Writing Group: Scientific Magic and Magical Science

Aug 24, 2021

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Hello, Alchemists and Magicians!

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This week’s Writing Group prompt is:

Scientific Magic and Magical Science

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At first mention, science and magic always seem to be polar opposites, don’t they? Science has to do with understanding the world around us, and magic is rabbits from hats and vanishing in puffs of smoke.

But look closer at both of these. There’s traces of both within each other. Think of any one attempting a potion. Combining enchanted and magic ingredients to make something that grants strength, or invisibility, or even a cure for some otherwise deadly bite. Or how about a teacher in a college of magic, showing their students that there is a specific process to enhancing the spells they wish to cast. What would happen if they get it wrong? Does it simply fizzle out, or does some strange mishap occur? Perhaps the class isn’t magic at all, but just a typical non-magic class studying chemistry. Maybe this is the students’ first time seeing what happens when you combine Mentos candy with Coke, wonder lighting their faces as it fizzles and suddenly geysers up to the ceiling.

Perhaps a class is visiting the science center. The flow of water, the wonders of electricity, even seeing how the planets and stars in the planetarium move. It truly is mesmerizing, isn’t it? The science center can ignite a passion in a child that sparks their entire career plan. Perhaps that child will be the one to discover something new, something that seems even more magical than everything before it. Perhaps the method they use seems more magic than science, baffling and impressing their peers. Or maybe there’s that one person who decides to combine the two worlds, creating a simple medicine, and finding that using crystals energized with positivity enhances how effective the medicine is.

The world of science and the world of magic are at your fingertips. It is up to you which ingredients you pluck from each and weave into a tapestry of words. If you will, think of this as your own form of alchemy.

We look forward to what you can concoct. Just remember to always wear safety glasses.

—Shawna

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55 responses to “Writing Group: Scientific Magic and Magical Science”

Rose of Shannon

September 14, 2021

Magical Process
crm2043@gmail.com
It has been decided that we will share our faery magic with humanity.
For a year and a day I supervise the creation of the potion that will instill knowledge of all faerie magic to its recipient. Each ingredient must be harvested at the precise moment of peak vitality. Each contributor must be of good will. Planetary alignments must synchronize with every step of the magical process.
We begin when my sister Branwin arrives. It is dusk, the earth is drowsy and we smell Fall reclaiming summer’s bounty. Branwin the Solemn is small in stature and modest in all things except her voice. Her incantations are legendary: powerful and terrifying.
Entering the clearing from the North, Branwin is wearing a simple muslin shift tied at the waist with a knotted cord. Her dark hair is cut in a short bob; evidence of her bereavement for her murdered baby.
She walks confidently to the kettle, climbs three steps onto the platform and announces: “I give the gift of transformation. She retrieves a ribbon tucked into her bodice. Tied to it is a single raven’s feather. She carefully releases the shiny black plume from its satin leash and holding it like a wand she transcribes a sigil over the simmering pot. Her contralto voice awakens the crystals sleeping in the granite stones. They vibrate her spell:
You who will be transformed These are the gifts I sing for you
Curiosity, willfulness and dissatisfaction to lead you,
Fear and deep grief to drive you
Desperation to bow your head, bend your mind and release your spirit.
This is the path to freedom.
Come Gifted One Become Hero. Become Servant. Become.
Share my way-showing song.

Branwin stares into the liquefying herbs. One tear passes down her flawless cheek and drops into the pale yellow fluid. The Tear of Compassion sits like a sapphire on yellow satin before turning the opaque liquid to aquamarine one radiant ripple at time. Creation holds its breath. Her magic is complete.

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Ryngar

September 9, 2021

“The Spectrum of Magic”

By deryck1228

Julian stared at the blank page, annoyed at having to write yet another essay on magic. Having magic was amazing; writing term papers about magic theory was something else completely. He picked up his pen and tried to think of an opening line.

“Magic, like light, can be split. While this is not a perfect analogy, it serves to describe the five Spheres of Magic. Outside the world, magic exists as a single force, but as it passes into the world, it splits into the Spheres, much the same as light passing through a prism…”

Julian sighed, exasperated, and flipped open his textbook, hoping for inspiration. The page opened on the charts comparing the Spheres to the rainbow: Forces as blue, Ether as green, Space as yellow, Spirit as orange, and Life as red. There was no inspiration there; it was the same chart as always.

Julian stared lazily at the page, letting his gaze roll up and down the chart. His eyes fell on the first entry.

Why was Forces listed as blue, he wondered. Why not violet, if the comparison to light was intended to be literal? Why not start at the edge of the rainbow?

“It can’t matter,” he muttered. “There are only five Spheres, where there are seven colors. That’s why the whole rainbow isn’t used in the charts. Occam’s razor: the simplest explanation is most often correct.”

But what if that weren’t true? After all, he mused, light extends beyond the seven visible colors, why not magic? Could there be unknown Spheres, beyond the demonstrable ones? No, someone would have found them by now.

Julian conjured Forces, bathing his hand in magical electricity. He tried to imagine the Forces tighter, in some sharper frequency. The electricity extinguished suddenly, as his mind screamed in pain, straining to feel something that did not, could not, exist.

He shook himself and smiled, reinvigorated. This warranted more investigation, and now he had a topic.

“Magic is traditionally defined in the five Spheres, but what if, like light, magic extends beyond our senses…”

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Arith_Winterfell

August 31, 2021

“Summoning Circle”

By Aaron Fleming

I carefully traced the symbols within the circle upon the floor. A spiral here, a horned arc there, and the sigil of Marn there. This was delicate work, the signs and symbols had to be just so, or we’d all be in danger. Especially me. Finally, my work was done. The circle had been prepared. I turned and withdrew from the larger circle and walked to my own smaller circle of protection against summoned creatures. I began the evocation.

“Imoloch formoth iblich mor,” I pronounced in the infernal tongue. Within the larger summoning circle, the air wavered and twisted as if above a great fire.

“Oblok kosh ehmack kol.”

As expected, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up on end. A reflex from the primal instinct knowing something was coming. Now a thin tornado of fire materialized in the circle. It grew in diameter until it nearly filled the summoning circle. Then it subsided, the flames dissipating, leaving in its wake the emerging figure of a horned red-skinned ogre like demon.

The hulking horned demon let loose a mighty roar shaking the chamber and scattering some of the observers of the ritual. I concentrated. This was perhaps the most dangerous part of the ritual. I concentrated on my will over the fiend, and it raised its will in turn to me. It could not breach the summoning circle, though I could sense how badly it wished to do so. I could see the images of murder and my body mangled in its hands, the demon’s thoughts of what it wished to do to me. It sought to use its thoughts and will to drive me into submission to it, but I would not bend. This contest of wills seemed to drag on, though only a matter of minutes had passed. I focused my mind to try and balance my mental state, trying to offset the deluge of images and rage.

“I will not yield!” I shouted at the beast, and with a rumble like distant thunder the beast relented.

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1. Makokam
  
  September 1, 2021
  
  Neato.
  
  I always like going into the details of magic and rituals, but never going so far as to say “these are the steps, the symbols, components, etc”.
  
  This may not be what you meant, but I like the idea that the summoner has to just beat the demon over the head with the idea of what they want it to do until it decides just doing it and then (presumedly) going home is better than being stuck in the circle.
  
  Also, you gave me a fun idea about humans speaking demon. Thanks for that.
  
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2. Ryngar
  
  September 9, 2021
  
  This was fun 🙂 I enjoyed the concept of the summoner being able to see what the demon intended for him. It added to the immediacy of keeping the thing contained.
  
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Lunabear

August 28, 2021

A Few More Calculations
by Lunabear (Clatter Moon Universe)

The rusted bicycle’s wheels spin under Alden’s direction. They squeak like hungry mice. At least the chain is still intact. He stops the rotation with his hands and jots down the level of heat from the friction.

He turns and walks his fingers above the row of colorful potions before selecting a purple fizzy one. He swirls the tube while squinting at it from behind his goggles. All components appear stable.

He slowly removes one glove with his teeth.

Alden rubs his thumb and index fingers together. A few sparkling specks fall into the mixture.

He holds it at arm’s length as the purple becomes a sickly orange green. It bubbles and fumes.

“Steady…”

Alden waves his hand over the potion, focusing a more concentrated amount of magic on it.

When the concoction stabilizes, Alden grins and steps a small distance from the bike.

His long arm stretches out to the frame.

Forcing his nerves to calm, he cautiously tips the tube until a drop teeters from the rim. For a moment, the drop is suspended. Alden holds a painful breath.

Contact is made with a quiet sizzle. Where the potion touches the rust, it melts away, revealing the shiny blue of the bike’s original coat.

“Yes! Mom’s old beater is going to shine in no time.”

Alden corks the tube and sets it aside. He scribbles notes about chemical reactions and elapsed times.

What he fails to notice is the drop’s continuing descent. It eats away at the grass and earth beneath the bike.

He rereads his neat script, memorizing the figures and filling in how much magic he had used.

A rumbling from below captures his attention. An enormous eruption of water spurts upward, drenching everything within its radius.

“Alden! What did you do NOW?!”

He meets his mother’s angry, shocked gaze with a sheepish smile.

“Guess I need to tweak the calculations some more.” The geyser dies down, leaving small puddles and one side of the house soaked. “Annnnnnnddddd put a REALLY strong tarp down next time.”

His mom curls her fist against her forehead and groans loudly.

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1. Alex
  
  August 28, 2021
  
  Ah, yes. Experiments in the garage. Memories. (Not my memories, of course. I never experimented in garages…) Seriously, though, this story is really fun. Alden seems like the gifted child of chaos trope, which are always fun to see. His poor mother, though.
  
  I like the touch of the bicicle being converted into some kind of machine. It adds to the whole “cobbled together in the garage” vibe. Also… Alden comes across as quite sweet here, where he just tries to clean a bike, only to… what I can only assume… rupture a water pipe. Maybe next time use something with a pH level closer to 7, Alden.
  
  Nicely done!
  
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2. Makokam
  
  August 29, 2021
  
  Woo. Lucky he only took the rust off the bike.
  
  So, did he hit some sort of aquifer…or a waterline? One of those is going to get him in a lot more trouble than the other. lol
  
  I like that he seemed to need to add magic into the potion to…make the ingredients do what was desired? Like… you need the magic energy and then the “magic words”, or in this case the “magic ingredients” to make the energy do the thing you want.
  
  I guess?
  
  Cool story. ^_^
  
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3. Ryngar
  
  September 9, 2021
  
  This reminds me of my son, forever wanting to make something cool and, in the process, having disastrous consequences. Very well done!
  
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Makokam

August 27, 2021

Chronicles of The Dragon: Sufficiently Advanced Science
By Makokam

Jostica walked into Thomas room, carrying a large poster. She cleared a section of wall and hung it up.

“What are you doing?” Thomas asked.

Smoothing it out she said, “I want you to study this. Memorize it. Every bit of it. You need to see this in your sleep.”

“Okay,” Thomas said, looking around her at it. “Why?”

“Because it’s a spell.” She walked over to him and poked him in the forehead. “And if you burn it into your brain you should be able to use it.”

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I’ll just ‘attune myself to the universe’ or whatever,” and turned back to his workbench.

Scowling she marched over and spun him around, “I swear I’ll never understand how you can build these,” she pointed at one of his gauntlets, “But can’t believe in magic, despite seeing me do it repeatedly.”

He sighed. “It’s not that I don’t believe in it. It just doesn’t make any sense.”

Jostica threw up her hands, “No one’s powers make sense! Blaise glows pink and moves faster than sound!”

Thomas waved his hands, “Okay. Yeah, but no. We’ve been studying these things. We understand the source. Kinda. There’s a single trait everyone with power has in common, and that’s a way to draw ridiculous amounts of energy out of–”

“The universe? Maybe?”

“Well, yes. But there’s a science to it.”

“There’s a science to THIS!” she said, gesturing to the poster. “It’s possibly the oldest science on earth!”

“That’s not science. This is science,” he said, picking up the half assembled gauntlet. “I know every part of this and how it works and how it could do something different. See, this is the shockwave generator-”

Jostica snatched the part he pointed to and held it up. “This is a spring. How, exactly, does this make a shockwave that can punch through steel?”

Thomas opened his mouth.

“No, I don’t care. Just memorize the spell. Please.” And she turned to leave.

Thomas sighed. “What does it do?”

She stopped, and turned. “It’ll let you talk to me. Wherever you are.”

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1. C. M. Weller
  
  August 27, 2021
  
  That could be a spell for chaos to be honest. If you watch Critical Role, see every time Jester used Sending to talk to literally anyone.
  
  Methinks Jostica could benefit from learning sufficiently advanced technology just as much as Thomas could benefit from learning sufficiently analysed magic.
  
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  1. Makokam
    
    August 27, 2021
    
    Lol
    That is effectively what this spell is. But she specifically said it would let him talk to HER to keep it simpler for him, and hopefully increase his chances of success if he tries to do it. So hopefully less chaos and definitely no “Are you pooping?”
    
    Oh, no doubt. I try to write their dynamic more as “Your tech is basically magic so why can’t you appreciate my magic?” and less, “neither understands the other”.
    Larger story wise, I wanted him to be stubborn and “It’s a hokey religion” at the start so he can make the effort to change that mindset for her.
    …
    I now want to write a Star Wars fanfic where Leia went to tatooine and became the Jedi. That has to have been done dozens of times by now though.
    
    Thank you for reading and commenting!
    
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2. Jocelyn
  
  August 27, 2021
  
  I don’t know enough as usual, but I always like to know more. I love slice of magical life. 😅
  
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3. Marx
  
  August 28, 2021
  
  Awwww, I really love this interaction. It’s so well presented. You can easily make out Jostica’s frustration with Thomas’s dismissal of magic as some mystical force he wants nothing to do with when from her perspective its something that could save his life. And I adore the clear similarities between technology and magic that are tossed around.
  
  Just the fact that Jostica wants him to memorize every part of a rune while he’s pointing out that the reason he’s so comfortable with technology is that he knows every part of it. Lol it’s also kinda funny that she dismisses his explanation of technology in a similar way. It’s all just a really fun take on the prompt. Well done!
  
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4. Arith_Winterfell
  
  September 4, 2021
  
  I found this story rather amusing in its exploration of the differences between science and technology. Jostica seems really bossy and unwilling to try and understand where Thomas is coming from. Part of me wonders if he would work to understand magic better if she tried to understand his science in turn. It is interesting how these stories explore the conflict between how science is understood vs. how magic is understood. With magic seemingly un-understandable at its foundational level. One wonders what might be possible if all the sub-pieces were understood what could be accomplished. Also I like the nice touch how the spell is basically not to much different than a telephone (though perhaps with the added ability to reach into magical places too).
  
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5. i-prefer-the-term-antihero
  
  September 11, 2021
  
  This is a nice story!!! I really like the take on the prompt.
  
  I can’t remember if I’ve seen Thomas before. He’s on the Ryleh quest, right? Was he the one flirting with her in one of your stories too?
  
  I like the idea of someone literally living in a world of magic and superpowers and still not believing in magic. It feels weirdly realistic.
  
  “It’s not that I don’t believe in it. It just doesn’t make any sense.”
  Jostica threw up her hands, “No one’s powers make sense! Blaise glows pink and moves faster than sound!”
  —XD Nice
  
  “ “The universe? Maybe?”
  “Well, yes. But there’s a science to it.”
  —Also nice XD
  
  “This is a spring. How, exactly, does this make a shockwave that can punch through steel?”
  Thomas opened his mouth.
  “No, I don’t care. Just memorize the spell. Please.” And she turned to leave.
  —I love how she was like “No, I don’t care, because it doesn’t matter, that’s the point.”
  
  The last line feels like it’s supposed to be powerful, but I’m not really sure I get what’s powerful about it…
  
  Very cool story!!
  
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refreshing firecrumb

August 26, 2021

Rust, Dust and Fairy Guts
By refreshing firecrumb

“C’mon, wake up, maggot!”

A sudden crack of pain spreads across my cheek. I awake to a grizzly man shouting in a coarse voice.

“Gods damned, finally! Was startin’ to think I bagged another veggie.”

I look around. I’m in some sort of crude workshop, with wood scraps hastily nailed together for walls. I’m sitting in gray sand. Sky green and stars purple. Everything is moderately lit, even with no sun in sight.

“Son, tell me what’cha remember.”

“I… What? Why?”

“Cause I’m tired of giving guns to coma patients. Do faeries ring any bells in that thick skull o’ yers?”

“Well… yeah, they did go public after all. Wait, what do-”

“Then do you know about the overnight war?”

“Not a clue.”

The man grimaces, taking a big huff of his cigar before speaking.

“Hate ta’ break it to ya kid, but the fae snatched up a ton of us and took us offworld.”

It took me a moment to process what I heard before I responded. “I… How many-”

“Least 100 mil. That’s my guess.”

I’m speechless. A few moments of silence pass before he reaches his hand out to me. “I didn’t drag you outta that camp for you to sit and wallow. Now get up.”

…

After feeding me and giving me some questionable water from the black sea nearby, the man told me of the situation at hand.

Apparently, the fae abducted a load of humanity and put them in “science camps” across the galaxy. It’s like the fae physically cannot understand human science on their own, and after seeing our many technological advances, they elected to snatch us up and force us to make things for them.

Soldierboy here, madman that he is, managed to escape into a pocket dimension, and has been raiding fae sites for months with his homemade “magitech,” as he calls it. The materi-

“Stop writing your life’s story! We’ve got work to do!,” He screams as he sparks a gateway to life.

“Wait, I’ve never fired a gun before!”

“Point and shoot, simple as that. Now, MOVE IT!”

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1. ThatWeirdFish
  
  August 27, 2021
  
  I love this story. The combination of science fiction and fantasy makes my world-building nerd heart very happy. I also love how distinct the two characters are. My favorite part is where the gruff guy shatters the narration. It made me chuckle. I love it because it totally feels like a scene in a movie where our protagonist is trying to journal but his companion drags him off to adventure. Or battle in this case. Well done and I want to read more of these two. Their dynamic is fantastic. Well done!
  
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2. Makokam
  
  August 27, 2021
  
  This was fun.
  Interesting to think of the Fae as interplanetary.
  Curious just how much time has passed and why this guy is so unaware despite having been rescued.
  
  Sounds like it’d make a great Edge Of Tomorrow style movie.
  
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3. Arith_Winterfell
  
  September 3, 2021
  
  An interesting story. I admit I don’t quite understand the significance of the strange colors (e.g. green sky, purple stars, black sea). Is it just to give us a sense of an alien landscape? Or does it signify something about character and their perceptions of reality? I don’t know really. All in all an interesting exploration of a conflict between Fae magic and human technology and where it could go.
  
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ThatWeirdFish

August 25, 2021

The Great Debate (Golemtide Universe)
By: ThatWeirdFish

It was early in the morning. Too early for debate, but that never stopped Cay. The twenty-something golemancy major posed the question over morning coffee while scribbling down his latest invention idea.

“Is golemancy a magic or a science?” He mused, scratching the side of his temple with his pen.

Across the table, Ryan, one of Cay’s flatmates, blinked. The caffeine from his coffee kicked in just as his brain registered the question. “Of course, it’s magic,” his morning voice growled. “We use rituals and blood sacrifices for father’s sake.”

“I know, I know. Just hear me out,” Cay said as he tucked his pen behind his ear. “It takes years of study, right? It has laws that are universal and infallible. We make theories about it and test them with logical thought. So, therefore, it’s a science.” He grinned as he finished with a flourished hand gesture.

Ryan’s eyes glared skeptically at Cay over his coffee. “You’re telling me, a practice so ancient we have cave paintings of it, is a science?”He frowned and set his mug down. “They were making golems before we even knew what the scientific method was. Clearly, it’s magic.”

“That’s just it!” Cay exclaimed, “We have journals from scholars of the practice dating back centuries! People were always studying it, experimenting with it, pushing its boundaries. If that doesn’t scream science, I don’t know what will.”

“Too loud,” Jade, the last flatmate, grumbled as she entered the room. After getting coffee, she glanced at Cay and turned to Ryan. “Did he stay up all night again?”

“I wish,” Ryan sighed, reaching for his mug again. “He’s claiming golemancy is science instead of magic. Which it is not.” He emphasized the last word with another glare.

“Oh, it most definitely is,” Cay began. “The existence of the Great Laws since ancient times-”

“You’re both wrong,” Jade snapped. “It’s an art form.”

Ryan sipped his coffee and sat back as the two brightest students in all of Harthwright College passionately argued over semantics for the next hour and a half.

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1. Tamela Redfin
  
  August 25, 2021
  
  Haha, this feels like the debates we have at our house, but with coffee instead of tea. I laughed and loved it.
  
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2. C. M. Weller
  
  August 28, 2021
  
  I love how the debate is derailed here. “Magic!”/”Science!”/”Magic!”/”Science!”/Dude who just woke up: “Art. STFU.”
  
  Any sufficiently advanced science can be indistinguishable from magic.
  Any sufficiently analysed magic can be indistinguishable from science.
  
  Art does both.
  
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3. Makokam
  
  September 2, 2021
  
  … I seem to have not hit “post comment” this morning and have lost what I wrote. Damnit.
  
  I think it was something a long the lines of…
  
  There’s always a scientific element to magic. How else are new spells discovered or developed? Aside from worlds where it’s just given or told to the caster by a god or some other sort of patron.
  
  OMG I ALMOST DID IT AGAIN.
  
  This was a really fun story, and I’m really curious about this world and what it’s like, since it sounds like it’s full of all sorts of Golems running around like droids in Star Wars.
  
  Thanks for writing it.
  
  [Aggressively clicks “Post Comment”]
  
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Tamela Redfin

August 25, 2021

Is this thing on?

By Tamela Redfin

Night was falling and I noticed cyphas were out and got an idea. I paced in my room before finding what I was looking for: my pen. I clicked the top, listening for the static noise before speaking.

“This is Phosphorus Cameron Boyle. Today’s date, March 14th. Time of day. 11:35. Time to find out more about the mysterious creatures living on the doormat of Western Rolt. Better known as cyphas.”

I walked over into the streets, but quickly the cyphas ran off. Well, except for the one. “You again.”

Radon Cecilia walked closer. “Humans have a weird way of greeting us. What brings a researcher like you out here at this hour? You can tell your little friend Feldspar-”

“No, not Feldspar Augen. I’m… trying to better understand your type.”

“Why should I believe you? Thanks to humans like yourself, I got my nails filed down!”

I seized my opportunity to speak. “It’s not normal to file your nails?”

She looked annoyed. “Would you file off a rhino’s horn? How about a horse’s hooves? That’s what I thought.”

“So it’s keratin.”

“Yes, like a badger or a prairie dog. Fitting as we are supposed to live underground and not in some desert in a barren wasteland.”

“This isn’t your ideal living?”

“Ask yourself this: what about a light grey, long clawed humanoid creature with night vision screams superbia?”

“I think you’re looking for the word suburbia, Radon Cecilia.” I corrected.

“Get on with your questions! I’m asking more than you are.” as was the design, I thought, but proceeded.

“What would you call cyphas then?”
“Scientifically, I’d call them Homo Deterra. As a man of science, I’m sure you understand the term.”

“Yes I do. Are they nocturnal by nature?”

“What do you think we are, badgers? Moths? Sulfur Cora wouldn’t care either way, but we are diurnal”

“Can all cyphas turn invisible and have special powers?”

“That’s a stupid question. I don’t ask you if all humans can throw fireballs. Like humans, we don’t have special powers. Though I understand humans thinking thick skin is a power.”

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1. C. M. Weller
  
  August 28, 2021
  
  Interesting. The Cyphas are a creature who uses a telepathic forget-me field to obscure their existence from the Real World – or most of it. Magical people are immune? Sort of? Our Hero(tm) definitely is.
  
  Edit note – put spaces between all paragraphs. It makes for easier reading in the long run.
  
  I do like the scientific nomenclature. Homo Deterra definitely has a ring to it. I’m also starting to wonder about the element names.
  
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  1. Tamela Redfin
    
    August 28, 2021
    
    I can explain those now since Sapphira wouldn’t get hers for about four more years.
    
    At around 14, (gifted students might take it sooner) humans and cyphas alike are sent to a center in a nearby city to take a test with about a hundred questions.
    
    The test is noted to be mostly nonsensical; think internet quizzes like “What fruit are you”? Also it should be noted no two quizzes have the exact same questions.
    
    The result is, as it’s called, the rank. This rank determines the type of job a people can hold. Radon, for example, is a person in training to be a guard. Cameron’s rank means he is a researcher. Hydrogens are bodyguards while Sulfur is the president and so on. People can get jobs outside their rank, but it’s more difficult.
    
    Then there are the “bad ranks” aka Copper, Iron, and Carbon. They do what would be considered grunt work and may be banned from entering fancy establishments. (This happens in the main series to a copper)
    
    In other notes: It is considered rude or informal to not refer to a person by rank and first name (eg Feldspar Augen, Phosphorus Cameron, Radon Cecilia, etc) Some people with similar names might hold on to their rank names (example from main book: Boron Louis and Chromium Louise) In a real world example, it would be like not referring to a doctor by their title.
    
    Hope this helps explain a bit more.
    
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    1. C. M. Weller
      
      August 28, 2021
      
      That’s WAY deep for a drabble-esque thing like this. I honestly believed the elements were the names.
      
      Is the static/forget-ability related to Cyphas or the training?
      
      And if the Cyphas can be forgotten by (most) regular folks, why do they bother participating in society as we know it in the story?
      
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      1. Tamela Redfin
        
        August 28, 2021
        
        That’s why I keep that info for the main series. Sorry to confuse.
        
        Okay, those questions.
        
        1. I think you misread something. They don’t have that normally. I think you misunderstood the last few lines. Cecilia can only psychically turn invisible. In this universe, people (and cyphas) do have element related powers, but they aren’t that. Cyphas “powers” are related to healing faster and having better endurance.
        
        2. Cyphas, for better or for worse, are not forgotten.
        From the last prompt, Cameron wonders if humans misrepresent them. They are portrayed as savage creatures that are incapable of love. But after Cameron saw Cecilia and her friends show human emotions (comfort, guilt and sadness) he got curious.
        
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RVMPLSTLTSKN

August 25, 2021

The Hallward Brush
By RVMPLSTLTSKN

“The Hallward Brush,” the grinning bazaarier said. His hand flapped at a miniature sword rack containing all manner of pens and brushes. The top place was held by a mundane-looking, paintcoated brush.

“It is said,” the bazaarier continued, “That it grants immortality.”

The customer, a balding man in a tweed jacket, smiled graciously. They both knew what he wanted and the preamble was a formality.

“It will freeze your despiction in time, in life.”

“But not always,” the customer said. “Lady B——— still aged.”

“No, not always. There’s a missing piece, of course. An unhealthy dose of truth. An understanding of reality! An epiphany, my good man! That’s the magic!”

The customer frowned. “Why a brush?”

“Well, I’m no grifter! We’ve all heard of Master Dorian G——. Well, this is the brush what did him in!”

The customer produced a loup, held it awkwardly against his bulbous nose and leaned forward. He spoke from the corner of his mouth, his slight lisp becoming more prominent. “Does it only do people?”

“Got a favorite pet, have you?”

“No, I was thinking more abstract. Can you imagine what kind of laws I could fashion with a brush like this? Unbreakable, yes?”

“Well, I don’t really know. Could you even write with a brush?”

“The Japanese do it.” The customer glanced at him. “No one has ever tried it?”

The bazaarier laughed quietly. “Who would? Sir, I offer you an opportunity at immortality and you think of forging unchangeable laws? You could have all the carnal pleasures of the world with none of the ill effects.”

“How well that worked for Dorian G——.”

“Even so, sir!”

“I am quite satisfied with myself,” the customer said softly. “I have no desire to waste this one chance at permanence on such a creature as myself. London has seen quite enough of my scarred face. I do not think haunting it for another lifetime to be prudent.”

He smiled through stained, crooked teeth. “Leave such frivolities to the young and beautiful. I want to leave a true legacy. Something I don’t have to live with.”

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Alex

August 24, 2021

A Masterpiece (Darkspell Universe)
By Alex Nightingale (aka Spectre)

Six years ago, the legendary Azamod Aerenhardt created his masterpiece. She was not a thing of beauty or glory. Not a statue, exhibited in a famous museum or a powerful machine. No, she was alive. The first of her kind. A thing of wonder, made of clay and stone. And he called her Lilith.

Five years ago, he tried to teach her how to feel. How to be human. She didn’t understand. She couldn’t understand. At least not yet. She asked why she was not allowed to leave the basement and why she was given two bronze pistols. She did not know what her purpose would be and what others like her had done. Azamod promised, he would explain everything and that it would all make sense soon.

Four years ago, he kept his first promise. He took Lilith out into the world and introduced her as his long-lost daughter. He showed her how to use pistols and how to make and maintain them. He showed her how to make machines and how cables worked. How electricity flowed and how to calculate. Then he taught her how to pretend.

Three years ago, Lilith had killed for the first time. It was a clean kill, targeted and without any sacrifice from bystanders. Azamod was secretly proud. Finally, he knew that she was different. Different than the rest of her kind, who killed without distinguishing between necessity and excess. He taught her about advanced mathematics and languages, strategy and magic. Lilith listened, always learning. Pretending to fit in.

Two years ago, he tried to teach her about herself. Lilith knew her purpose. Father gave it to her, after all. Eventually, he asked her what her own purpose was. She reacted, confused. How was she supposed to know? He just chuckled and said that, in two years, she’d be ready. Just two years…

One year ago, Azamod Aerenhardt died.

Today, Lilith stood over Father’s grave. She was a miracle of magic and science. She stood over countless dead bodies.

And not a single saved person.

“I’m sorry, Father. I’m failing at your purpose.”

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1. Connor A.
  
  August 26, 2021
  
  Lilith’s origin story is so interesting! I love how you modeled the second half of this submission to showcase the passage of time and highlight the important moments of her life. Though I want to hold off sharing my own opinions on Azamod in case something about him is revealed that changes that, it’s clear that Lilith does care for him.
  
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2. ThatWeirdFish
  
  August 27, 2021
  
  Well done! I like how you showed the progression of time in this story. The rhythm of starting every paragraph by setting the date also adds a poetic feel to the piece. And the sense of a ticking clock. I also like that we see Lilith grow as more challenging things are taught her with each passing year. Overall a great character study and an excellent start to a longer narrative.
  
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3. Calliope Rannis
  
  August 29, 2021
  
  Awww, this was a bittersweet story for sure. It’s hard to discern Azamod’s true purpose in creating a living weapon that can actually think and feel like a living being, but it seems like he was kind enough to Lilith at least. For the same reasons, it’s hard to tell if Azamod’s death was a tragic thing, or something that secretly saved Lilith from a dire destiny – but it’s a tragedy for her, regardless.
  
  The idea of just being on the cusp of finally getting to know what your true purpose is, only for it to be terminally cut short before it could be told to you, is a difficult thing to even process, let alone live with for the rest of your existence without an obvious thing to replace it. And it’s clear that Lilith isn’t coping so well with that weight, at least internally anyway.
  
  A touching story this week Spectre. Well done! 😀
  
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4. i-prefer-the-term-antihero
  
  September 1, 2021
  
  Aww I really like this!!
  
  No wonder you were mentioning wanting to read about my Victor’s creation of the Creature, the beginning of this is very Frankenstein-y XD
  
  I wonder what she is, and how she was made exactly. You said she was “The first of her kind” but then at one point you said “Different than the rest of her kind.” I don’t know if the latter just means humanity, as you did say he taught her to pretend to be human. Or if there are others like her–if either he created creatures like her before but they weren’t successful, or if she *is* a preexisting creature, like a demon or something, he just sorta futzed with her existence. Like maybe putting a demon into a clay body?
  
  I’m guessing his name is probably a reference but to what I’m not sure XD I’m very curious about this guy, and if he’s human himself, and how he was able to create life out of clay and stone…
  
  I’m also guessing Lilith is a reference too…if I remember correctly there was a story about her being a demon who was Adam’s first wife? If so, an oddly dark name to give your new creation for sure…
  
  I really love the countdown of years. The structure is engaging and works really well.
  
  “Five years ago, he tried to teach her how to feel. ”
  –Beautiful.
  
  “She asked why she was not allowed to leave the basement and why she was given two bronze pistols.”
  –Powerful image. I wonder why he gave her the pistols before he taught her how to use them.
  
  “Four years ago, he kept his first promise.”
  –Love the phrasing.
  
  “Then he taught her how to pretend.”
  –Interesting and sad.
  
  “Finally, he knew that she was different. Different than the rest of her kind, who killed without distinguishing between necessity and excess. ”
  –Love this.
  
  I really like the twist that he dies. That you build it up that he’s teaching her new things each year, and finally we get to the most important thing of all, her purpose…he can’t teach her that.
  
  “She stood over countless dead bodies.
  And not a single saved person.
  “I’m sorry, Father. I’m failing at your purpose.”
  –Aww. You know I love characters with a conscience, who value life, and I’m glad to see Lilith fits that.
  Other reviewers were questioning Azamod’s motives, but for me, if anything, this last bits tells me his motives were at least in some part good, even if his methods were questionable. If his purpose for her was to save people, and minimize casualties, he can’t be all bad. Right?
  It’s sad that she hasn’t yet been able to save anyone…
  
  Great piece!!
  
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C. M. Weller

August 24, 2021

Steampunk Inheritance [From Private]
C. M. Weller

My luck is… weird. I honestly don’t have any other word for it. I’m the kind of person who finds a random coin on the street and still end up five cents short for a coffee. THAT kind of luck. I just sort of bumble my way through life and prepare for the worst while hoping for the best. Good luck always has a catch when it comes my way.

So when I inherited a heritage building from an obscure grand aunt because I was the only person in the family who didn’t know the drama… I just knew it was either a junkheap or haunted. And I was right. I inherited a fixer-upper plus a hoarder nest.

Oh, and a ghost.

Well, not quite a ghost. It’s complicated.

So, yeah. The first week with a voice in the house was disturbing. Granted. It’s a better place to live than the old cockroach castle I used to pay too much rent on.

A lot more storage space for a start. Like the surprise cellar I’ve unearthed. That’s where my not-quite-a-ghost exists. I can’t exactly say ‘lives’.

This place used to belong to a really smart lady who wanted to live long enough to do everything she wanted. Real bad case of idea fission. BUT one of her more interesting ideas came with a rare find of the miracle element – Benjimium. Since it was the Victorian era, the only real tech she had access to was clockwork, mysticism and… building a new body.

My ancient ancestress mysteriously vanished and people locked up the cellar and forgot about it. Yet, she never really stopped working on her magnum opus. The result is disturbing.

Ever seen Metropolis? Imagine someone started with that robot as an idea and then ran out of materials somewhere along the way. She’s a mess. Especially around the knees.

If she had made working knees, she’d have busted out and taken over the world years ago.

Stairs are her mortal enemy. Thank. God.

I’m still working out how to calm her down. Maybe if I got her some internet?

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1. Tamela Redfin
  
  August 28, 2021
  
  One question, How does this NOT have more reads?! Then again this week felt kinda slow.
  
  But well explained and good lines. It all fits together, which I like.
  But those rude (not) ghosts. Stealing our internet.
  
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  1. C. M. Weller
    
    August 28, 2021
    
    How to conquer the world whilst locked in a basement:
    
    1) Crash the local bandwidth
    2) Have internet privileges revoked
    3) Review plans.
    
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2. Makokam
  
  September 2, 2021
  
  Wow. That’s what I was expecting but also not at all what I was expecting.
  They legit just locked her down there? lol That’s fucked. No wonder she’s pissed.
  Kinda surprised she didn’t make “able to walk up stairs” a priority considering she was /in a damn basement/.
  
  I assume they cleaned the place out before moving in, since they described it as a “hoarder nest”, but also mentioned having lots of storage space. Did they find anything cool but non-threatening? Anything they were able to sell for decent money?
  Oh god.
  The taxes.
  
  Oh well. Hope the internet plan works out well.
  
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  1. C. M. Weller
    
    September 2, 2021
    
    More like the highly superstitious relatives closed up the basement and never looked inside because “evil things happened down there” etc. etc. haunted house yaddah yaddah.
    
    Meanwhile, Robo-Aunt is still putting herself together, so to speak. The legs were last.
    
    You’d have to be crazed to want to live there and hoarders tend to get kicked out of everywhere else etc.
    
    The heir definitely has some problems not limited to the aunty in the cellar.
    
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Connor A.

August 24, 2021

Same Interest, New Friendship (Sword Isles)
By Connor A.

Given the nature of teleportation, the spell would most likely depend on all four elemental bases. The only way to know for sure was to make and test a circle.

But what about the ratios? Would mixing more than two elements in a spell even work? That was not even considering how the components would interact in practice.

Marcos scribbled that much down to start. Under that he wrote, “Goals,” as a smaller heading and looked back over his initial thoughts. Perhaps the first step would be to—

From the corner of his eye, Marcos saw someone approach him. When he looked up he saw a masked figure looming there. While most people would be horrified, Marcos only grinned.

“Oh, Death. Finally time?” He looked around the dimly-lit library in a casual manner. “Let me guess, a criminal is gonna break in and I nobly sacrifice myself for this place?”

Death looked around as well before answering, “You are not set to die tonight.”

“Then why come here?”

“To help you leave this place before the city watch accuses you of trespassing.”

“Library’s still open, though.” Marcos stared at Death, paling as the silence spoke for him. “Fuck.”

He gathered the books from the table and almost tripped on himself as he scrambled to put them back where they belonged. When he went back to grab his journal, he saw Death reading over the first page.

“Teleportation,” Death mused. “I thought I was the only one curious about how that worked.”

Marcos opened his mouth to explain, but stopped when Death closed the journal and held it out.

“Explain while we walk.”

Marcos nodded, took the journal back, and followed Death out.

“I thought it would be neat to figure it out,” he began, “but there’s not a lot of research on what I need.”

“Hm. Perhaps I can be of some assistance?” Death asked, then clarified, “This hardly seems like a one-person effort.”

“Y’know…having a firsthand account wouldn’t be a bad idea. You got yourself a deal, partner.”

The two shook hands, then quietly slipped out of the building.

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1. Alex
  
  August 26, 2021
  
  Marcos is being a tad mischievous here, isn’t he. Given his actions, I assume he isn’t supposed to be in the library. I must say, I do enjoy this tricky side of him. It’s come through before in stories with him and I’m happy to see it stays.
  
  Death was also really fun to read about. I love how he takes the book on teleportation and tries to understand it. The dynamic between Marcos and Death is really great. I can totally imagine them as a dynamic duo swash-buckling their way through the Sword Isles.
  
  Good piece!
  
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  1. Connor A.
    
    August 26, 2021
    
    Thanks! I would say that Marcos changed the least since the first Sword Isles submission; he’s definitely had a few tweaks, but his foundational quality of having an opposite personality to this Death is definitely consistent. Figuring out how the two even became friends was a different story, but thankfully Death’s transition from a full-on workaholic to a workaholic with an unquenchable curiosity about the world made it easier.
    
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2. Marx
  
  August 27, 2021
  
  I really love the dynamic between Marcos and Death. The mischievous and playful nature of their interactions is just a delight to read. Even the way that Marcos initially teases Death about his own death got a little chuckle out of me.
  
  I also really enjoyed the scientific way that magic was described, which fit the prompt perfectly. It did very well in the word limit, but you can easily tell that without that barrier there’s a lot of fun that could be had with the idea. Great story!
  
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  1. Connor A.
    
    August 27, 2021
    
    Thanks! I’m glad the spellcrafting bit actually came across as scientific. Trying to fit that into 350 words was the hardest part of the writing process; it originally had a lot more detail to better highlight what the process of spellcrafting is like, but there’s always time to expand on ideas elsewhere.
    
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Calliope Rannis

August 24, 2021

The Eldenite Demonstration (Nyssa’s Story)
By Calliope Rannis

“Well, that’s all the basic theory covered,” Nyssa announced to her audience of academics. She smiled coyly. “But I don’t think we all gathered here today just to hear me talk, did we?”

A ripple of excitement flowed through the crowd, as she drew a long pointed shard of pale blue crystal from her robes. “It is one thing to hear about how charged Eldenite crystals interact with soft-magic manifestations. Seeing it, however, is another thing entirely!”

With that, she placed the shard into a socket at the centre of the demonstration platform. Then she patted a nearby arcane glyph, causing it to flash into life – and before her, a glimmering immobile disk of magical force took form, floating a couple of feet above the crystal.

Nyssa clapped her hands excitedly. “Okay! Everyone, prepare for a lightshow!” With one hand, she started rapidly spinning a little wheel in front of her, as the crystal began to glow with flickering emerald light. With the other, she carefully turned a crank, extending the crystal’s socket upwards and bringing the shard closer and closer to the magical surface…until finally, she cranked the flickering shard straight into the force wall.

The sound was the most immediate thing – a staticy ripping sound, as the crystal pierced right through the barrier. The previously solid magical manifestation now quivered like an animal in pain, shuddering and distorting around the shard. Then Nyssa began to rotate the socket, twisting the force-substance like paper, as the noise rose to a screech and the disk began to crumple and fray–

–raw energy tore away from the disk, striking the ceiling with a howling blast–

–and suddenly a flash of white light filled the room, and the twisting, screaming magic was dispelled in an instant.

Nyssa looked across to the back of the crowd, and locked eyes with her superior – Quelvara, her hand still outstretched in a magic-dispelling incantation. Her usually stern expression had been usurped by one of sheer horror.

After a moment of silence, the crowd erupted into applause, as Nyssa smiled back at Quelvara, her expression defiant.

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1. Alex
  
  August 25, 2021
  
  Gotta say, for a moment towards the end, I was convinced something horrible was going to happen. And, granted, it almost did, when Nyssa activated the Eldenite crystal. Lucky Quelvara was on the scene. An interesting idea is “soft-magic manifestation”. Does that mean the magic is more unpredictable?
  
  I like seeing more of Nyssa, teaching at university. It’s a nice change of pace to see her happy and in her element like this. She seemed to really enjoy teaching and demonstrate the wonders of magic to her students. It’s a real shame to see her demonstration almost go so wrong.
  
  Well written!
  
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2. Marx
  
  August 28, 2021
  
  Lol wow, THAT clearly could have gone very badly. And I love how you showed that mostly with your word use. Almost painting the magic disc as a being that was being tortured in a way. Or at least that’s how I read it. And the fact that a blast almost happened if it hadn’t been for that very quick intervention was just icing on the cake of how the experiment could have gone.
  
  And I also love that you can tell where in the timeline this is just by how both reckless and happy Nyssa is. It’s even a but unnerving because you know where this mindset will lead. It just shows how fleshed out she is as a character. All in all, I loved this story. Well done!
  
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Constellasphere

August 24, 2021

Nonexistent Magic (repost from private)
By Constellasphere

There was an overwhelmingly melancholic air in the dimly lit room. Candles were close to being burnt out, having reached the base and at the end of their wicks. Even the magic concoction itself didn’t glow very bright, it’s metallic colour dull and unimpressive. A number of materials – from stardust to wolf fangs, dried frogskins and the beaks of durocqs – were scattered carelessly on every surface. Yellowed papers with seemingly endless scrawls and lines of research were overflowing; they were impossible to not step on as they littered the floor.

Stepping forward, the mixture is done. It smelled foul and probably tasted no better, but it wouldn’t matter in the end. It’s lifted away from its burner and the bubbling within the beaker subsides. With the heat gone, it’s metallic colour grows ever yet darker.

Nothing moves. It’s silent, a reminder of the contents of this life. But in this stalled moment of clarity, the silence had an unexplainable lightness to it. A memory plays out from the want of better days: an open field of flowers, where it’s quiet beyond the wind whistling through the grass and trees. In the distance, the trickle of the river and the calls of creatures could be heard. And the sun. It was shining brightly, complimenting the azure sky with its glow. This place, the memory, was nostalgically painted in sepia. Within a blink of tired eyes, the sun grew so warm, so beautifully warm.

The empty beaker falls to the ground and shatters, scattering more of the notes and materials that were threatening to do the same in time. Where there should have been a sound, an outburst, there was nothing. In the lack of words, there was no logic.

One by one, the candles within the room begin to blink out, their flames engulfed by melted wax. The last one to burn out was beside the glass beakers, in few moments transitioning from dim to nothing.

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Marx

August 24, 2021

Oh, Grow Up!
By Marx

Teriana’s garden appeared to stretch on forever with such a variety of perfectly maintained flora that it still boggled Matt’s mind whenever he saw it. And yet somehow this morning, he’d woken up to what appeared to be a brand-new part of it that contained massive sections of his kitchen and dining room from back home. “W… wha?”

“Told you he’d be speechless.” Mara chuckled, reaching across the table to add more bacon to the growing mountain of meat already on her plate.

Bacon, eggs, pancakes, waffles, sausage, even hash browns and what appeared to be freshly-squeezed orange juice. There was a practical buffet awaiting Matt on the table, as he saw Laila still slaving away in the kitchen, steadily cranking out more food to replenish what Mara was eating. “Morning Matt! PLEASE eat something so I’m not just throwing food straight onto Mara’s plate.”

“I’m a growing demon!” Mara giggled as she dug into her meat mountain.

Matt quickly sat down and began to pile a more balanced amount of food onto his plate, “Okay… but I expect an explanation while I eat all this.”

“That’s what she said.”

“Mara! Behave!” Matt said with a mouth full of pancakes.

“Never.” Mara winked back.

“Anyway…” Laila visibly rolled her eyes at the demon’s antics. “You said that you wanted to live in the temple since there’s room for all four of us. So… I thought… maybe you’d want some amenities from home. Kitchen… dining room… indoor plumbing…”

“We’re in an ancient temple with a mystical garden in one of its rooms.” Matt got out after another delicious bite. “Where are you even plugging in the appliances?”

“Magic IS a thing, you know.” Laila giggled.

“…Magic can power technology?”

“And technology can power magic.” Laila looked thoughtful, “Under certain circumstances…”

“Huh…” Matt looked around at the new additions with a newfound appreciation. “Well, I am officially impressed. And not just by your cooking.”

“Thank you…” Laila blushed.

“This is way too much though…” Matt said, looking at the food.

“That’s what she said…” Mara smirked, piling more on her plate.

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1. Connor A.
  
  August 25, 2021
  
  These three share an amazing dynamic. I also love that you addressed how magic and technology can affect one another; it can be easy to keep them separate since they seem like different things, but at the end of the day, what is technology if not an odd form of magic. Great job as always.
  
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  1. Marx
    
    August 27, 2021
    
    Thank you! I do try to keep these to two people if I can help it, but I do think the third person absolutely helped with the banter. And I totally agree with magic and technology being separate but also… not, which the prompt helped me play with as a concept.
    
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2. Calliope Rannis
  
  August 29, 2021
  
  D’aww, the dynamic between these three is adorable and amusing as it often is. Especially Mara, with all her jokes and sass, and Matt/Lalia’s reactions to that. XD
  
  Furthermore, the concept is really neat and makes sense too – it makes more sense to me that tech and magic would be able to intermingle whenever possible, maybe not perfectly but still. The idea of a harry-potter-like ‘tech no work around magic’ or vice versa just feels weird to me – it’s not like technology has an inherent antimagic to it or something right? This is also why I like technomages in sci-fi stories too. ^w^
  
  And I have to ask – did Lalia just replicate his kitchen and dining room within this temple garden, or did she literally go over to his house and just loot those rooms (and the pipes!) for everything important? Both are equally likely to me, though the latter is orders of magnitude more funny. XD
  
  Great story Marx! 😀 ^w^
  
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3. Makokam
  
  August 31, 2021
  
  Honestly I’m mostly surprised the appliances are apparently real. Like…did they run to Target during the night? Or Bed bath & Beyond?
  
  I definitely love the idea of “magitechnology”, but this is one of the first times I’ve seen it where they’re plugging a toaster into magic. Somehow. Though, maybe not. I feel like there have been a lot of cartoons or Disney shows where magic just makes appliances GO.
  
  I’m also wondering if there’s some…implication with Mara being STUFFED with MEAT.
  
  I’m also concerned about what Teriana will do when she notices someone built a kitchen in her GARDEN.
  
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  1. Marx
    
    August 31, 2021
    
    Lol oh no, Laila was literal here. She said things from home and she meant it. Anyone who tried to sneak into Matt’s house would be confused why chunks of the kitchen and bathroom are missing. She can always put it back as easily as she took it, so she wasn’t overly fussed about the details.
    
    And while, yes, the meat implications are on purpose because it makes me chuckle, it’s also because Mara is very much a carnivore by nature. There was a version of this prompt where Matt asked where all the meat came from and they’d either refuse to answer or imply that Mara hunted it all, which is why Laila was on kitchen duty.
    
    As for Teriana though, she was ALSO cut from the story unfortunately. Lol its Matt’s will in a sense, so she’s fine with it. Especially since its only a small part of her immense garden. She might have gotten a bit upset if they took over the whole thing though.
    
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