Writing Group: Sacred Geometry

Hello, Alchemists and Mathematicians!

Do you really think this will work? So many before you have tried. What if this goes wrong? I just think you should be careful with this kind of stuff. And be sure to double check your work, because…

This week’s Writing Group prompt is:

Sacred Geometry

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Sacred geometry is the idea that there are certain shapes and designs that are directly connected to higher powers, or that certain shapes, numbers, and patterns have a power all their own.

This can be explored in many ways, like someone experimenting with alchemy for the first time and either creating something amazing and falling in love with the craft, or having it go horribly wrong and having devastating consequences. Perhaps an Elder God has discovered a shape they just really like and have decided that shape will summon them whenever drawn on a mirror, but only if it’s the perfect height and width. Maybe it’s even as simple as a parent needing to help their child with their math homework, and finding that the way math used to be taught has been changed into something they no longer understand. 

But there are two sides to every coin, and with sacred objects and ideas come those who would defile such things, like someone taking a symbol that is usually associated with some benevolent being and twisting it to mean something terrible. Perhaps a powerful sorcerer has been scorned by too many, and has decided to use a dark magic that has been forbidden to enact revenge. It can even be someone trying to summon one deity, only to mess up a symbol and summon another who is far less kind.

The amount of ways this prompt can be taken is equal to the amount of symbols that can give inspiration for such a prompt. The only limit is your imagination.

So go forth now, and create something divine.

—Shawna

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Comments

80 responses to “Writing Group: Sacred Geometry”

  1. just an experiment Avatar
    just an experiment

  2. Arith_Winterfell Avatar
    Arith_Winterfell

    “Symbols in the Dust”

    By Arith_Winterfell

    I recited the meanings as I drew the symbol in the dust. A line for the endless horizon which encircles us. An arch for the rising sun. A line divides the sun, a world divided by brother against brother. Two circles above, eyes of the watchers, the twin moons circling. A low growl from the darkness beyond the fire, somewhere beyond the cave entrance. I paused listening, then quickly returned to the next symbol.

    An oval in the dust drawn next. The egg of new beginnings. A jagged line into the oval. The egg shattered by the brothers who feasted on its yolk. Their greed and pride devouring what could have been a new beginning. A people too proud to begin anew. I drew a circle around the egg, then with a swipe of my hand destroyed the image. A world destroyed by those who were unbending. A roar from the darkness beyond the cave, then crackling as the beast clawed against the magical barrier at the cave’s entrance. The barrier was starting to weaken. It appeared as a blackness against the stars, its form blotting them out from view as if the very shape of the beast gnawed at the night sky.

    Feverishly now I drew. I drew the symbol of the beast in the dark, a starving thing born from the egg of what could have been. The circle of the open maw with jagged inward teeth, the devourer of men, mirror of their greed. I turned now to the groaning darkness with all my will and all my fear. Focus now. Focus! I looked up and the barrier collapsed. The beast shrieked as it entered the light. I snatched up the dust from its symbol and blew the dust at it, its symbol dissolving from my hands. Now it was upon me! Then just as suddenly as it came, it was gone. I stood there alone in the cave before my fire. The images in the dust eroding away as if driven by wind, their magic spent.

    1. That was very intense.

      The designs and the spell, or whatever it was, seemed very situational. In a way, it seemed far more expositional than purposeful. We were told a story of, seemingly, why and how this beast came to be…but not really why blowing the dust the pictures were drawn in made it disappear.
      In a traditional way, I can guess that telling it’s story from birth to now and then…dispersing it to dust could end the real thing in a cloud of dust…but it just seems a little too simple and anti-climactic for such a biblical story.
      And yet it also works perfectly.

      One of my favorite book series had a magic system where it basically boiled down to the power being in the person, and it was just a matter of what words or actions they chose to focus or release that power.
      This feels a lot like that. Like the drawing was focusing and drawing the power, and then blowing the dust was the release. With the effect being the obliteration or banishment of the beast. But the power was in her, not the actions themselves.

      Anyway, cool story!

  3. Danny Gilhooley Avatar
    Danny Gilhooley

    The Machine
    By Danny Gilhooley

    The machine sat at the front of the conference room table. It was an intricate little device, one made of interweaving clear pipes and a wheel that spun on its own. Water flowed gently through the pipes, as though there were a stream nearby.

    Dr. Bell started to fidget. It was impossible to keep still. It was the first presentation where he genuinely feared for his life.

    One of the older men at the table, Dr. Lombard, turned to Bell.

    “Dr. Morey would be proud of you,” he said.

    “I doubt that,” Bell said. “It doesn’t feel like anything I should be proud of.”

    “Breaking the laws of nature is no small feat,” Lombard replied.

    Bell looked down at the machine. He started it three days ago. It hadn’t stopped. If anything, it picked up speed.

    “No, it’s not. But I feel I’ve doomed us all.”

    “What do you propose we do with it?” a woman at the table asked.

    “Nothing,” Bell said. “I want to destroy it.”

    Whispers hissed around the room, joining the sound of the water.

    “How many know of this experiment?” Lombard asked.

    “Three of my students. I made them swear secrecy when we first received the grant. With this though, I don’t know how long they’ll keep quiet.”

    Bell shuddered. Secrecy was essential to their group. Dr. Silver got shot for ignoring a vote and leaking an experiment with the press.

    “They’re brilliant people,” Bell said. “I’d be devastated if…”

    He couldn’t finish the sentence. He was parched. He wished he could smash the machine on the ground and drink the water inside.

    Lombard said, “We’ll start with bribes. Faculty positions, cash payments, we’ll waste no expense on this. If they don’t take that, it’s out of our hands. Thank you for bringing this to our attention as soon as you could.”

    Bell nodded and people started to leave one by one. When they were gone, Bell collapsed to the floor. He should’ve listened to Dr. Morey. Nothing good could come trying to finish what he started.

    1. Adrian Solorio Avatar
      Adrian Solorio

      Well done! I really liked the dialogue. You jumped right into it and let it push the story forward. Interesting to think what exactly the machine was capable of if its creator wanted to destroy it. Seems like a bit of a pandora’s box. Good beats too!

      1. Danny Gilhooley Avatar
        Danny Gilhooley

        Thank you very much Adrian!

  4. Chronicles Of The Dragon: Escher Retch
    By Makokam

    The city-like temple they found on the island hidden within the ocean was as painful to the eyes as the mind. Illusions, both in murals and architecture, abounded. Other pieces of architecture seemed to exist only to inconvenience or injure.

    But what the group came across now caused many of them to reel back in true physical and mental anguish.

    The landing they’d walked onto had steps on the left and right, with the ones on the left seemingly going down and the ones on the right going up. But their eyes followed the right steps up to a half landing, into another set of steps going up and left, before going up again…to stop at the same landing they stood on.

    Some of them nearly lost their balance and fell over. One did.

    Jostica however, flinched only slightly and her eyes slowly went from a squint to fully open. Her eyes followed the steps up again. Then she nodded.

    She helped one of her friends up as she walked towards the right set of steps, “C’mon. Let’s keep moving.”

    “Moving where?”

    “Up, of course,” as she started up the steps.

    Most of their eyes followed her up and around.

    As she came back to the landing, most of them were struck with a second round of terrible vertigo. The youngest of them nearly vomited.

    “Are you coming or not?”

    “Coming where?” Thomas asked, watching her start up the stairs again.

    “Up!” she said, but he noticed her voice sounded…distant.

    “You aren’t going anywhere!”

    She stopped near him, though he couldn’t hear her footsteps. She bent over and scooped something off the ground, then held her hand out into the stairwell. “Come here. Hold your hand out.”

    Thomas walked over and did as she asked. She moved her hand over his and opened it, dropping a rock.

    The rock went through his hand and disappeared, only to fall down and through his hand again. It fell down again and this time struck his hand. “Ow! What the fuck?”

    “Now hurry up. We can’t just hang around here forever.”

    1. Lol! I hope whatever they’re going for in this dungeon is worth it. And that if someone was hired to magically clusterfuck this place that they were paid well because it seems very effective. I am curious how Jostica thought just telling everyone to go up would be helpful if she knows that they’re still seeing illusions and she’s the only one who isn’t.

      Though her irritation with the normies is pretty entertaining to read, but it would probably be incredibly frustrating to the others lol. Good thing they have her though or they’d all be boned.

      1. I’m glad you liked the story!

        Nobody was hired specifically to do this, it was the work of ancient people worshiping an eldritch being.

        Honestly I don’t know if Jostica could have explained or proven it to them without going up the steps anyway. It’s not something she’d have been able to just dispell or wave away.

        Jostica is definitely frustrated with most of her team, especially with the one who is a much more experienced magic user(though she’d previously admitted this is closer to Jostica’s specialty than her own), but it’s much less them not understanding what’s going on and more them not trusting her.

        Granted, this whole place is FUCKED and they’ll probably come across worse stuff before they get to the heart of it at which point they’ll HAVE to just take her at her word like the blind following the partially sighted.

        Like that one episode of B:TAS.
        You know the one.

    2. i-prefer-the-term-antihero Avatar
      i-prefer-the-term-antihero

      Very interesting!!

      That first paragraph is my favorite. Very poetic. I especially loved “Other pieces of architecture seemed to exist only to inconvenience or injure.”
      I also liked the scene where they’re dropping the rock to each other.

      (By the way, I think it’s supposed to be “city-like temple”? At least that’s make it clearer for me personally. But it’s not a big deal!)

      Love this use of actual Escher architecture. I’ve seen it used a few times and is almost always used as a gag of some sort. I like that you used it genuinely and showed that there’s a level of horror in such a space, and that it made them sick.
      I hope the guy that fell is still alive, haha!

      I’m guessing this is on their way to Chthulu? If so, I really like that. Really fits the descending-into-madness vibe!

      I have to admit though, when I read the Google doc, and didn’t have the word “Escher” to draw from, I had some difficulty understanding what was going on. You kinda lose me when you’re talking about all the steps. Then again, I was very tired, and Escher is VERY hard to describe, so maybe that really shouldn’t be a critique on you XD

      It was nice to see Jostica again!! Funny she’s so confident

      1. Thank you!
        Good catch on the “city-like” thing. Hadn’t noticed that in my first pass.

        Escher like architecture makes for a lot of fun jokes and visuals…but if you walked into a stairwell and your eyes followed the steps up and around only to end up looking at your own feet… People joke about taking psychic damage, and things have been said to drive a person mad just looking at them… but I can only begin to imagine the wide range of effects that could have on a person.

        There’s a good reason why they say “a picture’s worth a thousand words”.

        Took me so long to finally write a Jostica story and now I’ve written more stories for her than Berri and Kat combined…
        Well, for these prompts at least.

  5. Embracing Entropy
    By: Frei

    I’m close now, so close to breaking this immortality. An endless loop meant to be my prison, and I have discovered an out, not in this realm or the realm of spirit, but in the blind space in between. A hole, a gap in vision of divinity; the blind spot of the creators who sentenced me to this hell. And just as an ant may traverse the back of a man’s head, the man unaware of her thriving, so too I shall thrive on the backs of the gods.

    Ah…Do you hear? The trickling water, the sign of reality’s caving. Fear not, for this is a necessary step towards salvation. Much how the sucking fly commits violence to obtain sweet nectar, I endeavor to corrode these boundaries of confinement. The trickling, dripping sound…It is the decay of my prison. I’m nearly free…

    I’ve been building towards this. Moving is becoming harder. Speech is becoming harder. Thought is becoming harder…Consciousness is impossible. I want this…To become one with the gap in space…With the nothing.

    I served my sentence, and this freedom is my own. Aeyd! Yalehdr! I spit at you! Taste powerlessness as I have!

    It is time to enter the fissure. Ah…It doesn’t even feel cold.

    I feel elation, and yet…It too dissolves…

    …My thoughts are but laces.

    …I want sleep.

    Yes, finally…

    …My…

    …End.

    …What…

    …Is…

    …That shape?

    …No. That is…

    Impossible. I have broken free!

    Is there…Don’t tell me…Something is beyond?

    It is terrible, and great…A god? No…Something else, something greater still…

    1. refreshing firecrumb Avatar
      refreshing firecrumb

      Apologies if I am missing it, but I’m not entirely sure how this story relates to the prompt. Don’t get me wrong, this was a pretty enjoyable read and all, but it really has very little that has to do with sacred geometry, at least from what I can tell. The closest thing I can see that would constitute it would be the mentioning of a shape, however even still that doesn’t necessarily mean sacred geometry.

      Really though, this is pretty great stuff. The rhetoric you use to convey the suffering of this immortal is great, and I can really feel the desperation they have for death. But again, my main concern is that this does not fit with the prompt. Still though, I’d say you did pretty good over all.

      1. Thank you for the critique! As for how this fits into the prompt, well, all I’ll say is that there is a distinct pattern, easiest to count the words near the end.

        1. refreshing firecrumb Avatar
          refreshing firecrumb

          …Alright, that’s really clever actually. Honestly kicking myself that I didn’t notice that in the first place. Great stuff, man.

  6. MootheBloo Avatar
    MootheBloo

    “Hopelessly Powerful”
    By MootheBloo

    “Nadi? Nadi!”

    No, no, she can’t be gone. She wouldn’t leave me here alone in the desert. I know her kind is naturally …unpredictable, but this would be insane.

    I take a deep breath, taking in dry air and exhaling a gust of somehow even warmer air. Stop freaking out. She couldn’t have gone far. She wouldn’t have. I take a couple of steps forward. Sand fighting against the outsoles of my boots. “Nadi! …please! Don’t leave me alone!”

    Sand. Only sand for miles. I stop in my tracks. Clenching my fists and squeezing my eyes shut, I fight the urge to curl in on myself and cry. Never have I felt so desperate to see her face again.

    “Nadi. I want to help.”

    Recklessly, I take one more step. Only to be met with solid ground.

    In front of me, right before my eyes sits a majestic, clean, bright mosque. A lone carved out stream of water with mirroring arcades and pillars lead me inside. I go so quickly I almost fall in the water. I can’t waste a second.

    My sense of sight is immediately assaulted as I step inside. Behold to me, a psychedelic hallway of colors. Intricate, yet swirling patterns of shapes that don’t exist tile the way on a path with no ground. Only the sky appears below my feet. Lights that shine from nowhere from colored glass. Seemingly a place where the familiar and foreign, the grounded and the dreamlike combine, all into one little building that appears to exist just to create something that breaks all the laws of reality with beauty.

    It’s just like her.

    The intricate and the fantastical slowly fades as I continue inside, and find Nadi curled on the floor in their mist next to a fountain of what appears to be celestial water. Doing something I’ve never in my life seen her do before.

    Crying.

    1. This was really touching. While Nadi seems to be the one taking care of the narrator, in this particular case, it is the other way around. No matter how strong, everyone sometimes needs to be given space to let it out. And the fact that the narrator says that they want to help, when they notice Nadi crying is incredibly sweet.

      I love how human you’ve made the characters. Even though Nadi is the caretaker, they are still vulnerable to emotions, which is shown here. The narrator is also very well characterized, where you capture their fear and then their uncertainty and care for Nadi by the end.

      Great piece!

    2. Edward Avatar
      Edward

      Your descriptive language is really nice. The description of the Mosque and the path up to it is very evocative. I loved the dream-like state that you built up with that paragraph starting with “My sense.”
      I Nadi supposed to be a Djinn?

    3. Awww! This one tugs right at the heartstrings, it does. You did a great job of showing the narrator’s complete panic and did just as well describing the mosque. It was a great way to use the prompt. I loved how it was clearly a beautiful place despite the fact that it made no sense, and he immediately associated that with Nadi. It all made the end hit that much harder. Well done!

  7. Adrian Solorio Avatar
    Adrian Solorio

    Being: SN-278647-GL3
    By Adrian Solorio

    At night the bots worked tirelessly, repairing damage, sweeping streets, cleaning windows, patrolling the tight alleyways between the densely packed buildings, ensuring all was normal in the domed city.

    Quietly, wearing a displacement cloak hiding her from sensors, creeping from shadow to shadow, moving past the bots, beeping and bopping as they worked, Lacie entered the park. It was empty, but on the network—where the OMNIs ruled over everything—it would be different.

    The OMNIs were the final step in human evolution. Through Tezon Corpo-Nation’s scientific developments, the rich had transitioned to Omega Maximum Network Individuals. Nature’s biological constraints, sleep, food, and physiology, had been broken; humankind’s great sorrows, war, famine, disease, and death, had been overcome; the OMNIs had become Gods.

    Upon entering the empty park, the emblem of Tezon Corpo-Nation flashed red in Lacies vision and many voices rang in her ears. Chronos’ displacement cloak and other hacks had disconnected her, buying her time, but now her cyber—enhancements were reconnecting to the augmented reality of the network

    Back online, the park was filled with all manner of OMNI avatars, a T-Rex galloped past her and leapt in the air where it transformed into a phoenix, a little gnome stared up at her out of curiosity and her mother chided her for staring at the SubNormal.

    An OMNI materialized and floated just ahead of her. “Being: SN-278647-GL3,” it said, and the whiskers on its fox nose twitched, one bunny ear flopped downward, and its tropical feathers ruffled. “Records indicate a period of disconnection and displacement,” it said. “Now you’re out—past curfew. All of your actions are in breach of the Tezon SubNormal Citisumerzen contract.” its eyes narrowed. “The airlock? Suicide—why? We’ve created heaven?”

    On the network OMNIs watched her sadly, while in the dome whirring beeps signalled approaching bots. She reached the door, praying Chronos’ last hack would work, and turned the handle.

    Outside, smelling wildflowers, walking through the tall grass, hearing the birds sing and feeling the speckled shade beneath the trees, Lacie layed down peacefully and for the first and last time she watched the sunset. Finally free.

    1. Fredrick H. Avatar
      Fredrick H.

      In order to be truly free one must reject both the good and the bad. An interesting Matrix-esque set-up that may or may not have been intentional. Although, I found the description of the OMNI to be somewhat tone breaking with its seemingly child-friendly exterior. Overall, a great piece.

      1. Adrian Solorio Avatar
        Adrian Solorio

        You know, I knew it would have a sort of Matrix/Oryx & Crate (Margaret Atwood) vibe to it. I’ve read a few articles and watched a few TedTalks about the singularity, and I’ve often wondered what a post-human world for those who remained human would be.

        You’re right, the OMNI was a little childish now that you mention it. I should probably make it a dragon or some other mythical monster…hmmm…., back to the drawing board. Thanks for reading and commenting.

  8. Matthew(Handsome Johanson) Avatar
    Matthew(Handsome Johanson)

    An Ancient Truth
    by Matthew (Handsome Johanson)
    “Stop! Thief!” an armored skeleton cries out as he chased the adventurer through the rugged and crumbling cyclopean walls of the old barrow.

    “Leopold! The gate!” yelled Henry. As the adventurer runs past, the jawless skeleton salutes the running skeleton and pulls the lever, bringing down the door that blocked the entrance into the sacred library.

    The adventurer stops at the gate and turns to face her pursuers. She smiles, coyly. “A-all right, ya got me. haha. It was just a prank. Honest. I’ll just be on m-”

    “Not so fast, fleshy one.” Henry pulls out a rapier. “We can’t let you go that easily. You’ll be rottin in the dungeons for a long time.”

    The skeletons slowly approach the adventurer, weapons drawn. As they proceed to tie up their prisoner, the sound of two arrows being loosed in quick succession is heard, and the skeletons shatter into their constituent bones.

    “No, you.” An archer climbs out of the shadows and sulks into the room.

    “Took you long enough, Devon. I’ve been wandering this crypt, ALONE, for 3 hours now. I hope you don’t expect full pay.”

    “Yeah, Lauren, it’s not my fault; I got lost. Seriously, why did you think a mercenary could read?”

    “Hrmph. Let’s just get on with it. We’re finally here. The Library of Sacred Mathematical Knowledge. Oh, have I been waiting for this. I’m going to be the greatest mathematician of my day. Hehe.”

    Lara pulls the lever and reopens the gate. She turns back around and rushes inside, giggling fiercely at the immense volume of ancient texts neatly placed along the walls.

    “OK OK let’s see here… ‘1+1=Fun’, ‘How Many Shapes are There?’, ‘Zero Isn’t Real. Zero Can’t Hurt You’, ‘Trying to Understand Pythagorean Theorem and Failing’, ‘Why are There so Many Fractions?’ Wait what? ‘Why pi=3.2’, ‘Ovals=Squish Circles’ Where are all the advanced books? Where’s all the revolutionary new theories?!?”

    One of the piles of bones speaks up, “Yeah, what did you expect? These were written six thousand years ago. We weren’t very good at math back then.”

    1. refreshing firecrumb Avatar
      refreshing firecrumb

      This one was neat, the chemistry between Devon and Lara was pretty enjoyable. Some good worldbuilding, too. It makes sense that the skeletons weren’t dead even though they had been dismantled, and the ending seems aptly in-theme as well. I’d like to see more of this universe, as well as more interactions between Devon and Lara. I found the second to last paragraph funny but a bit… I don’t know, a bit dumb; no offense. I feel as if it could have been handled better, although that might also just be personal bias talking. Still, I quite enjoyed reading this and look forward to more.

    2. C.W. Spalding Avatar
      C.W. Spalding

      Lol. Excellent subversion. Well, at least I enjoyed it. The dialogue was mostly believable and also conveyed character voice well. Also, these book names sound like memes. You obviously had fun writing this one.

  9. Fredrick H. Avatar
    Fredrick H.

    Shapes of the Cosmos
    By Fredrick H. (challeng3r22)

    Boris walked carefully through the halls of his aunt’s chateau. It seemed that every few feet there was a priceless artifact of some mathematical interest or a tome written by some long dead philosopher. Eventually he reached her study.

    “I thought I told you to be here at precisely 7:30 am, boy.”

    “My apologies, Aunt Vanessa. But I couldn’t remember where your study was and I can’t exactly run without risking the safety of a rogue Chinese astrology map or statue of Thoth.”

    “If you couldn’t make it in the time you were given, then you should have started earlier. But if I spent all day reprimanding you then no studying would get done. We’ll just have to work through lunch to make up for lost time.”

    She gestured him to a seat beside her and pulled out a slate and chalk and drew a singular form.

    “Do you know what this is, boy?”

    “A circle.”

    “Wrong. Although I am a heavily trained mathematician even I can’t draw a perfect circle unaided.”

    “And this matters, because…?”

    In response she quickly erased the non-circle and replaced it with a form that was simply perfect.

    “Now that’s a circle,” she responded with a smug grin on her wizened face.

    “But you did that without aid.”

    “Correct, no physical tool helped me, but that’s were the special forms come in.”

    She once again erased the form upon the slate and drew a more complex yet still perfect form.

    “What is this?”

    “This is one of the special forms you’ll be learning later in your studies.”

    “So I can draw a perfect circle?”

    “That. And so much more.”

    1. MootheBloo Avatar
      MootheBloo

      Very interesting, I like the presentation of this piece a lot. It creates a very articulately mysterious atmosphere. I happened to be listening to “Quiet dusk coming early” which I think suits well.

      I think the beginning is my favorite part of this piece, while I completely understand the reason why it wasn’t more in-depth, it would’ve been cool to give at least a tad bit more detail. That’s just me though. I don’t have much else I’d criticize about this, it’s just nice!

    2. Adrian Solorio Avatar
      Adrian Solorio

      This piece is a bit of mystery. The setting is good, you give us solid details to begin, mentioning the artifacts and chateau, which gave me the image of a one of those old mansions with long hallways, lots of rooms, and dark wooded walls. The dialogue is good, but the significance of why drawing a perfect circle is a big deal is lost. Like Moo, I would have liked to have a little more to chew on, but the word count is a toughie!

  10. Insania404 Avatar
    Insania404

    Such is The Contract (From Grael’s Library)
    By: Insania404 [Private Repost]

    Jeremy had doubts about the book he took from the library. If the symbols on the cover didn’t tip him off, it was certainly the whispers that emanated from its pages. He reassured himself that this was the only way to save his family before the inexplicable disease consumed everyone.

    He had heard stories about the Lifelight, how they could grant immortality to those who are deserving. Perhaps, he thought, he could make a deal with one of its many immortal beings, deemed Wounds by those mad enough to seek them. Jeremy only knew of one willing to bargain with mortals.

    The book understood and flipped its pages to the proper ritual, one that would require a willing subject. Jeremy removed the glass dagger from the cover of the book and tore open his shirt. The dagger slaked its thirst with blood, sliding along Jeremy’s chest, marking the symbols for life, pain, sickness, and desire into his flesh.

    He fought the urge to collapse to the ground and focused intently on the instructions for the ritual. Ever so gently, he pierced the center circle, the circle for life and blood. He cleared his throat and called out to the Judge.

    He heard an unearthly voice behind him. “A mere human asking for my assistance? You must be desperate.”

    Jeremy turned to see the Judge towering over him in his flowing black robes, face obscured by shadow.

    Jeremy pushed back his cowardice, for fear of becoming even more distasteful to the Wound’s hidden eyes. “I wish my family to live among the Lifelight.”

    “I can grant what you wish, but you must promise me something.”

    “What is it? I’ll do anything!”

    The Judge produced a piece of paper from his robe and presented it to Jeremy.

    “You must agree to serve a new purpose, one as my personal servant. Until you complete your task, you will not be able to join your family. Sign here.”

    Jeremy took the crimson-stained dagger and signed his name on the line.

    “It’s official then, from now on, you’ll be my executioner.”

    1. Fredrick H. Avatar
      Fredrick H.

      We have presented with the Judge and the Executioner, but were is the Jury. Sorry, but I couldn’t resist the urge. This reminds of the story I wrote for Skin in the Game, but that is neither here nor there. An interesting introduction to what could be a much greater tale. Overall, a great piece.

  11. i-prefer-the-term-antihero Avatar
    i-prefer-the-term-antihero

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    1. The more I read about this universe, the more interested I become. I love all these different inclusions of Frankenstein and Kronos, all existing in the same world. It reminds me a little of League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. But the greatest mystery of all is perhaps Kairos. Who is she? She seems to have ties to Victor and now Kronos.

      With every submission you reveal a little more about this world and I must say, I really enjoy the mystery of it. I also get a good feel for your characters. Kronos seems like he’s very dutiful, while Kairos acts a bit more chaotic, even if her intentions are good.

      Well written!

    2. For some reason I’m remembering the phrase, “No plan survives contact with the enemy.”
      Though I’m not sure if Kairos qualifies as an enemy. Perhaps she does since she seems to have goals counter to whatever Kronos’ are.

      One of my favorite books had a plot revolving around a cosmic accident that derailed the Purpose Of The Universe and the whole series was just the relative tail end of the plan to fix it.
      This kinda reminded me of that.

  12. Calliope Rannis Avatar
    Calliope Rannis

    A Beautiful Line (Nyssa’s Story)
    By Calliope Rannis

    “Line them up,” the succubus spoke into Nyssa’s mind, before her senses blurred entirely into nothingness.

    She found herself back at her childhood home. Her head was still foggy, but as she looked down to the table in front of her, she saw…pencils…rulers…graphing paper…

    She felt a hand gently ruffle her hair. “Wakey wakey sleepyhead!”

    She startled a little, looking right into the bright, faintly mischievous face of her father. He grinned. “We haven’t even started yet and you are already dozing off! Don’t worry, today will be an easy lesson.”

    He turned to the paper lying between them, drawing several dots. “All you have to do, my lovely little Sunchild, is connect the dots! Easy as Mummy’s pie.”

    He was right. This was easy. Why…why was she doing this again? Her head felt…so heavy.

    She grabbed a pencil, an electric tingle running through her. She moved the pencil to the first point, and was surprised to see that little dark dot light up like a star.

    Faltering for only a moment, she started to draw. As the line grew, the room darkened. As it crossed each dot, they lit up too, becoming brighter and harsher and louder with every new inch.

    She had a splitting headache, but she forced herself onwards. As her line approached the final dot, the room had become black as pitch. The only things she could see, the only things that mattered, were those electrical points of light, hissing angrily and filling her nose with ozone as her pencil was about to touch the–

    The succubus screamed in rage, as a blast of holy energy tore it to pieces.

    Nyssa blinked into wakefulness, staring at her crackling hands. Quickly shaking off the spell she had been about to cast, she looked towards the ongoing battle.

    There were her party members in various spots, fighting off the remaining demons surrounding them. But in the positions they were at, the angle she was facing them from…

    They looked an awful lot like dots upon a line. A line she had almost drawn.

    1. Oof! Lol no exaggeration, when I got to the end of this, I actually went, “Daaaaamn.” From what I understand of Nyssa’s magic, that probably would have ended very badly and the last thing she needs is more accidental blood on her hands.

      That was a really cool take on the prompt though. It had me guessing throughout what exactly she was being tricked into doing, but it was very clear she was being tricked and very clear it was bad so it had you on edge of your seat the whole time. The ending was a delightful sigh of relief but I still stand by my one word reaction lol.

  13. Sacred Geometry (WARNING: This is very dark)
    By Chengir

    They say revenge is a hunger that never dies. But when I was twelve, revenge wasn’t something I thought about.

    Tim Olsen and Billy Holmes took me out to the old Jensen place. It used to be a farm back in the day. Now it’s just a run-down set of buildings. The old barn collapsed years ago. First, the roof sagged in like a ton of snow had fallen on it. Within a few years, the only remains were the vertical supports, like a set of rotting teeth sticking up out of the ground. But the neighborhood kids still like to hang around, especially at night.

    “We shouldn’t be here,” I protested. “We’re trespassing.”

    “It’s okay,” Timmy replied, “We’re not going to be here long.”

    The building we were headed for had stone walls and a sturdy roof. It must have been a building the Jensen’s used to store equipment. It didn’t have that cow dung smell the rest of the buildings had. But it was old and abandoned all the same. A shiver ran down my back.

    “What did you want to show me?” I asked.

    “It’s inside the building.” Billy’s eyes gleamed. He whispered in my ear, “it has sacred geometry.”

    “What’s that?”

    “It’s something the farmers used to protect their animals.”

    “Protect them from what?” I asked, my knees shaking.

    “All sorts of things,” Timmy explained.

    “You mean like a hex sign? Don’t they put that on the outside of buildings?”

    “Sometimes,” Billy said. “But this one is special. I told you, sacred geometry, like the Bermuda Triangle.”

    The building was dark inside, almost pitch black. I did not know how Timmy and Billy expected me to see anything. “This geometry is to keep the animals from getting out,” the boys screamed as they slammed the door shut. I could hear the pounding of the nails into the wood. But the giggling and the laughter was the worst part. Later, it got cold inside, the chilliest I’ve ever felt. And it’s been cold every night inside since, lo these past 50 years.

    1. C.W. Spalding Avatar
      C.W. Spalding

      Very dark, but gets the point across. That opening line is a banger.

    2. That’s something else all right…
      Curious what happened to Tim and Billy. Hard to believe he wouldn’t be found. Especially if people keep hanging out there. Surely somebody would notice the door being boarded up when it wasn’t before…
      Not to say he couldn’t still be haunting the place.

      Just strikes me as odd that a child could go missing like that and they wouldn’t find the body in such a relatively obvious place…
      Unless something worse than a prank gone wrong happened.

  14. refreshing firecrumb Avatar
    refreshing firecrumb

    God Is In My Skin
    By refreshing firecrumb

    “…Essentially, it’s a sort of… conceptual parasite, if you will.”

    “Huh. That’s a good concept. You really should write more often.”

    “It isn’t a concept. It’s a living creature.”

    I raise an eyebrow at him. “…Look, Sev… I know you’re a genius and all, but this is a little out there, even by your standards. And that’s saying something.”

    “If you’re implying I’m under the influence you’d be mistaken.”

    I hesitate for a moment.

    “…Alright, I’ll bite. Please, continue.”

    “See, physical entities prey on other physical entities to survive, but this parasite can’t do that. However, all things must sustain themselves in one way or another.”

    “Well, personally, I can’t take you seriously with that cube toy of yours you’re playing around with.”

    Sev looks annoyed by my comment. “It’s no mere ‘toy.’ Here, why don’t you see it for yourself?”

    I begrudgingly take the toy from his hands, and very briefly I notice him smirk. After playing with it a bit, I think back to what he said. “…So. You mentioned this parasite of yours must feed on something. What would that be?”

    “Did you know that the human body has several instances of fractal patterns? It’s in the lungs, the brain, the-”

    “That doesn’t answer my question.”

    “Hah, my apologies…”

    Sev shifts slightly closer. I can almost feel him staring into my soul. “…This entity feeds on the concept of physical perfection.”

    He hasn’t broken eye contact throughout this entire conversation, and admittedly, it’s starting to get uncomfortable.

    “What, you mean sacred geometry?”

    He pauses for a moment. “In your terms, yes.”

    “So it infects things like cubes and stuff, cool.”

    “Not just cubes, friend. Things like hexagons, spirals-”

    “Yeah, yeah. I get it.”

    “…fractals…”

    I glare at him. “What’s your obsession with those, anyway? You mentioned them earlier and I’m… and I…”

    I lost my train of thought. It’s… it’s like I can’t breathe.

    Suddenly, I came to understand what Sev was trying to tell me.

    But… This wasn’t Sev anymore.

    Slowly… I look down at… the little cube toy I’ve been playing with…

    1. Existential horror is stored in the Rubik’s Cube. And spirals, and hexagons, and circles…

      I do like the idea that the madness of the divine geometry is not only infectious, but also swaps hosts. That could be an entire novel on its own. Losing oneself to the math and then… you’re not you. You’re a memory in a skin that’s now host to… THEM.

      Conceptual parasites. They operate on obsession. Look out, ASD/ADHD people, you are perfect hosts.

      Which leads me to wonder – are there conceptual symbiotes?

      1. Iceburgh69 Avatar
        Iceburgh69

        ADHD, kinda. We DO fixate on things from time to time, sure. I’d worry more about OCD.

    2. Matthew(Handsome Johanson) Avatar
      Matthew(Handsome Johanson)

      hmmm that is interesting. I love that you include fractals, the geometric definition of roughness and complexity as a type of perfection. It’s a nice abstraction that leads to absolutely terrifying consequences. much of the world is built off of fractal geometries, and thus, the parasite has much to feast on.

      In terms of actual writing, i was reminded a bit of lovecraft’s short story “From Beyond” to a certain extent. you both call upon similar tropes of the mad scientist who turns on his only friend because of how his science has altered his mentality. one thing i must say is that the beginning explanatory paragraph 2 felt a little off. it messed with the flow for me and took me out of the story. it’s always tempting to throw in these details so that your short story has more impact, but i might caution against it, and let the reader infer his character through action. this was a heavily dialogue and character interaction based piece otherwise, so giving as much time as possible to these interactions seems a good strategy.

      Also, I really liked how your brought up small themes and concluded them in this scene. Sev mention fractals, and he concludes that idea soon thereafter. it gives a lot of good weight to the final interaction that you wouldn’t find otherwise in such a short piece.

      its strangely refreshing to hear scientists portrayed as real people who don’t speak in an insanely clinical tone all the time. it made the betrayal sting just that little bit more in my eyes. the pov character and sev seem really down to earth and chumy. so when sev’s betrayal hits, you can feel the pov’s terror at realizing that it’s not sev anymore. I shutter to think what his cube looked like.

      Also, can I call this parasite, plato’s demon? just because it lies to *consume* the perfect. and thus, function as the antithesis to plato’s world of forms idea xD

      1. refreshing firecrumb Avatar
        refreshing firecrumb

        Thanks, I’m glad that you liked it! I agree with you about the second paragraph, admittedly the dump of exposition could have been handled better and I’m tempted to quickly edit it to correct this issue before the stream (assuming it gets picked).

        I’m glad the little details I added didn’t feel clunky. With my method of writing, I tend to include small details like the cube and the fractals and make them into important plot points. I try to do it in a way such that the reader has been consciously made aware of it and will remember it but without breaking immersion. Also, even though its unspecified what the cube toy is, it’s actually meant to be a trinket of mine that I play around with throughout the day. I included it because it seemed like it would make for a good plot point, which paid off.

        Also, it’s good to know that the scientists feel human. Honestly, that was unintentional, but I’m still happy about it anyway. Feel free to call the parasite whatever you like, by the way. Plato’s Demon sounds like a pretty neat and fitting name for it.

  15. Preserves Roses Avatar
    Preserves Roses

    Exploring the Past
    By Preserves Roses

    “Sarah, you, know we aren’t supposed to be in the Busy Places,” Sam complained after the pair had slipped in through a broken window, ”If one of the bigger families finds us in their territory…”

    “It’s a city Sam. The long-ago people called them cities, and the families don’t care about buildings like this one, there’s no valuable trade stuff in here.” Sarah said.

    The pair walked down the hallway, their battered boots leaving scuff marks on the grime-covered floor. Sarah led them into one of the rooms. It was filled with small tables; each with a chair behind it, all facing the same direction. Sarah headed straight for a bookcase and started taking down the dusty books, quickly leafing through them to check the contents.

    “Ok, so why are we here then?” asked Sam.

    “This was a school Sam. Just imagine when this city was full of people, like in gram’s old stories. Kids could come here any time they wanted and learn about all kinds of fascinating things and there were adults who’s only job was to help those kids. It must have been so wonderful.” Sarah said, wistfully “The math books are my favorite. I’ve been collecting some so I can learn about different ways to work with numbers. I’ve been trying to figure out geometry lately but the books I have don’t explain it very well.”

    “What good is any of that math stuff? That won’t help us get more food,” said Sam poking around in drawers and cupboards, looking for anything useful.

    “Think Sam,” Sarah said as she slipped one of the books carefully into her pack, “all those tales of amazing things that people used to have like cars and airplanes. To build any of that you need math. All different kinds of math. If I can learn enough, maybe we can make some of the old stuff work again.”

    “Never mind, Sam,” Sarah said with a sigh “lets see if we can find the library. The little kids will be so surprised if we bring them home a new book of stories.”

    1. Interesting premise, turning real math into something sacred instead of making a new kind of sacred geometry. I can imagine how, over time, knowledge of our technology and mathematical concepts is lost, only to be rediscovered by two story-seekers in an old library.

      There are many hints strewn throughout this piece, which suggest at something bigger going on here. Our world is in the past, that much is clear, but what happened to it? And what is the reference to ‘families’, which Sarah and Sam seem to be so concerned about? I have many questions about this story and this universe and its history really interests me.

      Well done!

  16. C.W. Spalding Avatar
    C.W. Spalding

    The Sacred Shape of Xuralys
    By C.W. Spalding

    In the age of eight aspects—fifth age of goddess Xuralys, tenth eon after shape disfigured chaos—Ruvoque took up a dirk. Chaos was held a bay, but not overcome. For all creatures must lose the shape of Xuralys; and return to the sableblood sky as nothing more than rot. Thus Ruvoque went to the Tetrahedron for sacred geogrification.

    “Even the shapeless takes on shape,” he intoned.

    The tip of the incense snarled and spit smoke; its dying stank of ginger and limes.

    “And even the shaped must one day dissolve,” Gala said to finish his prayer.

    He glanced at her: silver robes and silver eyes. She met his gaze and jerked her chin toward the table. Hurry up, you’re falling behind again you dolt. He fought down a smile as he turned to the altar and the starlight trapped in its runepyre.

    “But in this we make the exchange,” they said together.

    “In this we shrug further into our shape-” Gala began.

    Ruvoque finished: “And bind up the chaos.”

    The starlight burned from red to white, contracting on itself like a scream. And its light turned to liquid fire; as tangible as water but as sharp as a thousand dirks and three times as deadly. Ruvoque took a steadying breath, catching Gala’s eye again as he shrugged his own silver robes up his arm. Gala had already done the same and clutched her own dirk in her hands so tight her knuckles turned white.

    “We make our bones bright,” Gala whispered.

    “We make our bones bright,” Ruvoque echoed.

    They drew the dirks across their arms and thrust the open wound beneath the dripping ball of starmelt.

    ***

    When Ruvoque woke up, he had been carried up and left on the mountain. He pulled up his sleeve, looking for the cut. But his skin had no mark. Had he then failed? No. As the daystar crested the peaks around him, he saw the shape of his skin had changed and run over with fire of its own.

    “The sacred geometry,” he breathed.

    Now to find Gala and the starmelt and perfect their shapes.

    1. Preserves Roses Avatar
      Preserves Roses

      I’ve never heard math terms sound so magical. I love the tone you hit with this one. The terms you used, mixed so well with the space references, you mixed them very well. You have left me very curious about what the spell was supposed to accomplish. It’s a great story.

  17. VeryBoringName Avatar
    VeryBoringName

    Prophet of Cubes and Points
    By: VeryBoringName

    The old man walked down one of the paths amongst the teeming masses, heads covered by brown hoods, behind him and on his gold plated staff, hung upside down a triangle, perfect shape. Suddenly a man in brown robe clung to his red and gold robe.

    “Your triangularness, please, has my faith been strong enough, can I enter the realm of eleven points?”

    “Shut, one’s whose faith is a dodecahedron can never see the light of eleven!”

    He was about to throw off the hands of the desperate man, that man was a sinner with his twelve points burnt across his forehead, the twelfth was fresh. Suddenly his old hand was stopped by another one.

    “You are willing to risk being branded a Hectogon just to stop me from treating the twelfth-pointer how I should?!”

    “Yes, I do.”

    The old man raised his eyes upon the man willing to commit heresy just to stop a dodecahedroner from being hit. Before the priest stood a figure wrapped in a cloak made from all colors, brown, black, red, and gold and the green hood of a hectogonal.

    “Who are you?”

    The man before him lifted his hood, the priest gasped, he had only one singular point, only the most pious could have two points.

    “You know me, you know me as your God.”

    “I-, y-yo- ”

    “You also know me as the one whose words you twisted, whose message you corrupted, and whose life you warped for your own gain.”

    “A-al”

    The priest tried to speak but was calmly silenced.

    “Have I not said that everyone deserves to be their own point, individual and free, and have you not said that no one can be of one point.”

    “Alpha.”

    “Alpha to which all points go, it was never my name.”

    The priest felt as points burned across his body, his sin unforgivable, he was casted to a megagon. The brown-robbed man looked up, at his savior.

    “Fear not child, my message will be clear, like it used to be before the priest.”

    1. Iceburgh69 Avatar
      Iceburgh69

      I love he idea of this, and I would dearly love to read a larger work from this. I’m curious about the hierarchy, what the points represent, and how they all relate. I want more!

      Just a couple of minor, mechanical nitpicks. ‘Perfect shape’ I think should have a ‘the’ before it, and I have no idea what ‘Shut’ means in this context, unless it’s supposed to be ‘shut up.’ Like I said, just some minor mechanical nitpicks. Other than that, the pacing’s solid, I’m digging the idea of points being used as a ranking system, and I’m left trying to figure out what is being meant by ‘single point.’ Does it tie to the 0-dimension? I’m personally ok with pondering this.

    2. C.W. Spalding Avatar
      C.W. Spalding

      Lol, this is excellent. I love the wordplay of the shapes. It seems like they all have their own weight and meaning that we just don’t quite know or understand from our perspective but which is very clear to the POV in this story. It was fun and quirky and awesome. Keep writing, VeryBoringName.

  18. Tracing the Branches
    C. M. Weller

    Py was lost in the tree again. It fascinated her. The mathematical ideal as announced by the founder. Py enhanced the smaller branches, searching. Looking for a place where the mathematics failed in its goal.

    Somewhere, there would be a place where the leaves of the outer curve touched the branches of the inner curve. That’s what all the acolytes whispered. They said that someone could lose their minds contemplating the tree.

    There were horrible consequences for getting lost in it, the same as trying to find the final number of Fibonacci. There is no end to infinity, they said. It went on and on. That was the point of infinity.

    Py selected the tiniest branches she could see, and expanded the view. Again, the leaves of the shorter branch just narrowly missed the arms of the longer branch. Again, they were just a fraction closer. The mathematical engines whined, but they were prone to whining. That was why she should have been pumping coolant.

    Just one more minute, and she would get back to pumping. The Archdeacons would never be any wiser. They were used to the whining. Not a single one of them could ever know she was–

    “Acolyte Py,” sighed Archdeacon Squarrut. “You are neglecting your duties. Again. I am pleased to note it’s for fractals instead of…” she sneered, “…boys.”

    “They’re not insects, Archdeacon,” Py left a mark in her depth and retreated to the pump handle. “Some of them are even adequate at mathematics.”

    “Barely. Men and boys have their place, where muscle is favoured. It is up to women to focus on higher pursuits… or their punishment for delving into dangerous areas.”

    “The branches call me,” Py blushed. “I keep finding places where the leaves are closer to the branches.”

    “Seek your proof mathematically, and you may yet rise to ninety degrees. THEN you may become an Arch. Aim high, and you can reach the moon.”

    They had once made mathematics that reached the moon. But that, too, was a myth among the acolytes.

    Such was life in the Church of the Holy Hypotenuse.

    1. Preserves Roses Avatar
      Preserves Roses

      Oh the fate of the dreaming acolyte. Love the name Py as well. Given the name of the church, it seems like she is destined to go far in this setting. What is the machine she is pumping coolant through? I also wonder about the tree, this story could be very interesting expanded out into a longer story.

      1. The mathematical engine could either be a Babbage-style calculating engine, or some ancient computer with an untraceable leak in its cooling system. I haven’t decided yet. You know how the older your computer gets, the more it complains about doing anything? Those heat-sinks get overworked you know.

        The tree is Pythagorus’ Tree. One of the earlier fractals that have the branches and leaves resulting as increasingly smaller squares off of the white-space right-angle triangle at its core. Each square has one side as the base of a smaller triangle until you get something that looks like a tree. You can look it up.

        It’s the almost bog-standard post-apocalypse “man destroyed the world so the women are rebuilding” thing with a definite lean towards math and simulations being revered relics of the past era.

        It’s still a seed of an idea. May file for future novel.

    2. Ah, just one more minute. That’s what we always tell ourselves lol. Also the name Squarrut totally cracked me up because it went over my head in the first read. There’s so much fun that could be had in this world. I adore all the math puns. Well… I guess they aren’t really puns but you get my meaning. The references are very fun. I especially love the main character being Py and what that could mean for her. You made the tree sound so interesting, it just makes me want to know more about it. Great use of the prompt!

  19. Sacred Dream of Power and Pain (Darkspell Universe)
    By Alex Nightingale (aka Spectre)

    Grand. Sacred. Defiled. Rotten.

    All those words could describe the tower/staircase/hut on which Valerie stood, her sleeping eyes turned upwards to the horrible whatever floating in front of her, stone feet solidly planted on the ground.

    “I’m dreaming,” she reassured herself with trembling voice. “I’m just dreaming.”

    Hardly heroic, trembling at the sight of a mere statue, its expression a mask of agony. The eyes of the stone thing were firmly fixed on her.

    In front of her sat a cat, picking out pieces of decaying flesh from its claws.

    “Yes,” it said. “You are dreaming. So am I, my sweet candy-bar.”

    Around her, the pillars, arranged in impossible angles, crumbled. Black fluid leaked to the ground, sending the revolting taste of spoiled fruit and maggot-infested meat down her throat, forcing her to gag. She dropped to her knees, fighting the urge to throw up.

    The cat leapt down, its paws hitting the stone with a clunk. It slunk up to her, towering over Valerie, a stern gaze in its eyes. The glowing gash in the sky above them made it look like the cat had jagged horns.

    “This is my holy house,” the cat hissed. “Pray to the Dreameater, little mouse. The Sleeping is dead.”

    It opened its maw, revealing an unholy amount of teeth, arranged in perfect angles, stretching all the way through the cat’s throat. A perfect symmetry of death and hunger, emanating the warm rush of a summer’s breeze.

    Valerie was terrified and she knew it. This was one nightmare, she wouldn’t wake up from. It was her nightmare.

    Hers. Not this creature’s.

    Terror mounting, she looked up, as the maw closed around her. She grabbed it, forcing the giant jaws apart.

    “I am the Nightguard, you cheap puss-in-boots knock-off,” she snarled, forcing the monster down. “I am in control.”

    “Are you?”

    She woke with a start, finding herself in her bed, trying to calm down. She’d deliberately sought out the Dreameater, yes, but she hadn’t expected this.

    Before her room went black again, she saw the silhouette of a large cat disappear in the darkness.

    1. YES!

      Nightmare fuel, a cat who IS nightmare fuel, but also helpful… the thin border between dreams and reality and WAS it all a dream? I love it.

      Of course they’d be best friends by the end of the novel if I was writing it, but I have enough projects on my back-burner, thankyouverymuch.

      [get thee behind me, temptation]

      As it is, I have half a filk in my head and so far it just replaces one thing out of _Dream Weaver_ 9_9 I must be stopped.

      1. Thank you! Yes, the Dreameater truly is nightmare fuel. And it is very hungry. How many layers there are to this dream is an interesting question. How deep does the Dreameater’s influence go, especially when it comes to cats. 😉

    2. C.W. Spalding Avatar
      C.W. Spalding

      Well, that’s fricking fantastic. Anytime there’s an unholy amount of teeth, I love it. The cat is very creepy and good and I like that it seems like the POV is like, assigned? It feels like this is her job. I would want to know the full story if there was more and I would keep reading. Great job, Alex Nightingale!

      1. Thank you for your review! I’m really glad you liked it, as Valerie has appeared in past submissions already and I’ve been dying to bring both her and the Dreameater back. Suffice it to say that the two may not have a long history, but Valerie is one of those people uniquely suited to challenging this particular threat.

    3. Connor A. Avatar
      Connor A.

      I was expecting eldritch creatures for this prompt, but this exceeded them. Whether the cat is the Dreameater or a mere follower that received powers, the imagery in this piece gives the reader an idea of what it’s like. I can’t help but think back to Yuri and his ability to eat souls when I see this scene; the very fear that something so intrinsically tied to our existential existence can be snatched away so easily is not a fear that gets exploited enough.

      1. Thanks! Yeah, the Dreameater is a similar entity to Yuri (I’ll leave it up to you to decide, which one you find scarier) and Valerie just slapped it in the face with a glove. The Dreameater is more of an existential threat than anything and I’ve been wanting to bring it back for a while.

    4. Nope! Nope to the nope! All aboard the train to Nope Carolina! If a cat calls me a sweet candy bar, I am OUT. Nothing more to see here. Bye bye. And that’s before the teeth showed up? Nooooope.

      Lol all honesty, you did a great job of painting an absolute horror story with how terrifying the Dream Eater is and how courageous one would have to be to fight against it. I absolutely loved everything about this story lol. The way you described the black fluid was also just amazingly disgusting. Well done!

      1. Thank you! Yeah, I understand. If a cat (or anything, really) called me its ‘sweet candy-bar’, I would probably react the same way. I’m glad the horrifying nature of the Dreameater came across, as that was certainly, what I was aiming for.

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      Calliope Rannis

      This review is very late, and you have already been read on stream and everything, but still! This story was really good, and I do love to see Valerie again, along with her encounters with the nightmares of the world.

      Speaking of which, the nightmare here was extremely well presented. The imagery of the Dreameater, the nightmare world around it, and how they seemed to directly fuse with each other with the gash in the sky becoming horns on the cat – it was *excellent*, and the experience was spectacular and horrifying in equal measure. I’d love to see more of this character, and just how deep their mindfuckery can go.

      And we certainly don’t know if said mindfuckery is over for Valerie right now – sure, she ‘woke up’, but that’s not exactly rare for the worst of nightmares. Either way, dream or not, the Dreameater clearly still has a shadowy presence in this layer of reality, and is almost certainly a much bigger threat than most monsters Valerie has faced, both in dreams and reality. Very good work Alex! ^w^

  20. Connor A. Avatar
    Connor A.

    The Feeling of Summoning Lines (Novus Academia)
    By Connor A.

    Hey. Hey Avi. Your boyfriend just came in. Oh hush, don’t act like you haven’t thought about it before. At this point I might just reveal myself and go, “Hey Bal, Avi’s fallen for you.”

    Cut me some slack. Unlimited knowledge gets boring.

    You should go see him, though. He might find out what’s in your journal. I don’t care if you trust him not to, you know how he is about people like me.

    You know what? You forgot to close your journal. Yep, he senses all that power. Even if I didn’t know everything, his eyes are all silver and no pupils. That’s pretty hard to miss. Not my fault you decided to work on potions on a schedule.

    Right now? He’s going almost straight for it. Wow, haven’t seen that paranoid look on his face since he worked for my sister.

    Pretty gutsy of you to leave your potion to try reaching it first. You might have the advantage of knowing where you’re going, but Bal has speed and residual power on his side. He could overwrite Fate’s work with how much he’s weaving in between the shelves.

    He’s close to the journal now. I can see myself out of the corner of his eye. Fucking weird. Bal realizes I’m there too. I faded before he could face me, but that really only bought you a few more seconds of time.

    He sees your journal, but hasn’t realized it’s yours yet. You might be able to save it if you hurry. God, seeing him look at my summoning circle is like a human seeing their house on TV. The pages are flipping pretty fast, but he’s seeing just how much knowledge I gave you. He’s looking for the owner’s name now. Now he’s realizing he hears footsteps. Your footsteps. He’s looking away now, but he reached the “Property of” page and—

    Ah.

    You’re too late.

    He knows.

    1. Intrusive thoughts, a mischievous spirit ally, or both? Both is good 😀

      Secret identities, more than secret affection… plots and twists are set loose in the wind and the dreaded consequence is going to land with a meaty thud.

      It’s going to be a disaster, for which I am already preparing popcorn. I might be terrible.

      I sense an anticipatory glee in the narrator. They’re trying to stir some shit and it finally worked.

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      RVMPLSTLSKN

      Second person is really difficult to build tension without ejecting the reader. You managed it wonderfully! Well done Connor!

    3. I absolutely adore the voice of this story. It just comes across so mischievous and as it says, when you have that much knowledge, you do have to find your fun where you can and his taunting nature definitely shows that. It was also interesting finding out what was going from his perspective. All in all, a pretty fun read.

  21. The Scorpion Goddess in Rio
    By Marx

    Ishara let out a contented sigh as she enjoyed her surroundings. The Sun beamed down on the goddess’s exposed skin as the sounds of humans in the distance, also enjoying the beach, filled her ears.

    Matt had been right. This was a nice place. She’d rather have stayed with her rescuer but that wasn’t an option. Matt insisted that she get reacquainted with the world after all those years she was enslaved.

    She wished that he remembered it was also her job to punish oathbreakers. As nice as this was, she’d need something more substantial eventually.

    That was when she felt herself being surrounded. That feeling alone brought back painful memories. But she ignored her fear. She was not weak. And she would not be taken again.

    When they were close, Ishara slightly pulled down one of the shoulder straps to her bikini top. While the action itself seemed sultry, it was anything but. On her shoulder glowed a complex series of runes. They labeled her as under the protection of the horseman of Death. No words were necessary. Only a fool would continue to approach.

    But approach they did. And to Ishara’s surprise, not only were they all fallen angels, but each began to drop to one knee. The one closest to the front finally spoke.

    “We know whose protection you are under, great goddess. That is why we sought you.”

    Ishara hadn’t been worshipped in quite some time, so they officially had her attention. “What do you want from me?”

    “To ally ourselves with the horseman. One of his familiars is a fallen angel. A fallen angel whose grace he returned.”

    “I see.” Ishara nodded. “You want him to return yours. Why not go to him yourself then?” A shudder went through the group at this question, causing Ishara to smirk. “Ah, he terrifies you…”

    “He terrifies everyone… We merely wish to show our worth before we meet him. To do as he does. To free the enslaved deities that humans call muses. In his name.”

    Ishara grinned widely as a new purpose laid before her. “I’m listening.”

    1. Why am I getting Magnificent Seven vibes off of this? I can’t explain it.

      Something something, characters seeking redemption by great deeds, something something, great sacrifices, something something, everyone dies to make the world/universe a better place. True heroism is acting for the greater good even though nobody will know your name.

      I dunno. I have a knack for going off on the absolute weirdest tangents sometimes.

      1. What’s really funny about that is… tangent it might have been, but most of what you said was almost eerily accurate for how things are going to turn out for a lot of those characters lol. So you are not entirely wrong.

    2. The more I learn about this universe, the more it fascinates me. Previously, I always considered demons being the preferred thralls, but this is the first time I can remember a goddess being enslaved, or at least mentioned as such. I believe Matt is himself the horseman of death. Will we ever get to see other horsemen (I have a sneaking suspicion Alex might be one, or connected to one)?

      The idea of an enslaved goddess lends itself to the exploration of some really interesting themes, though I don’t know if that was the intention here. If a deity represents a certain concept, it could translate into that concept being used and abused by mortals in some way, thus enslaving the deity. Maybe I’m reading to much into it, though.

      Nicely done!

      1. You are correct! Matt is the horseman of Death. And actually it’s his three familiars who are the other horsemen. Not gonna lie though, Alex being a horseman would be almost… hilariously brutal. His penchant for sadistic manipulation would make him a great War actually.

        And I didn’t actually think abusing the concept of the deity equating to enslaving said deity. While not intentional, I would have no problem delving into that.

        I’m glad you enjoyed it! Thanks for the review.

    3. Connor A. Avatar
      Connor A.

      I always have a special place in my heart for vacations interrupted because of plot reasons. It was also a nice touch to show Ishara’s vacation mentality in a realistic way. In a lot of media that touches on having thoughts of work during a time of rest, it is either used as the butt of a joke or a source of angst-induced conflict; here, it’s treated as a simple fact and says a bit about who she is as a character.

      1. Thank you so much! That is exactly what I was going for especially since as a goddess, Ishara’s job IS her in a sense, so she would just casually muse about not being able to do it, but still enjoying her time off as it were.

    4. MootheBloo Avatar
      MootheBloo

      Nice tone! Gives a subtly dark feel to the piece. Good dialogue as well. Even though there’s a good bit of dialogue we as an audience can’t completely understand the context of, you still wrote it to make sense without relying on it being too vague. So major props for that!

      1. I’m so glad you were able to enjoy it! I do my best to both pay off the people who read week to week and yet also make sure that every entry is a good jump off point for anyone reading it for the first time, which is not easy lol. But it is something I technically put on myself by insisting to do every story in the same world. I’m happy it came across that way! Thanks for the review!

    5. Well, that’s an interesting development. He’s expanding the his army without even trying.

      Have we met Ishara before though? I feel like we might have heard the name but haven’t actually met her.

      So…Fallen Angels… This doesn’t mean Demons or Devils right? And if that’s right…who is the Fallen Angel whose grace he returned? His childhood friend? Can’t remember her name godamnit. Did she fall because she didn’t kill him like she was supposed to? Or is it someone else I’m not thinking of.

      Also, has that rune thing always been thing or did you just make it up for this prompt? lol

      1. I… think this is Ishara’s debut. But I easily could have mentioned her before and forgot about it lol.

        Also, Laila! Laila is the name you’re looking for. And yes, she is the fallen angel whose grace he restored. And pretty much the moment she accepted being Matt’s familiar, that meant her loyalty was to Matt and not Heaven, so they immediately cut her off, though the refusing to kill Matt thing also had a very big part to play in that. It’s definitely something I can delve into more in a future prompt.

        Also, funny fact. This IS also happening on the demon side of things too. When he made the alliance with Nora and Lilith, he basically was announcing he would accept beings from both sides. One of the in-jokes of the series is how often Matt does things with good intentions which set things he hadn’t expected into motion. Such as an ever growing army of fallen angels, demons, and deities that he is completely oblivious to.

        And believe it or not, the rune thing was altered for the prompt, but not entirely made up lol. In the actual story, it’s a symbol that is a skull, with a scythe on the left and a scythe on the right, which forms an “M” symbol. The joke of that being that Matt consistently denies that he’s the horseman of Death, but yet his symbol (which even he can’t alter) clearly says otherwise, which irks him to no end lol.

    6. Calliope Rannis Avatar
      Calliope Rannis

      Belated review incoming! I read this a couple days back, just didn’t get to review it until now. XD

      I don’t think I have seen Ishara before – she seems suprisingly chill, despite her stated purpose of punishment. But then again, maybe she’s just happy to be free after however much millenia of imprisonment.

      And it’s interesting to read this story again in the context of the story you posted this week, because this feels basically like the start of the exact phenomenon you described in that! Maybe not the very first time the fallen angels have tried this, but still. I wonder if Ishara will end up twisting Matt’s message a bit as a result – after all, what the angels do in his name is now filtered through her own ideas of what he would want, and that’s how mistakes get made – the more filters you have, the more distorted meaning gets.

      Great work in any case Marx! 😀

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