Writing Group: The Things Left Behind (PRIVATE)

Hello, little lost ones.

Have you ever thought back to something you lost or misplaced? Remembered how you searched high and low, far and wide, but ultimately gave up? Have you wondered where those things might be now? Wondered if… maybe they aren’t happy about being forgotten? Prepare to find out, because…

This week’s Writing Group prompt is:

The Things Left Behind

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With a prompt like this, we can expect things to get deep rather easily. It can also bring to memory stuff we’ve lost over the years, from soothers and mittens, to friends and opportunities. 

So many different tales can be found among the lost. Perhaps a child left their favorite stuffed doll at the playground, and had already made the twenty minute trek home before realizing it was missing. Perhaps a special keychain fell from its latch and into a grate, too far down to be retrieved. Even simpler, a mother finding out only too late that her baby decided to once again throw their bottle out of the stroller on the way home.

The best thing about this prompt is that the lost things don’t necessarily have to be actual objects. Perhaps the things left behind were friends who stood in the road and waved as one of their group moved away. A father deciding he no longer wanted his wife and child, and departing for his own selfish things. Maybe even just a pet staring curiously as their person leaves for whatever lies beyond that big, heavy door, wondering when their person will come home. Or reversing this, a child wondering why their little furry best friend has run off, staring out the window and waiting for their furbaby to return.

But maybe… maybe the things left behind were left for a good reason. Maybe he just couldn’t take the day to day dullness in the office, and quit to chase bigger dreams. Maybe she wouldn’t let her parents control her anymore, and took off into the night to find freedom. Maybe their relationship was too toxic, and one finally broke those chains to escape the painful chaos that they had gotten too used to. Maybe it’s as simple, and as complicated as finally being accepted to college, and having to move to the dorms, leaving behind old memories and the comfort of home for a chance at a bright future.

Alternatively, we can look at the other end of the scope. That teddy bear watched as its owner forgot it on the park bench, unable to move as their favorite person got further and further away. That mother cried at the kitchen table as her husband marched down the driveway, suitcase in hand. The garden that had been so loved and cared for grew dusty and overgrown with weeds and thistles. No doubt these things feel lonely, lost… and jaded. 

Leaving things behind can be easy, or it can be hard, and both for so many different reasons.

So lose us in the land where memories lie, and who knows? Maybe we’ll find something we didn’t know we were looking for.

—Shawna

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88 responses to “Writing Group: The Things Left Behind (PRIVATE)”

  1. Tale Foundry Avatar
    Tale Foundry

    A Moment of your Time.
    By T.S.G. Sager (World Swap with Handsome_Johanson’s ‘My Cultist SO’, with permission.)

    “Ollie? Have you seen my hairbrush? I can’t seem to find it anywh-”

    Knock knock knock.

    “Actually, could you please get the door? I’ll keep searching for it.” Rebecca stated as she continued to rummage through the bathroom.

    “Sure thing, dear.”

    As Ollie opened the door of the apartment complex, he noticed a well dressed man in a pristine suit.

    “Good day sir, I’m visiting everyone in this neighborhood with an important message. No doubt you are a busy person, so I’ll be brief.” The gentleman opened.

    “Oh? I’m kind of busy, but do go on.” Ollie replied.

    “I’m making my weekly visit in the neighborhood, and I don’t believe I’ve seen you before, would you give me a moment of your time to discuss the wonderful things that God’s Kingdom will do for manki-”

    “Ollie! Who’s at the door?!” Rebecca called out.

    “Just a fine dressed gentleman, Rebecca! I’ll be there in a moment!” he answered, closing the door as he did. “My apologies, what were you saying?”

    “Oh, just that I’d like to tell you all the beautiful things God’s Kind-”

    “Ah, right, actually how about I tell you about a better system of beliefs?” Ollie offered.

    “I don’t think-”

    “Oh, come on! It’s more fun than any other religion out there! For example, we worship a squid!” Ollie offered in an excited tone, “And instead of a singular deity, we have multiple!”

    “But that’s blasphe-”

    “Blasphemous? Oh, Uthlec no. I think you’re rather blasphemous for only believing in one. But worry not, I’m sure Grutheo forgives you, just as long as you NEVER give him cookies. Hey, I have an idea. Why don’t I introduce you to the almighty Squid? I bet you can’t prove your god, and we can even host a ceremony for you.”

    “But I’ve got things outside that I don’t want to leave behin-”

    “But nothing! They’ll still be there when you come back! And who knows? Maybe when you come back, you’ll realize you don’t actually need them cause you’ve found something much better! I just need a moment of your time…”

  2. What Was Left
    (this isn’t the story I set out to write, but its the story I got when I started writing.)
    By Derek McEldowney (Deviacon)

    I couldn’t get rid of it. The green knit beanie is right where she left it. Right on the counter where she would always leave it after a long day. It’s the first thing I see when I come home. Every time I look at it, I hear her voice again. “Welcome home sweetie!” I remember the silly way she’d say good morning when she was half asleep. It’s like she’s still here, until I take off my jacket and realize how quiet it really is, how cold my bed remains.

    Weeks pass, and I recall that she only ever greeted me so sweetly when something special was planned. I look at the beanie and remember her coming home, setting it down on the counter with a disappointed sigh and ask “How was your day? Oh, did you go to the store yet?” The annoyed tone that hung in the air before a fight. The more mundane reality of the life she left behind begins to sink in. I’m beginning to see why she left, but still can’t bring myself to do anything.

    Weeks more pass and more often than not, her words simply echo things I already knew. “You really need to go to the store and get more groceries. You really need to take better care of yourself. You really should clean, no one would want to live like this. I couldn’t live like this. That’s why I left.” Words she never spoke aloud, but I heard all the same.

    When I look at her green knit beanie, all I can hear is her yelling at me now. “What the fuck is wrong with you?! I can’t fucking do this anymore!” Her sweet voice warped with venomous intent. The last words she ever spoke to me, echoing in front of me, steeped in more hatred and vitriol than I had remembered.

    I couldn’t get rid of it. I couldn’t even look at it any more.

    1. How depressingly interesting. I was expecting the girl to have passed away. But I really like what you did here. Having it where she left the guy, gives the feeling of loss a different flavor. Very sad, very full of regret, and very well written! Well done!

  3. jesse fisher Avatar
    jesse fisher

    Is it best left behind?
    By Jesse Fisher(set in Clanso’s world with their permission)

    Okay why is the world dark?

    >System in safe mode.

    Well that explains that, just need to get back incontrol.

    >Operation AI detected

    >First command.

    I need you to run a full systems check and get either audio or video up before I can move.

    >Video at 50 percent
    >Audio 100 percent
    >Beginning audio feed

    “Back off scum this is a gift from our god’s favor of us.” Person one.

    “Your god?.” Person Two spat at that.”This is clearly crafted by our god. It lacks any fervorous decoration like you landlocked lunks.”

    System, how much longer do I have to listen to all of this back fighting?

    >System at 75 percent

    So can I at least see and walk away from this?

    >Weapons offline
    >Other systems are within nominal parameters

    So I ended up in a harbor of some kind and two…humans, for lack of knowing what they are, arguing presumably about me. One of them looked to be a pirate or some form of that while the other looked like a well dressed man of fame and wealth.

    Honestly at this point I’m just not going to deal with this cause I need to find where that mask ended up. You try to make an easier way of interdimensional travel and endup in a random world.

    “Wait, did it just move?” Person one/Gentleman.

    “And without any gas.” Person two/Pirate.

    So they are either pre-steampunk or are gaspunk, either way I best just let them be.

    —One adventure later—

    I can’t believe it.

    In front of me was…was that meant to be me?

    The visor was off, the light was inverted, and the size was on the bulky side.

    Honestly I’m glad I did not show them my weapons cause that might just cause more issues.

    And then there is the factory that is making these…I might want to do something like that or just leave it.

    I would split my mind on this but I think it is best to just rest for the time being.

  4. Amy Trow Avatar
    Amy Trow

    Nostalgic Daze
    By minergirl778 (aka frogfireFantasy)

    Nyssa always knew that people would read her work.

    But she never knew they could be quite this excitable….

    Or quite so young.

    All it took was a signature. A single swipe of pen on a promise to pay something back. But the moment the shopkeeper’s daughter looked at the paper, she’d let out the loudest squeal the dwarf had ever heard. She barely remembered the book she gushed about to her dad, but the memories came rushing back at the sight of “On the Arcana Linkage and Deviation of Spells”.

    Maybe that shouldn’t be enough to make her stay for dinner, but she’d been so starved for company…

    So here she was, helping the young scholar put away plates.

    “I always told my mama about your theories, Miss Nyssa!” She cheeped, “She always said they were a load of hogwash, but she just doesn’t get magic like you and I do!”

    “Well, they aren’t exactly easy reading.” She smiled, handing off a dish to the young girl “I’m still surprised you managed to make your way through them!”

    “You bet your brisket I did!” She flashed a gap-toothed grin “Now I know everything’ there is to know about all the fancy magic stuff!”

    Gosh, ALL the fancy magic stuff? If you’d told her past self, the tired college kid up until 3 am, that someone saw them as the smartest magician? She’d probably have thrown her coffee at you.

    3 am in the library…. That old library, full of the most esoteric tomes….

    It was all devastated in the storm….

    Her storm.

    It was all-

    “Woah! Miss Nyssa!”

    She snapped out of her thoughts to see her hands clenched around a fork, lightning arching over the utensil to her other hand.

    She gave them a nervous smile.

    They broke out into an excited yell

    “WOAH! That was amazing! You got so much magic in ya that it’s coursing through your veins! Man, what a sight! I wonder when I’ll start doing that…”

    “You won’t.”

    “Wha-huh?”

    She gave them a distant look.

    “If you’re good, you’ll never have to.”

    1. jesse fisher Avatar
      jesse fisher

      This is by far one of the best imposters syndrome I have ever seen. Nyssa seems like a character that for all her smarts she still has to deal with the power of this magic. Also that fan reminds me of you during the readings, not saying that is a bad thing just a thing I noticed.

    2. This is very interesting. I don’t know how to feel about the master here. What does she know? What’s gone wrong? Why does she have this attitude about her own work, work that would have doubtless taken a long time to work out. it says a lot that she doesnt just disparage herself, but she tries to remove the enthusiasm of the younger wizard. She doesnt deny her teachings, but there is some ramification of her teachings that maybe makes it so that she doesn’t want someone to be so enthusiastic and perhaps reckless. I enjoyed this a lot! Great job 😀

  5. The Assassin Avatar
    The Assassin

    Songs of Joy
    By TheAssassin

    Within the din of men grim, sat one man alone who sang. His song reminisced of sweet times past, long ago, before the wars. In the gloomy tavern none smiled at his melody, they rather scorned him with vulgarities and insults. Happiness for these men seemed so distant a dream, even a song could not restore it.

    A man spoke from the crowd, his anger flaring. “Quiet yourself boy, this is no time for merrymaking; war is upon us! Everything your song speaks of burns!” The jolly songster skipped not a beat and carried on with a heartfelt crescendo. His song spoke of verdant glades and the children who played therein.

    “Yea, I sing of times old, of goodness left behind, but my verse comes not from delusion or disdain. I wish only to bring that shred of goodness song provides to your hearts. God knows we need it these dark days.” The songster smiled, looking every man in the eyes. “We are not without happiness, so let us celebrate in that little we yet have.”

    “Bah, you’re an idealistic fool,” spoke a gruff man from the corner. “Happiness has not existed for four long years of battle! How dare you say it can come as our sons die in the fields.” The insulted man scoffed.

    “Aye, a fool I may be,” whispered the songster. “But happiness is not so distant a thing. It is not gone or left behind. What is art but fragments of emotion given form? I sing not to remember or delude myself in revery, I sing to share that last vestige of emotion we can yet muster. Our enemies may take our lands, slaughter our children, and burn our wives, but they cannot take from us our song or our smile. Those things shall not be left behind so long as we draw breath. Sing with me and you’ll see. My friends, be happy once more!”

    The songster began to sing again, but this time his voice was not alone, for in that tavern men embraced their joy, and merrily sang long into the night.

    1. DesOttsel Avatar
      DesOttsel

      I love the emotion in this piece, and while the characters are played a little up, it doesn’t detract from it. I personally love all the rhyming you put into the piece. Think it adds a little extra flair since it’s about songs aNd mimics their structure to a small degree. Great job. It was a lot of fun.

    2. jesse fisher Avatar
      jesse fisher

      This piece really speaks to me, more so with the times we have now. Showing that joy can be found, even with a decanting voice our main character still lets joy shine even in the dark. In turn the joy spreads to the tavern and joy is alive if only for a moment. All in all good story and much need nowadays.

    3. Shaviathan Avatar
      Shaviathan

      Full honesty here, I pictured this as Dandelion from the Witcher series trying to cheer up some Temerians in a tavern. You get a good sense of how the war is going due to the patrons’ reaction to the more cheerful song. The one negative critique I’ll give is that the shift from them trying to get the singer to shut up to singing along with him seemed a little too sudden. In these kind of situations where there’s a lot of pessimistic attitudes there’s usually at least some pause or hesitation before the joined chorus. Because of this it feels more like we skipped ahead in time or that a few sentences or full paragraph was removed from the story. I’m guessing that this was just a result of the word limit though so all in all a good job.

    4. Calliope Rannis Avatar
      Calliope Rannis

      A bittersweet story here – indeed, one could call it significantly more ‘bitter’ than ‘sweet’. And yet, the fact that the sweetness still exists at all – that even in this grim and miserable time and place, something good and happy can still be discovered – is the whole point of this story. A candle of hope, against the heavy tide of despair.

      The emotions evoked here were great – my favourite line was “Everything your song speaks of burns!”, which rang very true to me in terms of how happy themes can feel to somebody unreceptive to them at that moment. And the singer’s voice resonated with a sort of youthful wisdom that gave his speech a compelling, motivating feel to them. In some ways, he does not sing of the past, just like he says – he sings of a possible future, when happiness may exist more openly again, so long as it is remembered in the now.

      Very good job! 😀

  6. A Moment Of What Was
    By The Wandering Mind

    It was a joyous day for the kingdom of Gallopia, but for the soon to be king, it was a day of sorrow.

    Kelon walked down the isle, each step heavier than the last. The world around him felt slow, as if the air had turned to molasses.

    The people in the crowd were mire specks of dust in his mind. His focus was fixed upon the aching in his soul. The every-growing black hole that threatened to devour everything he was.

    Kelon knelt in front of the Archbishop. Closing his eyes he felt a single tear slip down his face.

    The crown was light upon his head. To anyone else it would seem a good thing, but to Kelon it was a sure sign that the worst was yet to come, for he knew it bore no weight because he had yet to strip away himself and burry it within that cursed object.

    Years had pasted since that day and with every sunrise, the young king found that another piece of his soul was gone.

    The only joy he found was when his mind lingered between the sleeping world and the waking. That was where the things he left behind were his once again.

    Where he could ride Shaya through the grassy valleys under the mountains, and along the river where years before, he had saved his beautiful steed from drowning.

    It was the place where Kelon and the other children spent long afternoons fooling about in the courtyard. They played for hours with their short wooden swords imagining they were long silver blades like the ones the knights carried.

    It was where he could look upon his big brother’s face, as it had been in the days of their youth. Declan was so full of wonder and light in the days before the raging war came to claim his life.

    The king was never there long. Reality and responsibility ripped him away from that peaceful place, back into the world of war.

    1. Isa Dragon Avatar
      Isa Dragon

      Self reflection, a necessary step an seeing what you are, and what you are becoming.
      I really like how you took a normally joyous event, coronation day, and made it melancholy. For the people, it’s a new king, a sign the war is over and stability has returned, or maybe that a new leader is needed do do battle against the threat.
      When I saw the paragraph about the ‘light crown’ I got a little confused but mostly inspired- I took it literally. A cursed crown that holds the memories of the king, and perhaps the kings before, as… I don’t know, advisors? That could be a horror story or just a surreal fantasy. Feel free to use that if you want, I’m just musing.
      I will also say I only caught the time skip on the reread, but now this story is even sadder so… good job. Poor king needs a hobby that’s not war.

    2. Gregory Hess Avatar
      Gregory Hess

      Cool stuff! The Kelon’s journey is so tragic. It works because the Kelon wants to be responsible, and he believes(misguided or not) that he cannot do the things he enjoys while doing so. He also emanates imposter syndrome energy(feeling as though he is unqualified to be a king and therefore must do extra things). Nice story!

    3. The Assassin Avatar
      The Assassin

      What a tragic tale! And one I can understand all too well. Not the war or tragedy part, but of reminiscing on times past, of a simpler life. Stories like this always hit me emotionally that way and yours is no exception. The prose and storytelling on display are great, I really fell bad for Kelon and wish for him the best. My only complaint is the name Kelon is used far too much. Try replacing it with a “he” every now and then to help the story flow better. That’s my two cents, but otherwise a great story.

  7. Tale Foundry Avatar
    Tale Foundry

    Anything for a Friend
    by DukkiFluff

    “Are you okay, Katha-chan? You look thad…”

    “I just… Onii-chan explained something to me, and…” Kasasagi sniffled, trying to keep her voice steady. “I don’t want to outlive you, Sho-chan… but I’m going to. You’re human, and I’m a Spirit Animal. You’re going to grow old, and I won’t change a day…”

    “Yeah, that thuckth, but we thtill have a lot of time before then!”

    “To you, maybe. But to me…” Kasasagi hugged Shotori tight. “I just… I’m going to miss you…”

    – – – – –

    Kasasagi’s words echoed in Shotori’s head. Her shaky voice, her tear-stained face, it all burned in her mind.

    Shotori took a deep breath as she wandered down the alley. She adjusted her sweater dress, hoping it made her look attractive enough. It was shorter than what she was used to, and she normally wore jeans with it. But this time, she simply put on black stockings.

    “My, what a lovely little flower you are.” A sultry voice drifted from a doorway, leading to a silhouette, his cigarette illuminating his piercing red eyes. “What brings you into this dark garden, little flower? This isn’t a place for you.”

    Shotori swallowed nervously. “I… I heard thith ith a haven for vampireth. I-ith that true?”

    The man stepped from the shadows, snuffing out his cigarette. He approached her, and it took everything for her not to recoil. He lifted her chin, his other hand on her waist. “And if it is? Why are you here? And don’t break my heart and tell me you’re a Hunter.”

    She trembled lightly, unable to blink. “Um… n-no, I jutht…” Kasasagi’s words echoed again, and Shotori steeled herself. “I want to become one.”

    “So you seek immortality? How cute. I can give it… for a price, of course.” His hand caresses her cheek. She shivers.

    “Name it.”

    – – – – –

    “Hi, Katha-chan.”

    Kasasagi dropped the teapot in her hand, shattering it on the threshold. She stared into the vibrant red eyes before her, made brighter by the full moon behind Shotori.

    Tears pricked Kasasagi’s eyes. “Sho-chan… w-what happened to you?”

    Shotori smiled. “I fixed our problem.”

    1. Twangyflame0 Avatar
      Twangyflame0

      Mmmmmm, this is just so good. I want to be so mad at Shotori for making the decision but I also understand why she made it. It’s just such a wholesome and innocent desire to want to make your friend happy. But one usually doesn’t know how far they would have to go. This is like the fifth time I read and I just keep loving it more and more. I love the dynamic so much. Very well done, Dukki.

    2. Isa Dragon Avatar
      Isa Dragon

      Adorable and terrifying. You drew me in with the cuteness, then sucker punched me with vampires! This is–
      I legitimately got chills at the end there, when her eyes burned red and her lisp vanished, and Kasasagi almost didn’t recognize her best friend.
      And what was the price? What did this sweet little girl with a spine of steel pay to a dark creature of the night?
      This is both incredibly sweet and wholesome, and somehow scares me worse than any horror story. Maybe it’s because she knew exactly what she was getting into?
      Either way- well done!

    3. WolfsbaneX Avatar
      WolfsbaneX

      Dukki, nooooo. I thought this was going to be cute, but it was sad instead. I totally get the situation; I have a similar character. Friends with varying lifespans in fiction will eventually have a sorrowful farewell. I wonder how Shotori’s vampirism will affect their friendship. Would Shotori still be the same? Would her new cravings create new problems? What happens if Kasasagi and Shotori grow apart? I want to see more of this story.

    4. Oh man. This hurt. I’ve rather come to like Shotori and Kasasagi, and this is simultaneously so in character and so harrowing it gives me the shivers, a bit.

      I’ve gotta say, I really love the concept behind this. The consequences of immortality is always an interesting road to go down (if a little well-trodden) but the idea of purposefully accepting it for the very reasons some wouldn’t want to – though with nobler-than-average motivations – is such an interesting and emotional concept, even if it’s breaking my heart a little.

      This was excellent. Nicely done, Dukki.

    5. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. Ok I’ve recovered. This was really a great idea for a story dukki! this was very nerve racking to read. I knew this characters from roll-playing, and know this is a potential future for them is both scary and very interesting. I would love to see where this goes. The two, best friends for life. interestingly, the problem has now switched. The spirit animals themselves not having immortality properly. I was also very scared for Shotori when she was in that scary vampire place 🙁 must protecc

    6. GJFuller Avatar
      GJFuller

      Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Dukki what did you do? What did you do!
      This was good. (creepy and semi-horrifying, but good).
      You had me all warm and fuzzy (if a little sad) and then you do that ending. Just…why? It’s…it’s…whyyyyyy?
      Good job (even if it made me cry).

    7. Tale Foundry Avatar
      Tale Foundry

      Whelp. That went in a direction. Don’t know how I feel about it, but the direction has already been taken, so I guess it doesn’t matter how I feel…

      Excellently written piece, a friendship written in blood is an interesting direction to take this. Gotta say, with the title, and how you began, I was not expecting the ending. Nice blow to my feelings. XD

      The lisp was an extremely nice character trait, and really brought me into the story. Nothing but praise, Dukki, amazingly well written.

  8. PixieWings Avatar
    PixieWings

    On the Horizon
    By PixieWings

    The sea is Cordelia’s greatest love.

    It was her greatest love when she had legs to walk the shore. It was her greatest love when those legs were replaced with a glittering tail. It’s her greatest love now, the sunset splashing gold across its surface and painting her ship in shadows.

    The air likes to remind her it has its delights, currently in the form of a man with bird wings.

    She’d invited him. He’d dropped from the sky to land on the deck above. He may as well have fallen from her memory. The same royal purple feathers along his arms, bits of silver dangling from his ears.

    He’d found her and his grin put the sun to shame.

    A flutter of his fingers.

    A swish of her tail.

    “Ahoy Seagull.”

    “Permission to come aboard, Angelfish?”

    He’d hopped gingerly onto the waiting perch of her fin, and they’d shared the moment, her scales just above the water, his talons just below.

    “It’s good to see you, Castor.”

    “Good to see you, Cordi. Before you go. Think you’re easier on the eyes between us, personally.”

    “You’re an awful flirt.”

    “Eh. I like my women the way I like my coffee.”

    “Oh?”

    “Strong enough to pick me up in the morning.”

    Her laugh punctures the air.

    Castor winks.

    “Gotcha.”

    Cordelia dips him closer to her face.

    “Do you?”

    The noise he makes is more squawk than laugh.

    There’s relief it can still be this way.

    Warm and easy, like a good summer breeze off the coast.

    Well, she thinks, why not?

    Might as well unfurl the sail.

    “You’re welcome aboard tomorrow.”

    Castor blinks.

    “You’re leaving tomorrow.”

    Cordelia cups his face, turns him to the ship.

    “My crow’s nest could use a Seagull.”

    His eyes grow slowly wide, and she watches at him as he takes it in.

    Her ship and the sea.

    Then his gaze slides sideways, where the shadow of the Roost is just visible in the dying light.

    “Tempting, Cordi.”

    Castor’s hand slips into hers.

    Cordelia considers the land with him.

    But there’s nothing there for her.

    1. Isa Dragon Avatar
      Isa Dragon

      This is really sweet and heartwarming! Kinda a relief after all the melancholy and nostalgia we’ve got this week.
      I’m reading this as a pair of lovers/friends who gut cursed to forever live in different domains, sea and sky, and never meet again on land. Weather that’s true or not I don’t know, but it is good to see good companionship nonetheless.
      Though I will admit I got very confused with the crow’s nest comment- I missed that they were on a ship the first read, but that might just be because I’m tired.
      Leaving something behind, not because it is unwanted or bad, but because the alternative is so much better. Well done.

    2. Gregory Hess Avatar
      Gregory Hess

      You manage to have a melancholy and hopeful piece at the same time. We recognize that maybe this pair can’t be together due to their personal reasons, but there is a chance, a way they could do it. Maybe, if they compromise just right, they can pull it off. So bravo for that!

    3. The Assassin Avatar
      The Assassin

      A really sweet story of love between animals. The prose is great, especially in the opening paragraph, it tells us everything we need to know for the story. I will admit that I got a tiny bit lost in the dialogue, but it did not really hinder the story at all. I understand it and understand the plot and I can assuredly say this is a very heartwarming read. Great job 🙂

    4. Calliope Rannis Avatar
      Calliope Rannis

      Oh, this is super sweet! The dynamic between this hearty merperson and the shy birdperson is immediately an enjoyable dynamic, and you did a really good job showing the clear history between the two as well.

      One thing I was unsure about though, is where exactly are they *on* the ship? “her scales just above the water” implies they are very near the water, but they are also on the ship too? Is she in some kinda bath? Why does she need a ship as a merperson anyway? These were questions that perhaps distracted me from the core of the text, due to me trying to figure out how everything worked.

      But in any case, the most important thing here is the character interactions and dialogue, and you pulled this off super nicely. Especially the many nonverbal cues and body language that conveys the playful but intimate relationship they seem to have with each other, I liked that a whole lot. <3 Very good work Pixie! :3

  9. Shaviathan Avatar
    Shaviathan

    Lone Wolf
    By Shaviathan

    “Father, can you hear me?” Lilith waited for a response, but the only reply was the cold embrace of the wind. She lingered in silence for a few minutes, still hoping to hear that calming voice in the back of her mind. Met only with silence she trudged onward, deeper into the forest.

    “He’ll be back,” She tried reassuring herself. “He always comes back, right?” She didn’t even notice the snow as it coated her face, the chill of loneliness biting deeper. Even her friends were gone now, left on the shores across the sea. Lilith wondered if they still lingered, awaiting her return, or if they merely collapsed and began to decay again. Either way it didn’t matter, there was no one here to comfort her.

    Lilith stumbled and face planted into the snow. Tears began to well up in her eyes as she weakly rose to her knees. Rubbing the snow and frozen tears from her eyes, she turned to see what she tripped on and gasped.

    “A puppy!” She exclaimed as she crawled towards the wolf carcass. Lilith began to pet its fur, small clumps falling off with each stroke. The body itself was cold but she felt a small amount of warmth emanating from its exposed ribs. “You’re so much warmer than me,” She said hugging its neck. “Are you alone like me? Where’s your family?” The carcass’s shredded maw lay slack in the snow, unable to give a reply. “Well, if you don’t have a family, then you can be part of mine!”

    Lilith struggled to raise the corpse’s head, maggots spilling from its jaw as she lifted it. She pricked her thumb on one of the fangs and dripped a single drop of oily black blood down its gullet. Laying the head back down, she curled up next to the carcass’s open wound for what little warmth the exposed organs would provide. As the snow wrapped the two in a cold blanket, Lilith drifted off to sleep, a small hint of a smile now on her face.

    1. Isa Dragon Avatar
      Isa Dragon

      This is both really heartwarming and also terrifying. Tiny baby necromancer, just- leaving her ‘friends’ behind, where anyone could stumble over them, but also being genuine in just wanting a companion to share warmth with in the snow.
      I love the little bits of imagery of the state of this wolf you sneak in- maggots spilling from its throat, exposed organs, fur falling off… That Lilith just doesn’t seem to notice that the wolf is dead at all is unsettling and also super cute.
      In the white snow, there would be a huge red bloodstain, and Lilith is just- snuggled up to this rotting creature because it’s her puppy, who cares about the blood. Anybody that came by would probably think she crawled in the carcass to keep warm, and would be in for a huge surprise.
      I really wanna see baby necromancer and the mother wolf she raised wrecking cheerful havoc across the countryside now. Well done.

    2. PixieWings Avatar
      PixieWings

      That visceral imagery tho. All the little uncomfortable details about the dead baby wolf really hit you. I especially enjoyed the “maggots spilling from its jaw” bit.

      Lilith is also just a fascinating character to read about. There’s something really interesting that happens when the audience has a reaction that’s widely different to the character experiencing it. And she’s not bothered at all by the clearly very dead carcass. She’s believable as a little kid, who’s lonely without her dad and excited to see a puppy, but also so full of details that say “Mm. That’s not right.” It’s so good.

      Excellent piece!

  10. Glaceon373 Avatar
    Glaceon373

    Scheduling Conflict
    by Carrie (Glaceon373)

    Roselyn’s eyes darted between her perfectly packed bag on the floor and the invitation she’d found on the table a moment ago.

    The school camping trip had been planned for months, and her mother had known about it. At least, she should have. Roselyn brought it up over dinner at least twice.

    So why was her mother’s birthday party suddenly over the same weekend?

    Well, the party wouldn’t be awful, Roselyn told herself. This time the attention would be focused on her mother, not her. For once.

    Roselyn started pacing the entrance hall.

    Was it deliberate? Her mother trying to hold her back from her friends? No, it was probably the stress, it had to be—

    Her phone buzzed. She forced her free hand to unclench and fumble it out of her pocket.

    From Sam: “Our ride is here ;)”

    What did that mean?

    She took a deep breath.

    Should she go on the trip with her friends, or bail to appease her mother?

    “Lady Roselyn?” a servant timidly asked.

    Roselyn was spiraling. The school trip would be fun and, honestly, relaxing. But if she ditched her mother, there might be consequences, outside of her emotional state. But Mom should have known anyways…

    She held her breath.

    School trip, or family obligations? An unpredictable camping trip, or a definitely boring party? Blow off responsibility, or spend the weekend handling Mom’s emotions?

    Herself, or her mother?

    Roselyn let the invitation drop to the ground.

    “If Mom wonders where I am, tell her she forgot about the school camping trip. My ride’s here.” She hesitated. “Please, make sure she’s okay while I’m gone.”

    Roselyn let the doors close behind her. As she approached the perimeter gates, she couldn’t help but smile.

    Sam, wearing a ludicrously large hat and sunglasses to hide her inhuman eyes and ears, was sitting on the back of…was that…?

    It was Jidz, the centaur. He’d put on fake human legs and a stuffed horse head to try to appear as a regular human on a horse. It looked absolutely ridiculous.

    Roselyn gave up holding back giggles.

    Worth it.

    1. Gregory Hess Avatar
      Gregory Hess

      The scheduling conflict is great. The idea of having to choose between friends and family on something so small is interesting, and I like that she chooses her friends over a somewhat emotionally manipulative mother(at least, it was hard to not read her mother as kind of an asshole). Good story!

  11. WolfsbaneX Avatar
    WolfsbaneX

    It All Comes Back at Once (Written in LumenOrbis with permission from Excelsius/revisis)
    By Hemming Sebastian Bane; Special thanks to LunaBear

    The cawing of the seagulls echoed across the back wall of the castle. Melechiel stood between two guard towers and stared at the sea. A gentle breeze brushed across the Angel’s face, and the waves lapped at the side of the cliff. Melechiel stood unfazed and stoic. Spreading his wings, he took off towards the city of Port Solivesan. His city.

    The sandstone bricks took on a more washed-out white as the angel soared over the city, extending the light of his halo. Man, woman and child who were going about their day fell as the Angel passed. Some laid there as though dead, while others shuddered with their foreheads to the ground. Melechiel landed where a group of them had fallen prostrate, and examined a few. The Angel reached out and grabbed a teenage boy. Healthy. Well-built. A good specimen. Melechiel forced the boy to his feet and held him tight.

    “No!”

    Melechiel turned around to see a crying woman. “Please, my lord. Don’t take my son.”

    Without a second thought, Melechiel’s halo increased in intensity. Crying gave way to screaming as the woman became ash. Other screams echoed through the street as the Angel took flight, the terrified teenager screaming, crying, and thrashing in his arms.

    As he touched down in the courtyard of the castle, Melechiel threw the boy to two guards. Immediately, they seized him.

    “Take him to be prepared for surgery.” The guards nodded and forced the teenager to come with them.

    Suddenly, a bright white light filled the sky for a brief moment. Melechiel gasped as his halo slammed into his chest. The cold, hard core within his chest immediately softened. Joy. Sorrow. Anger. Shame. They all returned. Melechiel dropped to his knees.

    “By the king, what have I done?”

    Humans reduced to ash. Depthwalkers hunted and harvested for his own ends. Tears pooled on the ground. Melechiel was a monster, and it was far too late to do anything about it.

    1. Glaceon373 Avatar
      Glaceon373

      This is very interesting, Wolfsbane. You have an angel, but he does something evil, and suddenly he pays the price for it. If you had more words, I can tell you would have elaborated more on what exactly the price was: does he fall, or lose his wings, or some other punishment? Or not get punished all together? All in all, awesome piece Wolfsbane. Great job!

    2. Tale Foundry Avatar
      Tale Foundry

      Ooh this was so riveting!! The pace you move at is so calm and leisurely, only to take such a hard right turn at the end.
      I am curious, however; where did the bright light come from? Why did Melechiel’s halo have the ability to give him emotions? And with these new emotions, is he going to just wallow in self-pity or actually try to change things?
      An excellent job, Wolf~

    3. Excellent use of the informations provided!

      I love how you show the casual disregard for human life and twisted egomaniac pride for themselves and that they hold alot of power over others.

      Also the violent smackdown as his magic is undone and he finds himself slipping into desperation.

      Very well done Wolf!

  12. DesOttsel Avatar
    DesOttsel

    Little clay dolls
    by Gage Jarman

    Swallows twisted effortlessly in the air. They appeared to have no tethers to this world. They rose up into the blue sky with a thought. Down by the river was always more peaceful. Gave me time to think as I walked this cobblestone path. The bustle of the city was wearing on me in my age. Maybe it’s time I go out to the country and visit my family… What was that buzzing?

    A second sun exploded. Light consumed the heavens. Gales stronger than any typhoon ripped through the city. Thunder crashed over the land. What wrath had we awoken? Had we angered the gods? My skin was left scorched and blistered. I rose up from the canal basked in a red haze. This is hell.

    Skeletons of the few standing buildings appeared as pillars in a sea of burning rubble. I walked. The air stung my throat. I walked. The scent of smoke and singed hair enveloped me. I walked. Charred husks littered the street. There was nothing I could do for them. They weren’t human anymore. They were manikins, charred and abandoned. I walked. Was anyone left? I can’t be the only one.

    Crying. I heard crying. I moved closer, climbing over the rubble blocking a small side street. I saw a shadow. My steps slowed. Behind a small garden wall, I saw her. A black statue clutching a small writhing thing. I bent down, and freed the child from her stiff arms. I looked at the child, screaming in my hand, and cradled them. Salty tears stung my cheeks.

    “Shhhh shhh shhh, daijoubu daijoubu.”

    I wished they were a swallow. They could fly away from this place. What’s left? What awaits them in this hell, but more suffering. I looked down at her. She had sacrificed everything. She had been a good mother. I hope her spirit can pass on peacefully knowing her child is safe. I hope she finds rest. I said a short prayer for her like she was some defaced Buddha. I walked away, deeper into land scarred by wrath and fire.

    1. Glaceon373 Avatar
      Glaceon373

      Dang, this is incredibly interesting, Des. Your first paragraph alone, while a little random at first, really establishes your perspective character as well as your constantly changing setting. The whole piece follows that randomness, and while something like this can go wrong very quickly, you’ve handled it beautifully from beginning to end. Overall, fantastic piece, Des. Great job!

      1. DesOttsel Avatar
        DesOttsel

        Thanks, I wanted to make it a little like classical literature where the POV character is always making observations. I’m glad it didn’t fall flat on its face haha.

    2. Gregory Hess Avatar
      Gregory Hess

      The first paragraph is a little confusing. However, the rest of the story makes up for this. While you don’t confirm this, I believe this story is about a survivor of one of the two atom bombs dropped on japan during WW2. Either way, the premise is haunting and the descriptions are equally haunting. Your descriptive style from the first paragraph really does pay off. Good job!

  13. Meeting Meko (Genre/Canon-Break Universe world swap)
    by Matthew (Handsome Johanson)

    It had been a hard day. Colby was in Japan, six and a half thousand miles away from home, and the weight of being in a nearly completely foreign culture was beginning to grate on him. Despite the welcoming student body and the fact that Sakurami High had recently adopted a westernized school plan, Colby found the transition difficult. He didn’t have that much in common with anyone at school. Who was there to connect to?

    He needed a break from the bustling school atmosphere, so he decided to have his lunch in the Drama classroom. Luckily, it was empty when he got there. Only a few bites in, he heard the door creak open.

    In, walked… a cat!

    And a plump cat, no less.

    Immediately, the ball of fur rubbed up onto his legs, purring up a storm.

    “Awww, hello little guy,” he said, speaking English for the first time that day. The cat briefly looked up at him before jumping on his lap and nearly knocking over his meal.

    “Woah!” He laughed, taking the cat into his arms. “You need to be careful, little guy.”

    The cat quickly made himself comfortable, sinking into Colby’s arm as he stroked his soft fur.

    The gentle purring of the loaf caused a smile to form on Colby’s face, mirroring the warmth growing in his heart. Instantly, he felt at home in this strange world.

    “Thanks for visiting me, little guy.” He swooned. The cat purrs into his hand.

    “Awww, I like you too!” Cobly breathed a sigh. “I miss my cat, back home.”

    The cat’s ears perked up. He looked over at Colby expectantly, perhaps wanting more information… or wanting more pats.

    “Oh, my cat? He’s thousands of miles away at the moment,” he said while patting the feline delicately. “His name is Biscuits!”

    The plump cat looked thoughtful for a moment before continuing his purring.

    “You are a very thoughtful cat.” Colby smiles. “I’m glad I met you.”

    The cat’s eyes beamed with pride and contentment.

    Maybe school won’t be so bad anymore…

    1. Glaceon373 Avatar
      Glaceon373

      Aww, this is adorable, Matthew. I really like how you handled the character of Colby. Your descriptions clearly paint the picture he’s in: thousands of miles from home surrounded by things he doesn’t understand, only to get comforted by a random cat who’s willing to listen. I also appreciate you mentioning that it’s the first time Colby has spoken English all day, because it gives the reader a lot of insight on Colby’s struggles without outright saying it. Overall, fabulous piece, Matthew. Awesome job!

    2. WolfsbaneX Avatar
      WolfsbaneX

      Johanson, this story was adorable. I really like that the cat reminds Colby of his home. While I do think you could have focused more on Colby’s struggle with fitting in to Japanese society, the interaction with Meko giving Colby comfort is a fine focus for the story. Good job!

    3. Tale Foundry Avatar
      Tale Foundry

      AWWWW COLBY NEEDS ALL THE HUUUGS!!

      This was such a cute piece, Matty! So sweet and simple, just a small moment shared between two friends. I love this so much. It moves at such a leisurely pace, and the word choice in some places is on-point~
      I’m not entirely sure *how* a cat got into the school, but I’m glad it did. I just hope that Colby is still able to finish his lunch before the bell rings. Cats can be very demanding of attention LOL

      Fantastic work, Matty~ tis a wonderful read!

    4. GJFuller Avatar
      GJFuller

      I wuv this!
      This was a sweet moment for Colby. Realizing that things can get better and all thanks to a little kitty 😀
      This was a nice character building piece. Good introspection and you really captured how isolated he feels being so far from what is familiar.
      As always, good work!

    5. Tale Foundry Avatar
      Tale Foundry

      Very nice swap, Matty! I really felt the struggle of Colby having been transferred hundred of miles away from home, despite not doing so personally. The way you weaved your words, and introduced a similar companion to Colby, it really cuts deep. Kind of reminds me of my older cats who have long since left the Earth, whom I miss dearly. So thank you for that. 🙂

      Other than that, I just see a few grammatical errors (Like, in one line you wrote Cobly.), but other than that, fantastic piece!

      1. hahahahahahaha cobly!

  14. Separation
    By PitL [World Swap with JosieDearly’s Emergent Earth, with permission]

    I remember when they left.

    There were weeks of activity and bustle. It was beautiful. They cleaned and prepared me, and I knew something special was coming, but didn’t know what.

    They got up so early that morning. A thin fog was hanging in the air, and I was drowsy, so drowsy… I could feel it from roof to foundation. Before I even noticed they were leaving, I was alone, listening to the quiet hum of a motor off in the distance.

    It was so cold.

    You don’t understand what it was like. I was alone. At first I was scared, you see; I’d never really been alone before. I’d been built by their parents’ parents’, and had always been… well… home. I’d never known silence. Not true silence.

    I’ve been quiet for a long time. The only people who ever visit are the investigating types, and you know they’d never talk to me. Not like family would. When they came, I’d hide myself away between the walls and listen. Eventually they’d go away. They didn’t care.

    But you… you plan on staying, don’t you? You don’t look like them. You don’t feel like them. It’s a sign, I can tell. I waited so long for you! I’m so glad you’re home. I’m sorry I doubted you.

    Just don’t leave, okay? Don’t leave me. I need you to stay here. I’ll keep you safe. You don’t want to leave anyway. You’d never abandon me to silence. Once you step between my walls, we’ll be together. Forever. Right?

    Oh God. I hear you talking. “I dunno,” you say. “Needs a lot of renovations done. Gonna be expensive.”

    I need you. Please don’t leave.

    I can’t be silent again.

    1. How dare you make me feel sad for a sentient house!

      This is an excellent addition to emergent earth! I wonder if the houses soul used to be a human at one point or if the original builders just put enough love into it to create one.
      And I wonder what it can/could do if it wanted to.
      That big a house should have alot of magic.

      Excellent heart-string pulling story pit!

  15. Isa Dragon Avatar
    Isa Dragon

    He Waited for a Very Long Time
    By IsaDragon

    “Do you know what happened here, friend?” Old Ithmeir spoke, looking over the valley. “It seems steeped in history.”

    The crystalline sword on his back hummed sadly.

    The valley was the burnt—out husk of a village, the tiny farming settlement that would pick out a living from the harsh crags. The mountain was blue, he noticed, if you squinted in the right light.

    “Is it safe to go in? I doubt there would be survivors after so long, but…”

    The sword hummed a note he had learned to mean ‘probably not your best idea, old man.’

    He started picking his way over the rocks anyways.

    “Even if there is nobody left—huf—it would be best to see if last rites were performed, no? For travelers less prepared than us.”

    The sword groaned; a sound like gravel scraping over rocks.

    In the center of the village there was a pedestal, a velvet indent that perfectly matched the shape of the blade.

    Cracked fingers brushed over the inscription.

    “The Hero will come, born of man and myth, when the world is lost to ruin. Wielding this sword, he shall cleanse the world and set it back to rights.”

    Ithmeir paused, and continued from memory.

    “The Hero, born under a blue mountain to humble beginnings will rise above with the Heavenly Blade and smite evil. The Hero of the Dawn, borne from mistly valley yonder to save the world. He raises his blade, and quells the fighting… ah, I can’t remember the rest.”

    (THE HIGH SEER OF SAROUTH)

    “Was it him? I suppose you would know.”

    (HE PROPHESIED THAT THE HERO—)

    The sword cuts itself off.

    “It’s not me, is it? I’m too old for this.”

    The sword hummed uncertainty.

    Ithmeir sighed, draping the sword across his knees. There was a long moment of wind and silence. The sword has no eyes to cry or mouth to speak, but the violent swirling of the patterns in the crystal told of some strong emotion.

    The sword, quietly as it was able, simply said: (I WAITED. HE NEVER CAME.)

    1. Calliope Rannis Avatar
      Calliope Rannis

      This is a melancholy story indeed. I really liked how the Sword communicates with Ithmeir, with their combination of non-verbal noises in what seems to be general conversational mode, but with bursts of terse psychic messages when the moment really calls for direct dialogue. And this really makes you feel for the sword at the end too – this chosen blade of the heavens itself supposedly, unable to save the world as it collapses around them, because the hero that was meant to wield them never came. They were left behind, just as the village itself was then left behind by the sword in turn.

      I also like the ambiguity of the final meaning of the prophecy – *is* the chosen unlikely hero in fact Ithmeir? Could ‘born of man and myth’ be an oblique way of referring to an old storyteller? Or did the prophecy fail entirely, and the chosen hero never came at all? Or, even if it is Ithmeir, did he arrive too late to change anything meaningfully?
      Very good story Isa, well done! <3

      1. Isa Dragon Avatar
        Isa Dragon

        Thank you!
        When given the idea of how to make a magic sword realistic this was the first thing that came to mind- give it feelings, and then start subverting the genere.
        Funny story- the ambiguity was from English and double negatives being really confusing. “Its not me, is it” – answer yes or no, its not you. But it might not not be you… well, it gave me such a headache I went for ambiguous- how do you know the hero of legend is the hero after all?

    2. PixieWings Avatar
      PixieWings

      That ending line is so good. I think you really succeed at subverting the trope of magic swords and prophecies with it. It seems as if the sword had to watch a lot of things without someone to use it.

      I also really enjoyed the interaction between the sword and Ithmeir. The piece is suitably somber for what’s happening, but I got that there’s a sort of friendship between them, and that’s strangely cute.

      Great work!

    3. Oooooooh! This is excellent. I didn’t expect the direction this was going to go, and I loved it. There’s something kind of quiet and bittersweet about the way it’s written – despite the fact the content could pretty easily be framed as just bitter and a tad depressing – and I feel like that gives it a dose of reality that really sells it for me.

      I think my favourite part is the way the emphasis (at least in my opinion) seems to be less on the situation, and more on the pair themselves and how it’s affected them inwardly. Despite this, I do wonder what the world is like overall. In my head I keep imagining this sort of light post-apocalyptic/fantasy hybrid, but I think there’s a large range that could fit the bill.

      Anyways, I really, really loved this idea. It neatly explores a concept in a way that I’ve at best maybe seen once and frames it in a very personal way. This is great work, Isa.

  16. The Ties That Bind Us (Based in Lunabear’s Universe: The Council – Katherine and Marcus)
    By MasaCur

    Marcus pointed the handgun at the door, his hand shaking as the doorknob turned.

    “Get it together!” he hissed at himself. Marcus took a deep breath, and steadied his aim as the door swung open.

    As soon as he saw Katherine’s face, he pulled the trigger.

    The hammer fell on an empty chamber, causing Katherine to flinch.

    Marcus felt his jaw drop. He desperately pulled the trigger again. Another click.

    Katherine’s eyes narrowed. “Really Marcus? Again?”

    “How are you still alive?” he shouted, his voice quavering.

    Katherine sighed. “You probably shouldn’t have tried to hire Carlisle to execute me. He’s more loyal to me than he is to you. My guess is he’s also the one that took the bullets out of your gun there.”

    Marcus whimpered and threw the gun at her, causing her to dodge. She lunged forward and grabbed his hand.

    As soon as her hand touched his, Marcus was filled with terror. It was the most intense fear he had ever felt in his life. He curled up on the bed, whimpering. This was her power.

    Katherine withdrew her hand. “You wanted this, Marcus. You wanted this life, and now you have it. You’re stuck with me now.”

    “What are you going to do to me?” Marcus whimpered.

    “I told you. I’m keeping this marriage. For better or worse. And so are you. So find a way to make it work.”

    Tears trickled from Marcus’s eyes. “Are you going to tell The Council?”

    “I may not have that choice,” Katherine replied. “Carlisle may have already told them. And even if he didn’t, this isn’t something we can keep from The Council forever.” She looked down at him, a look of contemptuous pity in her eyes. “I’m going to tell them. And heavens help me, I’m going to tell them that everything is fine now.”

    “Why would you do that?”

    Katherine glared. “Because I loved you, you fucking idiot. Part of me still does. Even if the rest of me knows you cannot be trusted.”

    1. Gregory Hess Avatar
      Gregory Hess

      This marriage is so tragic. It’s clear that they got together on a whim and it turned out that they weren’t compatible. It’s clear that they both loved each other at some point, but don’t now. I hope they find a way to compromise so they can coexist, or at least find a way out of their predicament. Good story!

      1. I dunno about that. As I’m to understand it from Luna, Marcus definitely didn’t enter this marriage strictly out of love, and Katherine may have had some rose-tinted glasses on when she agreed to it. So, when Marcus decided he had enough, his first thought was to have her killed. But if any further chapters are going to be written about these two, it’s going to be on Luna to decide how it goes.

    2. Tale Foundry Avatar
      Tale Foundry

      Love what you did with the property provided to you for the Worldswap, Masa. The struggle between Katherine and Marcus is quite intense if he goes to such lengths to try and take her life.

      I love the way you took the prompt!

  17. RVMPLSTLSKN Avatar
    RVMPLSTLSKN

    The Things He Left Behind
    By RVMPLSTLSKN (A Tale from the Worldsoul)

    Tym Frygsson exits the colonial company store. The pinewoods tower over the port town and its estuary. There is a wind high above like a goddess’s cooing birds. The sky, lacking the pollutants of the Capitol, bows to the viewer.

    Tym wears a new waist sash in dashing hues of pink and blue, shoulder furs of hare, and a koltotl-hair knit cap–products of the new intercontinental trade routes. The dyes from the Windlands, the furs from the Capitol and koltotls in the Coldlands before him.

    No more the static air of the subarctic plains he’d left behind. No more to carry the hod or breathe befouled air. Such was the way of things in the Capitol. Such was a man’s plight in a women’s society.

    This was a land where manliness was needed to survive. Tym was ready to earn his bread in debt and live among the trees and wild things. He was ready to be manly. Insociable. Uncivilized.

    Before him the promise of payment and adventure and brotherhood; behind marriage and womanliness and shaving.

    ‘Didn’t the goddesses make koltotls?’ he thought to himself. Such are rationalizations we make to ourselves; just as Tym does to ignore the civilized act of shaving, likening his own furry face to the shaggy man-beasts of the Coldlands.

    He walks in the rugged finery of a company-man. The boiled leather soles of his shoes and the hardness of a new colonist’s blade–a kukri in our world, reader–mark him as indebted.

    So Tym, indebted to the company, joins a crew–he slips in complimenting the longboat and calls it by neutral ‘she,’ reminding him he isn’t quite done with civilized behavior–wets his paddle as he sings with his newfound brothers. They are bearded and experienced, their blades nicked from use and their soles worn. They smile loudly and laugh often. They are boisterous and noisome.

    In that first time of real work, the timing of song and paddle through water, Tym feels he’s finally free from the rigors of civilized manner. He thinks himself a man, but, reader, he has yet to see a koltotl.

    1. I must admit, it took me a couple readings before I properly got the sense of this piece. Once I did, it was extremely interesting; the final phrase “he has yet to see a koltotl” especially so.

      I think the thing I liked the most about this was the point of view. The way the story unfolded and the way it was told (like “So Tym, indebted to the company,” and “Such are [the] rationalizations we make to ourselves”) made it feel like I was being narrated to in a kind of folksy-ish way – like a story you might hear around a campfire or while hiking into the bush. It fit the vibe so well. I absolutely loved that, to be honest.

      Now, there was one weird thing for me. I feel I missed the point or the core of the story – I think it had something to do with thinking he had gained a sort of freedom by leaving civilization behind, but didn’t actually? Or alternatively using koltotls as a point of comparison against his own behaviours and actions (hence the final sentence)? I’m not sure, though I’m fairly certain it was supposed to come across as bitter. I’m not sure if this is my relative unfamiliarity with your setting or just me being dumb. Knowing me, it’s probably the second, but I am very interested in hearing from you about it if you want to say.

      Overall, I really enjoyed this story, and it really got me to think (always a plus). It stood out against the rest quite a bit in tone, and it was almost sorta refreshing to read. This is really good work, Rvmpl. I’m gonna have to make sure to read more of yours in the future – the setting seems fascinating.

      1. RVMPLSTLSKN Avatar
        RVMPLSTLSKN

        Thanks for the kind words!

        To answer questions:
        Setting; this is the same world as my post with Fryseld from last week, but a different continent. There’s multiple races, but humans are the main viewpoint characters.
        Tym has left behind people who, for him, represent part of his culture that he hates (the conflation of “manliness” with uncivilized or animalistic behavior, femininity with desirable or human elitist nature), so he’s feeling a mix of relief, grudges and optimism.
        Koltotls are another species that trade their fur to humans. The usage here is as a symbol of his hope for adventure and his good fortune, but also a sense of danger. Tym doesn’t know what he’s going into, but the narrator does. He’s willing to sacrifice his present for something he may never get in his society.

        I’m very glad you enjoyed the voice (Robin, as I’ve dubbed it). It’s taken a lot of time and work to develop.

  18. Lari B. Haven Avatar
    Lari B. Haven

    The things we shouldn’t leave behind
    [Asgaroth universe used with permission of TwangyFlame0]
    By: Larissa (Lari B. Haven)

    He checked his bag over again. “Please don’t say I left it!”

    “Need some help to search?” The ferryman replied, giving the poor merchant a lantern.

    “Thank you, but it’s no use.” The shaken man was literally ripping the hairs from his head. “I’m already dead!”

    The ferryman didn’t understand why he was so nervous. If he had forgotten something, they could just return to the island while it was still in sight.

    “We still have some time to come back before it goes dark. You can recover what you lost.” He replied calmly, as to comfort the wreck of a man in his boat.

    “NO!” The merchant screamed. “I will not go back!”

    “Why? I know only a few negotiate with the vampires, but they’re usually very level-headed.” The ferryman was curious. “Unless you have stolen something.”

    “I would never do such a thing! They are my best clients!” The merchant puffed his chest to say that, proud of his past record. “Well, they were…”

    “So why are you so scared?” The boat rider asked.

    “What I left, it would be the same thing asking for death!” He replied looking at all directions, dreading an inevitable demise if he spoke a little louder. “Think of the most offensive thing you could ever tell a vampire in a book form.”

    The boat rider choked on the smoke of his pipe. “Oh! No, don’t tell me…”

    “YES!” He buried his face in his hands and sobbed again. “A leather-bound and jeweled encrusted copy of ‘Vampiric history’ The most offensive book ever written about the vampire kind.”

    “And why would you walk with such a book in here? It says that all vampires are evil warlords!”

    “It was a package I was bringing to a lord!” The merchant told in the grasp of voice, about to pass out.

    “We need to leave and fast! Or else you and I, we’re screwed! Screwed!” The ferryman yelled, hoping for any winds that could take them away.

    1. RVMPLSTLSKN Avatar
      RVMPLSTLSKN

      It’s an interesting sense of dissonance. The ferryman is so often a form of death that it takes a moment to fully grasp that the merchant isn’t dead or dying. He’s simply terrified of just that and all because he accidentally insulted his hosts.

      I would advise you to ease up on the exclamation points. There’s fourteen of the little marks in there. (By contrast, you’ve got four question marks, two ellipses and eighteen periods.)

      Also, you refer to the “smoke of his pimp.” Did you mean ‘pipe?’

    2. Twangyflame0 Avatar
      Twangyflame0

      I find this story incredibly funny. I want to imagine this in an almost Ghibli style of animation where the characters have over the top reactions and faces. I would like to imagine the vampire on the island finds the book and isn’t even mad, just disappointed and the misinformation being spread about their kind. This was a wonderful story and I am glad I world swapped with you. Very well done, Lari.

    3. Calliope Rannis Avatar
      Calliope Rannis

      This is a great story! Like with Rvumple, I too was 100% expecting this to initially be a Charon scenario upon the River of Death, and was pleasantly suprised when this turned out to not be the case. That merchant kinda made his own bed though – sure they might both be great customers, but serving both vampires *and* lords looking to reinforce their prejudice against them with misleading texts is a bit of a morally dubious thing in itself.
      And with this, that problem has rather karmically come home to roost – even if the vampires don’t come over to try and murder him (a belief he may hold only due to his own buried speciesism towards vampires), he’s still basically lost a sale to a valuable customer that he is now unable to go back to regain. He may not deserve death, but a bit of humiliation and lost profits? I can see that being a good way to learn a valuable lesson.
      Well done Lari, awesome work! 😀

    4. DesOttsel Avatar
      DesOttsel

      I like the subversion at the start. It really grabs your attention. I will say, it felt a little awkward to have the two characters be so in synch with their thoughts and what the terrible thing to leave behind is. As well as how emotive and panicking they both were. Would have been nice to see them react differently than each other, but the story was still plenty fun.

  19. Gregory Hess Avatar
    Gregory Hess

    Never to open again[Written in GJ Fullers world with permission]
    By Gregovin

    Angela looked around at the blank debriefing room, impatiently tapping her foot. The room was so dull, especially compared to the colorful and interesting world outside. She understood why it was the way it was, but was already yearning to go back out and explore.

    An agent arrived and sat directly across from her.

    “Well, Angela, you did it. The Foundation is proud to have worked with you.”

    “Oh, the Tarasque? It wasn’t a big deal”

    The agent continued. “Would you be interested in staying with us here? We could use the help.”

    “I’m not interested.”

    “Any particular reason?”

    “I need to go talk to Marshie. And the hallway needs me.”

    “Fair. We’re debriefing Marshall at the moment, afterwards you two will be allowed through the stone door”

    “Well, goodbye. Be back soon, hopefully”

    The agent left.

    A few minutes later, she was escorted through the pristine corridors. Then their group was joined by a certain Marshal.

    “Hi Marshie!” Angela exclaimed as she wrapped him in a hug. “I’ve missed you so much!

    Marshall returned the hug. “Me to, but we have to get going”

    They broke off and they were escorted to a room with a locked secure door. The door opened, and inside was a stone door covered in glowing glyphs and mysterious symbols.

    As Angela and Marshall approached, it opened for them. They went through, and the door closed behind them.

    Angela already wanted to go back, but they had spent too long in that world. They needed to check on the other worlds and their homeworld.

    “Marshie! Where should we go?” she asked.

    “Let’s go toward the closet of records, that seems like a good place to check”

    Angela went from marginally excited to severely disappointed. The closet of records was so boring!

    Suddenly, the door they came out of vanished.

    Angela hurriedly brought out her key ring.

    “No No No No No No NO!”

    The glyph key was grey. That world was gone. Dead. Angela broke down in tears.

    1. GJFuller Avatar
      GJFuller

      I love that somber/sad note this ends on. It’s such a refreshing departure from my usual installments of the ‘Infinite Hallway’. Angela’s adventures are usually filled with wacky hijinks and odd settings that my stories rarely show Angela in such a state. I appreciate the route you’ve taken with this piece. It’s reminded me to include some darker, my character building moments for Angela. She needs to go though the fire a few times before her forging is complete.
      Good work! It’s been a pleasure swapping worlds with you.

    2. Oh no! A sad Angie? This is not the Infinite Hallways I signed up for.
      This was a really well written dive into GJ’s world, Greg. As much as I wasn’t prepared for it, I loved the way you ended this on a rare catastrophic failure for Angela. It’s a very interesting take you decided on for your story.

  20. Calliope Rannis Avatar
    Calliope Rannis

    A Flame Awoken From Ash (Worldswap: Froggyquest by Amy Trow)
    By Calliope Rannis

    “Mrrrrrrr…” Froggy stirred in the dust, before breathing some in. “A-ACK-GAH!” she coughed, sitting upright.

    After a minute of coughing, she moved to brush off her face, flinching as her dry skin cracked. Rubbing her eyes, the frog looked around her with horror.

    This place had been a forest, once. But now the ground was coated in ash, and only blackened pillars of wood remained.

    “What…happened?” Everything was foggy, but…she remembered fighting. That she had been scared…angry…

    She remembered fire. A lot of fire. And she remembered it surging from her body, burning enemies and plants alike.

    Her tears left tracks on cracked skin. “Oh…oh no…I-”

    “Mother’s roots!” An urgent voice cried out. “Are you okay over there little one?”

    Froggy quickly turned to see a 6ft tall dark-furred animal running towards her, an array of sharp quills growing out of their back, and wearing a flowery apron. She tried to push herself upwards, but her dry legs wobbled and she collapsed.

    In seconds, the porcupine was there. “Don’t strain yourself dear, you’ll feel better soon!” With some magical words, a cool sensation flowed through Froggy, healing her broken skin. Then the healer helped her upright.

    “Th-Thank you…” Froggy stammered. “…how did you find me?”

    “Oh! I was looking for anyone that needed help after that awful fire. And you, well, you’re the only green thing around for a mile at least.”

    Froggy’s face fell. “It spread that far?”

    “That far, and further. Dammed dragon…”

    “D-Dr-Dragon??”

    “Yes. You already know, don’t you? It’s been causing destruction all across this land…though never as bad.”

    Froggy silently nodded. The healer gave her a careful hug.

    “It’s okay…it’s okay…” She looked back at Froggy, with both kindness and burning determination in her eyes. “My name is Kali, and I swear on both my name and my mothers, that this dragon will never be allowed to hurt you, or anything else, ever again. I will make sure of it!”

    Froggy gave a hollow smile, her guilt and shame clawing behind her eyes, and said “I hope you do.”

    1. Twangyflame0 Avatar
      Twangyflame0

      I can’t help but laugh like a psychopath at this story. Oh how I love dramatic irony. And oh how I love how it is the star of this piece. It just puts a smile across my face seeing this nice, carrying individual care for Froggy, and then mention the “dragon.” Though I seriously want to know how she will ever control the raging inferno she carries. I wonder how many more forest will burn in her wake. Very well done, Calliope.

    2. Lari B. Haven Avatar
      Lari B. Haven

      Oh so sad! Froggie Fire in one of her darkest moments. She must really be suffering about the destruction she had caused, and the worst part of it is that she can’t even tell that was her the cause of all of this.
      I loved how you incorporated Froggies style and world in your writing. A very good story Calliope!

    3. Isa Dragon Avatar
      Isa Dragon

      Oooo, that’s some spicy guilt complex right there. I’m not familiar with froggyquest, but it looks like a fun read! Subverting expectations by having a fire-natured frog is always interesting, but now all I’m thinking is werewolf-parallels, and she just becomes a fire wraith whenever scared or angry, destroying everything near.
      That said- a mile or more radius burn in a… I’m assuming wet forest? Usually burns like that leave skeletons of trees or even living trees if it hasn’t been too dry. To burn a forest to the ground entirely takes some serious heat. That’s some strong magic there, and she was at the epicenter… makes me wonder if anything else survived.
      This is an amazing setup for some dramatic reveals and irony later on, well done.

      1. Calliope Rannis Avatar
        Calliope Rannis

        There are tree skeletons! ‘Blackened pillars of wood’ as I described them. Maybe no living trees, but the forest isn’t entirely flat. Froggy woke up in what was once a natural clearing, so the empty space right around her was just cos there weren’t any trees there in the first place.
        Thank you very much for the review though! I would deffo reccomend Froggie/Amy Trow’s other stories too, hers are great. 🙂

    4. The Assassin Avatar
      The Assassin

      I feel as though this story has a very “cute” aesthetic, though the story itself is very grim. I think the execution was great as always, but I would have liked a tad more context? I just don’t know anything about what is going on aside from a frog burned down a forest. Otherwise a very enjoyable tale, with a fantastic title. (seriously I love the title)

  21. Twangyflame0 Avatar
    Twangyflame0

    Leaving It All Behind (In Laribhaven’s Diemount World)
    By Twangyflame0

    The purple vortex pulsated screeched as tentacles crushed the building. Terrible, unholy, monstrous sounds echoed through the night as the cultists inside screamed in terror. A giant gaping maw opened up and began to indiscriminately eat it all.

    And Kayla watched it all. Her eyes wide, watching the balefire spurt and flair out. Awe and terror filled her being. Shelly stood and began clapping, “Yeah! You go giant fish-thing! You eat those sons of bitches Woo!”

    “Should we really be sitting here watching this?” Kayla looked at the swirling vortex with concern, “Won’t our eyes, like, burn and our rains melt or something like that?”

    Shelly smirked, her confidence never swaying for a moment, “Nah. This guy has only been around for a couple thousand years. You are thinking of the ones that have been here since forever.”

    Shelly sat down beside Kayla and pulled a plastic baggie filled with marshmallows. She offered one up to her concerned friend, “Have one. Eating sweets always makes me feel better.”

    Kayla barely paid attention to her friend, till she felt the squishy goodness against her face and her friend’s endearing but annoying voice. “I know you want the squishy. You know the squishy is good. Squishy is life. Just eat the squishy and–”

    “OK! Ok! If I eat it, will you stop?” Kayla couldn’t but laugh a little.

    Shelly just smiled, “No. You’re stuck with me.”

    Kayla just took the marshmallow and popped it into her mouth, rolling her eyes. She then rested her head on her friend’s shoulder. The memories of the last couple months bubbled up from the back of her mind. The rituals, the sacrifices, the times she hated herself, they all seemed to disappear as she looked on.

    Shelly wrapped her arms around Kayla, “You doing good?”

    “Yeah… just seems crazy.”

    “Heh, love does that sometimes.”

    “What?”

    “What?”

    Kayla felt her facing beginning to blush. “D-Did you just–”

    Shelly scratched her cheek, “Oh yeah, I guess I didn’t mention that.”

    Kayla rested her forehead on Shelly’s, “God, you’re a doofus.”

    “A loveable doofus?”

    “A very lovable doofus.”

    1. Lari B. Haven Avatar
      Lari B. Haven

      I loved this one! Kayla is a demon in my headcanon now. This is story has such life is strange vibes (with cults in the background). I mean nothing like the end of the world to bring two lovers together. Also I kinda like how you hint about a certain young Eldritch teenage boy. I’m happy to swap worlds with you

    2. Calliope Rannis Avatar
      Calliope Rannis

      Aaaaa this is the most adorable apocolypse I have ever witnessed. :3 It is rather cathartic to see the cultists get their inevitable comeuppance, even if it ended the world in the process. Though hey, this eldritch being seems to be a baby one, so maybe someone can still drive a ship into his head and KO him for another few hundred years or so! 😛 In any case, Kayla and Shelly don’t seem to be in any real danger, and they are both adorbs so I am happy that is the case! Even if they are both also evil. XD

      (Grammar Fixes: “The purple vortex pulsated *and* screeched”, and “our (b)rains melt.”)

      Needless to say, my fave parts were Shelly and Kayla’s interactions with each other – especially the very cute scene of trying to convince Kayla to eat The Squishy. And of course, Shelly’s casual confession of love at the end too felt super fitting for her character and was an absolutely precious moment in general. Loved it Twangy! <3

    3. Shaviathan Avatar
      Shaviathan

      Just an average adorable interaction between two close friends as an eldritch monster tears apart the world in the background. Wait you mean that’s not normal? When I was reading this I was picturing something like “MR. Blue Sky” playing over the destruction in the background as these two girls just smile and laugh it off. The dichotomy of the whole situation was handled very well. Not sure what was being left behind here but I loved it all the same!

      Side note: every time the marshmallow was referred to as “squishy” or “the squishy” and due to it being a story involving eldritch monsters and cults, I couldn’t help but picture a squid being shoved in her face rather than a marshmallow.

  22. Looking back from the Pack
    by Exce (set in the Garoloch Universe with Wolfbanes Permission)

    Thin green smoke passed between their feet as they worked. The demon vessels were packaged into leather sacks. Once they were filled with water, they would be buried deep within the glacier, far away from any paths and mountain passes.

    After that relatively clean work, it was time to deal with the real mess.

    Tenloc watched as his men scraped the busted bodies of the nephilim off the frozen rock and into ditches. The wildlife would take care of this in less than a night.

    He massaged his shoulder as he turned around, looking down from the gap in the mountains where they stood into the valley below. Once he wouldn’t have been able to see, but now his vision was clearer. Roofs hidden underneath brush and trees grown to hide the clearings.

    From this distance, he could see only the faintest of movements, having to guess who it was.
    Mothers, wives, sons, and daughters, the warriors who remained behind. How many had grown up since they had left?

    How many had died…

    Tenloc turned away, closing his eyes for a moment before assessing the situation. The pass was almost cleared. Having melted snow over small fires, his men were washing the blood away before it could freeze and leave a handy hint for the others.

    They were almost done here. He was about to turn away and help carry some of the demon sacks when Grauland put a hand on his shoulder. The old man’s face was as stark white as ever, and his eyes were only a faint amber shine between his matted grey hair and bushy brows.

    “I know what it must feel like to be this close. But you know just as well that you can’t go back. When I offered you and your men my wolfsblood to save your village, you knew that door would never be open to you again.”

    “I know.” Tenloc pressed his lips together before lifting one of the sacks over his shoulder. “Now. Let’s make sure those we left behind will be left in peace.”

    1. Calliope Rannis Avatar
      Calliope Rannis

      A nice little double-use of the prompt here – it applies to the cleaning-up of the bodies left behind after the battle, but also the memory of the village left behind long ago too. I am interested in what the Demon Vessels actually are – are they just inanimate objects containing demonic spirits, or are these the bodies those demons possessed? Not to mention, are they cleaning up after a fight between demons and nephilim, or did he and his men fight both of these groups at once? And does the Wolfblood mean these guys are all werewolves? An intriguing set of lore this story provides in any case. Well done! 😀

  23. GJFuller Avatar
    GJFuller

    Dreaming Lost (World-swap: Aleph Null Series by gregovin)
    By Giovanna J. Fuller

    Galatea sighed and laced her fingers together. She pushed them forward to hear that satisfying crack as she stretched. Nothing happened. She frowned, remembering.

    Her office was quiet. The only living things were the abundant flora that could not speak, but grew silently. Each plant residing inside the glass dome was perfectly green with no colored buds or flowers to give the scene variation.

    She had some time before her next appointment, 0.22 hours to be exact. It would be her fifteenth meeting and her last for the solar day. Idly, she wondered what she would do in her 4.77 hours of free time.

    ‘Probably just recharge.’ She tapped her lips with a long, perfectly crafted fingernail.

    “Ms. Cypr. Sir Glossman is ready,” the alarm said with a slightly janky cadence.

    “Thank you,” her own voice box cracked and frowned. She hadn’t noticed it had broken. “Please inform Sir Glossman that I am unwell. I will contact him tomorrow.”
    “Very good, Ms. Cypr.”

    She dug around in a drawer till she found a slip of paper with a series of numbers written on it. She went over to the pod propped up in the corner of her glass office. After typing in the appropriate code, she stepped into a metal tube and prepared herself.

    The pain was hardly noticeable as each piece of her was taken apart. The worst of it was how the whole process made her feel. She felt like she was floating above herself, watching as metal and glass pieces were removed until only a vaguely human spine attached one eye and three quarters of a brain remained.

    ‘How long will it be until those are replaced?’ she wondered bitterly. She couldn’t stop thinking, another side effect of the procedure. She longed for the power outlet in her room. Once she hooked the plug into the socket, she would power down until fully charged. It was like sleep, but she never dreamed.

    She had chosen not to dream since they had replaced her veins with wires and her blood with electricity. What was the point?

    1. Twangyflame0 Avatar
      Twangyflame0

      I feel like the thing this woman left behind was a lot of humanity along with a lot of her flesh. There is this whole I can feel throughout the piece. If the setting wasn’t so mundane I would dare to say this piece borders on horror. It feels normal but not. I feel like I’m traveling through the uncanny valley while reading this piece because this woman has inextricably human emotions but is nearly isn’t human. I am very intrigued by this woman. Very well done, GJ.

    2. RVMPLSTLSKN Avatar
      RVMPLSTLSKN

      Bravo! I very much like that there’s no twist ending, just deep characterization. Even then, the last paragraph is foreshadowed well by the unusual demarcations of time.

      There is, unfortunately, a lot left unanswered. Why is she dismantling herself; just a voice box replacement? How visible is transhuman state? Ultimately, these sorts of questions aren’t necessary for the tale you’ve told, but they are the details that turn a work from micro fiction to short story.

    3. Gregory Hess Avatar
      Gregory Hess

      Really good stuff! I really feel bad for Galatea, she could have so much better, but is clearly being manipulated. Glad to have worldswapped with you

    4. This was really good! I really like the sort of sterilized take on this world, this piece takes. It takes the fantastical, and makes it normal in a way, and with a style, that is so reminiscent of 2001 a space odyssey’s first space scenes. The worlds feels real, lived in and the problems feel mundane, but important in a relatable way. It matters to her that her humanity has been reduced, but she doesn’t really see any other way forward. Very interesting take on this universe!! 😀

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