambered to his feet and wobbled back to the wheel, leaving Jonathan to think.

    If Eileen and Joely discovered he had run away with the fish…. His sisters would probably build a statue titled “The Spineless Salmon” and write ballads about “The Junkless Jellyfish.”

    Deciding he couldn’t let that happen, Jonathan stood up and joined Stranger at the wheel.

    Stranger smiled and squeezed Jonathan’s shoulder when he came up beside him. Whipper and Ticker chirped at him from inside Stranger’s coat.

    1. Lunabear Avatar
      Lunabear

      Cansas, this is too darling. An adventure for the ages. I think the dragon here could be either the storm or Johnathan’s fear. There’s quite a bit of world-building as well as character development. I really love how the pirate is referred to simply as Stranger. I also really love Whipper and Ticker; such descriptive cuteness! It’s great that Jonathan finally conquered he’s fear in the end. Would definitely love to see more from this crew and this world. Great story!

  3. TheAssassin Avatar
    TheAssassin

    The Singing Dead
    By TheAssassin

    “Draw not their ire, speak not their names, seek not their nest, lest you wish to burn in scorching fire. Lest you wish death come to us all.” Words of wisdom spoken then, ignored as mere legends now. Men grew complacent, withdrew from old covenants and broke ancient oaths, and now their elder foes haunt them again. They fell not into their doom, but fostered it. Such is man’s way, for left alone he follows not goodness, but embraces darkness.

    Here, upon mountain’s cliff does the final alliance wait. Warring kings together now for the final fight of men. Their knights armored in gleaming silver, their spears raised with faces proud, and in their mouths are spoken prayers of hope avowed. The sun in distant horizon sinks, the clouds growing dark with dread. Light at last them left, plunging man into his final night.

    And in that somber darkness, the armies did not waver. Victory would not to them come, yet they smiled all the same. For here on the mountain, awaiting their foes of yore, they won the greatest battle, conquered the mightiest foe. They rose above their fears, set aside their senseless squabbles and united together against the edge of immolation.

    Unity at last. Such was victory enough.

    Their tears would not fall on forgotten winds, for no tears to them came. Instead these winds would carry songs and cheer. All men die, but in this death there would be peace. Peace of unity and fellowship. Brothers united to the end.

    And so they sang as the sky cracked, they sang as majestic winged beasts rose above the horizon. Dragons. Their plate shone of crimson and their eyes fumed with rage. Streams of fire scorched the skies.

    Cinder cometh.

    Though an ashen end it may be, these men sang and cheered. Their smiles glowed as they found eternal rest. Not one of torment, but of peace. Even as they burned their smiles remained strong.

    Death finds us all, but happiness finds few. Unite together, rejoice together, for such a death is worth a thousand lives lived in sorrow.

    1. Lunabear Avatar
      Lunabear

      Another loquacious, beautiful piece, Assassin. I love the dragon in this scenario. Such beauty, and that last line especially give me shivers.

  4. Calliope Rannis Avatar
    Calliope Rannis

    A Very Special Date (Corespace Universe)
    By Calliope Rannis

    “Nearly there!” the golden-haired woman trilled, leading Clay by the hand to a clearing in the simulated wilderness.

    “Freya, you know I’m ah, not a massive fan of long walks in the wild areas right?” Clay’s digital feet stumbled on the digital ground. “I was hoping we could stay home and watch a movie…”

    “Nope!” Freya said cheerily. “This is our 1000th date together Clay. I want to make it a special one!”

    “You- you kept count??”

    She turned and gave him a sunny smile. “Of course I did! It’s not like it’s hard for me, really. And it matters!” She continued, as they walked towards a large stone outcrop at the centre of the clearing. “You’re only the 32nd of my human relationships to last this long. That’s really something special. YOU are special, Clay.” Her cheeks went a little pink. “So I wanted this date to match.”

    “Aww, Freya…” he blushed too, though much less subtly. He looked at the stone, marked only with a strange abstract drawing of a tree. “Why here, though?”

    Freya smiled again. “Because here’s the gateway to a special place. Humans can’t come in, normally. Honestly, they can’t really DO anything much there anyway.” She looked deeply into his eyes. “But I want you to see it. You ready?”

    Clay looked at the stone before him, and back to her shining face. He nodded, uncertain but trusting. Freya’s hand tightened on his, and she stepped into the stone, pulling him in with her.

    Clay awoke under a sapphire sky, standing in an endless field of emerald grass almost as tall as him. “….Freya? Freya!? Where are-”

    A great gust of wind from behind almost blew the grass flat, as something huge beyond belief flew directly over him. A creature larger than any megatower Clay had ever seen, with shining silver scales, wings the size of capital starships, and what looked like miles upon miles of beautiful golden hair flowing from their spine. As they landed, he stared into brilliant blue eyes the size of lakes, and realized that Freya hadn’t left at all.

    1. Lunabear Avatar
      Lunabear

      Awwww, Calliope! This is so incredibly precious! Freya trusts Clay so much, and it is so beautiful! I adore this! It’s so vivid and adorable! A simple thing like a date turns into a trusting, amazing adventure and discovery! I honestly hope that this relationship lasts between them because of how sweet and caring they are. It’s so heartwarming! Brava!

      1. Calliope Rannis Avatar
        Calliope Rannis

        Awww thank you! <3 And it has lasted for 1000 dates already, so that's a good sign for them! :3 I'm very happy you love it so much!

    2. Jan Mejía Avatar
      Jan Mejía

      I’m positively intrigued by the setting of this story. What is this simulated world? The implications of Clay being his 32nd human relationship to last that long means that she has lived a lot, and does that have to do with her being a dragon? The soft worldbuilding of this short scene really makes you feel you have lived in that world for a while.

      1. Calliope Rannis Avatar
        Calliope Rannis

        In truth, Freya is not truly a dragon, though that is closer to the true majesty of her being than her humanoid image can reveal. Freya is actually a Planet-Class AI, effectively a gigantic machine installed into and running the entirety of a Core World (or city planet, if you prefer).

        Unlike the humans she is responsible for, she can live for a great many thousands of years, and since her influence and raw processing power is extended across an entire planet, Freya is usually dating or otherwise in a relationship with lots of dfferent people at once. So it’s both a case of having lived a very long time *and* having a lot of relationships at any one time during said long history! 😛

  5. Tyler Desperado Avatar
    Tyler Desperado

    Caught In The Act.
    By. CosmicDesperado30

    I rappelled down, confident that Handshake had knocked out the security measures, dropping to the pearlescent floor. Didn’t get vaporized on the spot. Perfect. Before my ocular implants could switch to their nightvision setting, lights flashed on, and I was assaulted by the most disgustingly decadent penthouse ever. Tall pillars that looked imported from Rome. Floors and walls that were either covered in gold or ornate rugs and portraits. Actual fabric and gold, the stuff you could actually touch.

    I heard his condescending clapping first. Then I saw his punchable face. Ryuji Midas, sitting at his holotable – drinking in his exploitation of the people in the undercity no doubt, wearing his perfect silk suit and tie, and looking at me with the kind of disdain someone saves for an unwanted housefly.

    “Look at you, getting this far.” Ryuji sneered. “Sorry, but the vault is closed to guttertrash. Maybe if you stayed in your place, you could have-”

    I pulled out my smig and fired off several bursts, my augmented arm compensating for the kickback and sway. I saw several quick flashes in front of Ryuji’s face, then heard several small things drop on the table like needles on an alley corner. He laughed and stood up.

    “To the point. I respect that in vermin.” He made his way slowly towards me, keeping his posture.

    With a thought, I opened my comms channel and tried reaching out to my team. I got nothing but static and garbled nonsense from visual and text feeds. I felt the bottom fall out of my stomach.

    “Cockroach motel.” Ryuji licked his lips as he pointed a finger gun at me. “They check in…but they don’t check out.” Then he pulled the trigger.

    I saw the gold pull itself out from around the penthouse, like a tag spray happening in reverse. The glittering cloud floated between me and Ryuji for what felt like forever. Then it flew at me like a killer swarm.

    I dove behind a pillar and tried to call my team.

    Nothing.

    I was alone.

    1. Lunabear Avatar
      Lunabear

      Tyler, I love that this is a sci-fi, action-type story. It unabashedly shows a love for the genre, and Ryuji is deliciously evil and a bit over the top. But it’s not too cheesy. There’s weight and suspense. I’m terribly intrigued by what came before and what comes after. And that cliffhanger is very cool and intense. I also really love the details of the weapons. Most excellent.

    2. I love the action of this piece. From the rappeling to the cocky villain, this feels like a scene straight out of a movie. I love it! You’ve also described the setting and Ryuji in vivid detail, the extravagance is really evident. The only issue I had while reading was that it took me a while to get “saw the gold pull itself out”, though that’s probably just me being stupid. Also, I’ve never heard of the term smig. Did you mean like an SMG? Overall, this is a well-written piece and, with a cliffhanger like that, I’d definitely love a follow-up. Great job!

  6. Dragon-Hunting
    By NocteVesania (Public Group Repost)

    “We’re here.” A crewman, peering through a crack, motions to Belle. “I count six deckhands.”

    Upon hearing this, another crewman looks up, his eyes sparkling with relief and a grin on his face. “FINA-”

    Belle instantly smacks him on the back of his head. He looks at her with sad puppy eyes, only to be met with her piercing glare. She then looks to the other two, hunched over in the cramped space of the wooden box.

    “Remember,” Belle whispers, her usual stern tone still apparent, “no one moves a muscle until I say so.”

    The men look at each other and collectively sigh. They lie on their sides, arms wrapped around each other. During the briefing, Zeke told them this was the best way to keep the crew from moving during transport. He insisted that this was purely utilitarian, but Belle’s snicker says otherwise.

    “A biggun’, eh,” a gruff voice from outside remarks, “c’mere and help me, ya’ gits.”

    With grunts and heaves, the box is carried away. After a while, the box is lowered again. Belle watches the men as they walk away, tired from their ordeal. Once the coast is clear, she slowly lifts the lid and steps out of that prison. The rest of the group tries to follow suit, but end up struggling. Belle sighs and kicks the box over, tipping it to its side. Its occupants unceremoniously fall out with a thud.

    Belle turns to find her prize. Before her, the massive hulk of wood, brass, and steel rests on scaffolding like a dragon deep in slumber. Colossal engines sitting at the deck’s tail end and cannons peeking through gun ports, Belle can only stare in awe at the monstrosity. A wooden frame encases the balloon, steel-tipped to a point at its front end. On its hull, painted in scarlet, is the word “TIAMAT”. Belle approaches the behemoth and caresses its hull, the smooth finish unlike any she had seen before. She turns to her crew, a smirk on her face.

    “Men, we’re taking her home.”

    1. Ouroboros Avatar
      Ouroboros

      This was an interesting take on the prompt. When reading this I imagine a ragtag crew of rogues, or maybe air pirates would be a better term, on a tense heist. I think that the author effectively captures a steampunk world without the use of heavy exposition, which is very well done in a <350 words short story. I also enjoyed how the ship was named Tiamat, I had to look it up but thought this was a great nod to the prompt. Good job!

  7. Preserves Roses Avatar
    Preserves Roses

    In Unexpected Places
    by: Preserves Roses

    Lucy really had been enjoying the party. Beer in hand chatting with some friends, a few guitars, jamming in the next room. That is until John had shown up, He had been hitting on her on and off for the last hour. Every time she gave him a firm no, he would come back with a new line, from google, or some pick up artist book.

    “I can’t help but notice that wonderfully detailed tattoo on your arm is it new?” John asked, making sure to accidentally brush his arm up against hers.

    The tattoo was in fact new, it was of a an elegant dragon, across her upper arm, wings spread and breathing fire. Lucy felt a hot anger rising up her neck. She stepped away, as the touch of his skin and the sleazy tone of his voice really made her want to strike out at him somehow.

    A clipped “Yes,” was the only answer Lucy gave as she looked away.

    John leaned in again, he didn’t touch her, but she could feel his breathe against her ear.

    “ A fire breathing dragon, that must mean there is a princess in distress. My lady let me be your knight in shining armor. I will rescue you from this dangerous beast.” He paused then dropped his voice to sound more husky and suggestive, “Then once I take you away you can show me your gratitude in many different ways.”

    Lucy felt her blood start to boil, she whipped her head around and bared her teeth at him.

    “ Oh I’m not a princess I am the dragon,” She purred dangerously.” What’s a silly little knight compared to the size and strength of a dragon? Not much more than a snack really. They even come all wrapped up in their own little ovens, perfect for barbecuing!”

    John stared at her, his mouth opened and closed a time or two, but no sound came out. He slowly stepped away from her, his eyes a little wide. Lucy smiled feeling pleased, she headed towards the kitchen in search of another beer.

    1. Lunabear Avatar
      Lunabear

      Go, Lucy! John is such a sleaze. I know a John exactly like this, except worst. I definitely wanted Lucy to eat him by the end of the story. You’ve got some grammatical and punctuation issues in your story, however. Perhaps getting someone to proofread beforehand. It’s still a great story and an awesome first entry, Roses. Way to go!

    2. Oh, wow. Just imagining the dude makes me want to punch him in the face. That hatred makes Lucy’s response that much more satisfying. I love this! You’ve really driven home how annoying John is and how Lucy felt about him. There are a few grammatical errors in the text, but they’re pretty minor. The thoughts flow nicely and convey everything well. Overall, great job!

  8. Skye Doust Avatar
    Skye Doust

    Twice Burned
    by Skye Doust

    9 August, 03h47:

    The dragon roared as it took to the skies.

    ***

    9 August, 11h01:

    The pain was a constant reminder of how close he had come to dying, but even three days later it was the itching that bothered him the most. He had been pulled clear of the ditch by the force of the dragon, sucked up into the air as the city around him burned.

    Still, he was not the ghost his own mother has assumed he was when he had returned home the previous day. His wife was relieved to see him, and despite his wounds, he had pushed on through to his work.

    “You’re crazy,” the man in front of him said, sitting at his desk.

    Yamaguchi gritted his teeth, but honestly he couldn’t blame this man. He just didn’t know how else to explain it. If he had listened to one of his men talk about a dragon destroying a city in what felt like seconds, he wouldn’t have believed them either.

    But he was an engineer. And a practical man. Maybe dragons hadn’t been real before, but they were now. Humans had given life to them, and Yamaguchi knew what he had seen; the shadow that jetted across the heavens, the great flash in the sky like, the little boy that was solely responsible for the devastation that followed.

    “One was all it took,” Tsutomu Yamaguchi said, “and the river flowed as a raft of corpses.”

    “That is impossible,” came the reply, even as Yamaguchi’s attention was drawn to the window out onto Nagasaki, like the lightning of a huge magnesium flare. He threw himself to the ground and closed his eyes.

    ***

    9 August, 11h02:

    The Fat Man atomic bomb detonated, killing an estimated 35,000–40,000 people in the initial blast. 60,000–80,000 would die from the lingering effects.

    1. Lunabear Avatar
      Lunabear

      If I’m reading this correctly, then the dragon was a bomb. More specifically, the atom bomb that dropped over Nagasaki. If that’s the case, then oh goodness! This is incredibly heartbreaking, Skye. Honestly not much more I can say beyond that, as the horror pretty much speaks for itself. You forgot to put (by author) and the title of the piece. Nice story, though.

      1. Skye Doust Avatar
        Skye Doust

        Thank you for reminding me about that thing I forgot… It completely blew over my radar.

        Yeah, the dragons were the bombs. Little Boy that was detonated over Hiroshima that Yamaguchi survived, and then the Fat Man over Nagasaki that he actually also survived.

        This was my first take at Historical fiction, and I think my attempts at this were held back a lot by my hesitation to accidentally offend anyone. I struggled a lot to give Yamaguchi a speaking role here because even if it has been 75 years since the events, I didn’t want to force words onto him that he didn’t say.

    2. I just read the story and I must say, it is amazing. Likening nuclear weapons to dragons is incredibly apt and well done. I honestly did not see it coming. While reading this, I thought this would be an urban fantasy tale. You really pulled that rug away greatly. I loved this story and fear of it. You pulled real terror from history and turned it into a monstrous creature. Great piece!

      1. Skye Doust Avatar
        Skye Doust

        Thought history, so many cultures have independently created the idea of dragons. They are such an interesting concept, and I must say that I’ve always loved them, even before How To Train Your Dragon. I think my love of them came from my mothers love of them because of the Dragon Riders of Pern series.

        Still, there have been theories about why so many cultures came up with Dragons. One of the theories was that the dragon could be a mesh of all the deadly things that you could use to scare your children with cautionary tales while educating about how to survive different animal attacks.

        The fear of humanity was the Dragon. I appreciate that you found it apt that I used the symbology here as well, it means I did kind of get the effect I was h hoping to achieve. Thank you

    3. Jan Mejía Avatar
      Jan Mejía

      This is really good. As you said in other comment, the allegory of dragons being what we fear, a truly beautiful concept. I must say, the world is a dangerous place even if the literal definition of dragons is not real.

  9. Matthew Avatar
    Matthew

    Corn Flakes
    by Matthew (Handsome Johanson)

    “Hey Ollie?” Rebecca calls out.

    His voice rings out from the other room. “Yeah?”

    Ollie sets down the box of Rebecca’s stuff that he was unpacking and walks towards Rebecca’s voice in the hallway.

    “Need some help?” he asks, flashing her a smile.

    “Oh, I was just wondering what was in this closet?” Rebecca gestures to the white door with the phrase “KEEP OUT. MONSTERS/DEMONS INSIDE.” written on it.

    Ollie’s eyes suddenly grow wider. “Oh! I forgot about this room!” He quickly stands between her and the door.

    “Uhhh. It’s just dangerous cult stuff.” He says, a bit embarrassed. “You wouldn’t want to get entangled with that.”

    “Aw Come on!” Rebecca frowns. “It can’t be THAT dangerous can it?”

    Ollie sighs. “Ok. Are you absolutely sure you want to see what’s inside?”

    Rebecca nods quickly, then remembers her manners and puts on a serious face. “Only if you are OK with it, dear.”

    “Haha I can see that look in your eye.” He says. “I’ll show you what’s inside, but remember, you asked for this!” Ollie turns around and slowly opens the door.

    Rebecca watches until Ollie opens the door and reveals…

    A fairly large closet with some shelving units for storage and a freezer in the back.

    Ollie gestures with his hand for her to come inside, and Rebecca heads in to inspect the storage shelves.

    “What’s so demonic about…” she rummages through a box. “Cypress mulch?”

    “Well…. The demon bit was kinda an exaggeration.” Ollie removes the cover on the tank behind him. “Now, don’t get scared. I would like you to meet: Corn Flakes, my albino Burmese python.”

    Rebecca’s eyes widen as she gazes at the fifteen foot long, yellow and white beast.

    “BABY!” She rushes to the window and starts making kissing noises at the curious gentle giant.

    “Why were you afraid of showing me this cutie?” Rebecca asked.

    Ollie rubs his neck a little. “I really didn’t want to accidentally scare you off.”

    “Honey, you could never scare me off.” she says. “I guess you are stuck with me forever!”

    1. I like where this was going, although I noted that a full 140 words of the story were devoted to “Don’t go in there…” It seems as if you were letting that section run a bit long. It’s certainly not over the line in a novel, but with 350 words… It just seemed like you were spending a fair amount of time getting lost on a circular argument. Making the reveal at the end almost anti-climatic. With the emphasis on the almost part.

    2. Skye Doust Avatar
      Skye Doust

      This story has such a wholesome naivety to it. I do not mean that in a bad way, and I hope that comes through. There’s an innocence to these two that is pure and childlike, and I can’t help but smile at their interactions.

      Just my own personal take on it, I guess, but maybe worth noting.

    3. Cansas Smith Avatar
      Cansas Smith

      For some reason (cause of my brain, not your writing) I though it was going to be a man-cave of sorts, where Ollie hides a bunch of corn flakes. XD

      I like your approach much more then my weird brain things. It was very sweet and the relationship between Ollie and Rebecca was adorable. Rebecca running towards the python was a fun little twist, since most girls are terrified by them. (I’m with Rebecca. I love snakes!) You really did amazing and this story was such a lovely take on the prompt.

      P.S I absolutely love that you named the python Corn Flakes.

    4. Tyler Desperado Avatar
      Tyler Desperado

      Here be dragons….AND THEY’RE ADOWABUUU. YES THEY AW. YES TEH AWWWW!!

      Seriously, I loved the build-up here. I didn’t know how exactly dragons were going to factor in, and I was pleasantly surprised. Now I desperately want a sitcom that’s just this couple raising Corn Flakes, maybe include a prequel story about how Corn Flakes got into Ollie’s possession. It’s fun!

      Though now I’m curious if Cypress Mulch can bring back the dead.

      Maybe an idea for another time.

    5. Makokam Avatar
      Makokam

      I kinda want the last line of this story to be “Wait- What do you mean you ‘forgot’ about this room!? When did you last feed her?!”

      Other than that…and maybe the sign reading “Here Be Dragons”, it was a very cute and fun story.

      Kind of dissapointed it wasn’t a cute and fun story that actually involved cult stuff. (“And this is my sacrafical alter…”)

      Is the mulch for the snake, or mice he keeps for the snake?

      Anyway, fun story, and I’m not sure why “Corn Flakes” is such an amazingly appropriate name for an albino snake…

  10. PixieWings Avatar
    PixieWings

    Dragons Breath Diner
    By PixieWings

    “Dragons Breath Diner” flashed the neon tubes of the restaurant’s sign, and underneath it spelled out in individual plaque letters, “Here Be Dragons.”

    Efa didn’t have the luxury of being annoyed. Her air conditioner had started belching hot air at the last truck stop and the sun setting did surprisingly little to help. She had to get out of the heat, before her human form popped under the oppressive weight of the humidity.

    She missed the days of mist and cool rain, when the unknown was home and her wings could take her anywhere.

    The tingle of bells and a puff of blessedly cool air greeted Efa at the door. She shut her eyes, drinking in the relief. She opened them to find herself being stared at.

    The elderly woman in the corner made no secret of watching her over the rim of her coffee cup. The waitress waved a greeting.

    Efa scurried across the linoleum to the bar.

    What a strange place the world had become, where human scrutiny made her nervous.

    “Cheers! Don’t get too many visitors out here this late.” The waitress chirped, surprising Efa with her English accent. “What can I get you?”

    “Water, please.” The smell of fried potatoes and sausage. “Maybe a menu?”

    The glass appeared first. Efa drank half of it in one gulp. It helped.

    Somewhere in the distance, there was a warning rumble. Thunder? She groaned. Hot rain. Awful.

    A metallic crash shook the windows. Efa startled and for an instant, her magic fell. Her claws scraped the counter.

    This was the end, she was sure.

    “Christ sakes girl, you scared us half to death!” The old woman barked, lighting a cigarette off the shower of sparks it caused. “Making us think you were human!”

    “No ashes on my clean floor please, Julianne.” The waitress plopped the menu down, hovering off the floor with the delicate membrane wings at her shoulders. “That’d be Jake scaring the foxes away from his chickens. His roar sounds dead like a car crash.”

    Efa stared at her dumbly.

    “Didn’t you see the sign, love?”

    1. Lunabear Avatar
      Lunabear

      Pixie, this is too darling! Hiding in plain sight. Poor Efa. I’m really glad this worked out for her. And the ladies seem quite nice. I would definitely love to get lost in this world. Wonderrful piece!

      1. PixieWings Avatar
        PixieWings

        Thanks Luna! I’m really glad the world was enjoyable. This was definitely one I waffled about for a while.

    2. Skye Doust Avatar
      Skye Doust

      Is it weird that I want to live in this world?

      I am a fan of your writing style here, it feels very natural and well practiced.

      I did get a little lost just before she let the human form drop, could be just my problem, but maybe if there was a way to grab the reader’s attention more strongly with the metallic crash? Maybe it was because it came so soon after the thunder I conflated the two sounds.

      Lovely story still, thank you.

      1. PixieWings Avatar
        PixieWings

        Oh gosh, I’m delighted you think so! I try my best with making all my story worlds feel immersive and tangible.

        I definitely agree that the roar is the weakest part of this story. I fiddled around with the word choice/what would break Efa’s transformation for a while, and I def didn’t find the balance there.

        Thanks for the kind words and critique!

    3. Preserves Roses Avatar
      Preserves Roses

      I really enjoy how at first everyone is nervous about each other. Then after the reveal, the 2 women, are welcoming, giving Efa a sense of finding somewhere to belong. The flip of her being annoyed at the sign at first, then showing that the sign was a hint was also a very nice touch.

      1. PixieWings Avatar
        PixieWings

        Thanks! Glad you enjoyed. I’m really glad you got a sense of belonging out of this piece. That was a huge theme I was going for with it.

  11. Here be Dragons
    By Chengir

    Vercingetorix looked down at the comely maiden in his cave. She was, from a human perspective, rather attractive he supposed. He spread is enormous wings. “Excuse me if I have appearance issues. We all have issues,” he ranted.

    The girl shuttered. “But you’re a dragon…”

    “Perceptive of you,” the dragon snorted. “Although I expect the scales gave me away.”

    “You’re evil,” she whimpered.

    “Oh, please, those are myths.” He shook his long, tooth-filled snout. A wisp of smoke rose from his nostrils which smelled like a barbeque. “Alright, so I’ve been known to eat a few cows. Let’s be honest, how is this worse than what the farmers do?” He gazed down at her with his golden-yellow eyes. “At least I don’t strip the carcass and wear the animal’s skin. Disgusting habit you humans have.”

    She dried her tears with her hands, trying to hide her fine leather boots. “I suppose it’s one way to look at it.”

    “It’s the only way,” he protested. “I’m supposed to be the monster, but your own village sent you up here. Fully expecting me to… well, it’s best not to dwell on such things. Now they’re off renting helpless saps, sending them up here to rescue you. How sadistic.”

    “I’d imagine so.”

    The dragon’s tongue came out and licked his lips with a slurp. “But they don’t quit there, oh no. They keep sending them up here. Despite the unmeasurably small survival rate. All in the hopes that if they keep throwing them my way, one of them will successfully vanquish me. Now I ask you, is this any way to display leadership?”

    “Well, I…”

    “Of course it isn’t.”

    She looked hopeful; her eyes glittered. “So, are you going to use my body in ungentlemanly ways?” she asked.

    “Of course not,” he gasped. “What kind of monster do you think I am?”

    “Then what?”

    “I was hoping I could get you to scratch my back.” He leaned over. “There’s a spot next to my wings I annoyingly can’t reach.”

    “No problem,” she smiled displaying her vampire fangs.

    1. Lunabear Avatar
      Lunabear

      This is a fun story, Chengir. I do like the subversions here. The dragon isn’t evil or monstrous, and the girl is a vampire, which allows her to survive the harsh conditions.

      Critiques:

      The girl shuttered (shuddered)

      A wisp of smoke rose from his nostrils(,) which smelled like a barbeque.

      The little touches of humor are great, and the dragon is pompous in a fun way. Nice story.

    2. Skye Doust Avatar
      Skye Doust

      I do have a few questions about your ending, if you don’t mind answering them for me?

      Why did you want the maiden to be a vampire? Is she antagonistic and about to attack now that the dragon has lower his guard and almost literally given her his neck? Is she smiling now because she’s immortal and has finally found a friend, someone she can connect to and someone she has something in common with?

      I really like the idea of this, and your dragon has a lovely way of speaking.

      1. Horror isn’t always about who is the monster. It’s often more about who we think is the monster and why. The smile… well, that’s the maiden’s secret and I won’t want to give that away.

        Some people write to answer everyone’s questions by the conclusion. But for me, if you walk away thinking… then I’ve done my job. A story you forget after reading is merely text on a page. A story that makes you think… that stays with you.

    3. Jan Mejía Avatar
      Jan Mejía

      I really enjoyed this interaction. As other comments pointed out, the dragon’s dialogue feels interesting and quite wise. I didn’t understand why was the girl a vampire, but I think that’s on me. The contrast of a dragon trying to survive and depicting the humans as abusers of their environment may be a common theme, but this was conveyed in a simple and fun way. Also, It was a nice read.

      1. As the dragon points out, the village has continually tried to kill him… maybe this time they stumbled on a plan that will succeed.

  12. JosieDearly Avatar
    JosieDearly

    Reconcile
    By JosieDearly

    This is a bad idea, Luce thought.

    She paced around her room, glancing at her phone’s clock, then her laptop’s clock, then her wall clock. Each reported about the same: ten minutes before she has to get ready to go.

    But should she go? Was it worth it? She desperately wished that time would slow down. She wished she had more time to think about this, think about what she was getting herself into. Was it worth getting into?

    She stopped in her spiralling tracks, checking her phone and reading her most recent text again, as if she expected to see something new, perhaps a recall of the invitation or a delay of the appointment.

    No. She hasn’t sent any follow up. It’s still just the single text that started all this.

    [Maya: hey. can we talk? tonight, at the cafe]

    Luce blinked, then blinked again, and again, still again, as if she might send something else if she just waited long enough. Maybe if she blinked, she’d somehow influence the threads of fate to… to what? Make Maya take back her offer? To give Luce more time to think about it? Luce didn’t know what she wanted fate to do, but she wanted it to do something.

    Most of her was screaming about this. About how Maya hurt her, about how she hurt Maya, about how long it’s been since they’ve talked, about how bad, how BAD of an idea it is to try and fix a bridge that you both burned down.

    Yet, another part of her rebuffed all of it. This small part said, “Maybe it will turn out okay.”

    Maybe they were just going to talk. Maybe she wanted to fix things too. Maybe this won’t hurt as much. Maybe it won’t hurt anymore.

    … She ran out of time. She needed to go. She SHOULD go.

    Biting her lip and swallowing her fear, she listened to that small part of her and texted back.

    [Luce: Okay]
    [Luce: Be there soon]

    1. JosieDearly Avatar
      JosieDearly

      Pronunciation Note: “Luce” is pronounced like “Loose” in this text. Or like how “Luz” is pronounced in Owl House.

    2. Lunabear Avatar
      Lunabear

      Emotionally-driven piece, Josie! The dragon in this instance is Luce’s apprehension and fear about the meeting. It’s especially relatable because she doesn’t know exactly what the meeting is about, and that ratchets up her anxiety. I don’t know what the news is, but I hope that Luce and Maya are able to move forward afterwards. Lovely, introspective story.

    3. Skye Doust Avatar
      Skye Doust

      This one kind of spoke to me on a personal level. I’ve recently been contacted by a friend of mine that really hurt me a few years ago. We hadn’t spoken since, but she’s reached out and we’ve been reconciling since. It’s always important, in my opinion, to forgive. Even if you’re both wrong. Maybe don’t forget just yet, some things take time.

  13. Aaron Fleming Avatar
    Aaron Fleming

    “The Dragon’s Hunt” [Re-post from Private]

    By Aaron Fleming

    “I’ve come seeking you to resurrect someone,” said the young woman with a flintlock rifle strapped to her back. She unceremoniously tossed the bag of coins at the wizard’s feet.

    “I should warn you, returning someone like this often means they are never quite the same as before,” the wizard responded. “Many things happen to spirits in the spirit realm and the return is not always clean.”

    “That doesn’t matter,” she said. “I’ve killed him once already. I just want to kill him again. I want to squeeze the life from him.”

    The wizard raised his eyebrows. “Do you now? Interesting. What would you gain from killing a man twice?”

    “The man murdered my father. He deserves a thousand deaths. I would give him this many at least.”

    “And you think that doing so will quench the fires of that vengeful beast inside you. Like the dragon who pursues the thief who stole the single golden cup from its horde? In the story the dragon leaves all the rest of its wealth behind, holding so dear the thing that was lost. Do you really wish to hunt forever for the one golden chalice leaving behind all other treasures?”

    “My father’s murder –”

    “Has already been avenged,” the wizard finished quietly for her. “Do you think more murder will truly give you peace? Did the first murder give you peace?”

    She paused in thought. Finally, she responded, “You’re not what I expected from a wizard.”

    The man laughed. “Nor am I what I expected of one.”

    “My name is Adara of Marwether,” she said finally.

    The older man nodded. “I am Arith, son of Jyohan.”

    1. Lunabear Avatar
      Lunabear

      Yay! Adara and Arith’s meeting! Aaron, I love this so much! I always wonder what it would be like to bring back someone from the dead for the sole purpose of killing them a second time. I most definitely intrigued by the spirit realm. Would love to see more!

      1. Nice characterizations. Although I suspect Inigo Montoya would argue with your premise. Maybe the room just needed to be colder, because revenge is a dish… well, you know the answer to that one. This only leaves the question… how much to you have to pay the wizard for him not to argue with you?

        1. Lunabear Avatar
          Lunabear

          Are you sure you meant to respond to me?

    2. Cansas Smith Avatar
      Cansas Smith

      That was really good! I’m very intrigued by these two characters and this world. It feels like something that would take place in Middle Earth. The moral was very strong as well and it was interesting to see Arith talk Adara down from wanting to kill her father’s murderer again, one stranger to another. I loved this and I’m super curious about Adara’s father’s killer, about the entire world in general. Hats off to you, Aaron!

    3. Makokam Avatar
      Makokam

      I think this is the first time I’ve seen someone actually go through with the “I’m going to kill you, ressurect you, and kill you again” threat. Well. Almost.

      Given more time and maybe an animation or film budget, it’d make a great montage of the guy being ressurected and Adara killing him in different ways, and tossing Arith another bag of money each time saying, “Again.”
      Then maybe after like… Six of these he gives her the speach about “Is this how you really want to spend your time and money?”

      But given the restrictions (and arent there always restrictions?), this is a really good scene. I see from other comments this is the meeting of two characters you’ve used before. Might have to go look up the other stories.

  14. Philip C Avatar
    Philip C

    Where Two Worlds Meet (Here Be Dragons)
    By Philip C

    “Vannar, wait! You’ll get us in trouble.” Sable shouted. Her brother ignored her, continuing to inspect the small hole in the towering wall in front of him.

    “I’ll tell mom.” She threatened. At this, Vannar turned, smirking.

    “No, you won’t. You’re just as curious as me.”

    Sable blustered, unwilling to admit that he was right. “But you’ve heard the stories mom and the elders tell. There are horrible monsters on the other side of the wall, covered in hard scales that are almost impenetrable. Monsters that love to kill our people. Who would want to see the other side?”

    Vannar frowned at these words, and, not looking back, resolutely slid through the hole.

    He had heard the stories his sister had recited many times, but despite this, something had always drawn him to the wall. He wanted to see these strange monsters for himself. But the gate was locked, and he could never find a way through, until now.

    Eventually, Sable followed, but found herself alone. “Vannar?” She called, scared to leave the safety of the hole.

    “Sable, come look at this.” Vannar called. He was already away down the wall at the other side of the gate, and obviously excited. Cautiously, Sable trotted along the wall to her brother.

    She found herself looking down on two strange creatures. They were cowering on the ground, one protecting the other, obviously terrified. Vannar, meanwhile, was sniffing curiously at them.

    “Oh, poor things.” Sable immediately felt pity for them, “Don’t worry. We won’t hurt you.” She licked the younger looking one with longer strands of fur on its head and purred, just like how her mother used to when she was scared.

    The creature seemed to sense her intent, for it stopped mewling, and even patted Sable’s nose with its paw. The other creature, seeing this, relaxed, and reached out curiously towards Vannar.

    “Are these the monsters we’ve heard about?” he asked his sister, “They seem rather harmless.”

    Above where the four now sat, a metal bar spanned the gate. Inscribed on it was a warning.

    Here Be Dragons.

    1. Lunabear Avatar
      Lunabear

      This is heartwarming and sweet, Phillip. Are they all dragons? I get the feeling that Vannar and Sable aren’t human, either. It also feels like they’re in a zoo. I love the “beware the monsters” trope, especially when it’s subverted. Excellent story!

      1. Philip C Avatar
        Philip C

        Thanks! I’m glad you liked it. I will say that what I had in mind had to be cut down a lot, so I can understand why you are confused. In this, Vannar and Sable are the dragons, and the creatures they meet are two human kids. I’ll let you figure out the rest.

    2. JosieDearly Avatar
      JosieDearly

      Oh, a clever subversion! I was curious as to why we don’t get much description of Vannar and Sable in the beginning, but now I see why. Good job keeping the mystery around the characters until the very end! I am curious as to what led the dragons themselves to fear the outside, although perhaps those monsters with near-impenetrable scales may be warriors with armor. I wonder what led to them being hidden behind the wall anyway. Held captive perhaps, or some sort of conservation effort? So many questions, I love it!

      1. Philip C Avatar
        Philip C

        Thank you!

  15. Airëlyn Avatar
    Airëlyn

    “Interview With A Dragon”
    By: Airëlyn

    “Retrieve the brightest scale from the Blethermore dragon and bring it to me. And remember, don’t wake it,” King Daimhín’s orders replayed like a twisted melody in his head as he toed the edge of the mountainside. Amalthean never imagined such a thing would be his first mission.

    A strong sudden gust of wind threw him around as if he were a ragdoll, but he regained his balance. A cave glimmering with light glowed at the top, where a slumbering dragon lay at the entrance.

    Its scales glittered azure and silver in the moonlight over its serpentine body, along with four large paws sporting long curved white claws. Its steaming, hot breath hit Amalthean’s body, causing him to sweat. Lost in his daze, he stepped on a pile of bones and stifled a gasp. The dragon’s feathered ear twitched and Amalthean took cover behind a pile of debris.

    “I know you’re nearby. You might as well join a bloody mariachi band with how loud you’re breathing,” came a smooth, stern, feminine voice.

    “W-who said that?” Amalthean whispered.

    “I did.”

    A long thick blue tail wrapped around his waist and lifted him. Terrified, Amalthean screamed and flailed around. He was dropped on the ground in front of the dragon’s face, amber eyes glaring at him.

    “Sssshhhh, shh. Cease your yelling,” she hissed. “My children are asleep.”

    Looking closely, he could see three small dragons lay under her belly. Snoozing away peacefully.

    “Sorry. It’s just that I listened to stories of you written in the books the nuns would read to us in the orphanage,” Amalthean reminisced. “To see one of you, alive and real, is so enthralling.”

    The dragoness scoffed, “Such stories are just as told. Fairytales. Legend has smeared my name and withered my scales. So I raise my children to be intelligent and meek. To assimilate this wasteland you humans wander.”

    Amalthean sat down, crossing his legs, contemplating her words.

    “You came for something, so out with it.”

    “The truth.” Amalthean plunged his sword into the ground and threw his shield. “Teach me what the fables haven’t.”

    1. Lunabear Avatar
      Lunabear

      Yay! Amalthean is part of King Daimhín’s guard! Also, really love the title!

      Critiques:

      You forgot (by author)

      whispered.
      (Space)
      “I did.”

      this wasteland you humans wonder (wander).”

      I love how this gives back story to him and that he’s willing to learn from the dragon instead of slay her! That last line for sure gave me chills! Brilliant story, Airëlyn!

      1. Airëlyn Avatar
        Airëlyn

        Thank you so much for the feedback!

    2. JosieDearly Avatar
      JosieDearly

      I take it English is a difficult language for you? Then again English is a difficult language in general, even its own fluent speakers can’t speak it at times. One other mistake I noticed just to add to Luna’s review:

      – “[You] might as well join a bloody mariachi band with how loud you’re breathing,”

      Another little thing I had trouble with was this line: “A strong sudden gust of wind casting a shadow threw him around as if he were a ragdoll, but he regained his balance.” I suppose it was meant to illustrate the setting Amalthean was walking into, however, imagery wise it confused me a little. For one, gusts don’t cast shadows, so I thought it was a dragon that was flying overhead, or so close to the ground that the wind from its velocity was throwing Amalthean off his feet. However, you follow this line up with “When he reached the top”, so it briefly ruined my immersion because I had to readjust the scene in my head. Possibly a word count thing, but it wasn’t very specific either. I imagined a ruined tower or castle, but it could be the top of a mountain or a new castle, or perhaps a tree.

      Overall, I like your piece and I see where it’s going. Just some nitpicks about the grammar and structure here and there could help bring about your story a little clearer, at least to someone like me who vividly imagines what they read.

  16. Michael Case Avatar
    Michael Case

    We are Dragon
    By Michael Case

    Every year around harvest time, these flying plagues of creation would eat whatever was out in the fields. Many of the people would come close to death from starvation. We have tired many ways of stopping them, but they would simply torch whatever device we built. Many died to protect the few women and children that were left.

    Last summer, a tradesman from across the seas visited us looking for new items to sell. He didn’t have much to offer us in exchange for the fruits we gave, but he did leave us a tool. This tool was unlike any we’ve seen before, it was long and round, made of some type of iron, and the blackish powder you placed inside of it produced the greatest of noises and smoke. The tradesman showed us how to make more of this powder. We did this all summer long.

    As the time of harvest started to come the children started to dig a large hole. Some of the women lined this massive hole with rocks and hard pounded soil then the men started to dump the blackish colored powder into the hole. Finally, large rocks were placed on top of the endeavor that we’ve invested so much time into.

    The day the dragons came. The fields were quickly being harvested before they arrived. The people, were running around trying to get everything done before the arrival. When the sun peaked high in the sky a large group of them arrived, casting their shadows over the town.

    This was the time that the fire was lit, this was the time that the ground lurched out in revenge, this was the time we destroyed this menace that plagued our ancestors, this was our turn to breath fire on our enemies.

    The scales fell from the sky like a hard winter’s rain. The green grass has been bleached of its color and dyed with the blood of those infernal creatures. This was the day that we fought back against them, this was the day the dragons died.

    1. Lunabear Avatar
      Lunabear

      I really like the story, Michael. It’s from a human perspective, and humans don’t have a good outlook of the dragons.

      My critiques:

      The field(s) were quickly being harvested before they arrived.

      There are also some comma errors.

      It’s a sad piece, and it feels like it goes a long way in showing how dragons would come to distrust humans. Nice work.

      1. Michael Case Avatar
        Michael Case

        My first story was called, “Commas are my Dragons”, and it was about a writer who was plagued by the unknown use of proper punctuation. I trashed it since it was too sad and depressing.

        Thanks for reading this, and pointing out the error. I fixed it in an edit.

  17. Lari B.Haven Avatar
    Lari B.Haven

    Dragons, here be not.
    By Larissa (Lari B. Haven)

    Both were sitting in silence in his living room. But she was the one making her disdain for his slack clear. After all, he was making her write the fifth apology letter with another half-baked schematic to boot.

    The professor knew that she worried about his well being, more than she would like to admit. He was drowning himself in that endeavor, and Alexandria couldn’t understand his current interest in dragons.

    The men from the factory were growing tired of his endless delays. But he paid them no mind. Even if he was short on money and with past due bills; he could not bring himself to finish it anymore. He needed something that didn’t make him think about the clogged water turbines problem.

    He kept on reading about the myths of giant scaly creatures from distant lands. Ignoring the obvious threat.

    “I really don’t see any rhyme or reason for you to keep bankrupting yourself in favor of silly stories, Professor…“ She declared, tired of his dismissive attitude.

    “I like my ‘silly stories’, they make me as happy as a child.” He answered. “There are so many types of dragons in different countries… I’d love to travel and meet them!”

    “Meet them?” Alexandria dropped the pen and crossed her arms. “Why though?”

    “Who doesn’t want to shout ‘Here be dragons!’ and find them in a dark cave, full of dangers, and hopefully don’t get scorched by their breath of fire.”

    She rolled her eyes and got back to writing.

    “How about a forest? Venture in this jungle, and you might even see it…” She raised a grin that sparked his interest. “It’s a gigantic snake-like thing, taller than a hill, glistening like pure fire. Everyone knows the story!”

    “It’s a local myth?” He beamed with excitement, closing the book.

    She chuckled and shrugged: “But I can only tell you, if you send them a complete piece, Professor!”

    He recognized the defeat. His young friend was as cunning and ruthless as any dragon. He grabbed his material from under the counter. Sometimes he was too curious for his own good.

    1. Philip C Avatar
      Philip C

      A fun conversation between a professor obsessed with dragons and his intern who has to put up with it. I love both of these characters, and I also like the idea that the dragons play a more sideline role in this story. Like many people, the professor dreams of meeting a dragon, which here are apparently half mythical by his time. His intern has to deal with modern troubles while he fantasizes, and so to escape them she fantasizes with him. All very well done. Stay Awesome.

  18. Here Be Dragons
    by Makokam

    No one knew where it came from. Or even when it arrived. All anyone knew was that suddenly it was there. He and his troops watched from miles away. Only here to gain intelligence; record its actions and reactions.

    What was once Baghdad wasn’t much more than a pile of burning rubble. The beast responsible sat atop the shattered remains of a tower, its black scales glinting in the flames. Its eyes burned like suns as it searched for something it hadn’t yet destroyed. It pounced, tearing through another building like tissue-paper before blasting torrents of flame across the ground, melting the rubble around it. Its belly glowed blood-red as it turned back towards them and leapt to the highest vantage that could support it, roaring it’s rage as its wings stretched to the sky.

    It looked over its shoulder a second before a shower of sparks danced across its back as a pair of fighters blazed by, the gunfire and sonic boom reaching them a moment later. Its head followed them as they banked for another pass. It opened it’s mouth that glowed from orange, to blue, to white, before a blast shot out with deafening thunder, vaporizing the planes. Its roar was twice as long as any previous, then it took to the air and circled the city, spraying flame as it went. It landed on another building and peered around it, before seemingly meeting his eyes.

    It couldn’t possibly see him. It was night, they were miles away, and under cover. Yet still it seemed to stare right back at him. It held its gaze for a long moment, the stillest he’d seen it. Then it launched itself up, spiraling into the sky, and with a great beat of it’s wings, and a sonic boom of it’s own, launched itself towards the next city.

    It was two years later, across the globe, and he was at a night club looking into a rumor. But as he locked eyes with the man sitting at the end of the bar, he found his gaze terrifyingly familiar.

    1. This totally puts me in the mind of a scene Game of Thrones where dragons just utterly wrecked a city. You described the utter destruction and the terror that watching this level of power would trigger beautifully. I loved all of the little details like the fire changing color and the sonic boom it caused by flying away. And the last paragraph was a pretty entertaining ending as well. Great job.

    2. Lunabear Avatar
      Lunabear

      Makokam, this is a terrifying story. It’s the first to show dragons in a horrific light. The detail is awesome, and the ending is heavy-hitting. My only critique is that every instance of its is used incorrectly. It’s= it is. Great story, nonetheless.

      1. I know!!!! but I can’t edit it because I posted it at work and now I’m home and the site won’t recognize me as the author! :'( XD

    3. Philip C Avatar
      Philip C

      Epic. Only way to describe this. I was a little confused by the ending, but over all I love this. This is the classic “pillage and burn” dragon, and it is set beautifully in the modern day. Also like the idea of this little story between a man and that monstrous dragon. A story of fear. Keep up the good work! Stay Awesome.

      1. Makokam Avatar
        Makokam

        Well, the ending has a couple layers to it. If you give it some thought, whatever you think it means is probably close enough.
        I’m really glad you loved the rest of it though.

    4. Ouroboros Avatar
      Ouroboros

      This story fits the prompt very well while being unique at the same time. It paints a vivid portrait of the dragon, giving us an insight into its personality, motivations, and its physical qualities. I like how the story was framed from the perspective of an onlooker, but I think that some commentary on how the protagonist felt while witnessing all that happened would add another dimension to the story and make the ending more impactful. In all the portrait of the dragon was well-paced and the ending helps us to understand that there is still much more to be known about the beast. Great job!

      1. Makokam Avatar
        Makokam

        Thank you! I wanted to have some mentions of knowing people were dying and not being able to do anything, but due to the word limit it took a back seat to getting across how terrifying this thing was. I also wanted to focus more on the meeting of eyes, but it was the same thing.
        Glad you liked it anyway though.

  19. Lunabear Avatar
    Lunabear

    Restoration (Reposted from Private)
    by Lunabear

    Stephanie had never once thought her training would be used for THIS. His huge arm hung limply across her shoulders, and the walk to the lava pit was too slow for her liking. She couldn’t bear to look at his injuries again; her strength would fail if she did.

    This war with her kin had only escalated, and she shouldn’t have expected him to sit by while his clan had charged into battle.

    Sweat droplets glistened on her skin, and her tired eyes danced when they took in the glorious colors. She kneeled and relieved herself of his weight.

    “We’re here, my love.”

    He rested on all fours. A gurgling groan was his answer.

    “Blithe, please. You must go.” She removed an arrow from his side and tossed it away. A rumbling growl filled her head.

    “You can be angry with me AFTER.”

    “Grateful.”

    She nodded, and a surge of pride flowed through her as he stood on damaged legs.

    She stroked the blue dragon eye amulet around her neck. Before he got too far, she caught up with him.

    “Wait.” She placed her hands on his chest. His heart pounded, and hers sped to match it. She moved the heirloom from her neck to his.

    “Stephanie–”

    “I won’t hear it. I can at least give this to you.” She stroked her barren stomach. “But you and it have to return to me. Otherwise, I’ll come in after you.”

    He shakily chuckled, but his wince advertised what that action had cost him.

    Stephanie stood on tiptoe and kissed his lips. Her tears left heated tracks down his face. He hated that he lacked the strength to erase her sadness.

    “Go.” She stood aside. The more she cleared her face, the more she cried.

    Blithe dragged himself forward and fell ungracefully into the scorching, bubbling lava. Stephanie retreated to a safer distance.

    She held her breath. It felt like ages passed.

    Blithe finally burst upward, his golden scales and smoky grey wings shimmering.

    He circled overhead and mightily roared. He swooped into a landing, transforming back.

    They met halfway and embraced.

    1. Michael Case Avatar
      Michael Case

      Using the lava as a type of Lazarus Pit is something I was toying with as well, but couldn’t get it to work. You on the other hand used that device very well. The tale of having to watch a loved one fall into the fire in order to save themselves was also artfully done. Great story.

      1. Lunabear Avatar
        Lunabear

        Thank you so much for your feedback, Michael. Considering this is the first romance story that I’ve written in about a few months, I’m glad you enjoyed it. I didn’t have enough words to express that Blithe is a lava dragon, so just threw him in some lava. And I didn’t even look at it as a Lazarus Pit, but that is awesome. Thank you, again.

    2. This is so adorable! I’m loving the dynamic between Stephanie and Blithe and the idea of a dragon healing by going into a volcano is a pretty cool concept. You did a great job of building how much they care for each other so that you’re ready to cheer for them at the end. This was really touching. Great job!

      1. Lunabear Avatar
        Lunabear

        Thank you, Marx! I blush. Really glad you enjoyed this. Especially because I haven’t written romance in a very long time. Thank you so much for your compliments and the review! They’re enormously appreciated!

    3. Tyler Desperado Avatar
      Tyler Desperado

      Love really is a beautiful thing.

      A lot of stuff happening in the margins here which help give the whole scene a dire sense of tragedy.

      That is, until Blithe re-emerged. Quite uplifting. Quite a storm of emotions you were going at here. I loved the small interactions, really sold the idea of these two as a truly passionate and loving couple.

      I wish I could write stuff like this, but you make it look easy. Great work!

      1. Lunabear Avatar
        Lunabear

        Thank you so very much, Tyler! Your review and feedback are so appreciated! I’m really glad you enjoyed it! It’s funny that you say that I made it look easy because I actually struggled with this quite a bit. It’s been a very long time since I’ve written romance, and I wasn’t exactly sure how much of everything to put in. But I’m so glad that it worked out, and I’m very thankful that you enjoyed this piece!

  20. RVMPLSTLSKN Avatar
    RVMPLSTLSKN

    To Thwart the Dragon
    By RVMPLSTLSKN

    Berry sipped her coffee. It was the cafe’s usual brew and weak. 

    Still, she thought, better than the sweet tea or gossip.

    She glanced at Jean, the proprietor. The old lady was talking to a customer; a man of about Berry’s own age. 

    Well, he’s a hotty.

    The old lady noticed her appraisal and her smile grew a fraction.

    Berry groaned quietly. Her mother, Sarah, and Jean were the biggest gossips in town and met weekly over sweet tea. 

    Trouble was brewing.

    Hotty sat at the only other table in the cafe. Berry turned back to her tablet. 

    A drink spilled. She knew what would happen–if not how–before she heard the drink. Jean would blame it on her short leg and Hotty would join Berry at the table. If they got together, well, Berry’s mom would hear soon enough and she’d never hear the end of it. 

    Caramel-colored coffee glistened on the wood. Hotty was holding a laptop high.

    “I’m so sorry, dear.” Jean drawled.

    “Accidents happen.”

    “No, no, I’ll clean this up.”

    “It’s no trouble.”

    “You were working. Why don’t you move to the other table and I’ll clean this up after I get you a new coffee.” 

    Hotty stood and walked to Berry. “Mind if I join?” His voice had the city-bred urbanity of a movie star. He looked like one too.

    She flushed, self-aware of her own Southern Bell accent. 

    Jean smiled at her, eyebrows raised.

    “Have it all,” Berry said. “I was just leaving.” Today, she refused to give Jean more to gossip about. The two dragon ladies could find something else to talk about.

    “Oh, so soon? I’m Mark, by the way.”

    She smiled. “Yeah, I’ve got work to do.”

    Jean’s disappointment as she left was palpable. Berry smiled and the bell over the door rang as the door opened and closed.

    1. Lunabear Avatar
      Lunabear

      RVMPLSTLSKN, this is a fun, flirty read. It feels very much like the start of a romantic comedy. First entry, yes? However, you forgot to put (by author name), and the characters do get a bit muddled. Nonetheless, I enjoyed this piece spectacularly. Eagerly looking forward to more.

      1. RVMPLSTLSKN Avatar
        RVMPLSTLSKN

        First entry, yes.

        Author name is RVMPLSTLSKN. 😉

        I’m very glad to hear the romcom scene came across. It’s a big break from my usual writing. Thank you!

        1. DukkiFluff Avatar
          DukkiFluff

          The format requires it to be submitted under

          Title
          by Author

          Story

          If you’re ever unsure, be sure to read the rules at the top 🙂

    2. Fun little story. Had to reread a few times to follow who Berry, Jane, and Jean were though.

      1. RVMPLSTLSKN Avatar
        RVMPLSTLSKN

        Thanks. I didn’t realise I had grabbed an old version when I posted. (I ended up changing Jane to Berry to avoid confusion.)

  21. SavUong Avatar
    SavUong

    A Ride for Justice
    By Sav Uong

    Nick Everhart stood in the stirrups of his horse, the black stallion stamping at the ground impatiently. The land before them was lush and green with Spring and his charcoal stick scraped against coarse paper as he drew all he could see. It would never do the sight justice, but it was all he had to show for the distance he had traveled.

    A sigh escaped him as he sat back down and glanced to his right. A shadow of himself and his horse stood there, facing the direction they still needed to travel.

    “Are we close,” he asked the being, folding the book carefully so not to smug his drawing.

    “We’d be closer if you did not insist on drawing every landscape we see,” the shadow said, his voice something of a mix of Nick’s and his father’s. “We are dealing with Chaos. It will not wait for you to draw a picture.”

    “My children like my pictures, Justice,” Nick said, taking the reins of his horse. “If I have to be away from them to do the Work then I will at least indulge their curiosity with pictures when I come home to them.” He looked at the shadow with a narrow gaze. “Or do you want the next generation to resent you as I did?”

    The shadow looked at him, then rolled its eyes so hard it turned its face to the sky. “Your father was a good man,” Justice told him. “He brought many cruel people to justice.”

    “Being a good man does not make up for being an absent father,” Nick countered and kicked his horse into motion, thundering hooves drowning out any further conversation.

    “All the same,” Justice’s voice said in his ears. “There was work to be done then just as there is work now. As your wife likes to say, here be dragons.”

    “She means you when she says that you know,” Nick laughed, leaning into his horse’s neck. “And the others like us.”

    There was a pause. “I believe I will take that as a compliment,” the voice of Justice said.

    1. RVMPLSTLSKN Avatar
      RVMPLSTLSKN

      I really like this. It feels like a small, intimate moment in a larger story. Something like the early vignettes in Morgenstern’s The Starless Sea or, even larger, the quiet musings in Erikson’s Malazan. I’d be very interested in seeing more of the tale. (It also reminds me a bit of Donaldson’s The King’s Justice, simply thematic I’m sure)

      One thing I didn’t realise initially is that we don’t actually know what Nick is about. He’s drawing to show his kids what he’s seen, he struggles to be a good father and serve the shadow, Justice, and we know his job is almost done.

      By the way, there’s a small spelling error. You wrote smug instead of smudge.

      1. Thank you for your comment! You’re right about it being part of a much larger story and one day I hope to publish the main story.

    2. Lunabear Avatar
      Lunabear

      Welcome back, Sav Uong. I thoroughly enjoyed this story. Love the relationship between Nick and Justice. Is Justice personified, or an actual person?

      My only critiques:

      “Are we close(?)” he asked

      “She means you when she says that(,) you know,”

      The line about absentee fathers hit hard. Excellent story.

      1. Life got a little crazy last week so I wasn’t able to follow through on this but I wanted to give a reply if you check. I would argue against the ? when it follows a tag line. I know some people who say that it’s Grammarly correct and others say it’s incorrect but as a style I prefer not to do it.

        Justice is a personification and something of a minor god in a world I am building for a book. I haven’t gotten to write much of these Beings in the story itself yet so I wanted to do a little something. Nick sees Justice as a shadow because they are bonded to one another (something I won’t go into here in case I ever get it published)

  22. Gregory Hess Avatar
    Gregory Hess

    A dragon for you[Aleph null, public copy]
    By gregovin

    We exit the spaceport.

    The city is an onslaught of the unfamiliar. Strangely shaped vibrantly colored houses and stalls populate my vision. The sounds of life echo through the city. The smell of fresh spiced foods of varying types is almost overpowering. It’s so much.

    The children’s eyes have gone wide. They seem to be looking over every stall.

    One notices a small ramshackle stall, with a simple sign on it. Here be dragons.

    Soon, all three of them surround me, echoing the same demand. “can we get a dragon? Please!”

    “Maybe just one. You’ll have to share.”

    Each of the kids glaces around, evaluating the others, trying to determine if they can share something so precious with the others.

    “Ok. We promise” they say.

    I walk over to the stand, pulled by the kids.

    The stand is selling custom holoprojectors. I pick one at random and ask the vendor “how much for that one”.

    “27,000 heat credits”

    I begrudgingly pay the inflated price.

    Before I go, I try to activate the device. It flickers, but fails to turn on.

    The vendor sees this and says “oh, probably a wiring issue, pass it to me for one moment.”

    The vendor inspects the device briefly, before aggressively shaking it. A rattling noise is heard.

    The vendor continues “god dammit. Would you like to take this one?” They turn it on, and I swear a small dragon appears before me.

    “Yes please, thank you very much”

    The kids clamor to see it before the vendor turns it off.
    I hold onto it until we get to the hotel, and then let the kids play.

    1. RVMPLSTLSKN Avatar
      RVMPLSTLSKN

      This feels very reminescent of a carnival or amusement park. It’s a very unique take on a futuristic star-shipyard. I do like the bit of characterization in the final line. It adds a question between the reader and narrator: is this person cautious or controlling, selfish or generous?

      It’s a fun scene with good description! The only place I stumbled was the third to last paragraph (“They” hitherto referred to the kids and you never described the vendor.) There’s also a few lines that shift to present tense, but those shifts work well in 1st person narration.

      In all, great job!

  23. The Chains That Bind (repost from private)
    By L. L. Marco

    Daniel was jerked awake by the sound of chains in his empty bedroom. A strange sensation built up inside him, guiding him to the open window to gaze out at the forest. He didn’t want to go. Daniel knew better; his mother had spent all seven years of his life warning him the woods were dangerous. Older kids had told stories about a ghoulish cult. He had a healthy dose of fear that should have protected him. But the chains of fate had entangled him the moment he’d bumped into that strange witch; his life had changed forever. He just didn’t know yet. And so, alone and frightened, the boy found himself wandering into the forbidden woods without knowing why.

    The bramble cut into his feet as he stumbled through it. The forest grew darker with each step. Soon, the moon was blacked out by a thick canopy of mostly dead, barren trees. Daniel thought the branches looked like crooked hands clawing up at the sky to steal away the light. He shivered and looked away, taking a moment to rub the sleep from his eyes. But when he opened them…

    Fog. There hadn’t been any before, but now it coiled around him like a massive serpent, thick and unyielding in all directions. A yelp escaped him as he fell back into the dirt. The spell binding him had dissipated. It had served its purpose.

    Voices swirled around in the fog. Whispers, cries, and even screams all rang out in a symphony of chaos that overwhelmed his senses. Daniel cried. It was all too frightening for a seven year old to handle. Clamping his hands over his ears, Daniel cried out for his mother. It was only then that the maddening whispers ceased and the forest fell still.

    The sound of chains caught his attention. Bleary eyed, Daniel gazed up at the woman who had emerged from the fog. He thought he recognized her but the memory was a distant dream he couldn’t quite reach.

    “M-Mommy?”

    The witch smiled. “Forget her. That life is over now.”

    1. RVMPLSTLSKN Avatar
      RVMPLSTLSKN

      The second paragraph seems tonally at odds with the character. I’ve never met a 7 year old who will go anywhere near a bramble if they can help it. You might want to play up the compulsive nature of the spell. The kid’s also got a very grown-up mindset. Daniel knows he met a witch rather than knowing he met a woman that Mike from church said is a witch. He knows about a cult rather than having heard about a cult.

      Children’s minds are different by a very subtle, but unique structure of information. I’d suggest giving it that extra bit of depth and allowing the vastness and shallowness of the world to play up all those uncertainties a child would feel. It’s a big world with very few connections for those little guys. (Given I have been 7 and that my son is 6, I feel confident in this advice)

      1. Thanks for the review, although I have a few counter points. Daniel mistook the form for his mother at first, he didn’t know it was a witch, that was something I was giving as the narrator and I did say that he heard other kids talking about the cult, not that he knew it was a fact.
        Although I agree, I should have spent a bit more of my word count making sure the reader understood that the boy was under a spell; i thought it was clear enough but it is left relatively vague. I appreciate the feedback, thank you

    2. Philip C Avatar
      Philip C

      I like the story. It’s very good. But I’m confused as to where the theme comes in. Is it just the idea of a forbidden place of magic? But in this story, it doesn’t play that much of a part. Unless it is the force that pulled him into it? But I wouldn’t think it is. So I’m just not sure what to make of this. Again, as a story, it’s great. I may be the only one who is confused. Either way, keep up the good work.

  24. The Meeting
    By Sandeen (SouthernWolf)

    In a dark underground cave, Heldi’s voice echoed against the chamber she’d just crawled into as she cursed the cut on her hand. Heldi had found climbing up the lip of the chamber rather difficult, cursing herself for not wearing gloves.

    Too distracted to really notice the chamber, the light reflected off walls, glinting here and there where gemstones and metals peaked through rock without notice. Off, past the edge of light, at the far entrance, shadows shifted.

    Crouching, swinging her backpack off, Heldi dug through her gear. Past spare batteries, an extra flashlight, and gently setting her reading material to the side, she pulled out a first aid kit.

    She’d gotten so used to the silence interspersed with dripping water and shifting stones that she didn’t notice it suddenly stopping. She didn’t notice that the shifting of stones sounded far more like movement from something solid brushing them, not air causing little rocks to cascade down.

    Unbeknownst to her the wyvern, whose wings just brushed the side of the cave and heard the rocks scuttle to the floor, heard her huffing curses echoing through the space he considered his personal grotto. Jax tucked his elbows in closer to his body, bringing the wings attached to them closer to his scales while the human crouched next to the light source.

    The wyvern scooted as far forward as his body would allow, then his snout started to descend to the human.

    Jax thought to himself, I think that is a female human.

    He brought his snout closer to her.

    Finally, Heldi found the disinfectant and sprayed her palm. She found her hiss of pain was much louder and echoed longer than it should have, even in a cave.

    As Heldi turned, she turned the bottle of disinfectant with her, to find herself face to snout with what looked like the living, breathing version of the dragon drawings she examined for a living. Jax found himself staring at the thing in her hand that made that noise and caused the atrocious smell.

    Neither creature could help the yelp of fear and surprise.

    1. Lunabear Avatar
      Lunabear

      This is very cute, Sandeen. I love the senses of discovery and wonder from human and dragon. Have you introduced Heldi before? It feels like it.

      My only critique:

      She found her his(s) of pain was much louder and echoed longer than it should have

      Very much love this story.

      1. Thank you Lunabear! I did correct it – it should have been ‘hiss’.

        Yes, in the As Above So Below (I think that was what it was called) I submitted a scene between the two of them. This is when they meet, vs that story which was just a normal interaction between them.

    2. Awww this was a really cute story. I always love the expectation subversion of a scary thing not being scary. Or in this case, being just as scared of the human as she is of him. The ending got a legitimate chuckle out of me. It was all built to very well. Would love to see more of them. Great submission!

    3. Preserves Roses Avatar
      Preserves Roses

      I greatly enjoyed the story. The fact that both human and wyvern were surprised by each other comes across well. I found some of the descriptions about where Jax was in the cave a bit confusing. I get the sense Heidi had been in there exploring for a time which implies a great size, then Jax seems to barley fit in the space. Made me feel a bit confused about the cave they were in.

      1. Yeah, this is set in a larger world that I have been working on, where Jax is a dragon who lives underground and is so big, he can’t get out again.

    4. I’m not really sure what to make of this, but I liked it.
      I like the idea of her going searching for dragons and finding one. Well, a Wyverm. (So close and yet so far.) I’m curious about Jax though…if he’s named he probably has at least near human intelligence…and somebody had to give it to him, so are there others? And if so why are they hard to find? Are there others avoiding humans? Is he the last and been hiding in these caves with only the stories of Humans told to him before the last of his family/people died out?

      I dunno man. But mutual scaring is always good for a laugh.

      1. All excellent questions! Hopefully I’ll get to writing more with these two and you could find out!

  25. Ouroboros Avatar
    Ouroboros

    The Dragon’s Den
    By Ouroboros

    The moon’s light failed to penetrate the storming clouds that gathered over the city of Hong Kong. Below the troubled skies, a man solemnly gazed at the humble shop that he had owned for over thirty years, hopefully for the last time. Briefly, he saw his wrinkled face in the window’s reflection before beginning his march through the growing downpour. Each slow step landed in a puddle, as he trudged through the pouring rain. The night’s sky was a putrid brown that was kept back by a million incandescent streetlights. At last, he reached his destination: A crimson door with no handle.

    He knocked.

    A latch moved, a small slit was revealed. Two sinister eyes looked back at him. “Get lost!” an evil voice barked at him from beyond.

    He knocked.

    “Excuse me, I would like to speak with Mr Fung.”

    “Do you know what you’re asking for, old man?” the door growled.

    “Yes, and I won’t waste his time, please this is very important. I am Johnny’s father.”

    The slit closed once again, after what seemed like an eternity the door opened in front of him. Inside sat a man on an expansive black armchair, his shaved head revealing a monumental dragon tattoo that crept up to his temple.

    “Do you know who I am?” demanded the Dragon.

    “Yes I do, sir.”

    “Then why are you here?” he was confused.

    The old man held his dripping hat to his chest. “I have come to ask that you spare my son’s life.”

    “Do you know what he did!?”

    “I do not.”

    “He betrayed the Dragons; and for betrayal, there is only one punishment. He must pay the blood price.”

    “Please, Mr. Fung. I know his crime cannot be forgiven, I only ask that you take my life instead. I will pay, please.”

    The criminal produced an evil grimace.” I respect you, old man, but no. Only he can pay his debt.”

    “Please no- “. A gunshot rang out through the night, the sound piercing the heart of an old man that wept for his son.

    1. Lunabear Avatar
      Lunabear

      Ouroboros, this one is a doozy. It has a lot of Godfather undertones, and the ending is incredibly sad. Definitely feels like a turf war, and I love the way you used dragons. Father and son must die; how cruel. A few comma mistakes, but still awesome.

      1. Ouroboros Avatar
        Ouroboros

        Thanks for the feedback Lunabear. Much appreciated!

    2. Michael Case Avatar
      Michael Case

      Creative use of the prompt. I like the gangland over tones, and the street gang setting. The father asking for forgiveness to a person that we already can guess wouldn’t give his own mother the same. It’s a nasty little picture of a dirty little world you’ve painted for us to peer into, and we’re all moved by reading it. Nice, very nicely done.

      1. Ouroboros Avatar
        Ouroboros

        Thanks for taking the time to review my piece and for providing feedback.

  26. IsaDragon337 Avatar
    IsaDragon337

    “Space Hath No Fury like a Lady Dragon whose Port Settings Have Been Tweaked”
    By IsaDragon337 (gerbilz337)

    The engine room was absolutely the most terrifying, and the most cramped, place Talin had been on the entire ship so far. He flinched away from the solar-powered lightning arcing through the tank not three inches from the walkway, splitting water into hydrogen and oxygen to fuse in the engine proper, under the watchful eye of the engineer.

    The Draslini engineer.

    Rumors whispered that Draslini were not only carnivorous, but also infamous for exploding stars. Like the tragedy that destroyed the Dustball– Earth.

    Talin felt his sweat drip. Tack’kal didn’t even comment on the smell.

    “Now I know my crew hyped her up, but Carath is a big softy, I promise. She’s really shy.” Alexi called back, bright red coat swishing. Their boots clanged as they jumped down the steep stairs between catwalk levels.

    Tack’kal considered the stairs, then looked at his quadrupedal hoof-like feet. “I do not think I can climb down those.”

    Alexi squinted up. “Sure you can.”

    “I—” He shook his head, flushing a deep grey that signaled anxiety. The feeler-arm on Talin’s arm squeezed tight enough to bruise.

    “Alexi, you better not be pressuring a Ko’mothian to go down those stairs,” the ceiling snarled. A bright blue streak swished around a pipe. “Even I can tell you they physically can’t do that.”

    “Cathie!” Alexi called up. “Cathie, I brought friends!”

    “I HEARD.” One-hundred-and-seventeen pounds of armored muscle landed on the platform. In the well-lit fission bay, she shimmered icy blue. She crossed her top two sets of arms, and rested a third set of sharp claws on her hips. Her teeth were daggers. “When you waltzed into this bloody bomb chamber. What part of ‘extremely dangerous, no unannounced entry’ do you not understand?!”

    “I wanted them to meet the whole crew~!” Alexi practically sang.

    “Then acquire a ship with a solid fuel engine.” Red eyes lingered on the trembling, pale Talin, the low-to-the-ground, defensive stance of Tack’kal.

    She exhaled.

    “I’m Carath. This is my engine room. You probably won’t see me outside of here.” She glared at Alexi. “Can I go back to work now, Captain?”

    1. Classic Sci-Fi. I love it. I’m always a fan of a physically imposing individual being painfully shy and nervous around others. The way you describe Calath, I couldn’t help but imagine a creature that wouldn’t be out of place in a kaiju movie. Nice take on the prompt, promising a dragon or monster, showing that they very much are one, only to have them be a softy on the inside. Calath made me feel both intimidated and cuddly. Love the setting, love the characters and love their dynamics. I would love to see more of this. Great job!

      1. IsaDragon337 Avatar
        IsaDragon337

        Thank you! Carath is a lot like a very tiny kaiju and wow I want to draw that now, how did I not see that before. It took a lot of proofreading to make sure she had the right mix of intimidation and social awkwardness. Glad it came across! To be quite honest I’m having a tough time getting hold of Alexi’s character, and that is the main reason I don’t write this more, but if the prompt allows for space pirates, we’ll… probably see them again.

    2. This was VERY enjoyable, and I wasn’t expecting a sci-fi submission – well done! I enjoy Carath and what she is and her attitude. One thing, I think the first half of the story can be tightened up a bit, which would allow you some more words to describe the other characters and I’m still a bit confused as to what was going on in the first half.

      1. IsaDragon337 Avatar
        IsaDragon337

        Thank you!
        The first half is setup, explaining some pieces of the setting. I may have gone a little crazy on the science- basically, it’s an extremely eco friendly, but quite dangerous engine. It runs on fusion- not nuclear, mind, hydrogen and oxygen into water. The idea is that they have solar panels and can swing by a star, gather electricity, split water into its component gasses, store those gasses, then react them later in the fusion core, and harness that energy for travel. Only waste product is water vapor, and that can be recycled on ship.
        Problem is, both oxygen and hydrogen are extremely flammable.
        …looking at that explanation now, I maybe should have picked a different engine.
        Looking back, yeah, I should have clarified more on who Talin and Tack’kal are. Talin’s human, Tack’kal looks kinda like a large dog sized rhino with a mane, and he can’t walk down stairs.
        There’s four characters here, that’s a lot for 350 words. This piece has the same setting as an earlier piece I wrote, and I guess I just sort of assumed that context would carry over as it takes place almost directly after, but it’s meant to be able to stand alone… something to keep in mind for next time for me I guess!
        Basically the intro is to set the mood of ‘dangerous place with dangerous person’ before we meet the Dragon of this story.
        Hope that helps!

    3. Lunabear Avatar
      Lunabear

      Hooray. You wrote a sequel. There’s something really fun and unique about this. I like the additional characters, as well. Carath is my favorite. Where does the dragon aspect come in, Dragon? Super excited to see where this goes. Astonishing.

      1. IsaDragon337 Avatar
        IsaDragon337

        Um. Carath is the dragon? She’s scaly, has claws, is kinda scary by reputation if not personality, she’s in a dangerous place… Or, the very explosive engine could be the dragon.
        But yeah, I’m not entirely happy with it as a sequel, it doesn’t quite have the same vibe as the original. Something for me to work on!

    4. Okay, I was gonna hit that Like button just for the title.
      The actual story would have made me hit it anyway though.

      I’m curious about the description of Carath at the end though. She’s built up to be this super intimidating thing…and then 117lbs? That’s…kinda small. Especially with an extra set of limbs. Was that an intentional subversion of the build up or did you just miss type the weight? Either way, I like it. I love smoll badasses. Even if this one is only a badass in regards to her engine.

      1. IsaDragon337 Avatar
        IsaDragon337

        Sometimes, I like to put ridiculous titles on things just to see who reads them, glad you noticed!
        I picture Carath as being built like a stick. She’s tall and thin, but in an insect-like manner- so yes, 117 was absolutely the intention and it wasn’t because I ran out of words to type 174- she’s lighter than expected for her size, and she’s not exactly physically large. Tiny badassery for the win!

    5. Lol firstly, that title was amazing. I was already hooked in from there. And I’m a sucker for a good scifi story so you kept my attention. I really loved building Carath up in the beginning to be all intimidating and you kind of assume that Alexi isn’t being entirely truthful about her being a softy until you see her. It was a pretty fun take on the prompt! And I’m already loving Carath as a character. Well done.

      1. IsaDragon337 Avatar
        IsaDragon337

        Thank you!
        There’s nothing quite like a crazy title to make something memorable, in my opinion. It’s a relief to hear the buildup came across, 350 words is a challenge to show any sense of scale whatsoever and still have any words for a story.
        My thought process basically was: unknown frontiers, space, wait I have space pirates, maybe they find a dragon?
        And then there was a story. Not my best, but there it is. Glad you liked it!

  27. MysteryElement Avatar
    MysteryElement

    Do Not Disturb!
    By MysteryElement (also in private)

    Marilynne shook me awake with the fervor and relentless strength only a seven-year-old can muster. Reluctantly prying my eyes open, I look out the window behind my niece. The sky was a hazy grey, cloudless and cold.

    “Linny? What time is it?” I croak as I fumble for my phone.

    “It’s time to see dragons! I promised I would show you!” She was trying to whisper, but her voice was still too loud. “Come on, get up. Get up! GET UP!”

    I am half aware of her pulling me from my warm bed, and I distinctly remember something about shoe laces, but by the time my mind catches up with my body we are hiking out behind the house, the morning mist lazily trailing through the surrounding pines.

    “Where are we going, Linny?” Do her parents even know she is out here? What am I even doing?

    “Shhhh!” she hisses dramatically at me. “We don’t want to scare them.”

    I finally recognize our surroundings. We were almost at The Lookout, a spot on my sister’s property overlooking the valley below. As we approach the clearing, Linny crouches low, motioning me to do the same.

    “We have to be very quiet,” she whispers “they’re easy to scare.”

    I follow her to the clearing where she points down. I am prepared to ‘oooh’ and ‘aaaah’ at whatever she is showing me, giving the typical enthusiasm for a game of make-believe, but my breath sticks in my throat like peanut butter. The morning mist had pooled into the valley below, lazily wrapping around the foothills. From this far up, it looks like wispy white dragons writhing in the valley. The breaking dawn gently lights up the mist with an ethereal light, the misty dragons glowing and iridescent gold.

    “See them?” Her voice, full of wonder and awe, reflects my own as I answer.

    “Yeah, Linny. I see them.”

    When we got back, I helped Linny make a wooden sign. As far as I know it’s still there, painted white with big red letters;

    Do Not Disturb The Dragons!

    1. IsaDragon337 Avatar
      IsaDragon337

      This story is just… so wholesome. I almost want to call it cute, but that’s not the right feeling. Contentment as an adjective maybe? Cute not like ‘aww’ but like a breath of fresh air, maybe an ‘ahh’. Where I live, it’s super dry and we almost never get fog of any sort, let alone enough to make dragon shapes, and that just makes this story even cooler to me. I was expecting real dragons for a moment there, something something ‘only the true believers can see’, but this is better. It’s realistic fiction, that’s not gritty or grim, and maybe I’m not looking in the right places but I just don’t find that often.
      That said, I wonder how curious a seven year old would have to be, to find this place, at the right time, with the right weather to see something so ethereal. And what else she’s found with that same curiosity. I’d read a book about that.
      –Also, ‘my breath sticking in my throat like peanut butter’ is my new favorite simile, thank you for writing that.

  28. Connor A. Avatar
    Connor A.

    “Information Horde” (Novus Academia)
    By Connor A.

    “Watch your head.”

    “What?” Jason slammed his head into a low-hanging stalactite. “Ow, fuck.”

    Balthazar turned to make sure Jason was alright, then chuckled. “I did the same thing my first time through here.” He shined his flashlight on the fading art on the walls.

    Jason glanced over what remained, then paused on one. “Is that—?”

    “A dragon? Yes.” Balthazar directed his flashlight back to the path and began moving. “There’s more up ahead.”

    Jason used his flashlight to catch one more glimpse of the art before catching up with Balthazar. “More art?”

    “Among other things.” Balthazar said nothing else after that.

    The two walked in silence for awhile. Jason was about to ask what Balthazar’s answer meant, but forgot his question when he saw a sign in front of him.

    “‘Here be dragons…’” He read it aloud as Balthazar turned around to properly talk to him.

    “I advise that you do not talk to this dragon unless you are spoken to.” Balthazar pointed down the remaining stretch of tunnel. “You do not want to cross a dragon. They can hold grudges for life.”

    Jason nodded and followed Balthazar for the last stretch. When they reached the end, Jason stood in awe of the size of the room. More art littered the room, along with several bookshelves and maps from various points in history.

    From an arched walkway, a dragon entered the room, easily towering over Jason and Balthazar. It saw the two and tilted its head. “Balthazar? I was not expecting you until later. Let alone with another human.”

    “Ah, right.” Balthazar gestured to Jason. “Beo, this is Jason. Jason, Beo.”

    Jason waved. “Hi.”

    Beo lowered his head and got a closer look. “Are you the same Jason who broke into Reginold Black’s estate for a book?”

    Balthazar stared at Jason. “I’m sorry?”

    Jason grimaced. “I can explain—”

    Beo let out a bellowing laugh that shook the room. “The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Now, what information do you seek?”

    1. I’ve missed this universe. What I find most interesting is the lorebuilding in this prompt, specifically the backstory between Beo and Reginald. I can’t remember any reference to either in your past submissions. I’m not sure, if I find Beo threatening or humorous (probably both). Building to Beo was pretty well done (also, props to the Beowulf reference).

      1. Connor A. Avatar
        Connor A.

        Thanks! Reginold is actually a callback to one of my older submissions; it wasn’t my best work, but I still have a place in my heart for it. Beo is a new character, so his personality at the moment is just the word “grandpa.” I actually want to explain what he mentioned near the end of this piece in the future because that’s a story in itself.

    2. IsaDragon337 Avatar
      IsaDragon337

      This story is awesome. I love dragons with unusual hordes, and a horde of books resonates with me, personally. I was doing some historical research on The Library of Alexandria recently; it was built to put all the knowledge of the world in one place, for anyone to see. That fell apart later, when the leaders of the city got nervous and started banning some books and their study, including having a prominent mathematician killed I believe for religious reasons but fact check me on that please it’s been a couple weeks. It had some fierce protectors, but now I really want to see a story where a dragon that hordes knowledge just… moves in. Maybe I’ll write it.
      I wonder- does Beo hoard a library, or also the librarians? There is art of him, and signs, so I presume he’s known, or was known at some point, and I think it might be challenging for a creature his size to read 12-point font.
      Heh- story time with a dragon, reading a textbook aloud because he hasn’t read it before and the dragon-sized copy is still in production.
      My favorite moment is when Beo just asks Jason if he stole a book. I can picture Jason’s mind going a mile a minute to figure out how explain to this massive, dangerous creature what he did in such a way so he doesn’t get eaten.
      :Reads comments:
      This setting has more stories?! Time to find time for an archive binge.

      1. Connor A. Avatar
        Connor A.

        Thank you so much! Beo just hoards anything pertaining to knowledge, which also includes art in his thought process. I definitely want to write the story of why Jason stole the book in question, so as long as the prompts align, that might just happen.

        To help with your future binge, the Novus Academia stories start at the prompt “The Forest Will Change You,” (which are under the author name “Madelyn” until the prompt “Heart to Heart”) pause after the prompt “What’s the Catch,” and resume with this prompt. As a note, my writing and perspective of this world changed a lot since I first started, so some of the early submissions are rough.

    3. Oh how I do love dragons. One of the things I was most looking forward to with this prompt was the inevitable litany of dragon stories lol. This one was really cool. We didn’t get to see a lot of Beo but what we did see is very interesting. I adore the fact that he’s hording knowledge instead of the usual and though he’s clearly very intelligent, you can tell from the warning that there’s a threat there if you cross him. I look forward to seeing where this goes and more about the stolen book.

      1. Connor A. Avatar
        Connor A.

        Thank you! I have a soft spot for seemingly kind characters that can wreck shop when push comes to shove. I’m also a big fan of unusual dragon hordes, especially since it can show a lot about a dragon character with a few words.

    4. Ouroboros Avatar
      Ouroboros

      I think that this was a very good development on the prompt, although I don’t know if I’m missing something from it because from the other comments this seems to be a continuation from some other stories. I think that the dialogue between the characters was believable and they communicated the plot points well in a short amount of space. I would have loved to read a description of the dragon, but I only knew that it was much taller than a human. Dragons come in lots of different shapes and sizes and I would have liked even an abstract description. Overall, I think that the pacing and tone of the story are spot on and that the author does well in creating effective and succinct dialogue

      1. Connor A. Avatar
        Connor A.

        Thanks! This is part of an overall world that I have, but aside from character arcs, I try to keep each story more or less self-contained. I would have loved to further describe Beo too, but I was close to the word limit and could only describe his height.

    5. Lunabear Avatar
      Lunabear

      I love that Jason and Balthazar have returned. This is a fun story. I really love it.

      These are my only critiques:

      “What?” Jason slammed his head slammed into a low-hanging stalactite. (The second ‘slammed’ isn’t needed)

      Jason was about to ask about what Balthazar’s answer meant, but forgot his question when he saw a sign in front of him. (The second ‘about’ isn’t needed)

      “‘Here be dragons…’” He read it allowed (aloud) as Balthazar turned around to properly talk to him.

      I love the ending. I also really love that Balthazar doesn’t know every single thing about Jason. Wonderful, as always, Connor.

      1. Connor A. Avatar
        Connor A.

        Thanks! I’ll make sure to fix those mistakes.

    6. Philip C Avatar
      Philip C

      Interesting premise. I like the initial idea of a young man being guided to meet a dragon, and along the way seeing various cave drawings that people have made to honor that dragon, either out of fear or respect. But while I have no problem with the idea of a scholarly dragon, I feel that it was a bit of a let down compared to a more terrifying one, one that Jason is more frightened of when he meets, and is intimidated by, that the beginning seemed to be leading to. But that’s just how I felt. Good story over all. Keep up the good work.

      1. Connor A. Avatar
        Connor A.

        Thank you for the input! I admit that it was a bit of a cop out to introduce a scholar after that buildup, but I doubt Balthazar would want to take a college student to see a dragon that behaved like a typical antagonistic dragon. I will say that there’s more to Beo than this, though.

  29. Temptation of The Fallen
    By Marx

    I look down at my glass before taking a sip, swallowing as the coarse liquid burns my throat. A former comrade of mine enters the bar with a huge grin on his face. His presence immediately irritates me. What’s he so happy about?

    “The end is nigh, my good friend!” He says joyfully, ordering a drink for himself and patting me on the back. “The Horseman of Death walks among us. And he’s taken three familiars. It’s only a matter of time now.”

    “Have you forgotten where we’re going?” I growl at him. “Why are you so happy about it?”

    He grins widely at me and downs his drink. “Because…his familiars are a demon, a goddess, and…an angel.”

    My eyes narrow in confusion. “Angels can’t be familiars. That’s what fairies are for.”

    “I know.” He chuckled. “But he did it anyway.”

    “So? When an angel changes allegiance, they fall.” I grumble bitterly. “We KNOW this.”

    “She did fall.” He replied smugly. “He returned her grace.”

    Time seemed to stop for just a moment as I slowly faced my companion. “…What…?”

    He chuckled. “That’s not even the best part. He’s chosen a side.” When I rolled my eyes at this, he continued, “Hear me out. He and the Horseman of War have been going around, freeing muses from their captivity and punishing their captors like righteous angels of retribution. He’s building an army.”

    Horror. True horror fills me to my core as I down my drink and fill another one. I know why he’s here now. “Last time you convinced me to join another army that didn’t work out too well for us.”

    His smile actually faded this time. “I know. And I’m sorry for that. I messed up with Lucifer. I get why you’d doubt me but just think about it. He’s punishing evil. Maybe we can join him. Maybe we get our grace back. Who knows? I just ask you this. What do we have to lose?”

    I scowl at him, but he’s not wrong.

    “Let’s go free some muses!” He says excitedly.

    Sigh. Here we go again.

    1. Connor A. Avatar
      Connor A.

      This is an interesting take on fallen angels! You did an excellent job establishing what these two characters are like and how they are tied to the rest of the world. I assume the “dragons” of this world are these fallen angels? I can’t wait to see more of your work!

      1. I wanted the dragons to the prompt to be more vague. To me, it’s actually “temptation” that’s the dragon. The fallen angels were tempted to change sides and follow Lucifer and the dragon bit them, and now they’re being tempted again.

    2. IsaDragon337 Avatar
      IsaDragon337

      There are many ways to write ‘the end is nigh’ and this is my new favorite. When the literal apocalypse is a good thing, and Death, literal Death, the Pale Horseman, is running around gathering an army, righting wrongs. Though, if you’re gathering an army you are intending to wage a war, presumably against another army- this is extrapolation, but is Death going to invade heaven/hell?
      Also, relatable angels! Not paragons of virtue and divine right! Just people with morals, who make choices, have regrets, and try to do the right thing, even if they’re not human. Way, way too often in fiction I see people write ‘humanity’ as a requirement to being a decent person, or the old excuse that because humans are human, they ‘know better’ then any ai, any cyborg, any alien… it’s less common now, because there are a lot more not-human protagonists, but people dehumanize their villains all the time, literally or metaphorically, to justify the hero’s actions in opposing them as strictly good vs evil, right vs wrong, which just feels so flat and stale with how multifaceted and delicate morals are.
      Can I just say I want to see more of this? Death running around with a demon, a goddess, and an angel, freeing slaves and saving the world, maybe by destroying it along the way.
      …I almost missed the goddess thing. Is this a place where multiple mythos exist simultaneously? I have sudden ideas. Is it Hera, of the old Greek gods, riding for vengeance against Zeus? An old nature goddess from the Isles? Is she a last survivor of Christianity’s crusade to be the only religion? Is she multiple goddesses that bundled themselves together with so many names and domains to survive? What kills a goddess? Was she dead, revived for this purpose by Death?
      What even is a muse? Is it an animal, a person? I’m assuming person, maybe a psychically-inclined human, or a minor goddess like the Muses from Greece or Rome.
      Congratulations, you got my creative juices overflowing. I think I’m going to go write some legends for another verse of mine, this just will not leave me alone. Well done.

      1. Thank you so much for your review! I’m glad you enjoyed it so much. I’m also a very big fan of interesting takes on ‘the end is nigh’ kind of tales, as you can see lol.

        Let’s see, I’ll start with what a muse is in this world. It’s basically a kidnapped and enslaved god/goddess used for their power. Usually minor gods. You have angels in Heaven, demons in Hell, and gods/fairies/magical beings/etc on Earth, so it is a multiple mythos situation.

        What’s funny about your question of what the goddess is, is that you kinda got it lol. She is a minor Harvest goddess. I’ve been able to go into the angel and the demon in past submissions but I haven’t gotten to get into her yet, but we’ll see how that goes in future weeks.

        Interestingly enough, I should point out that Death and the horseman of Death are separate entities. I went into Death and her relationship with her horseman in the…”So That’s What It Does” prompt I believe.

        I absolutely agree with you on how angels are perceived though. I’ve always seen it as, if an angel can be evil and if angels can be corrupted by evil and fall then there should be some humanity to them and I’m glad I got that across.

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    3. I really, really enjoyed this. I think this is very well done, and I enjoy the mythos you have, in that the Horsemen take familiars which perhaps I have heard before, but it isn’t ringing any bells. I also enjoy that, while I want to know more about what is happening, this definitely feels like a complete story that can stand on its own and I don’t NEED more. A good thing, and well done.

      1. Thank you so much. I think the trickiest part of doing these and my own self imposed rule of trying to stick with the same world each prompt is trying to keep that balance of them all being standalone and yet still fractions of a larger story.

    4. Lunabear Avatar
      Lunabear

      This is thrilling, Marx. Although, I’m a bit confused about where the dragons come in. The relationship between these two feels authentic and fun. Is this a sequel? I’m excited to see where this leads. Great story.

      1. Yes, this is a sequel lol. Technically all of my submissions so far have been sequels from the same story, just from various points of view.

        As for the dragon, I will admit it’s pretty subtle. I wanted to test the boundaries of the prompt. The dragon, the dangerous and imposing thing, is temptation. Or specifically the temptation to switch allegiance.

    5. This whole universe you’re making is fascinating. This is also an interesting though perhaps unintentional take on the prompt, since Lucifer is referred to as a/the Dragon. And…uh, Lucifer is referenced and so…there be dragons here?

      Anyway, big things are coming it seems. I’m curious as to what a God(dess) is and how one can become a familiar. And what is the difference between an Angel and a Demon and a Fallen Angel, then? Is Lucifer still a Fallen Angel, or is he…something else now? And what is a Muse? Why are they imprisoned? Just writing that gave me story ideas.

      Great scene. Looking forward to seeing more of what’s going on in this universe.

  30. The Beast in our Hearts (Armitage Universe)
    By Alex Nightingale (aka Spectre)

    Felix hadn’t quite noticed where he was walking. Lost in thoughts, he had simply turned a corner and bumped into a shed. He took a moment to gather himself. Voices were coming from inside. Keeping to the shadows, the reaper walked to what he thought was the path into town.

    The voices were getting quite loud. He tried to ignore them, but their volume carried nonetheless.

    “What have I told you?!”

    “Please! No!”

    “Shut up and take it!”

    A sickening crack followed. Felix stopped dead. For a moment, he just stood there, hands shaking.

    “You think you’re better than me!”

    The living weren’t his business.

    Another crack, this time followed by a scream.

    He whirled around, unable to contain himself. The shed doors flew open, without him ever touching them. Inside, he saw a young boy lying on the ground, bleeding from the head. Above him stood an older boy, brandishing a belt. He raised it again. The reaper grabbed his arm.

    “Enough,” he hissed angrily: “Put down the belt.”

    “Who are you?”

    “Put it down!”

    The older didn’t look a day over sixteen. He turned to the younger.

    “You think this guy can protect you? You’re pathetic!”

    “I wasn’t…”

    With surprising strength, he shook Felix off. He raised the belt and brought it down on the younger’s face. He screamed, holding his forehead. Blood ran from beneath his fingers.

    “Put down the belt!” the reaper yelled.

    “Make me!”

    Later, Felix could claim that he had acted out of rage. A white-hot pang of pure rage, which forced the sickle in his hand through the body of the older. The dead metal tore through flesh, obliterating the soul. As the body fell, Felix could see the remnants of the soul rise in a silvery mist and evaporate.

    He didn’t see or hear the younger boy anymore. He wasn’t even sure, if he’d left. He just watched the older fall into an eternity of oblivion. A reaper’s weapon never just killed.

    Through the older’s torn shirt, Felix saw old scars. Scars, identical to the ones the younger would now bear.

    1. Connor A. Avatar
      Connor A.

      Wow, that was heavy. It’s nice to see what the reapers’ weapons do when used, though it was under rather grim circumstances. I hope that young boy eventually finds happiness, however slim those chances might be. Aside from Yuri, Felix is one of my favorite characters in this universe; he’s a complex guy that wants to do good while having to tend to his duties, and this story highlights his flaws. Excellent job as always.

    2. Lunabear Avatar
      Lunabear

      Alex, this is terribly, bitterly sad. I appreciate how nuanced this story is. The older was abused, and so it cycled down to the younger. Most definitely glad you brought Felix back. He’s going to have some conflictions moving forward. Somber, well-written story.

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