Writing Group: Mother of Monsters (PRIVATE)

Hello, monsters and matrons.

Children can be such a handful, can’t they? With all that energy, lack of volume control, and needing to be told over and over to keep their squirmy limbs to themselves. But such is the life of motherhood. Let’s see how well you can handle these little rascals, because…

This week’s Writing Group prompt is:

Mother of Monsters

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Who would have thought a prompt could sound both scary and wholesome? Leave it to this wonderful group to, as usual, subvert expectations. The key terms here, “mother” and “monster”, are both so flexible for interpretation.

In the spirit of the season, we here at the Foundry would like to issue you talented writers a little challenge for this week; try to keep things in the realm of spook. 

With a prompt like this, we could have Eldritch mothers just going through the day with their Eldritch children, or a werewolf mother trying to tame and control her very energetic pups. It could be a vampire mother teaching her child how to feed, and possibly even having to coddle them when they almost lose control. It could even be a human mother who has adopted a child, only to find out her child can transform, or fly, or eats raw meat, or anything that a non-human baby would do. Or perhaps the child is also human, and just very rowdy and rambunctious. Maybe the mother of monsters is literally just the crazy cat lady next door.

It may not even be a real “mother” at all, but something that people look to for guidance. A revered woman leading her cult of darkness. Maybe the mother is a powerful sorceress that controls many beasts, possibly even creating said beasts herself from the elements around her. Perhaps, much simpler, the caretaker of a zoo of magical creatures. Or the warden of a prison where monsters, whether literal or metaphorical, are locked up for the world’s safety. Perhaps it’s even a daycare for monsters and humans alike, and the carer has her hands full trying to have them all get along.

Whichever mothers of whichever monsters you decide to introduce us to, we look forward to the wonderfully spooky tales that will rise up from this prompt.

Just watch the tentacles, will you?

—Shawna

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76 responses to “Writing Group: Mother of Monsters (PRIVATE)”

  1. Ink
    By Derek McEldowney (Deviacon)

    She found her way to me in a trance. Well, through the trance writing I do by hand. It’s supposed to be a meditative practice of stringing one word after the other, not knowing the next. Watching the flow of ink always relaxed me. Somewhere within my muddled rambling words, a distinct voice began to bleed through and make itself known.

    She’s in the ink. She’s the life that guides the pen, guides my hand. I can hear her melodious hum in every drop. She’s calling to me. She wants me, and only me.

    I no longer write to share my words, but only to find hers.

    I keep her close to me any way I can. With scores of pages around me bearing her glistening ebony words. With the pen I carry with me. With the ink well I keep at my bedside table.

    She visits me in my dreams. Whispering in my ear, tonguing my brain, caressing my thoughts.

    I can’t bare the existential rift. I need her closer, I need to feel her.

    The hum of the ink well goads me enticingly from my hesitation. I need to taste her. As I bring the ink well to my lips, a wave of ecstasy washes over me, flows into me in every sweet obsidian drop.

    I can’t hear her anymore, but I can feel her inside of me. Twisting and churning my nerves around, inside my stomach.

    I trust her.

    It feels like my insides are being twisted and rearranged. Cracking and popping and stretching under my flesh.

    I love her.

    It feels like my insides are going to burst.

  2. The Assassin Avatar
    The Assassin

    Sorrow
    By TheAssassin

    Through the dust and sand, the woman trod alone. None came to help her, for in their eyes simmered only scorn. Not even pity came as she passed the people she might’ve once called friends. They knew of her, but they knew also of her son, and well, after what he’d done…

    Weeping, she entered the jailhouse looking for him. She knew what he did, but maybe…

    No.

    She understood why she came.

    Hidden in the darkened corner, rocking back and forth on the ground, cried her son: The monster. Her dear son, so earnest, so innocent, so pure. Once. What kind of broken world can turn someone so good into something so wicked?

    “Arthur? My son?” She said, hesitant and mournful as if her son had died already. In his spirit at least, he was dead. A poor soul shattered by society and pushed to the edge. His were the sins committed, but this word – it claimed ownership over men such as he.

    “Mama,” whimpered the man, voice hoarse from penitent tears. “Mama, I… Oh mama…” He collapsed into her arms and she cradled him, letting him melt his pain in her warmth. His woe, genuine though it may be, would never be understood by the world. They would hate him forever. He wept and wept in her arms, holding her tight. He truly regretted what he did. Maybe hope still remained…

    No.

    She understood why she came.

    “Arthur,” she said, looking into his wide, teary eyes. “My sweet boy.” She smiled weakly.

    “Mama, I messed up. Oh mama, I messed up so bad!” His words came laden with sobbing. “Mama, can you help me? I wanna get better mama, please…”

    She rubbed his back and kissed his forehead. “I’ll help you, my sweet boy, don’t worry. I’ll help you”

    She understood why she came: To help him.

    She stabbed him in the gut.

    He looked up at her confused and betrayed.

    “I’ll help you, son, by saving you from yourself”

    There is only one way to help a monster and it doesn’t come from love.

    1. DesOttsel Avatar
      DesOttsel

      Oof, that was a punch to the gut. Your foreshadowing was good. I saw where it was going from the second “No”, but what surprised me was that the release from the world was framed less as an easing his burden, but something that must be done to all monsters. It’s an interesting paradigm you’ve created. The monsters are both created by the world and representation of its influences, but they’re also no longer fit for the world once they succumb. There’s no redemption, there’s no room for love or pity for them, they must die, and even a loving mother comes to this answer. Great story, and interesting ethics.

    2. Well that was a heartbreaking tale. The setup of this pathetic man, hardly even himself anymore is well played. It immediately ties to the prompt very clearly. And for a brief moment I was actually left believing there was hope for the poor wretch. But your foreshadowing lingered at the edge and didn’t make that sudden knife any easier to handle. Very well done!

  3. L. L. Marco Avatar
    L. L. Marco

    The Mother’s Den
    By L. L. Marco

    Somewhere deep within the twisting woods and bramble lies a small little town. Those who seek it cannot enter; one must be marked to discover it on their own. Those trespassing are liable to wander in the mist for hours, days, weeks… however long they stubbornly search. These people will succumb to the madness of an endless fog or turn and flee, only to find themselves mere feet from where they dared step in. That is the nature of this town.

    Its people are protected by Her loving embrace and the power only She can possess. Without Her, the town would have surely fallen to the terrified outsiders and their military long ago. Without Her they could not be themselves. They would not be able to truly be free in this world so wrapped up in the morals of life and death and who is deserving of which… to the Enyo’s clan, dying to strengthen Her is the ultimate reward and in return she would grant them a life of true freedom to act on their deepest and truest natures…

    The outsiders are so ungrateful.

    In the town center is an intricate altar. It has begun to crumble with age but the years could not take away the power that exudes from it. The structure itself fluctuates gently, just a slight shift that the untrained eye could not see. Ancient as it was, this altar still breaths with the Shade’s aura. It still breaths with Her. And it is here that she rests until the next Great Moon.

    A pit lines the altar’s edge: an open maw so large it craves to devoir the moon above. But patiently it waits; for within its depths is the one thing the town wishes to protect. Within its belly is the Enyo Herself. The small ghostly husk of a girl slumbers somewhere within its shadows, protected from the eyes of anyone but the moon above. Tonight, She is full and content; each peaceful breath from Her slumbering chest calls upon a gentle wind that lulls the town around Her. All is still.

    1. The Assassin Avatar
      The Assassin

      The style here is fantastic. It’s something original I haven’t really seen much before. It has a very spooky feeling to it, leaving the reader somewhat on edge as they learn of this strange town. I would have complained about the lack of true understanding, but I think that helps. By letting the reader only have a glimpse of the picture it amplifies the unease this town exudes. I just wonder, what happens when Her rest is over and She awakes? I really liked reading this one, thank you for sharing it!

    2. DesOttsel Avatar
      DesOttsel

      Ooo, this is a sequel to that one with the paralyzed boy and priestess. The first paragraph just feels like silent hill. I think you made an interesting exposition dump because it really doesn’t feel like it. The style is very gripping, and the questions it poses makes me want more. The state of the town is interesting because they’re content and don’t realize they’re lambs heading to the slaughter. It’s comfortable life because it’s predictable. Sacrifice one every so often to avoid the possibility of total eradication by raiders and armies, but will this change once the town discovers her true nature?
      This was fun, works good as a prologue or interlude.

    3. I very much got a Lost Woods sort of feel from this, but as an ancient, haunted city, and I really love that sort of atmosphere. The story cultivates this eerie and unsettling, yet calm and serene feeling to it. It really creates a wonderfully haunting tone that matches how you then describe Enyo and her resting place. Very well done!

  4. OrigonStory2000 Avatar
    OrigonStory2000

    Reclaimed
    By OrigonStory2000

    The Battle to the Manor had been brief, but intensely bloody. Christopher stood in the upstairs bedroom with what remained of his soldiers, his sword pressed deeply against the chest of the Usurper.

    “Years of work; finally brought to fruition…” He spoke the words he’d been rehearsing for fifteen years.
    “With one last thrust, I’ll make right what you did to my family all…”

    “What will you do after?” The Usurper interrupted.
    His words caused Christopher to falter, but he snapped back.

    “I will take back what is mine. Everything you stole!”

    “What we stole?” A wet laugh bubbled from the Usurper’s throat.
    “With this act, boy, you have stolen the future! Not only yours but of every person in this Hamlet! ”

    Christopher felt a snarl in his lips. This was not what he had imagined. But the Usurper was not finished.

    “This land was taken from you by men of the soil. They died for the dreams of their children. And how have you reclaimed it? With professional killers, no doubt provided by self-interested nobility; they sponsor you so long as you remain useful.”

    “ENOUGH!!!” Christopher commanded.
    “You will not take this from me! You killed my family, you bastard! We had done nothing wrong!” He roared, pushing harder on the sword. The Usurper winced.

    “You had done nothing wrong, boy. That is why we let you live; Let you escape. The people would never have stopped if they knew an heir still existed, so we told them we had killed you all. A lie, but a necessary one.”

    “I hope your fiction has served you well.” Christopher snarled, preparing for the final thrust.

    “Tell me boy…” The Usurper looked into his eyes as he spoke.
    “If necessity was the mother of my lie, then tell me what shall your hatred mother?”

    Christopher gave no response, except for an angered growl as he drove the sword through the usurper’s heart before the body slumped to the floor.
    He then turned and gazed out to the Manor’s Balcony and beyond, where lay the smoldering remains of his birthright.

    1. L. L. Marco Avatar
      L. L. Marco

      oh my god i love this so much? the dialogue is so strong and really captures the feral rage that had been festering in Christopher for so long. The facts changed nothing, the truth brought no mercy because hate tunnel visions on one goal and one goal alone: revenge. Wonderfully written! <3

  5. Tale Foundry Avatar
    Tale Foundry

    The First Time’s Always Messy
    by DukkiFluff

    “You poor thing…” Higanbana stared at the girl standing in her foyer, the two of them illuminated by the gas lamp in Higanbana’s hand.

    The girl stood trembling, her head bowed and hiding her face from the light. Her hooded mini dress was ripped and torn in some places, though she had no wounds, and her mouth and chest were covered in blood.

    “Did you kill?” Higanbana’s voice was gentle as she stepped forward.

    The girl tightened her grip on the hem of her dress. “I… I d-don’t know…”

    Higanbana lifted the girl’s chin, looking into her ruby eyes. She smiled warmly. “Such beautiful blonde hair. Why do you hide in this?” She pushed the hood down so she could see the girl’s face better. “Do you have a name, child?”

    “Shotori Nara, ma’am…” the girl answered, her voice shaking as badly as her body.

    “Shotori… what a pretty name.” Higanbana wrapped her arm around Shotori’s shoulders, guiding her forward. “Come, we’ll get you cleaned up. If you’re still hungry, I have a supply in the kitchen.”

    Higanbana sat Shotori at the dining table, using a warm cloth to clean the dried blood from her skin.

    “I remember my son’s first feed. It was much messier than this.” Higanbana laughed softly. “He couldn’t control himself. Tore into the poor man like he hadn’t eaten in years. I bet yours fought a lot, huh?”

    Shotori nodded.

    “It’s okay. Even if he’s dead, we have people who can clean that up. Make it look like an accident. You’re safe, little bird.” She smiled. “Oh, look. There’s a beautiful girl under all that mess.”

    Shotori just hung her head, breaking into tears. “I hurt her… I didn’t mean to…”

    “You bit a friend, didn’t you?” Higanbana rubbed Shotori’s back. “It’s alright. She won’t turn. If you only fed and didn’t give her your blood, she’s okay.”

    Shotori clung to Higanbana, who just smiled softly and continued to comfort the girl.

    “It’s okay, little bird. I’ll train you properly to control yourself. You can stay as long as you like.”

    1. OrigonStory2000 Avatar
      OrigonStory2000

      Ooof, that’s some dark stuff. I’ve always found the concept of the child monster particularly effective and disturbing, their undeveloped minds lacking the ability to comprehend and focus the intensely primal and disturbing urges their body experiences. You’ve certainly managed to strike that perfect balance between comforting and disturbing for Higanbana, with the typically maternal fashion she treats such a savage attack.
      Excellent work Dukki!

    2. L. L. Marco Avatar
      L. L. Marco

      this really captured a sense of fear and remorse for Shotori and the comfort that comes with age and experience from HIganbana. You can really feel the dynamic between the two of them, and you did an excellent job giving me just enough crumbs to piece together my own version of what Shotori accidentally did during her first feeding. Good job!

    3. Shaviathan Avatar
      Shaviathan

      It’s very rare for a piece to warm my heart but somehow you pulled it of Dukki. It hits hard how much tender care Higanbana gives Shotori in the wake of such a tragic event and just how accepting she is towards Shotori despite it. It only continues to punch me in the feels the more you learn about the tragedy. You even manage to give us just enough information to be able to picture the incident despite receiving minimal details. There’s also an underlying eeriness to this with just how much is being accepted here and how lightly Higanbana treats the situation, laughing at how messy her son’s first feed was and saying that even if the person was killed she could have people make it look like an accident. Overall this was my favorite submission so far this week!

    4. MysteryElement Avatar
      MysteryElement

      Poor Shotori… You did a very good job of evoking empathy, I just want to give Shotori a big hug and protect her. This felt oddly wholesome for such a bloody scene, with Higanbana taking this young girl under her wing. The way Higanbana handled the situation felt very paternal, speaking calmly and comfortingly, using gentle tones and normalizing the circumstance to calm her down, it was very believable. Well Done!

  6. WolfsbaneX Avatar
    WolfsbaneX

    “Forgotten Origin”
    By Hemming Sebastian Bane

    Warning: the following document is outlawed by Article 3.2 of the Religion Abolition Act. Only theosophers of Rank 3 or higher may possess or study this document. Anyone else is to be punished to the full extent to the law and, by reading this, voids their right to a trial.

    Long ago, the Great Mother, Jaa-ni’i, molded the world from clay and baked it with her breath. Her sweat became the ocean and the scales that fell onto it became the mountains. It was hers, and she loved it. After it hardened, Jaa-ni’i walked upon its surface. She couldn’t bear to see it bare, so she sculpted the rivers, the trees, the flowers, and even the clouds. However, the Great Mother was still unhappy. She experimented with sculptures that could move, animated by her breath. Jaa-ni’i made all sorts of animals: fish, birds, snakes, deer. Yet she still felt something was missing.

    So Jaa-ni’i worked on what she considered her magnum opus, the first woman. The Great Mother was happy and gave her the name Ind. Now Ind was different from humans today, able to give birth without a partner. So, she gave birth to many men and women, some dark, some fair. However, one son was special to Ind, her firstborn Jaan.

    When Jaa-ni’i saw Jaan, she immediately fell in love with him and begged Ind to allow her to marry him. Ind told Jaa-ni’i that only if she and the rest of her children were given the world as a dowry could she marry Jaan. The Great Mother agreed. Thus the first wedding took place, and Jaa-ni’i swept her husband up into the heavens to build a new home.

    In the Great Mother’s absence, the sons and daughters of Ind laid waste to her world, fighting each other for resources and stripping it of its beauty. However, Jaa-ni’i had a family of her own in the heavens and couldn’t go down to intervene. So the Great Mother charged her nine sons and daughters to subjugate the humans and restore the world. Thus the gods came to be.

    1. WolfsbaneX Avatar
      WolfsbaneX

      Pronunciation Guide:

      Jaan-ni’i: “jah-nee-ee”

    2. jesse fisher Avatar
      jesse fisher

      ‘The greatest monster is man’ is a very worn trope but I loved how you set it up here. Also love the meta story around this, as this is a dangerous page and seem to be hidden from the world. The structure of this was so close to a more authentic text or myth that I could see people pranking others with it.

    3. Gregory Hess Avatar
      Gregory Hess

      Right off the bat, starting with a “scp-esc” document heading, warning us that this information is dangerous. The subtle world building is also great, introducing us to theosophers(which seems like an amalgam of Theology and philosopher). The fact that religion has been banned is interesting in and of itself, though sensible in a world with heavy occult properties which can be brought out be even the un experienced through religion. Cool story!

    4. Tale Foundry Avatar
      Tale Foundry

      Ooh I love this take on the prompt!! It’s like you’re weaving your own mythology and it’s soooo good!!
      This honestly reads like it’s straight from a book. The word choice, the tone, everything feels like you tore a page out of some ancient dusty tome and retyped it here, probably after translating and copying the page you stole.
      This is a fantastically written piece, Wolf. And the warning at the top is so fitting to it, too! I do fear what you’ve just done to all of us though… I’m not going to be arrested, am I? XD
      Well done, Wolf, as always~

    5. Daaamn thats one awesome creation myth! Equating unchecked humans with monsters is a nice twist!

      The Legal warning infront guve the entire thing a feeling like a mix of Intelligence Report and forbidden lore.

      I do wonder what implication it has that the nine gods are half human.

      Excellent story!

    6. MysteryElement Avatar
      MysteryElement

      This was so well done! The entire document says so much about the world and the possible cultures stemming from it, it makes me curious about what is behind the scenes. It also has a very similar pentameter and structure to other mythos, it is easy to believe in what it is supposed to be.

  7. Allure
    By NocteVesania

    Being an awkward loser, I was comfortable living along, but with my old college friends finding love, I eventually found myself feeling lonesome in my empty apartment. So, after hearing about online dating, I went and tried it out.

    That’s when I found her profile. Her long black hair was accentuated by her alluring blood-red lips. Her bright green eyes stared at mine with a sense of want. She was calling me. I mustered up my courage and sent her a message. She replied, and, after some back-and-forth, we were making plans for dinner.

    We met up at a nice restaurant. She had a shyness in her voice, but I assured her I wasn’t planning anything weird. She laughed while I slightly died inside. She later offhandedly mentioned her ex-husband. When I pressed on, she refused to say more, calling him a devil and changing the subject.

    She asked me how I felt about kids, and I told her I liked them. She confessed she has two precious little angels. I said I’d love to meet them. She smiled coyly.

    After dinner, I offered to take her home. I ordered a bit more food to go. “For the little ones,” I said. After all, I needed to impress her with my thoughtfulness. Looking back, I probably could have done that in a more normal way.

    When we got to her doorstep, she offered me to stay the night. I refused, saying I might disturb the kids. She smiled and said they’re probably still awake.

    She opened the door and called out. “Kids, mommy’s home! I brought dinner!”

    The “dinner” part should have rung some bells in my head since I’m pretty sure it was 2 in the morning. It was too late when I saw them, those nasty little ghouls, sprinting towards the doorway. I tried to scream as they dug their sharp nails into my leg and pulled me inside, but she had already pushed the door shut.

    The last thing I remember was seeing her lick her blood-red lips. “Thanks for dinner,” she said in a sultry voice.

    1. Gregory Hess Avatar
      Gregory Hess

      This dude seems so lustful at the start, and he pays for it. I like how you took the prompt literally, making her a mother of monsters. It’s a nice detail that the father is the devil. It’s unclear whether she acts the way she does because her kids need to eat people or if there is some malicious aspect, but it doesn’t really mater. This is also very monkeys paw. You want to go on a date? Well, it’s with someone who wants to eat you.

    2. Tale Foundry Avatar
      Tale Foundry

      Welp. Hope his last meal was something he enjoyed XD

      Fantastic story, Nocte. You drop so many hints all the way through, and they all work perfectly at the end. You don’t pick up on it right away, just like he didn’t, and it’s magnificent.

      One little thing: I think you meant [living alone] in the very top line, but it says [living along].

      Other than that, the pace was great, the twist was awesome, and overall it was brilliant. Well done, Nocte~

    3. William Maitland Avatar
      William Maitland

      Ohohoho! Delightfully devilish!

      I’m uncertain exactly what kind of demon or monster the woman in question is, but you fit the prompt to a T. That poor fellow, dragged to his death at the hands of some cannibalistic ghoul-children! I love how the air of mystery is maintained just long enough, especially accounting for the fact that he DID bring dinner with him, in the form of that little bit of extra food. Little did he realize that he’d be the main course!

      Stellarly-done, with a shocking reveal right beyond the point of no return!

  8. Gregory Hess Avatar
    Gregory Hess

    Monster sculptor[Aleph null science fiction]
    By Gregovin

    A beeping noise emanates from my phone. Pulling it out of my pocket, I find that I have a notification. It appears I have a commission. I look through the details.

    > Purchaser name: Omala Patterson
    > Type: full display animation
    > Size: 10X10X10
    > Output desired: 3d Animation and 3d models
    > Rights requested: Display and make monsters according to model, non-commercial
    > target space: See attached image
    > Time due: 10/29
    > Restrictions:
    No spiders(level 2 phobia)
    Clear open path(see image)
    > Other: I hope my daughter enjoys a very special halloween this year! Try not to make it too scary, they are 10 years old.

    Oooh, that’s interesting. Looking at the image, I can see they want it for their lawn, and that they’ll need a path to the house. It was really nice of them to demarcate that. I’ll accept it, I have time.

    I sit down and put on my VR goggles. After adding a filter for spiders, I got started. There were plenty of monsters to base my work on, so I started with something simple. A quick dragon would do to start. I sculpted the dragon model I wanted, it was relatively small for a dragon due to my goals.

    What else did I want… hmmm… Maybe an undead? Not sure about that, I’ll add a default vampire in the environment, if I need it I’ll sculpt it later.

    Oh, I know! Something to “protect” the people from these terrible monsters. I think a glasslike transparent material would do wonders to make the projections feel less real. I add a little glass box around the monsters. Perfect, a monster aquarium.

    Let’s see… weeping angel or one of its derivatives? Yes! I start modeling something for it.

    I add some bats and some customized undead. Ok, now time to place and animate.

    I move around the models with my mind, the dragon goes on one side, there’s undead on the other, and all the other stuff goes in other places. I’ll have to keep working on this tomorrow.

    1. jesse fisher Avatar
      jesse fisher

      Now that is a great take on this. Take the lawn decoration to an AR level and making it real. I love how you did the thought process, as well what monsters you want to focus on. The monster aquarium idea is something I have not seen beyond like an SCP site. All in all very good.

      1. Gregory Hess Avatar
        Gregory Hess

        best part, it’s all virtual holograms, and this whole thing is probably for a random family somewhere

  9. William Maitland Avatar
    William Maitland

    Mother Knows Best
    By William Maitland

    Levni looked at himself in the mirror, all dressed for school. The leather satchel hung heavy on his shoulder, filled with all the essential supplies; books, pens, his good-luck birch, and… weirdly, a small saddle. Why did she insist on him packing this? Is there some sort of cavalry class, in place of conventional exercise?

    An empty dress appeared behind him. It started approaching, slowly.

    “Hey Mom,” he said.

    “Levni, my boy! Look at you, you’re like a grown man!” She scooped him into a big hug, his lanky limbs trailing behind him like flags.

    “Mom, I’m 19! I would HOPE I look like a grown man by now!” He laughed, his breath a tad strained under the sheer force of her hug.

    “Sorry, sorry,” she set him down. “I’m just so proud of you! You’re going to do wonderfully, I just know it.”

    “Are you sure this is the right school for me, Mom?” He looked down at his feet. “I’m not sure I’m cut out for this line of study.”

    She beamed a pearly-white smile. “Levni, you’re family.”

    “I’m adopted.” He smirked, fighting a chuckle.

    “Sometimes we choose our family! That doesn’t make them any LESS family, does it?”

    “Heh. No, no, I suppose not.”

    “Anyway, I’ve already spoken to the school council. Some of them were in my graduating class. They know me, and they know that any son of mine is a match-fit for the field. Besides, they loved your essays.”

    His face burned red. “You showed them my writing?!”

    She laughed. “I said they LOVED them. Why be embarrassed?”

    “You KNOW I’m self-conscious… did they really? You’re not just telling me what I want to hear?”

    “When have I ever done that?”

    He looked at her absence in the mirror, and then back to her pale face. “Not a once.”

    “Good. Now, one last thing you need. You ready?”

    He tilted his neck, and smiled. “Let’s get this done before I change my mind.”

    Her teeth sank in, and stung. Everything went cold.

    Time for school.

    1. OrigonStory2000 Avatar
      OrigonStory2000

      Oh, this started off very “Scooby-Doo and the Ghoul School”, but this went a lot darker than I was expecting by the end. I’ll admit, I forgot that submissive indoctrination to monsterhood is a trope in horror fiction since it’s been subverted and used for comedy in kids media so many times at this point.
      I think what helps the piece have such a disturbing whiplash by its conclusion is that you’ve managed to successfully flesh out that mother/child relationship so convincingly in only a few hundred words. I genuinely believe Levni loves his adopted mother, and she, him. And the transparency with which they both address his non-monstrous nature seems to be evidence she loves him enough not to lie to him.
      It’s a very strange, yet genuine relationship, and getting all that to word in such a short space, all I have to say is Bravo!!!

  10. jesse fisher Avatar
    jesse fisher

    A Monster’s Parent
    By Jesse Fisher Edited by Lunabear

    This was not right…how could this be right? The blood was too much. It seemed like a butcher shop drains had been clogged but the workers just ignored the river of crimson as it grew higher. The talons on my… Why are my hands in a bladed state? The cuts are deep yet there is no screaming. My yellow eyes traced the…no this has to be a dream.

    Feathers coated with blood split down the body; small, moving shapes seemingly under the surface. That is put to the back of my mind as I look at her face. Pain is absent; only a smile regardless of the crimson splattered on her face.

    This is what I caused her to go through, what monsters I created from her.

    —-

    The navy wolf leans over the bloody form as small movements are seen under the form. Beyond this scene, a metallic sand yellow dragoness watches over this and feels a pang of sadness form what she sees.

    Walking over, she lays a claw on the wolf’s shoulder, causing him to jolt up. More crimson flies off and lands on the dragon.

    “Why didn’t you stop me?!?” The wolf roars in both rage and tears. “Stop this from happening, Oleander!”

    “Just ’cause I have reign over it does not mean I can stop your mind creating this.” Oleander replies as she watches the wolf falling to his knees. “Demon, this will not happen.”

    “I’m a monster; I will only breed monsters.” Demon stares into his hands shaking.

    “We are all monsters, grump.” Oleander speaks as she kneels down to hug him.

    1. Oof, that’s pretty rough. I love how the first half is framed as a peek into what Demon sees and thinks. The confusion Demon feels is easily relatable with readers, giving them a feeling of fear and mystery. This all builds up to the second half, which focuses on what happened (or, rather, could happen) and why that is. The fear Demon feels is very human, which you’ve conveyed beautifully. Good job!

      1. jesse fisher Avatar
        jesse fisher

        thanks, Luna did some word clean up so credit to her on that

  11. MysteryElement Avatar
    MysteryElement

    They are Mine
    By MysteryElement

    I am wrenched from the nightmare with such violence I find myself sitting upright on waking. Struggling to fill my lungs, my chest tight from either too much or too little breathing, I leave my rumpled comforters and walk through the darkness with practiced steps. Light blooms across my studio with the flick of a switch, hurting my tired eyes, showcasing many canvases which I ignore as I take my seat. I could not look at them. I had to keep the image of my terror pure.

    I try my best not to fully wake, not yet, as I accumulate the colors I need and begin painting. I have always struggled with nightmares, visceral nightmares. Some of my friends over the years have called them night terrors, and they may be right, but naming them did not stop them from coming. Casting my brush across the canvas, the colors this time vivid and the strokes harsh, it creates an almost savage image.

    I had started painting them when the images followed me into my waking hours. Whether gore, fear, unsettling or any other kind of terror, the memories would haunt me through my day bringing tremors to my hands and tears to my eyes without warning or precedence. Painting them, giving them a physical shape, felt almost like expelling them from within me.

    I finish my newest creation with a sigh, and regard with a calculating eye. I feel satisfied with the visage and the likeness to my nightmare I have conveyed. I cast my eyes across my other creations with a possessive pride, the macabre display of my fear and terror taking up almost every empty space on the wall. I would have to make room for this one.

    1. Calliope Rannis Avatar
      Calliope Rannis

      Ah! This is a really cool interpretation of the prompt! Instead of keeping the nightmares buried inside them to fester, the painter gives them a new, more solid form as artwork instead. It reminds me a lot of what HP Lovecraft at least sometimes did – some of his stories were straight up translations of his nightmares onto the page, or so I remember reading anyway.

      I also find it interesting how vague the actual description of the art is, though understandable of course. It leaves a lot up to the imagination, of how varied all the horrors upon their walls must be – and especially what it must look like to outsiders, assuming the art is something they can parse at all. Great work Mystery! :3

    2. WolfsbaneX Avatar
      WolfsbaneX

      I really like this concept for a Mother of Monsters. I also find this incredibly relatable. I also like how you’re incorporating the idea of “give something a name and it’s not as scary”. A Mother of Monsters doesn’t have to be an Echidna or a Shib-Niggurath; she can just be someone who doesn’t want to be scared anymore. Nice job!

  12. Shaviathan Avatar
    Shaviathan

    A New Mother
    By Shaviathan

    “Filthy rotten creature!”

    Lilith awoke to the sight of an axe descending towards her head. She screamed and rolled away as it sunk into the ground. Clawing her way through the snow on hands and knees, she scurried for any semblance of escape or protection from this hatchet wielding madman. A kick to her ribs tossed Lilith up against a nearby tree, resulting in a ricocheting pain through her torso. As she tried to force herself up she was struck again by a kick to the face. This time a boot kept her pinned to the tree.

    “Foul abomination, I saw what you did with that corpse!” The crazed man yelled, a burning hatred consuming his eyes. He raised his axe as he spoke, prepping the final blow. “I’ll make certain you never get the chance to plague this land!” As the axe descended Lilith let out a final scream and squeezed her eyes shut.

    Suddenly she felt the weight of the boot lift. She heard snarling and the grunts of the man. The grunts shortly shifted to cries of pain, and then to screams of terror. The man’s screams soon turned to a gut wrenching gurgling noise and then silence. Lilith opened her eyes to see a mangled wolf ripping out the man’s throat. The wolf turned its head towards Lilith, revealing its shredded maw and a pair of violet eyes. Lilith burst into tears.

    “Do not cry child,” The familiar serpentine voice whispered. “I am here for you.”

    Lilith looked up in shock. The voice wasn’t in her like usual, instead it came from the wolf. “They’ll never accept me, will they?” She asked the voice, finally calming down.

    “Well if they won’t accept you, then why not make them fear you?”

    Confused, Lilith tilted her head. “How would that help?”

    “Child, fear can lead to respect. Some of the most revered creatures are monsters.” Maggots and fresh blood flowed from the wolf’s maw as it spoke. “If they will not accept you, then make them accept. Become something they can fear. A mother to all monsters.”

    1. Calliope Rannis Avatar
      Calliope Rannis

      Poor Lilith. From the little context I know, there’s no way she deserves to be treated so viciously as that – and yet the motivations of the ‘madman’ and his actions are clear as day too. To him, he only sees a zombie, and the corpse it killed. So it’s kinda a tragedy all around really.

      But of course, that’s not how the story ends. Because whatever she did to the wolf before, it reanimated the corpse, and now something that was once part of her now lives as a seperate entity. And unlike Lilith herself, the voice of this being knows of the world, of the true nature of things, knowledge that it uses to steer the girl away from her innocent wanderings into a more intentional form of malice…

      The action and imagery here are great – a highlight was the progression of sounds from grunts to hideous gurgling as the wolf defended Lilith from her attacker. Not to mention how grotesquely ugly you make the wolf-corpse too. The mental image of blood and maggots dropping from their mouth as they spoke is something truly nightmarish to think about. It’s a testament to how warped Lilith’s worldview already is, that such horrible sights are normal for one such as her.

      Great story, well done! 😀

  13. Matthew David Randolph Avatar
    Matthew David Randolph

    A Humble Request
    by Matthew (Handsome Johanson)

    To whom it may concern,

    Some of the more astute observers among you may have noticed an uptick in the amount of robot invasions recently. I must assure you that resistance is futile. My babies are tough and will not show any mercy. It is better for you to just quit now, while you are ahead.

    You may have repelled the first invasion, and the second invasion, and the third invasion, and the fourth, BUT YOU SHALL NOT REPEL THE FIFTH. My fifth generation of robots have less exposed self-destruct buttons, no on/off switches, higher kill limits, correctly installed inertial guidance systems, AND a cooler and more intimidating exterior. There is nothing you can do to stop them now!

    Some of you have asked: “Why? Why are we being attacked by a very attractive and very smart woman and her army of beautiful robots?” Well, I shall tell you. Let these words fill your heart with grief and push you to make the right decision: immediate surrender.

    When I was young, I was a very ambitious girl. To get ahead, I did what the other kids were doing: I would try to take their students’ lunch money, I would call people names and I would start fights. But I was too small to ever make a difference. I people looked down on me instead of treating me like the queen I am.

    A very sad story, I know. If you wish to surrender now, I won’t blame you. If you are truly heartless enough to continue resisting, I have only this message to give you:

    I AM NO LONGER TOO SMALL TO MAKE A DIFFERENCE.

    With my fifth generation of kill-bots, there is no possible way you can resist me! Please send all surrender requests to YourNewQueen@gmail.com.

    Thank you for your cooperation.

    Signed,
    The Mechanatress

    1. William Maitland Avatar
      William Maitland

      This was such a fun read! I don’t think I’ve read an entry in this writing group so far that takes the format of a threat-letter, though I might have missed one or two in my interstitial absence. This reads very much like a supervillain’s grandiose threat, even detailing parts of the origin story within said threat. I can’t help but ponder the deeper motives for her actions. Referring to her robots as her beautiful babies, assuming the title of “Your New Queen,” gloating about her accomplishments… one can’t help but imagine she’s in dire need of love and acceptance. Whether or not she gets that gratification from the robot army in question is entirely your domain to explore. There’s more meat to The Mechanatress’ story than immediately meets the eye! Top marks, Matthew.

    2. Shaviathan Avatar
      Shaviathan

      This cracked me up so much! It sounds like the monologue of a villain who has been defeated so many times yet has never lost a shred of their ambition for world domination. You make it pretty clear that she’s an incompetent conqueror as this is not only the fifth army she’s sent, but also the first one where the guidance systems were installed correctly. Not to mention they still have self-destruct buttons! The addition of what she considers a sob story about how she used to be an ambitious school bully but was too small to make a difference in the world also adds further to the humor. A very funny piece that I was not at all expecting! Also please tell me that email works, because that would take this piece to a whole new level.

    3. WolfsbaneX Avatar
      WolfsbaneX

      I always enjoy comedy and horror being combined; the cheese is just the metaphorical cherry on top. The idea that this conquerer with legions of robots at her command is socially inept is hilarious. It really explains “why robots”. The funniest part is that she gives out her email address. All in all, very funny. Nice job!

    4. GJFuller Avatar
      GJFuller

      I love this! This was funny and farcical. I like the introduction the most. It felt like the parody of a PSA before it evolved into wacky shenanigans.
      Well done!

  14. Twangyflame0 Avatar
    Twangyflame0

    For the Greater Good
    By Twangyflame0

    For the Greater Good.

    Such a phrase is espoused by either fanatic zealots or selfish dictators, and rarely is it spoken about by those with good intentions. It is more common for the creature that speaks of protecting all to simply control its own environment. If they claim the ground which everyone wishes to stand on, then everyone will grovel at the claimants’ feet. It is a simple fact of any creature with a modicum of intelligence and a will to thrive. This is why Hagent never made creatures. He made monsters.

    As the head of the last bio-manufacturing plants from the Old Age, he had a duty to please his matriarch. She had molded him in the furnace of his womb, so it was only right that he exceeded his dozen other siblings.

    No…

    He had to do more. He needed to ascend higher than all of them. He needed to rule next to his mother. He knew the formulae of genetic modification. He could force an orc to evolve into an orlog three times ahead of its natural cycle. He had made the most stable ogres of his species in decades. In all truth, he should have already reached his goal as patriarch to Clan Gentek.

    However, he did live among intelligence. He lived with his fellow rats, who gnawed and clawed their way through life. Who watch the entrance to the warrens with guns loaded and knives sharpened. Who sat in their homes, fearing the day they might catch the plague as well. Who tried to bring Hagent down from his greatness and drag him through the muck.

    They all knew working together was needed for survival. They all knew that a cure would be the thing to bring back their glorious empire. They all knew that the surface-dwellers got closer and closer to discovering their warrens. They all knew what was best. They all wanted to complete the greater good.

    Hagent had one big difference from them. They all believed the Matriarch to be their mother. But Hagent knew she was the mother of monsters.

    1. Calliope Rannis Avatar
      Calliope Rannis

      Hmm, an interesting story this one was. The story of a master geneticist, with a constant desire for both self-improvement and eventual ruling power. And seemingly the only one in the Clan with greater awareness of the Matriarch’s true nature and of the flaw in their greater good philosophy. Interesting in that he seems self-aware of the lies their society is found on, but instead of trying to change it, he just wants to be the one ruling it instead.

      (I noticed a couple things – firstly, “furnace of his womb” should be ‘*her* womb’ right? It’s the matriarch doing this after all. And secondly, “However, he did live among intelligence.” is a line I don’t quite understand the meaning of – the line implies they are all smart, but the rest of the paragraph implies the opposite.)

      It’s been a long while since I read any skaven lore or stories, but their character and personality shine through as distinctly as ever here. Teetering on the edge of their own apocolypse, all scrabbling for every advantage they can, all is as a nest of rat people should be. Good work! 🙂

    2. Ohhh very interesting story!
      It reminds me of a quote i read once:

      ~The lesser of two evils for the greater good. Get a good man to utter either of those phrases and there is noone more eager to begin perpetrating evil

      Echos of things to come. James Islington~

      I wonder if our Geneticists is truly evil, or just driven to act such in an attemp to bring the greatest good with the least evil.

      Very implicatice story! I hope we see more of this Ratempire.

    3. Isa Dragon Avatar
      Isa Dragon

      Yay introspection! This is someone who recognizes that being overzealous can be a bad thing, but looking at the situation at hand described in the second half of the story, his own desperation is justified.
      Most people in fiction, when they think of created life, think of them as slaves, tools, or soldiers- little more than machines. It’s really interesting to read about a character that was made to be a maker.
      And. The lovely feature of rats fearing plague. That’s really cool to think about. Zombie virus apocalypse, from the rat’s point of view.
      There’s a lot unsaid in this story- why does Hagent say he lives among intelligence, fellow rats, but also that they are trying to drag him down and stop him from achieving greatness? Who is the matriarch?
      Though I do have one sentence I don’t understand. “She molded him in the furnace of his womb” implies some logic about possession before birth, or a second ‘him’ in the sentence. Might be something to look at.
      Overall, a little confusing but mostly intriguing. Good job.

  15. Isa Dragon Avatar
    Isa Dragon

    Pass the Roast Third from the Left
    By IsaDragon337

    “Where’s the cumin?”

    “Try the corner cabinet—”

    “Can someone pull the green beans, please?”

    Tiny Joe slithered through the busy kitchen. He was on a mission to find Grandmama. Maybe she was in the dining room?

    “SO—you’re hogging the cinnamon already, Steve?” Cousin Merle lashed her tail, nearly tripping Tiny Joe. He scrambled away to Steve’s spluttering about how it was an appetizer. He giggled. Cousin Steve tried to pretend to be selfish, but he snuck Tiny Joe a whole cinnamon stick once. It was crunchy and tangy when he bit it.

    “Ah, Tiny Joe!” He was suddenly swept up from under the tall-one’s stool by Uncle Marco’s taloned hands. “How is the little terror?”

    “Put me down! I’m a big monster!”

    He laughed. “Run along now, don’t want you lost underfoot!”

    Tiny Joe scampered. Uncle Marco was huge, but he liked picking up Tiny Joe and he didn’t like that. He was a big monster!

    Where was Grandmama? Tiny Joe went for the living room. Grandmama was—

    There she was!

    Grandmama was the oldest family there. She had deep wrinkles in her face, and her hands were thin-skinned and boney. She was wrapped in one of Great-Aunt-Calli’s shed skins, putrid green but warm. Tiny Joe giggled. It almost looked like Grandmama had a lumpy caterpillar body!

    “…and then your old grandmama pulled out the cast-iron frypan, and wacked your great-grandpapy upside the snout,” she told her captivated audience of grandchildren. “He came back the next day with a freshly baked cake, and a new pan. And that is how we met.”

    “Grandmama! Grandmama!”

    “Is that Joe?” She squinted through her glasses.

    “It is!” He jumped up into her lap, claws catching on her dress.

    “I almost didn’t recognize you! You’ve gotten so big!” She laughed.

    “Grandpappy wants you to come to the table, dinner’s starting soon!” With that, Tiny Joe darted off on six tiny wings.

    Sarah pushed herself to her feet, and made her way to the table. If only her mother could see her now—a human in a family of monsters, imagine that!

    1. Calliope Rannis Avatar
      Calliope Rannis

      This was wonderful to read! You wrote a slice of life like I did, and your one is bustling with life and activity and detail. I don’t know if this was intentional, but I liked the age progression journey you had going on – from Tiny Joe, presumably one of the youngest of the children, moving to older cousins and uncles, to finally Grandmama Sarah, the oldest of the family. That subtle progression made the second reading particularly satisfying for me.

      (A typo I found: ‘Great-Aunt-Calli’s shed shins’ – I imagine that last word is meant to be *skins*)

      I also loved how you portrayed Sarah herself, nestled in the centre of a loving monster family despite not being one herself. And now instead of being an outsider, she’s become the foundation for generations upon generations of varied and adorable monster descendants. I could only hope for so fufilling a life honestly.
      Awesome work Isa! <3

    2. Twangyflame0 Avatar
      Twangyflame0

      Ahhhhh, this is so cute! I love all the different descriptions. You give enough to get my mind going but not too much that the text is overburdened. I’m imagining a bunch of different wacky, pulpy creatures that don’t even remotely related yet all treat each other like family. This is such a wholesome piece and in. a very stark direction than one might initially take it. Very well done, Isa Dragon.

  16. Glaceon373 Avatar
    Glaceon373

    The Shepherdess
    by Carrie (Glaceon373) (Give my spot to IsaDragon337)

    She was hand-feeding a felicrow kitten when three loud knocks hit the hardwood door. The animals in her care flinched at the noise: the young phoenix whimpered, the oracle wolf growled a minor chord, and the other animals found furniture to hide behind.

    She set the kitten down gently, stroking its feathers, taking a second to appreciate how its soft purring sounded like a dove.

    When she swung open the door, two town guards stared down at her behind helmets. One held a chain in his hands, which rattled as the creature on the other end of it, a shadow fox, tugged and pulled towards the door.

    “Lady Geminata?” the guard with the chain asked.

    “That is me,” she responded in an even, cold voice.

    “One of ‘ya monsters got out again,” the other guard said with disdain. “Disrup’n the peace.”

    Lady Geminata knelt down and made direct eye contact with the shadow fox. Its body, a black blob which did not hold strictly to one form, had only one defining feature: two glowing white eyes patterned like cut diamonds. They flashed, and shared the events of the past few hours with its caretaker: escaping to explore, then panicking as it couldn’t find its way back, then being chased by guards with drawn spears.

    “You drew weapons when you chased my shadow fox?”

    “It…it could have been a threat, miss,” the first guard said. “Protocol.”

    Lady Geminata sighed and took the chain. “Threatening a creature such as a shadow fox puts you in more danger than it.” She glared up at the guards. “Do not draw weapons on any of my creatures again.”

    “Of—of course, Lady Geminata,” the second guard stammered.

    “Good. Then please, take your leave,” she said as the door was already closing.

    She waited a few seconds to let the atmosphere relax, then she leaned down and removed the chain from the shadow fox.

    “We’ve all had a big day today,” she said to her menagerie of monsters. “Why don’t we start story time a little earlier than normal?”

    The animals cheered in their own unique ways.

    1. Calliope Rannis Avatar
      Calliope Rannis

      Awww, this is an adorable and lovely story, even though it was not perhaps the happiest time for anyone involved. The descriptions of all the animals and their different reactions at the start were so evocative – I could even *hear* the purr-cooing noise the felicrow kitten might have been making. A sound made out of simple enough parts to comprehend, and yet imagining it totally immersed me in this world like very, very few stories can manage.

      The shadow fox was great in imagery and character too – an innocent animal on one hand, but supernatural and potentially dangerous on the other, and your writing did a good job of letting the reader potentially see both sides of the perspective at once.

      Finally, I super like Lady Geminita as a character. Stern and unbending in her principles to the guards, and also caring and thoughtful towards her many animal companions – many of which seem very much sentient and with complex emotions of their own too. I *love* that story time is a daily event for them, and one the animals cheer for too!

      The sounds in general make this piece I think – the dove-purring, the minor note of the oracle wolf, and all the other noises and tones all thematically unify this piece as the collection of many eclectic entities all in one place. Fantastic work! <3

  17. Lari B. Haven Avatar
    Lari B. Haven

    Under a mother’s care
    By Larissa (Lari B. Haven)

    Zoella dragged her own body from the mangrove’s mud, exhausted.

    “Daughter, I came to your aid.” She heard a voice that she only had recollections of.
    “Mom!” She mouthed.

    Zoella’s mother appeared younger and elegantly adorned. The white dress framing her obsidian skin tone, creating a heavenly radiance. She swiftly lifted her from the mud-water like a plume. And embraced her tightly.

    “Am I dead?” Zoella asked under her breath, too frail to utter words.

    “Not yet. But when her infant cries, a mother comes. Even from beyond the grave.” Her mother smiled at her and laid Zoella’s head on her lap.

    The transformation was rough and turning back was making Zoella throw up dark muck stuck in her throat. She felt like her body was crumbling.

    Her mother patiently cleaned her daughter’s face with salt water. Cleaning the sludge from her wounds.

    “Mom, I ran away!” Zoella’s tone was filled with pain. “I was certain that this time I would have it under control. But last night…”

    “The curse had its way. I know.”

    “The thing I become…” Zoella felt a revulsion from the memory. “How can I break it?”

    “Sadly, you can’t. The curse reveals the monsters we have, but shelter away.”

    She threw the rest of the saltwater over her body and Zoella let out painful grunts. The wounds were profound in her torso and legs; the scarring was so brutal, her mother wished it was her bearing instead.

    “What if I turn and hurt them? My family?”

    “It will happen if you keep preventing yourself from turning.” She then gave her a smile once again. “Be strong and accept it as part of you. They will understand.”

    “No, only you can love me as a monster.” Zoella sheds a tear.

    “I always did.” She responded.

    They stare long into each other’s eyes, wishing to stay in that moment, but Zoella woke up soon after. The foamy seawater was washing away the dark sludge that was once covering her up.

    From afar, the gallop of her husband’s horses approached.

    1. RVMPLSTLSKN Avatar
      RVMPLSTLSKN

      Only two ellipses?! Good job Lari! The first one could be an em dash (to show interruption instead of trailing away) but the second is perfect!

      On to the story itself; it’s good. It feels natural, as only a ghost story can. Mother’s first bit of dialogue is clunky, but it works. The end is a good twist. The galloping feels impending, but whether it’s doom or cathartic is unknown and that builds suspense. Suspense is a narrative driver, so this tale feels like a prelude to a larger arch. I look forward to seeing more of Zoella (pronounced Zo-el-a or Zo-ai-a?) and her monstrous, ghostly family.

    2. Glaceon373 Avatar
      Glaceon373

      This piece is great, Lari. I always enjoy reading your stories with Zoella, and this was no exception. Your pacing really kept the piece flowing, and your dialogue was very effective. Your beginning and ending were also beautifully written. I hope Zoella gets to heal after this. Overall, Lari, this is an amazing piece. Great job!

  18. DesOttsel Avatar
    DesOttsel

    A fleeting breeze beyond the wind
    by Gage Jarman

    The note was yellowed and smudged and creased from being turned in hands countless times.

    ‘I regret so much in this short existence. It’s only been several years, but it feels so much longer. My bones have been baked by the sun, laid out in this unfamiliar land. Why didn’t I try harder? The world was in my hands and and and…

    ‘Both sides thought I was a fool. It was blasphemous. A knight, an emissary, a man, uselessly in love with a scyllian princess. I only accelerated the tensions, plucking the strings to hear her sweet music for but a while longer, and I didn’t care. I still don’t care. Was love so wrong?

    ‘Had I been steadfast, enough to bear the tides of the world, would I have still been swept away from her?

    ‘She was stronger than me, and far more kind, but I was selfish. It only caused her grief, and I know it wasn’t wise, but I still care for her. My heart rebelled and left me helpless.

    ‘I only wish I could be by her side once more, to reassure her, to offer her comfort. I fear I’ll have grown old on this island without ever mending this hole she left within me. My love is lost to the wind, and that girl is still alone in that castle.’

    The Scyllian Queen folded the paper back up and neatly placed it away. She sighed and walked into her daughter’s chambers. The princess sat unmoving, staring out the window.

    “He’s dead…”

    “…”

    “Miasma had tainted the island and many succumbed to its influences.”

    “Did you create it?”

    “What would I gain?” The queen said in shock.

    “I’m not sure? Do you think this is peace?”

    “It’s security. There will be no more bloodshed, and they don’t possess the resources to fight another war.”

    “What security did you gain from exiling the only man to not think us monsters? That’s your pride! That’s your subjugation! That’s so cruel…” Tears welled up in the princess’s eyes. “You may rule the country, but I still have a heart.”

    1. RVMPLSTLSKN Avatar
      RVMPLSTLSKN

      This feels part Don Quixote and part Romeo & Juliet. I’m not sure why. It has a definite folkloric flair and it’s well written.

      Some notes on grammar:
      -Most written quotations–i.e. the letter–use apostrophes instead of dialogue quotation marks.
      -Remember to carry on your quotation marks to new paragraphs. (Example below)
      -You’re missing a paragraph break following “Was love so wrong?” (Not a big deal, but it’ll annoy Benji)
      -You used an ellipse to denote that the princess didn’t reaspond to her mother. Word count aside (because I’m sure that was the main factor), this is a missed opportunity at organic characterization. Telling the audience how she didn’t respond would be better.

      Example of quotation marks:
      ‘I regret….
      ‘Both sides….
      ‘Had I been….
      ‘She was stronger….
      ‘I only wish… that castle.’

      Good stuff, Des!

    2. Glaceon373 Avatar
      Glaceon373

      This is really interesting, Des. I really like your angle on the prompt, and the style you used – splitting it in half between the note and the dialogue – helped convey that. I feel so bad for the princess and the knight. Your last line is a perfect ending to a story like this. I see you listened to RVMPL’s stuff, and I can say with confidence that I would have liked it no matter what. Overall, this is very well written, Des. Great job!

    3. MysteryElement Avatar
      MysteryElement

      One must become the mother of atrocities, decisions with terrible results, in order to rule. This is the impression this story gives me in relation to the prompt. It is one of those debates about whether the ends justify the means.

      The question I guess, was this monster born for the greater good or sired by a more selfish emotion? Madness appears logic in the eyes of the handler, self-serving acts deemed heroics in the name of love.

      I do not know if this is what you intended, but it is definitely a thought provoking piece, and I enjoyed it.

      1. DesOttsel Avatar
        DesOttsel

        Yeah, I wanted to bring up a discussion more on whether the end would even be justified. Is it better to risk everything on the chance of a better tomorrow, or take the safe way out. The knight and queen are kind of foils for each other and the princess is caught in the middle. I didn’t want anyone to be right or wrong, but rather, to be able to justify their actions to themselves and others.

  19. GJFuller Avatar
    GJFuller

    The Shadow from Beneath
    By Giovanna J. Fuller

    Laying nestled in the circle of stones and coral were three-hundred-thousand golf ball sized, orange spheres. They were solid, yet had a give to them that made them appear to be merely large orbs of boba. Sonia gazed down at the eggs. Several times she had had to resist the urge to pop one in her mouth for a small snack, but she knew once she started she wouldn’t be able to stop.

    For though they were delicious and full of nutrients, something she was lacking after her difficult labors, she couldn’t spare a single one.

    “My beautiful babies,” she cooed to the black dots wriggling about in the center of the orange balls. With a long, claw-like nail, she picked at the remnants of the last predator that had thought that her progeny would make a good snack. With the single snap of the strange creature’s jaws, the invader was sliced in two with dagger-like teeth.

    It hadn’t been enough. She still hungered. Her mate had been gone for too long.

    Just as she was considering abandoning the clutch in search of food, something broke the surface of the water above her. A box, attached to some fishing line, floated gently down to her. Inside the box was food and a note carved into a plank of wood.

    How many?
    Need more food?
    Be strong.
    Robert.

    Written at the bottom was the symbol her mate had told her represented love. She carved her response.

    3
    Yes. Hungry.
    I am. They will be too.
    Sonia.

    She placed the plank back in the box and gave the line a tug. The box was pulled out of the water, carrying her note to the father. As she ate the provisions sent to her, she gazed down at the great multitude of future Marshmen and Marshmaids. After the eggs had grown to the size of baseballs, half frog-like creatures would emerge. They would have more human DNA than their mother and would be able to do what their ancestors had not.

    They would make the surface their home and dominate the inhabitants.

    1. RVMPLSTLSKN Avatar
      RVMPLSTLSKN

      Oh dang, Robert was a nice twist. This was a fun piece. I especially enjoyed her urge to eat her own eggs. It was a nice way to showcase her animalistic nature.

      I think your first two sentences could be rewritten for brevity while still retaining all the details.

      Also you refer to Sonia as ‘the strange creature.’ I found it distracting. She’s clearly not human, but the aspects of what makes her different come before this.

      Good job!

    2. Twangyflame0 Avatar
      Twangyflame0

      Oooooo, interesting. For some reason, I was imagining this creature as a very large octopus, but this is much more interesting. But I am much much more interested in who in the hell is the father and how they even did the deed. This creature doesn’t sound like it can exist on land very well. I would also like to know the why, because this creature… kind of seems just a little bit evil. Very well done, GJ.

    3. Calliope Rannis Avatar
      Calliope Rannis

      I like this one! It’s rather sinister tonally, Sonia is clearly not subject to human morals or ethics here. As other comments have mentioned, her temptation to eat her own eggs despite all her investment in them is very telling of the beastial aspect she has. After all, mother beasts in the wild, non-social ones in particular, are very pragmatic about eating their own children if they can’t support them properly anymore.

      That said, there’s clearly a more intelligent malevolence to her as well. Robert’s ‘How many?’ question was about how many children she had given birth to right? Three is clearly, hilariously inaccurate in that regard – and while Sonia might not quite understand how maths works, I suspect it’s more a case of intentional deception. To Robert, she’s creating a small family for them both under the sea, while what she’s actually doing is raising a whole army thanks to the sperm donation of one overly-attracted stooge.

      In that sense, it reminds me of how other bestial mothers – insects in particular – consume the father after mating. I think the only difference between those fathers and Robert is that Sonia will wait for her children to hatch first, when he’s no longer useful to her. Great and creepy work here GJ! ^w^

  20. RVMPLSTLSKN Avatar
    RVMPLSTLSKN

    Mother of Monsters
    By RVMPLSTLSKN

    Welcome, reader, though we haven’t time for pleasantries. Never enough, I say, but now especially; so listen close when I tell you that Sara breathed easy at last when the children were pounding on that plastic membrane. To say she felt harried–like you do when you’re late for work so you grab donuts only to learn everyone else started a diet–would be an understatement.

    Sara was on the verge of breaking down, so she blinked away tears. That feeling faded for her, slowly, as the ‘timeout bubble’–so dubbed by the kids–muted their cries for attention.

    She could only just hear them, roughly the same volume as you hear them now. What a wonderful invention, this ‘timeout bubble.’ What a wonderful modern world we live in. It’s impossible, of course, to be hurt by the membrane, so Sara just waves as the tots wale on the bubble.

    Finally, they wear themselves out, get bored or otherwise move on.

    Sara lays on the floor and breathes in the quiet. She hears a sound like knocking on a melon and looks to see Addie, the six year old, stabbing at the bubble with a toilet plunger.

    “What are you doing?” Sara asks.

    “Mom! Are you in timeout?”

    Sara nods.

    “Why‽” Addie isn’t scared, not really, but she feels like her reality is a lie. Adults aren’t subject to the rules of timeout.

    “Because I need it.” Sara says.

    Addie turns away suddenly, the plunger remains on the bubble. The hallway brightens, then fades into shadow again. The kids run toward it, shouting, ‘Daddy!’
    Her husband is home and her peace crumbles into disappointment: she hadn’t made dinner yet. Not that it was expected. Jim would understand and it wouldn’t take long, but she always liked to not worry him with that detail.

    Jim shambles down the hallway, kids on each limb. His head nods as the kids all talk. He’s smiling that tired smile he gets after long meetings and failed late-arrival donuts.

    “I’m so sorry,” she tells him.

    “Can I join you?” He asks.

    And the kids scream as she accedes.

    1. Calliope Rannis Avatar
      Calliope Rannis

      Ah, what loud, relentless, exhausting and adorable monsters children are. Certainly they are very good at making a parent’s life interesting in a variety of ways at least, if with a horrible consequence of getting literally no rest ever.

      I noticed something I didn’t think of on my first reading of this piece – the timeout bubble kinda lightly emphasises the monstery nature of the children, in that they can be bound by rules that (adult) humans do not, such as the power of the Timeout Bubble. And like with fantasy monsters, these rules are often both highly arbitrary, and you are never *quite* sure when the monster is going to suddenly break those rules and go free anyway.

      Cute and heartwarming story overall, lovely job! :3

  21. Calliope Rannis Avatar
    Calliope Rannis

    A Busy Bloodmother (Redeater Universe)
    By Calliope Rannis

    Katarina loved what she did. Watching her young grow up was by far the most satisfying thing in her long, long life.

    But she had to admit that raising four kids within a year of each other was overstretching herself a tad.

    “…and that’s everything about the Etchin bloodline. Now Angus, the Dinah bloodline you might find more interesting-” Katarina paused to snatch a few gulps of blood from the arm of her current donor, a quiet muscular man called Richard. “Thank you dear. Now as I was saying – what do you want Rosie?” she says distractedly, noticing her daughter’s nearby scent.

    “I’m hungry.”

    “Are you going to help feed Amy?”

    “What? No!”

    “Then you can wait for our dinner donor to get here. Richard is for me.”

    A dramatic sigh, and Rosie stomped off. As they faded, Katarina heard a second set of slower, stumbling footsteps. “Becka, you shouldn’t be pushing yourself so hard…” she says, turning around to see her second-youngest struggle to walk across the room.

    “I’m okay mom, I can do this myse-AH!” Her wobbling legs collapsed, but Katarina was already there to catch her fall. “Agh… oh, I’m sorry…”

    “There there, don’t worry,” Katarina comforted as she guided her to the couch. “You’ll be able to walk again soon, you don’t need to rush it.” Leaving a kiss on her daughter’s cold forehead, she returned to the table and Angus.

    His expression was hard to read behind his beard, but his eyes were understanding. “We could find a better time for this?” he said quietly.

    “No no, it’s fine, there’s so much cultural stuff to learn and you won’t want to stay here much longer, we should get these lessons in-”

    An ultrasonic keening pierced into her ears. Amy. She was hungry again.

    Katarina could already feel blood beginning to fill her mouth. Angus coughed politely, a trickle of blood spilling from his own. “You should tend to that.”

    His new mother sighed, holding her head in her hands. “I should, yes.” Then with a quick stride, she left the room to feed her newborn.

    1. RVMPLSTLSKN Avatar
      RVMPLSTLSKN

      I enjoy the quiet moments in larger stories. This feels very much like one such moment.

      The detail of the salivating (instead of milking) when the babe cries is especially telling.

      I’m left with questions. What exactly is a bloodmother? Why does she care so much about bloodlines ostensibly not her own? How can she have have 4 four kids back to back in 2 years?!

      Great job, as usual, Calliope!

    2. MysteryElement Avatar
      MysteryElement

      I really enjoyed this Calliope! You did a great job painting details of the world without outright saying them, making it easy to imagine the setting they live in. The sudden feeding from Richard felt a little out of place at first, but towards the end when I realized she was a mother still feeding a newborn it made more sense to me. Great Job.

    3. The Assassin Avatar
      The Assassin

      I really like the moments in this story. Every small interaction serves to build Katarina’s character and give context to the household’s chaotic vibe. I have no idea what Katarina is or why she and her household swallow blood, but it doesn’t bother me too much since there is so much sincerity in the character interactions. A tiny bit more context would’ve been nice, but this was probably impossible due to the word count. In the end, it’s the interactions that make this a heartwarming story, and for that I love it. 🙂

    4. Isa Dragon Avatar
      Isa Dragon

      Ah, the woes of an overworked mother. I’m assuming this is a vampire family? There’s a lot of lore here if you go looking- I don’t know if ‘newborn’ vampires are turned or birthed, but all children are hungry just the same. I do think it’s really interesting with the salivating blood thing, makes me wonder about the biology that’s going on here. I think older vampire lore is that they can’t produce their own blood, so they eat other people’s to survive, but take that with a grain of salt.
      I do have a few questions- is Angus a husband, a family friend, or the 4th child she’s raising? And the doners she has vising- are they willing?
      I do love the little tidbit “you’ll be able to walk again soon” meaning she was able to walk before… Very interesting, a tiny little slice of life that tells us so much and yet so little. Good work!

  22. Born of War
    By Exce

    Smoke hung heavy over the cracked battlements of the city, and from above, entire streets seemed to be aflame. People scurried about the steadily expanding bedlam below, but there were already plenty of motionless figures among them.

    The observers hid themselves between smoke and clouds, keen to not end up as targets for the roaming soldiers below.
    Finally, the older of the two Angels spoke. “Bringing the two clans of these monsters up against each other was a masterstroke. I was sure they would hold up our conquest for longer.”
    The woman beside him nodded. “From what we could infer, these clans of Red and Black were made for war, meant to take all the weaklings under their wings.”

    Beneath them, an explosion tore through multiple buildings, eviscerating them. A rising plume of fire forced the Angels to move.

    He gave a slow nod, beating wings creating a bubble of clean air. “That explains their tenacity, their ferocity.” His lips quirked in a joyless smile. “Like us, they have been forged by war, but it has turned them into monsters,easily manipulated by those with greater visions.”

    With but a small ploy they had turned a united front of war-hardened monsters into a mob of feral dogs, tearing out each other’s throats.

    The woman cocked her head. “How will we make sure that they don’t just make a bloody peace over the bodies of thousands dead?”

    A similarly hollow chuckle came from the older man. “This war will create hundreds of thousands of blood feuds; there will not be peace as long as the memory of this war of brothers lives on.”
    He pointed beyond the battlements, to the outlying foothills. In the darkness, figures moved away. “They will carry their rage with them, and it will keep this war from burning out.”

    Beating his wings, he moved away from the city.
    “The Monsters will be so busy following their own urges, their own oaths of revenge, that they will never be a danger to us again. And if any of them try alone, we will crush them like ants.”

    1. Calliope Rannis Avatar
      Calliope Rannis

      Intriguing. This story feels like a further-past story for Lumen Orbis. They don’t normally call the humans Monsters… but entities like that one firey barbarian guy exist too. Maybe that person is a survivor of the Red clan mentioned in this story? They certainly share his significant capacity for violence, at least.

      A slight nitpick – while you were trying to have the emotion be intentionally monotonous, using ‘joyless’ twice stuck out to me as a repetition. Maybe one of them could have been replaced with an analogous word instead?

      Finally, the imagery of the destruction was great – both that in the description itself, and also in the dialogue of the angels as they look upon it all. It all really adds to the dire, doomed atmosphere of this scene. Well done! 😀

      1. Ohhh! Edited!

    2. RVMPLSTLSKN Avatar
      RVMPLSTLSKN

      This feels very gnostic to me. Amberian Dawn’s War in Heaven vibes hard here. I especially like that you never state humans are monsters, but it’s an inescapable conclusion.

      You’ve a couple paragraphs in need of a paragraph break (“…longer.” The woman… & “lives on.” He pointed…) as well as a missing space (“monsters, easily”).

      Very interesting story, Exce!

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