Writing Group: Dreamscape

Hello, Sweet Dreamers and Nightmare Bringers!

Am I dreaming? Am I still awake? I can’t tell… this is unlike anything I’ve ever seen before. There’s no way I’m awake… is there? No one is going to believe this place, because…

This week’s Writing Group prompt is:

Dreamscape

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Dreams. Places of fantastical stories and unbelievable events. You never know what could happen, for there isn’t always a plotline to the dreams we have. But this is more than just what goes on within our minds.

A dreamscape is a landscape or scene with the strangeness or mystery that dreams often have. Places that may or may not actually be real. Say, for example, you venture to a far off land you’ve never visited before. Sure, you’ve seen photos and heard stories, but to lay your very own eyes upon it yourself is nothing short of wonderful. From endless flowery fields, to waters filled with glowing algae, to the highest peaks in the world overlooking the rest of this beautiful planet. These scenes are certainly breathtaking, and one might even describe them as something from a dream. Maybe you’ve moved to a new town, and upon wandering, you find the most serene, secluded little spring amidst the crowd of trees behind your new home. The waters glisten, the grass is a blue-green, it’s simply beautiful… just like it was when you dreamt of exactly this scene so long ago.

One thing to remember, though; not all dreams are pleasant. Maybe the landscape you come across is some old, ancient battlefield left to time. Armor, weapons, and skeletons are sprinkled across the dark, shifting sands. Perhaps some broken architecture protrudes from the dunes like crumbling claws grasping for the clouds above. Maybe the land before you is vast, rolling hills… charred black and still smoldering from the forest fire that had just passed, leaving the once lush valley scorched to ashes at your feet. 

Beauty, light, serenity… 

Repellency, darkness, desolation…

Only a few of the valid words to describe a world that blurs the line between dreams and reality. Now, venture forth, and paint with colours unknown a land that no one sees like you do.

—Shawna

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Comments

137 responses to “Writing Group: Dreamscape”

  1. Dream Away

    By G.J. H.

    “You? You are dead!”

    He smiled and leaned back into his armchair.

    “Yes, regrettably so.”

    “So, this isn’t real?”

    “You didn’t figure it out yet? This is a dream. Look around, does anything here seem real?”

    A large Printer walked by smiling as he twirled his walking stick. He left inked pages where he had walked. The pages landed near a table in a tiny room on a wide grassy plain where some men sat and drank beer from flowerpots not minding the giant lilac bear that was crammed into the room with them.

    “I see. I didn’t notice them before.”

    “That’s not your fault you couldn’t have noticed them, you hadn’t dreamt them up yet.”

    “I… didn’t. Ok, so it is a dream. But did I dream you up as well?”

    He leaned forward again and tilted his head.

    “Well, not really. You see they are products of your mind but I exist beyond it. It’s somewhat complicated. You might say I dreamed myself up, using your imagination.”

    A Tentacle wiggled up between the opening the eye at its tip, looking around.

    “Uah! What is that??”

    He looked at it briefly, then shrugged.

    “Don’t mind it, you dreamed it up you can probably undream it.”

    The eye closed again and the tentacle withdrew.

    “So… everything here is just made up by my mind. But you are not?”

    “Exactly.”

    “So, if you’re not really a part of this dream. Will you still exist when I wake up?”

    His lips curled into a sly smile.

    “No.”
    “You won’t wake up.”

  2. The Architect

    By Gabriel M. Rayback

    The architect of dreams is one that I don’t believe we will ever fully understand. What he does with the inner workings of the human mind is a very complex craft, using our deepest inner hopes and fears to craft strange moments. What does he gain from crafting these strange episodes that happen while consciousness is away from our grasp?

    A doctor I once knew, one Doctor Jacobson, once tried to confront this strange artist. I had been asked to accompany him as he undertook this bizarre experiment. I remember very vividly the strange capsule that he took: one half red, one half yellow. The Doctor had designed this pill to grant him the ability to have conciseness while in the strange lands of the inner subconscious. He looked at me hopefully as he swallowed the pill dry and lay down upon the bed.

    Several hours had passed before the Doctor awoke. I had almost been taken by sleep myself when he jolted awake. I saw the fear in his eyes as he turned to me. His voice was that of a man who had seen something he shouldn’t have. I remember exactly what he said to me, and I fear it to this very day: “I have spoken to the architect, the one who creates the dreams. Beware him and his power. Keep the dreams in the dreamscape.”

  3. Arith_Winterfell Avatar
    Arith_Winterfell

    A Vision in the Dark

    By: Arith Winterfell

    The darkness of the cave surrounds me along with the smell of incense. The sound of the flutes and drums echo through the corridors from beyond the cave’s entrance. Outside the celebration continues, but here within the cave of dreaming I see the soft pinpoints of glowing light from the candles in the wall alcoves.

    The room shifts in darkness, like black spirits moving and dancing about the candles’ glow. I feel the strange slipping sensation, as if my mind is like the sand of an hourglass slipping from one chamber to another. Then the room brightens. I see the endless sands stretch before me. I am standing in a desert at night. Three alien moons hang in the heavens above. Before me stands a towering statue, broken at the waist with the top half missing. Still the statue exudes a commanding presence despite being broken and crumbling, speaking volumes of this dead and terrible king. All about me stretch the endless dunes, vast and desolate.

    Suddenly my eyes are drawn to the three moons now realizing the moons just blinked at me. Not vanishing and reappearing, but rather like the slowly blinking eyes of a terrible creature or alien divinity, its form suddenly visible, not from light, but in the moving darkness that blots out the stars.

    Now I am falling, tumbling, reaching out to grasp the stone walls of what looks like a deep well into which I am suddenly hurtling. The hands of my kinsmen reach out to me from the walls of the well. I reach out and grasp them, only to gently land and find myself once more in the desert, though this time no triple moons disturb me with their presence. I hear the distant chanting of my kinsmen rising like a glorious anthem, I rise with them, and awaken in the cave once more.

    The attendant looks at me with concern. “What did you see?” he asks softly.

    “The tusked men’s king will fall before us, but a more dangerous threat lies beyond him. It watches us even now,” I reply.

    1. Very interesting! I very much enjoy the descriptions in this one. Very vague but they paint the picture. I love how the sound of flutes and drums rings in the background. That makes it seem really surreal and almost Lovecraftian. This was a good one, keep up the good work!

  4. Danny Gilhooley Avatar
    Danny Gilhooley

    The Shack
    By Danny Gilhooley

    “I had this dream, the summer Robbie disappeared,” I said. “That day, we took a hike through the woods. We found this old shack that we figured high school and college kids used to smoke and drink. It was a crappy little thing. Someone probably built it with some old plyboards they found at the dump.”

    “I bet it was Alex,” Gavin muttered, chuckling as he took another drink. “Doesn’t his dad run that place?”

    “That night, I dreamt we were back in the woods. We came across a shack, and we walked in. There was just a hallway and a small classroom space. But the thing was, it was much nicer. I felt uneasy being in there because the inside seemed so much bigger than what the outside was. But Robbie loved it. He looked over the entire thing and said that he wanted to make it his own place.

    “We walked out of there and kept walking, but during the dream, we kept coming back to that shack. Same structure, same interior, but the hallway was longer. And Robbie was more interested in the place. “He stayed longer in that little classroom area. I ran right out, and he followed. But then we came back to it, and the hallway was even longer. And Robbie liked it even more. And it just kept happening over and over. Soon, I was running for over a minute just to get out of the hallway.

    “The last time, Robbie said he wanted to stay and look around. I remember screaming at him we had to get out. He didn’t listen, and I ran out without him.”

    I took another drink. Gavin finished his.

    “Then I woke up,” I said. “The next day, Robbie was missing. No one knew where he went. And the shack from the woods got taken down the next morning.”

    Gavin slouched over. “Spooky, man,” he muttered. “How’d you come up with that story?”

    “Not a story,” I said. “I had that same dream again last night. And the night before. I’m wondering if I’m next.”

    1. The framing device of retelling a dream is really a great choice here. It feels very natural, the way the main character and Gavin interact. I honestly have a friend who is similar to Gavin, and it was blowing my mind a little while I was reading.

      You do a great job of sucking the reader into the story, and the words the main character uses are quite believable. He definitely builds on the atmosphere of the dream and allows it to play out. Gavin’s reactions were both natural and funny. I didn’t get the impression that he was skeptical, but he had that certain disconnect that most people do when they don’t experience something firsthand.

      The mystery of it is intriguing, Danny. What happened to Robbie? Did he disappear into the dream world? Was there something, perhaps some malevolent spirit or something of that nature, that took him away? I wonder if Robbie’s interest was because he knew something about the shack that the main character did not. I too am curious to know if the main character will be the next one to disappear.

      Overall, I really enjoyed the story. It feels like a campfire tale. It leaves me nostalgic for a time when people would just sit around a campfire in the middle of the woods and regal each other with their best spooky stories. Although, I’m pretty sure the main character isn’t making up a story just to try to scare his friend. Great job! I cannot wait to see what you post next. Thank you so very much for writing and sharing this.

      1. Danny Gilhooley Avatar
        Danny Gilhooley

        Thank you so much for reading! I wish I was able to elaborate further but I was close to the word limit, but I guess that adds a layer of mystery around the story.

        Very happy you liked it!

    2. Quetzalcoatl Avatar
      Quetzalcoatl

      …I don´t know. I mean, it definitely is a great story, that much I know, but I simply unable to understand this feeling I got from reading it.

      First you mirrored reality by linking the old shack with the one in your dream. It is a pretty neat move to reel the readers in. This mirroring somehow has the same feeling as when I imagine the other side of a mirror invading our world, but it wasn´t the reason for my unease. Rather it was the classroom. Every time the protagonist and his friend returned the hallway kept growing and yet, Robbie could not resist his curiosity and despite the obvious abnormality of it he still decided to stay.

      And as if the content wasn´t already enough, the way you let the story be told by the protagonist made it feel even more real! It is exactly stories like this, that are seemingly easy at first glance, but are terrifyingly horrific when reading, that will leave your readers paralyzed with fear!

      (Well, even if say that I still like it very much. It is just that I can´t keep my hands of stories like this even though I know that I get far too absorbed in them. But the fact that it is amazing still remains unchanged.)

      1. Danny Gilhooley Avatar
        Danny Gilhooley

        Hi, thank you very much for reading! Really appreciate your feedback!

    3. Very well done. This one kept me on my toes for sure. I was wondering, was Robbie a real person? Because at the beginning he’s talking about it like Robbie was real, but Gavin’s reaction seems to indicate that it was just a made up story. The ending was pretty good too, did it’s job as an ending to a scary story. Keep up the good work!

      1. Danny Gilhooley Avatar
        Danny Gilhooley

        Thank you so much! Never thought about that setup, very interesting! Definitely leads to very different scenarios.

  5. Papileser Avatar
    Papileser

    The Fire and the Shadow
    By Papileser Eilitharl

    When Aldrich entered his childhood bedroom, he drank it all in. It hadn’t changed even the slightest since he had left. Every book still lined the shelf, untouched. Every painting on the wall still hung regally. His mother sat in the corner of the room, still alive.

    His shadow walked past him, its yellow eyes pierced into Aldrich’s. It spoke in a rumbling voice within his mind, “Ah, this old place again. Have you not tired yourself with it?”

    Aldrich glared at the shadow, “You know why I’m here.” He started searching the room high and low, looking for anything out of place.

    “This is the fifth night in a row, give it up already,” the shadow grumbled as it hovered behind him.

    Aldrich said nothing and continued to search. He had to find it. He had to stop it.

    Suddenly, a much younger Aldrich burst into the room, giggling with glee. His mother looked over with the warm smile that always appeared around her child. The small boy ran over to his mother and embraced her legs.

    Older Aldrich could only watch sorrowfully, jealousy of himself forming. He felt a single tear rolling down his cheek. The shadow behind him drifted up to him. “You already know what happened,” its voice cackled in his mind as it appeared in front of him, “You know who killed her! You know why you are here!” The voice grew to a roaring howl as the shade laughed at him.

    Aldrich screamed “Be quiet!” as he hurled a ball of fire formed in his hand. The shadow laughed maniacally as the flame tore through him. As the shadow dissipated, Aldrich could see the look of horror on his mother’s face.

    Flames gripped her dress as a look of horror dominated her face. Young Aldrich leapt back, a look of horror on his face, his hands still alight. As her scream filled the room, the walls of the room burst into flame, the paintings crackled in the fire, the books fell from the shelves.

    Aldrich awoke, sweating profusely.

    1. This was really cool. I love how you reveal what happened to Aldrich’s mother at the end. I was a little confused about the mechanics of the shadow. I couldn’t tell if it was a 3D dark person in the room or a 2D shadow on the wall and floor. It was called a shadow but it “walked past Aldrich” and “drifted up to him.” All in all, I enjoyed this.

    2. First off, Papileser, I LOVE this title. It’s a fabulous hook. Oooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh! Aldritch is pyrokinetic, at least in the dream! I REALLY love how you mix the past and present within a dream. It’s a beautiful blend.

      As dreams are sometimes, it’s very vivid. The nostalgia for Aldritch is warm and sweet. It’s one of my favorite parts.

      I feel that the shadow is a combination of Aldritch’s guilt over him accidentally killing his mother (that part was heartbreaking, by the by) and the remnants of the flame itself. That honestly gives it a touch of the supernatural.

      Critique:

      The only critique I have is that you use the word horror a lot. I think a variety of words would have been more impactful.

      Overall, this is a slightly dark tale that can honestly delve into the psychological. Aldritch’s trauma is bared here, and I would sincerely love to see how that affects him in his day-to-day life. I’m also curious as to if the shadow would make a reappearance in his dreams or even in the waking world. I truly enjoyed this story, and I can’t wait to see what you share next. Thank you so much for writing and sharing this.

    3. SunflowerBoi Avatar
      SunflowerBoi

      Ah, this story! This was a fantastic take on the prompt. I liked your use elements and objects at the beginning of the story and twisting them at the end. If you don’t mind me asking, but is the shadow a metaphor of Aldrich’s guilt? If so, I really enjoy that use of symbolism and giving that glimpse into Aldrich’s subconscious.

  6. Quetzalcoatl Avatar
    Quetzalcoatl

    This Dream, my self
    By: Quetzalcoatl

    It was a strange land I found myself in, with stranger things surrounding me. On a paved road I wandered towards an unknown goal as I watched the wonderous landscape unfolding before my gaze. Rotten trees, once ancient ruins, decided to rebuild themselves. Spiral flowers sucking each other in, glued together in a loving kiss. Honey dripping just like blood, instantly turning red. Salty rain falling from crying eyes, tearing the sky apart. And the road continued still, unwavering in front of all this strangeness.

    It was a table, where it led to, to a merry tea society. I sat down too, as if I were a part of them. “And am I not”, I asked myself, “for it is my dream, they are appearing in?” The tea set was quite unusual, had spider legs and compound eyes. It was pretty amusing to watch, as it tripled and slithered in all directions to serve tea and biscuits. Though the guests were even more bizarre. Two seemed to be twins, as each of their bodies was made from a single line, constantly swirling and circling, endlessly changing their form. It was impossible to distinguish between them, though the right one did look a tad bit shadier than the other. Another one lifted himself up by holding the armrest; he missed his lower half, and his guts held his cup up as he took a sip. Next to him was someone, who drank with his eyes, since his mouth was located in his pupils. The others all hid in their shadows, all besides one, a young man at the other side of the table, wearing a macabre hat, smiling oddly.

    He then stood up, took one of the eyes off the sky and polished it to be a mirror, which he handed me. And as I looked into it, I gazed into my own horrifying reflection. My face, my body was made up of hexagons, my hollow insides clearly visible. Their laughter distorted; my shock froze it all.

    For I myself am but a mere dream within a dream.

    1. Oh! Is this a reference to Alice in Wonderland?? That’s so cool Quetzalcoatl!

      I really love the juxtaposition between the serenity of the story and the descriptions within the story. The narrative voice seems at peace with the strangeness and the horrific sites. I especially enjoyed the honey turning into blood.

      Salty rain falling from crying eyes, tearing the sky apart. (This is a very powerful image.)

      I also really love that you don’t hide the horrific sights in this. Another thing I love is that the main character are themselves a dream. It really makes one question reality outside of the dream. It also, at least for me, raises the question if dreams are able to dream.

      Critique:

      Though the guest(s) were even more bizarre.

      A very lovely, thought-provoking piece. I’m very curious to see what you submit next. You most certainly have a way with imagery that really leaves a lasting impression. Thank you so very much for writing and sharing this.

      1. Quetzalcoatl Avatar
        Quetzalcoatl

        Thanks for the great review, Luna! I´m really glad you liked it. And yes, there were actually some references. Lewis Carroll is my favourite writer, and I was deeply influenced by his style of writing. Though I believe that it has long since left the realm of children´s books…

        Anyway, I am really happy for my story to have gotten such positive response and I sure do hope that in the future I will still be able to continue doing this.

    2. Hmm. This was interesting. Caught some vague whiffs of Alice In Wonderland, but I may be overreaching.

      This was very dream like in it’s oddnesss and “it makes sense in context and the context is that it’s a dream”-ness. But at the same time I feel like it’s a bit TOO odd, even for a dream. Well, odder than any dreams I can remember at least.

    3. Danny Gilhooley Avatar
      Danny Gilhooley

      One of the things I really liked was how everything, from the road the narrator walked on to the tea set, was all ‘off’ in their own subtle ways. Definitely feels like this could’ve been a real dream. For example, the sentence “The tea set was quite unusual, had spider legs and compound eyes.” The second part of that sentence really hits you by surprise. And the descriptions of it tripling and slithering also just add to the weirdness of it all.

      Very well done!

  7. Little Fish (Chronicles of The Dragon)
    By: Makokam

    Jostica closed the door behind her and threw her backpack into the chair at her desk. She walked around her room, lighting incense. Then sat cross legged in the center.

    Trying to meditate quickly was pretty much the opposite of what all the books said to do, but she didn’t have all day.

    She closed her eyes and tried to will herself into a state obliviousness. Forcefully disconnect from the physical world.

    Every source she could find said you needed to do this slowly. Let yourself drift away. But fuck that. She didn’t have years to practice. She barely had a few hours a day.

    And so she ignored all the advice and warnings and tried her best to shrug her spirit free of the mortal flesh like a butterfly shedding its chrysalis.

    Finally, she felt something pull, and pinch, and it almost pulled her back…and then she was free.

    She sighed in relief as she drifted around her room. Then she spiraled through the house, and flew up through the roof to look around at her neighborhood. Then she closed her eyes, took a deep, though unneeded, breath and threw herself sideways.

    Sideways was only a rough description of the direction. It felt more like she was turning herself inside out. And when she opened her eyes again, she was surrounded by the simple energies that flowed throughout the universe, binding everything together and creating life, by the feral Id of every living thing, and things that were never part of a mortal existence.

    In some ways, it was like swimming through a reef, or exploring the deepest trenches of the ocean. In others, it was more a waking surrealist nightmare.

    Using magic here was so easy as to be automatic. One’s thoughts could easily become truth, and you could study the energies as they changed reality in front of you. It was the perfect place to practice, if you could survive the dangers.

    And it was just as she was getting into a rhythm that she suddenly felt an awareness touch her.

    “What do we have here?”

    1. While all of your stories have a large amount of fantastical elements and magic in them, this one feels different. There are still those elements present, yes, but it feels shifted. It shows more from Jostica’s abilities while also displaying some of the world.

      I’m very glad to see more of Jostica. I understand her impatience (wanting to be stronger in order to prove herself and to be her own person.)

      There are really good descriptions and a nice sense of what it’s like to be in Jostica’s shoes. I really enjoyed this line: binding everything together and creating life, by the feral Id of every living thing, and things that were never part of a mortal existence.

      I also really like how this is likened to a nightmare instead of directly being involved in one. It’s a nice twist on the prompt.

      Critiques:

      And so she ignored all the advice and warnings and tried her best to shrug her spirit free of the mortal flesh like a butterfly shedding it’s (its) chrysalis.

      Ones (One’s) thoughts could easily become truth

      Then she closed her eyes, took a deep, though unneeded(,) breath and threw herself sideways.

      I like that you set up everything that she needs in order to perform this ritual. It was also fun for a little while. The cliffhanger, of course, leaves the reader wanting more. An overall enjoyable read. Can’t wait to see what the next installment brings. Thank you so much for writing and sharing this.

    2. Lol this story had me anxious the entire time. What should probably be rule number one in magic of almost any form is no shortcuts. There are rules for a reason and if you do break those rules, you’d better be a master.

      So Jostica using a shortcut just had me on edge because I was waiting for it to go badly. And while its possible that it did, it might or might not be because of the shortcut used. That’s left vague, which only makes it all the more intriguing. But at least on the surface it looked like using the shortcut worked just fine for her.

      Speaking of which, the cliffhanger was used pretty well. Just because it could be a bad situation or it could just be another magic user bro-ing out with her. Its left up to the reader’s imagination. Though acknowledging that there are dangers in this world does lead me to believe this isn’t going to be the most friendly of conversations.

      Well done! Also, your description of magic here was just done very well. I could easily picture the surreal nature of it all. Great take on the prompt!

    3. Aw mannnn! Teaser! Astral projection always sounds both neat and terrifying to me. The spirit plane is scary. And who dat?! Who poked her? 😜

  8. Insania404 Avatar
    Insania404

    Recurring Themes (Oneiron Universe)
    By: Insania404 [Repost from Private]

    I felt no impact, but the jolt was painful nonetheless, like the atoms in my body ripping apart with the flick of a switch. My eyelids slid open mechanically, controlled by something other than my mind. Deep purple ribbons of color flooded into my eyes indicating that the day had withered and night was fast approaching. I had to get home.

    Slowly I stood up, peering over the edge of the river bank into the black ink flowing below. I opted to go around. My steps were slow and laborious as they fought against the incredible desire to remain motionless. Eventually, the opposing force relented, and I was free to move as I wished.

    I reached the other side of the river by the time the sun had released its final breaths. I quickened my pace. I had to get home. The sky exploded with a pale radiance and I found myself transfixed by twin lights in the darkness. They moved closer to me with every second, but I had to remind myself it was only an illusion.

    These lights couldn’t hurt me.

    I kept my head down and forced myself to carry on. I came to a small building and opened the door. The usual terrifyingly distorted smile greeted me.

    “Good evening, Andrew! I’m glad you stopped in. I was just working on yet another one of my unique contraptions. I hope you like it! It’s over there in the corner.”

    It pointed one of its fifteen hands to a small machine collecting dust in the corner. As I approached, the machine whirred to life, spitting out white text on a small black display:

    Oneiron Technologies Ltd.

    CiRFiS v4.60 Beta

    Running cirEnvTest

    Subject: Andrew Pulchant

    Vitals: Slightly Elevated

    Current Heart Rate: 135bpm

    Cognitive Function: High

    Motor Function: N/A

    Warning: SYSTEM OVERLOADED

    Running Diagnostics

    ERROR: DREAMER INTERFACE IS CORRUPT

    REBOOTING…

    REBOOTING…

    I felt no impact, but the jolt was painful nonetheless, like the atoms in my body ripping apart with the flick of a switch.

    1. Danny Gilhooley Avatar
      Danny Gilhooley

      Interesting, really liked how the ending alluded to the beginning like this was just one giant cycle. I really liked your description of Andrew trying to move after he booted up and his descriptions of what he sees (using purple ribbons instead of just describing the light).

      I was definitely interested in the person/machine greeting Andrew at the inn. I’m guessing this is a face Andrew sees regularly and that it’s still creepy even after looking at it (I’m guessing) so many times.

      Nice work!

    2. I love me a cyclical story.
      Repeating lines and motifs really add something to the texture of a story. Not many, I feel, would take a technological approach to a Dreamscape.
      It genuinely caught be off guard, the images in my head ran with it. Glitching and tearing and black screening because although they were led to it by the story, the dream kind of crapped itself. Like when your PC can’t run a specific cutscene in a game.
      Fantastic story!

  9. Perchance to Dream (A Tiefling Tale) [From Private]
    C. M. Weller

    Kosh wasn’t aware of when he made the mistake of falling asleep. This may remind him why it WAS such a mistake. Or he may believe he deserved the torture.

    He was running. The kind of slow running that gets nowhere and drifts through the air but is still the fastest he could run. Kosh couldn’t tell where he was running towards or what he was running from. He barely had an idea of where he was running at all.

    In one moment, it was the winding paths of the Dojo. Then, the halls of the castle of his childhood. In another, the winding ways of Waterdeep. In another blink, he was watching Master Bai fall from the high poles in their duel.

    This time, the Master splashed in a fountain of blood.

    He was standing in the court, looking up at the Earl his father on the blood throne. In the crimson glare, his father was a sneering expression in deep shadow. A breeze made itself known to him and Kosh realised he was naked. Under the gaze of the Earl, his Barons, and all their Knights.

    “Turn around, devilspawn,” sneered Earl Valiant.

    He turned, no matter how much he wanted to resist it.

    She wore white from head to toe. No details visible under veils, lace, and fine satin.

    She’s dead. He said she’s dead…

    Nevertheless, his bride still had breath to scream. She ran as she always had. Satin skirts, veils, and petticoats floating around her.

    “Catch her, you fool,” snarled his father, “or be alone forever!”

    He ran, chasing after her through a maze of passages. Into the Plane of Torment itself.

    Where his great-great-something grandfather sealed him away in chains. On the coldest peak of the mountains. Face to face with the old Warlock who started it all. Forced to make the Keep and the bargain that had doomed him.

    Kosh startled awake to the greys of the night. Alone. Someone had carried him to a bed. He would have to remind the staff to ensure he meditated. He could not rest any other way.

    1. Fun not fun dream. I like that I was able to get some of the references. I can’t tell if this is before or after he helped his bride-to-be escape their marriage or not though.

      Great dream elements. The symbolism and blending, as well as general fears and nebulous places and times.

      Curious what the cause of his nightmares are… aside from, ya know… everything. Since it seems to be a long standing issue of his.

      1. It is a VERY long standing issue of his. Some dream elements are older than others.

        There’s small hints as to where in the continuity this is. I tried to be subtle so not shocked you missed it. Staff plus “he said she’s dead” == back at the castle after he helped his bride escape… and believing that she really died.

        Because angst juice is delicious.

  10. Calliope Rannis Avatar
    Calliope Rannis

    The Endless Battles Of Peacetime (Corespace Universe)
    By Calliope Rannis

    The Core World of Vang hasn’t needed to activate its self-defence forces in over a century. It was once a world upon the border of humanity, the wilder unknown hanging before it like a great maw in the darkness. But in the decades upon decades since, humanity had explored much further, and now Vang was nestled comfortably within the relative centre of a vast human coalition of territories.

    Still though, in the deep high-security recesses of the planet, there lay a dozen silver droneships. Each slumbered within secluded hangers, held in steel cradles that were ready to launch them straight into orbit at a moment’s notice.

    One might think this a boring existence, to sit in silence and isolation, waiting for a fight that may not arrive for decades.

    But for Sigrdrifa, 5th Valkyrie of Vang, nothing could be further from the truth.

    In her electric dreams, she flew from her hanger every day and night, ready to face whatever enemy her Queen had decided to test the prowess of her Drone Commanders with. Oh, and what variety there was! The ragged forces of a Pirate Conglomerate, the blunt iron bulwarks of a Shellskin Advance Troop, the crystalline sphere and vicious energy arcs of a Crystalwyrm Terraformer…even foes with no basis in known reality, such as great clouds of ravenous nanites, or tentacled monsters as large as moons. All for the sake of practice, of refinement, of victory in every possible scenario.

    These battles had escalated, over time. The fights grew more intense and dangerous with every passing year, as the confidence of the Valkyries improved, and the victories continued to shine. Sacrifices were made. People, buildings, even Sigrdrifa herself, when most needed – but when the battle was over, and the simulation reset, victory was always theirs. The enemy was destroyed, and their Queen remained alive and intact within the core of their wounded world.

    It was her greatest pride, to have never allowed Queen Freya to come to harm. Not even once, no matter the danger.

    Sigrdrifa dreams in her silent hanger, content never to see the sky.

    1. MacBoiZen Avatar
      MacBoiZen

      The Corespace Universe does it again. I love all of the world building happening in this scene. All of the broad details about different groups, monsters, everything are super interesting. I wanna read so much more! Only real question I had was about Sigrdrifa, and it was whether she was “living” per se or a description of one of the drone ships. That’s about it though. Well written!

      1. Calliope Rannis Avatar
        Calliope Rannis

        Thank you for your review! <3
        In regards to your question: basically both! Sigrdrifa is one of a dozen Drone Commander ships known locally as Valkyries, and her AI complexity is more than enough to be considered a living being, and one who's at least a couple of thousand years old too!
        In a sense, she's one of the oldest lifeforms on all of Vang, along with the other Valkyries, several other AI lifeforms, and of course, Freya herself.

    2. I will fully admit that this universe just boggles my mind sometimes with the depth of it. I’m familiar enough with it that I know some if not all of the things that were mentioned have such rich backstories(the Shellskin Empire for example) and these ships are just part of that, which makes the whole thing both intimate as well as expansive.

      I do wonder if Sigrdrifa’s dreams are her own doing or on purpose. It’s sweet that she doesn’t get bored waiting for a war that might never happen. But the fact that her mind is constantly in battle mode makes complete sense. It’s such an interesting idea. As always, great work! Loved this take on the prompt!

    3. Fascinating.
      Only a dozen though?
      Those must be some kick-ass ships.

      For some reason I got “Ender’s Game” vibes.

      I need to remember to find your stories each week. I want to learn more about this stuff.

  11. A Guided Dream
    By Marcas José Tynan Lopez

    Have you ever opened your sleeping eyes?

    It feels like crying. The sudden swell of painful heat and the slow release of a tear. The piercing pinpoint of your pupil lets in just enough information to make sense of your surroundings.

    Its your mind’s fault they don’t make sense in the first place.

    How else can you explain that the sun is an eye? Peering at us. Its too big to notice us, but still the mile long veins twitch as we move, so its pragmatic to assume its vaguely aware of us.

    I shudder to think what happens when it blinks.

    We shouldn’t be able to stand. That numb cold lapping against your ankles is the ocean trying to sink you. Trying to assert its authority. But you and I, we’re skating on the sea’s skin.

    Towards the islands.

    A net of sharp and jagged knives, bobbing in the ocean. The closer we get the realer they become, like they’re being rendered just for us. Keep up, or you might be erased in favour of a far off vista.

    Landfall is sudden and clumsy, like a first love’s kiss. You dust off the grey ashy sand from your knees. My focus is not drawn to you, but to the tower.

    A clean column of concrete, decorated like a temple, in all its glory.

    You fix your tie, smooth the creases of your shirt, pose for me. You look dashing. I reach out and envelop you. You’re not really there, barely the bones of the idea of you. But I appreciate you hugging back nonetheless.

    You walk into the tower, I can barely see you leave.

    The sun blinks, and I whisper…

    “Don’t forget me.”

    1. This seriously screams cosmic horror, and I love it! The visceral nature of the descriptions really sucks this reader in. It also has a very existential feel to it. Seems experimental oh, but I am definitely intrigued by it.

      This feels very much like saying goodbye to someone. But it also feels ritualistic. Like this person HAS to go in order to fulfill the monstrous desires of the sun blinking above. Honestly, this could have fit a prompt we had , I think, almost a year ago: The Sky Blinked.

      So, the protagonist is the guide, correct?

      I can definitely see how this can be read as a dream. The sun does not have tentacles nor is it perceived to be sentient. Honestly, I just can’t get that image out of my head. It is incredibly frightening and horrific to think about. I don’t know if that’s your intention, but you’ve definitely got the beginnings of a very solid suspense/horror story here with resonance of bittersweetness.

      Critiques:

      Its (it’s) your mind’s fault they don’t make sense in the first place.

      Its (It’s) too big to notice us, but still the mile long veins twitch as we move, so its (it’s) pragmatic to assume its (it’s) vaguely aware of us.

      You look dashing. I reach out and envelop(e) you.

      I would definitely love to see more from this. I feel there is something more brimming just below the surface. I also really love the title. The use of I and you is really well done. It’s quite striking. I’m very glad you wrote this and hope to see more from you. Thank you so very much for writing and sharing this.

    2. Quetzalcoatl Avatar
      Quetzalcoatl

      Your story is honestly astonishing!
      Your first sentence alone was enough for my attention to be caught instantly. “Have you ever opened your sleeping eyes?” To ask the impossible right at the beginning lets your readers yearn for answers, for any kind of explanation. But you don´t give them any, which just keeps building up anticipations.

      And then you smoothly change the topic by introducing surreal, dreamlike aspects, directing the readers attention to a hole new plane of thought. It confirms the impossibility if the first sentence as it dramatically showcases the loss of reality. Anything can happen now, no matter how unthinkable. You used this freedom you created perfectly without becoming completely absurd, only leaving a lingering feeling of strangeness.

      The ending was just as well made. The sole moment of normality, one of the most humane behaviours suddenly destroyed by the unimaginable, the unspoken dread of the blinking eye. And despite all that, it still finishes with humanity’s most yearned wish: “Don´t forget me.”.

      I´m seriously having trouble thinking about what I could write to further improve your story, so I´ll better just shut up and congratulate you one final time for your great work.

  12. MacBoiZen Avatar
    MacBoiZen

    Guilt
    By MacBoiZen

    “Wake up, little dear. It’s already morning.”

    The springtime breeze seemed to carry the smooth voice to the form of the sleeping girl. She did not move at first, instead letting the cool wind comfort her again, but after a moment, her sapphire blue eyes fluttered open.

    “Yes, Mother,” she spoke softly. “I’m awake. Do you need me to–”

    Two things interrupted her question. First was a rather large yawn that escaped from her chest into the world. Second was the location she found herself in once she collected her thoughts and opened her eyes again.

    “Huh? How…”

    She raised herself up off the grass. She blinked a few more times, rubbed her eyes, pinched herself for good measure. But the scene did not change.

    Before her was a narrow gravel path that widened into a larger circle, and in the middle of the enclosure lay a ring-shaped koi pond filled with multi-colored fish which outlined a massive cherry blossom tree in full bloom.

    “No…this…”

    She followed the stone path to the little wooden bridge over the pond. She caught a glimpse of herself in the water’s reflection, dressed in a purple kimono, silver hair tied back and accented with a bell-flower. Her heart raced faster. She was so confused.

    Her hand reached out to the tree she remembered so fondly from her childhood, the tree that had brought her solace in her loneliest days. But as her fingers brushed against the wood, it vanished. The sky instantly turned a dark velvet. The wind’s caress became a violent tearing. She stumbled in the dirt, losing her balance and falling to her knees

    She looked back to where the tree had been. In its place lay three cherry blossoms and a small piece of parchment. Two of the flowers were dead with the other seemingly drenched in a thick red substance. The note only read:

    “Three blossoms. One family. You did this.”

    “No! No, I didn’t…”

    The world warped into darkness.

    Sayaka Shimizu sat up in her apartment bed, hugging her knees, tears streaking down her cheeks.

    1. Oooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh, Mac! This is a spectacularly outstanding story! Now, if I have read this correctly, this is a dream of a memory. Sayaka took three cherry blossoms from the tree when she was only supposed to take one. Perhaps that has finally caught up with her? Perhaps two members of her family, possibly her parents, have already been eliminated, and now it is finally her turn. And from the look of the remaining blossom, it’s going to be a bloody end for her. I felt her pain and fear at the end of the story. You wrote it so splendidly that I could almost touch it.

      It’s got a beautiful dark fantasy element to it. Even more so, the imagery is thought-provoking, and the metaphors and symbolism are really well utilized. I also love the take on the prompt. I could see everything so vividly.

      I’m quite curious as to if there are any particular stories or books that influenced this piece. I’m always fascinated by the Japanese folklore. Needless to say, I am excited for more of this particular storyline. I honestly hope you continue it. There is so much mystery and suspense surrounding it. I can’t wait to see what you write next. Thank you so very much for writing and sharing this one.

      1. MacBoiZen Avatar
        MacBoiZen

        Thanks! To be completely honest, I had a lot of trouble keeping this particular story under the word limit because there was a lot more I wanted to do with this scene. This story stems from an idea that I’ve had milling around in my head for the past couple of years, but never did much with. So when this week’s prompt was revealed, I thought I should give it a shot, kick things off somehow.

        As for your interpretation, it’s a bit different than what I had intended for this scene to be read like, but like I said, the word-limit kind of hampered my ability to properly create the best scene I wanted. Bit of a shame, but it’s no big deal.

        I can’t say there were any specific books or stories that influenced this in any meaningful way. All I can really say is that I’ve got an interest in Japan and I’d love to explore more about it’s culture and history and all that jazz. Would definitely help me develop this character more because I would love to develop this into a full-fledged novel or something to that degree.

        Thanks again!

        1. That is fabulous. And the word count can be hindering sometimes more than helpful and challenging and fun. But I would absolutely, without a shadow of a doubt, love to see this written in novel form. I would pay money to read more of the story. What you have here leaves a really big mystery, and I do believe that’s part of the intrigue. It MAKES me want to read more. Again, great job! You are absolutely welcome.

    2. scmarshtacky Avatar
      scmarshtacky

      Whew, I was really not expecting that twist at the end there. What beautiful scenery turning so quickly into a nightmare. But such is the nature of dreams.

      The beginning reminded me perfectly of one of the gardens I found attached to a Shinto shrine when I was studying abroad in Japan. It’s rather nostalgic since I haven’t thought about that area in quite a while.

      I’m glad that you had the chance to share such a cool idea. Needless to say, I love Japanese culture, folklore, and everything else, so I would certainly love to read more if you decide to turn it into a novel!

    3. I liked how this sequence feels scattered, but you use Sayaka’s reactions to form a through line for the dream. I was kind of confused about Sayaka’s appearance. She’s introduced as “the girl” and calls for her mother, but she has silver hair in her reflection. She has blue eyes, but her name seems Japanese. I suspect these would be explained later on though. Overall, I enjoyed this.

      1. MacBoiZen Avatar
        MacBoiZen

        Yeah, there was only so much I could fit into the word limit, so I could see why it felt scattered and not as detailed as it could have been.

        The appearance comments follow in the same vain. She is supposed to be Japanese, but the decisions to make her hair silver and her eyes blue are intentional ones on my end. If I write this into a longer story, there is a reason, but those details are not necessary for making sense of this story.

        Glad you enjoyed it!

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

      Oooh this very interesting and dynamic!!! I love how you always (or at least so far) take the prompts to a place of action rather than just description. It definitely draws me in.

      I like how your dreamscape begins with her waking up, leaving us to wonder what’s truly the dream.

      “Two things interrupted her question. First was a rather large yawn that escaped from her chest into the world. Second was the location she found herself in”
      —I liked this. The yawn image is super cute.

      “ Her hand reached out to the tree she remembered so fondly from her childhood, the tree that had brought her solace in her loneliest days. But as her fingers brushed against the wood, it vanished. The sky instantly turned a dark velvet. The wind’s caress became a violent tearing. ”
      —I really like your imagery/wording here too!!

      I like the way the tree becomes 3 petals, two dead and the other drenched in blood, it’s very stark and evocative.

      I’m super curious about Sayaka, what this event was (well, I assume it was her parents deaths but still) and what caused it, where she is now…

      Really intriguing piece!!

      P.S. Sayaka reminds me a lot of Kyoka from bungou stray dogs here!!

    5. SunflowerBoi Avatar
      SunflowerBoi

      I loved your use of imagery with this piece. It’s interesting how we don’t know her name until the end. Not only did you do a wonderful job of conveying imagery, but you also showed elements of tension and mystery. I have a great desire to see what happens next. Great take on the prompt!

  13. One Day At A Time
    By Wingman

    It’s a normal morning when the alarm goes off at 6:30 and I wander down the stairs. Normal breakfast. Normal walk to the bus. An everyday occurrence on the way to school. It’s when the bus stops I realize that I’m back at home… Did I really forget the whole school day?

    The house is a raging party, a concert blasting loudly enough to be heard down the street. More people at the party than go to my school. Who is the singer on the stage? I can’t remember the name. I see a banner hanging – it’s my twelfth birthday. Everyone in the crowd is a familiar face but I can’t place who they are. It’s my birthday so I must know them.

    My grandfather sits at the dining room table and wants to talk to me. Words of wisdom about life and who I should love that is clearly important enough to remember. I should write it down and I ask him to say it again. He’s gone. The house is quiet and I realize I’m alone. Seventeen is a lonely year and soon I’ll be an adult. Bills to pay and people to love. People to lose. How did I lose them?

    An engine starts and I rush out, my co-workers usher me onto the plane. It’s minutes until takeoff and I’m not sure how I forgot about it. My mom smiles at me as we taxi to the runway. She grabs my hand and says she loves me.

    Uniforms are wrinkled and as the plane starts its descent I stir. My coworkers look grim after hours in the air. It will be a long 6 months out here. I can hear my mom’s voice echoing from my dream as my team preps for landing.

    “Just take it one day at a time.”

    1. MacBoiZen Avatar
      MacBoiZen

      I enjoyed this little story. Great parallels between how it feels when you’re in a dream and how life feels when it sort of passes you by or goes by too fast. It’s quite the thought provoker. Not a whole lot to say in the way of critiques, so good job!

    2. You captured the confusion of dreams really well in this. I really like the details like “It’s my birthday so I must know them,” and the grandfather saying something clearly important enough to remember. One thing I struggled with was that I wasn’t always sure what age the narrator was. I think of the feeling of your life passing you by really well. Overall, I liked this a lot.

  14. Dream Escape
    by Permafrosh

    Taylor knew this was a dream. A concrete hallway lined with oak doors stretched forever before her. Taylor looked behind her to see the same sight. Once in a while, a door dissolved, and its splash echoed through the hallway. She didn’t know what the doors or the hallway represented, but Taylor needed to wake up.

    Taylor rolled up her left sleeve, searching for her birthmark. Her arm was bare. Taylor didn’t wake up. Taylor bit down on her thumb until she drew blood. It tasted like water. She felt no pain. Taylor didn’t wake up. Taylor attempted a handstand, like she did at cheer tryouts. She balanced perfectly. Taylor lifted one hand. She still didn’t fall. Taylor didn’t wake up. Ordinarily, any of these inconsistencies would be enough to jolt her subconscious, to break her trance. Taylor didn’t know who, but someone had built this for her, someone who knew how she escaped dreams.

    Taylor ran down the hallway, looking for something her mind couldn’t accept. There had to be something. There always was something. The doors dissolved more quickly. They now sounded like rain. Taylor couldn’t see an order to the disappearances. Taylor tried opening a door. It was locked. She tried another. Also locked. Taylor reasoned with herself. If every door was locked, then how did she get into the hallway. Taylor didn’t wake up? The dream maker had thought of that.

    Taylor stopped running and grabbed onto the doorknob of one of the remaining doors. She waited. The doors around her dissolved faster. The sound of rain blurred into a faucet. Taylor closed her eyes and waited. If the dream maker anticipated this, she didn’t know what else she could try. Finally, the doorknob in Taylor’s hand dissolved. It felt sticky, like sap or glue.

    And Taylor woke up.

    1. I like the way you kept repeating that Taylor didn’t wake up in the second paragraph. It really brought focus to all the different things she did to attempt to wake herself up. Was it intentional to start the majority of your sentences with her name? I think it was powerful to use the name a lot but I almost got distracted with how many times it was said. I enjoy the concept of a dream maker trying to keep someone asleep.

      Well done!
      Wingman

      1. Thank you so much for the feedback!

        No, it wasn’t intentional to repeat Taylor so much. If I rewrite this, it might be better to replace “Taylor didn’t wake up” with “The dream didn’t end,” or maybe to split up the second paragraph into smaller paragraphs.

    2. MacBoiZen Avatar
      MacBoiZen

      Super intriguing. Gives off just a hint of an Inception vibe with the concepts of manipulating and escaping a dream. I thought that repetition in the second paragraph as well help kind of set the tone for the predicament she was in, albeit even in such a short story. I agree that the use of Taylor’s name in the same paragraph was a bit…odd? I don’t know if that was a stylistic choice or not, but it felt distracting at times. But besides that, I love the idea. Well done!

      1. Thank you for the feedback! Now that I’m reading this again, I agree repeating Taylor’s name so much is a distracting. In future, I’ll definitely use pronouns a bit more and be more conscious of accidental anaphoras.

    3. Papileser Avatar
      Papileser

      A very interesting story. I like the way you described the actions she takes to try and wake herself up and how they fail in the second paragraph. The descriptions of the sounds of the dissolving doors made it seem almost real to me.

      One small little nitpick. In the first paragraph, mentioning the fact it’s a dream immediately removes tension from the story. If you just omitted the fact it was a dream, most readers would be able to make the assumption it’s a dream.

      Other than that, it’s a really great story, and I’d love to see it expanded into something more! Great work!

      1. Thank you so much for feedback! Starting with imagery instead of Taylor realizing immediately it’s a dream is worth trying out. I suspect you’re right about that most reader will recognize it immediately.

  15. Tyler Chancey Avatar
    Tyler Chancey

    Astral Archeology (From The Pages of the Oneiromancer)
    By. CosmicDesperado30

    I hated walking the Land of Nod. It wasn’t a place of lucidity nor was it completely abstract. No, it was a place of memory. The place that makes every single prescription of rose-colored nostalgia glasses and gives the fundamental bedrock of a functioning mind in equal measure.

    And yet here I was, walking through my life with no filters. Every mistake, every stumble made, stripped of all intentions. My inner perfectionist wanted to scream bloody murder.

    But I needed to see the truth for myself. I couldn’t rely on my memories, especially after the holes in them from the incident with the sapiophages. But here within this dreamscape, memory is set in ontological stone.

    I stumbled into the modest ranch house of my youth, the whole place glowed with old CRT scanlines. My twelveth birthday party. The day I dreamt two weeks prior that I would get the worst news of my life. Pizza bagels and sugary drinks were aplenty, my old friend Josh was trying to set a personal record for how many party hats he could put on. Foam swords and nerf guns were fired with wild abandon.

    Then, the deja vu hit my younger self’s face. A few moments later, he ran out to the front yard to meet our father. In an instant he had one foot out of the door, my face was in the middle of the loudest warning ever, and something struck out from the shadows and took his life.

    Yet, despite all of the trauma and guilt that still crawled up in painful knots, what I saw in that moment was the truth. It wasn’t the agreed upon irresponsibility of a drunk driver that struck him down. It was something not of this world. Something from this astral plane, one that feared what I could do.
    The memory of the being came to life once again, the vorpal claws of a rampant meme lunged forward.

    “Your mother cannot protect you now, oneiromancer!” It snarled.
    “Don’t need her to,” I smirked, my orichalcum weapon morphed into a repeater.

    1. This is a rather casual take on the prompt, Tyler. I can see you had fun with this. I also learned three new words.

      Either this dream world is more constructed to how our reality is built or the protagonist has a better grasp of it. I am curious, however, about whether or not the mom, the dad, or the main character’s younger self was struck down by a drunk driver (which he sees now was the doing of a creature from another dimension). I think it was his dad, if I’m inferring correctly.

      This feels like a battle fantasy story. Is the line about the mom because she was able to protect him all this time in some way? Overall, this is a pretty cool story. I had fun reading it. I am excited to see what you come up with next. Thank you very much for writing and sharing this.

    2. I really wish I knew what was going on, because it seems like you’ve got a really cool story here.

      The thing that makes me say that the most is the very end. We suddenly seem to be in a fight, but I’m not sure if it’s a “now” fight or a “memory” fight. I assume it’s a “now” fight since it’s from the narrator’s perspective. But I’m not sure what/who they’re fighting or where it came from. Did the memory come to “life” or did it track him here the way he tracked down the memory?

      Regardless, it was a cool set up. And a cool story in general. I find it especially interesting that here in this land of dreams he’s able to find the truth of what happened, when you’d (or at least I’d) expect a land of dreams to be the most obscuring of reality.

    3. Marcas Tynan Avatar
      Marcas Tynan

      A really nice and clean bit of prose. I do love the title of “Pages of the Oneiromancer”. It feels like the type of tome any self respecting mage would have in their library. The vivid memory swimming among abstract eccentricities of a dream was really well done.
      The Vorpal Claws of a Rampant Meme is a phrase that ought to be more widespread on the Internet in fairness.

  16. Song of Storms
    Jaz Writer

    The thing about camping that you love, and hate, are the sounds. You’re not sure what kind of animal made that noise, and you’re unsure of how to tell if it’s something you should bother with until your shelter comes caving in, but that probably won’t happen. Probably. Right? There’s something about surrendering to your surroundings, trusting that you’ve set up in a safe place, at least, until you are ready to move again.

    Your tent keeps you mercifully dry in the pattering rain. The piny breeze comes in light, cool bursts, a refreshing contrast to the warmth of your bedroll. The ground beneath you is at a slight incline, and you feel, for a moment, as though the world is pushing you along. You have an agreement with gravity; truly, you don’t stop moving, you only fall asleep.

    The world behind your eyelids is similar to the one you lay soundly in. Here, there is nothing between you and your view of the stars as the treetops drip starlight daintily to their roots, which sparkle through the soil and gather in a crackling creek snaking through your campsite.

    You breathe deeply, echoed by a symphony of whispering yawns. You are among many tiny forces that awaken with the rain; they stretch beyond their rest to join you in the light. Together, you lift your gaze skyward, basking as the moon coolly shines.

    A whistling song starts in your ears, and you sing along as crickets keep a creaking beat. It is not a song you thought you knew, but something ancient inside you remembers, and its tones flow freely from you, the shape of the sound second-nature in your mouth. Softness meets your palms, howling a harmony on either side of you. You realize in time your song sounds better than your anxiety implied.

    You sing until the pink of morning creeps through the trees. In the golden sun, you breathe, your sleep evaporating as the gathering mist. The shadows of leaves greet you through the canopy of your tent, and the early birds echo your dream.

    1. Shawyn Waddell Avatar
      Shawyn Waddell

      As someone who loves camping, particularly backcountry wilderness camping, this resonates. I feel like the first paragraph is not needed. Maybe the second, either. Your richness of description in the last 200 words stirs all the emotion.

      At first, I didn’t like the “story about myself” that I was reading, but I reread the story as a first person narrative, and as a third person narrative, and I like that the story is about me after all. It sets a very surreal tone — like, hey, someone else is in my head!

      I get a sense of melancholy as a reader, being the subject of this story. Again, maybe because I enjoy camping. Also, maybe, because it was emotive of the landscape where I grew up camping, opposed to the snow-capped mountains or the stark treeless prairie where I tend to camp now.

      Very nice job evoking emotion. Thank you for writing this.

      1. second person narration is one of my favorite tools for the exact purpose of the surreal feeling it evokes, as you mentioned, so i’m excited to see it’s functioning as intended. thank you kindly for reading, and for your thoughtful response <3 i'm glad you enjoyed it

    2. Adrian Solorio Avatar
      Adrian Solorio

      Hi Jaz!

      First, props on writing second-person. You don’t see people writing in that POV very often, it’s tough, so much props on taking on that challenge. I found this piece to be a love song to camping and nature. It reminded me of all the times I’ve gone camping and woken up, and laid in the tent listening to sounds of mother nature in the morning.

      I really liked your descriptive and melodic language. I really like this line: “It is not a song you thought you knew, but something ancient inside you remembers, and its tones flow freely from you, the shape of the sound second-nature in your mouth.”

      I agree with the sentiment. Deep down, were animals and were meant to be in nature. I’ve noticed the shift in mood when I go from the city to the forest or mountains. It’s always cathartic.

      As far as critique, and this probably isn’t even relevant depending on what your intentions were with this, but maybe having a little conflict may add something to it. What’s the conflict we all feel when our time in nature/camping is running out?

      Anyhow, thanks for sharing this piece with us!

      1. thank you so much for your thoughtful and detailed review. i’m really glad the melody of this one came thru, and i’m glad it brought up sweet memories for you. thank you for reading! <3

  17. Reminiscent Waters
    By Ann W. T

    It was once said that every dream was once, a memory. Something one buried deep within their minds and souls, to either protect it from being tainted and corrupted as years went by or to keep it in the dark so it would never be able to haunt and hurt again. That is the reason many dreams are so easily forgotten once a person opens their eyes- they are not supposed to be remembered. Yet if that is so, why would some remember their dreams so vividly that it would make them question their own existence and their own reality? Why some dreams could never be forgotten?

    As the woman felt the cold water piercing her skin like daggers, she found that the tears that wet her face shared not only the cruelty of the lake she now faced but also reflected its loneliness. The barren trees leaned towards its dark waters not as a bow to show respect of what it had once been, but a weep drowned in sorrow for what the lake had become.

    The woman fell on her knees, the water dividing briefly as if to give her space while the trees stared down at her, mourning her existence and her pitiful reality. If that was a memory she should not remember, why did it hurt so? Why would such a dream exist? The world had been reduced to nothing more but that single lake and its dried trees, the sky a sad mirror of those gelid waters that barely had the strength to move and the woman, she too felt her strength draining from her, been poured into those dark waters in a desperate attempt to make it live again, bring back to what it once was.

    Yet not her tears nor her life could bring the lake back and as her body melted and became one with the darkened and cold waters, the memory of who she was got lost, trapped as well. Becoming nothing more than a dream inside the lake, bounded to be forgotten.

    A memory, buried in its sad grieving waters.

    1. Shawyn Waddell Avatar
      Shawyn Waddell

      This is the second story of this prompt I have read, and the second one that yanks emotion out of me! Very nice. I feel the opening paragraph contributes little to the actual emotion of the story. I’d rather just jump into the action of the second paragraph.

      Sadness, despair, and a desire to melt into the landscape… yup, been there, done that. It’s a little angsty, maybe, but a very real feeling people have, increasingly it seems. Does the woman wake, or is this the dreamscape swallowing her along with her grief… I’d like to think that this is where, when the subject awakens, their grief has been cleansed by the dream, and they can begin the process of rebuilding.

      1. You bring joy to my writer heart. I’m glad to know it resonates with you, that’s all I could ask for!

    2. this story reminds me immediately of La Llorona weeping by the water. This flash piece does an excellent job of evoking a precise image and emotion. i would like to have seen a little more detail regarding the woman’s grief, just to deepen the mystery into why she’s mourning, but in general i always love a nice “lady turns into a river” story, it’s got those good-good mythological vibes.

      1. I hadn’t though of the connection before! Now that you mentioned, I can say you make fair points friend! Thank you for your words o/

    3. Mr. Kindness Avatar
      Mr. Kindness

      Wow, this one is beautiful! Such choice of words, something as losing yourself to the deep dark waters of Sadness, becoming a dream along the way, becoming a memory that probably will not be remembered. So dreadful and deep, i loved it!

      1. I am really glad that you enjoyed it! Thank you for your words, good sir <3

  18. Adrian Solorio Avatar
    Adrian Solorio

    Searching to Escape
    By Adrian Solorio

    Randy exhaled, coughed, and then he was in the world behind the curtain. He caught his breath and noticed again how time passed differently here. It seemed to slow, meld, stretch, and transform into something he could touch. In front of him, little prismatic sprites of time vibrated and danced, singing a teasing taunting song. He reached out for them: seconds, days, years, groping desperately for the past, recklessly for the present, and blindly for the future. Yet every time he touched one, it popped and vanished. If he could only take one back, his life would change. He knew it. “Think I can catch one?”

    “Who knows?” Spence laughed. “Who cares?”

    “I’m gonna—watch.”

    Then the two friends grew silent as the new world enveloped them. Hidden from sight, in the shadow of a building, they watched the street in wonder, where strange people with strange eyes, eyes blind and hollow to the world around them, wandered along the sidewalks without seeing where they went. They went with no sense, no awareness. They entered shining buildings, then came out, then entered shining vehicles whose metallic frames gleamed in the sun.

    Time passed. The sky brightened, the ozone warmed, the air shimmered and ripped while Randy’s lungs tingled and pulsed. An aching hollowness. The beckoning call of home. “More,” he gasped. “Pass it on.” Pain returning, he groped for the canister Spence held out to him.

    “Hey,” Spence said, “take it easy. You gotta take it slow.”

    Randy inhaled, coughed, and inhaled again. The new world swallowed the old world. When he exhaled the sprites danced, teasing, once again. If he could only catch one—he could make things better—fix his mom, help his dad. Make them better.

    Suddenly, a sprite lighted on his hand.

    And then a door opened.

    “Get the hell outta here,” a strange man yelled, “‘fore I call the cops—you goddamn, junkies!”

    The man kicked the boys with sunken, empty eyes, and they stumbled away from the building. He watched from the alleyway as the boys—ragged, lost boys—wandered towards the street, and he prayed they would find peace.

    1. This is an incredibly descriptive piece, Adrian. I love the vivid imagery.

      At first, I thought Randy was simply a person who wanted to get away from The real World by coming to this one. However, by the end of the story, I realized that he is not only looking for escapism; he is also looking for a way to set his reality to rights.

      Unfortunately, it is a very bittersweet story in the end. It certainly recontextualizes the entire story. These are two friends who are getting high to escape their problems. I really liked that slam back into reality at the end. I definitely wasn’t prepared. Quite the heartbreaking take on the prompt indeed.

      groping desperately for the past, recklessly for the present, and blindly for the future. (it definitely puts this line in greater context. It’s also a great one.)

      I also appreciate the man at the end hoping that the boys find some sort of relief from their downtrodden existences. Great job. Thank you so much for writing and sharing this.

      1. Adrian Solorio Avatar
        Adrian Solorio

        Thanks for the comment, Luna. I’m glad you liked it. Yup, you pretty much understood it for what it was. I think some people got dealt a shitty hand, experienced traumatic things, and it warps their emotions and reality. Something that’s tough to deal with on their own, and sometimes the only escape is going to another world, through some sort of mind-numbing, emotion-numbing means.

    2. yo this was dope! I love the magical realism of this picture painted in a few words, and the last line of dialogue does a lot for building the world as one with a stark variety of experiences. i enjoyed the contrast of vivid, lyrical descriptions, and the liminality of the action in the scene.

      1. Adrian Solorio Avatar
        Adrian Solorio

        Yo! Thanks for your comment, Jaz. Much appreciated 🙏

    3. Very interesting and sad story. Hard to imagine “solid time”, but that’s the nature of dreams (or hallucination, in this case): Everything looks real and plausible until the end.

      Reminds me of the patiens in an asylum near my old house: each one had a very sad story behind them, but were avoided like the plague.

      Keep up the good work!

      1. Adrian Solorio Avatar
        Adrian Solorio

        Thanks for commenting VTR. Funny you should mention asylums, I used to work with people who suffered from various mental disorders. Yes, you’re right, people who suffer from those types of things often have extremely sad stories.

        Anyhow, I’m glad you liked it.

  19. Shawyn Waddell Avatar
    Shawyn Waddell

    Bob
    by Shawyn Waddell

    Bob leaned back from his monochrome monitor, and rubbed his eyes with his leporine paws. His loping ears dangled past his shoulders. His whiskers twitched as the bitter stench of burnt coffee wafted from the break room. He spun his chair and let out a groan that signaled that Bob was bored, that Bob wanted to go home.

    Light streamed in from the expansive window, as though the office was the bridge of a starship overlooking a new world. Except it wasn’t a new world; it remained the office’s mundane view.

    “Why can’t they automate this?” Bob asked aloud, spinning. “I reached my 3 p.m. quota, and it’s just two!”

    Nancy’s steady chelonian typing did not waver. Tck-tck-tck, her keyboard clacked. Tck-tck-tck.

    “We have replayed the story infinite times, and yet, you still have not learned,” she said in her measured manner. Tck-tck-tck.

    Bob’s mind drifted, until the ubiquitous ding that indicated he was behind quota.

    “Three o’clock, already,” Bob sighed, and began to read the fuzzy green words on his screen.

    Memory from Ginny Mirabel Compton:
    The sky looks strange in this realm; like you are under a rotunda of swirling colours. The kaleidoscope dome touches the ground 100 meters away (~325 feet), dropping like a veil. A maelstrom of dark clouds always occupies the centre of the dome overhead. A constant barrage of shooting stars seems to zip through the air — not just through the sky, but through the air. They don’t hurt when they pass through you. After you get accustomed to the visual of light moving through your body, you stop noticing.

    Bob looked at the words on his screen, and looked out the window.

    “I’d hardly call it a maelstrom,” he said under his breath. His paw hovered over the button once labeled Del on his keyboard– the letters long worn off. What would it mean if people knew their dreams kept existing in another world, he wondered.

    A steam whistle. Five o’clock. Another missed quota. Bob pressed the button, and turned off his monitor.

    1. This is a very fun take on the prompt, Shawyn. It’s really fantastic that dreams exist long after we’ve woken and forgotten them. I also really love that you show time works differently here. One moment it’s 2 o’clock, the next moment it’s 3, then the next moment it’s 5. That’s a really great way to skew the logic of this realm.

      I also really enjoy the juxtaposition between the fantastical elements of this world and the mundane prattle of office work. It’s pretty funny. And no offense to the person having the dream, but I can understand why Bob is so bored and wants to go home. While the metaphors from Ginny’s dream are very vivid, the tone of voice she uses to describe the actions is very monotonous.

      Light streamed in from the expansive window, as though the office was the bridge of a starship overlooking a new world. (Oh, goddesses! This one is REALLY good description. It sucks you in.)

      So it would appear that the employees of this office are animals. I think that adds quite well to the fantasy element. I’m also wondering if they themselves were once dreams and became sentient. Also, despite there being only two characters present, they have really distinct personalities. Nancy seems a bit pompous while Bob feels that his time could be spent somewhere better.

      Overall, this was a very fun story to read. I am excited to see what your next story will be. Thank you so much for writing and sharing this one.

      1. Shawyn Waddell Avatar
        Shawyn Waddell

        Thank you for your words. It’s always interesting to read what others extract. I don’t think there’s a right or a wrong interpretation once it leaves a writer, and yours has opened up new ideas for this setting. Thank you.

        In my bedside notebook where I jotted the idea of this story down, Ginny was a scientist and these memories were field notes/observations, so-to-speak. I’m glad that “monotone” quality came through to you.

        Nancy is ambiguously a tortoise. She was much more explicitly a tortoise before I trimmed the story for the word count. The only thing that indicates her species is the word chelonian. The story is focused on Bob the Bunny, and Bob’s not overly interested in Nancy, so she lost her spotlight on the cutting room floor.

        Cheers!

  20. In Your Dreams
    by Lunabear

    Fiona steps into the white void, bringing with her soft pink and muted red. Grass weaves beneath her and stretches. The hem of her navy blue gown flutters in the tempered breeze.

    Across the way, Drayden enters. He’s accompanied by dazzling purple and illuminating green. Cobblestones mark a path he eagerly follows. His black suit rustles lightly.

    They meet in their center, the world around them expanding. Her smile is inviting, only for him. His hand caresses her cheek, warmth flowing into her.

    Sweet contact, but far too little. He graces her knuckles with a gentle kiss, and their hearts pound in unison.

    “Hi,” he whispers, his emerald eyes dancing.

    “Hello, there,” she purrs back, her dark brown eyes shimmering.

    They embrace and take in each other’s scents: his being sweet blackberries with lavender, and hers a warm, untamed wind. His fingers slide through her soft, black hair while her fingers stroke the red strands at his nape.

    Fiona nuzzles Drayden’s collarbone and pulls back minutely.

    “May I have this dance?”

    She nods, heat suffusing her cheeks.

    Violin strings flirt with piano keys as Drayden’s arms encircle her waist. Fiona’s hands rest on his shoulders. They float over leaves and tree roots. Beneath heavy canopies and stone archways. Around large fountains and marble statues. Through artwork of eras and space.

    Drayden pulls her closer, and she places her head against his chest. He sets his chin against the crown of her head, and her eyes drift close.

    “Italy or Paris?” Fiona’s voice is wistful.

    “Hmmmm. Italy. The artwork, the music, the atmosphere, the history.”

    “The food.”

    Drayden laughs heartily. “That, too. What about you?”

    “Both, if possible. They’ve got personalities all their own, and they’re incredibly romantic and Romantic.”

    “You mean like this?”

    The landscape changes with his smile. Above is filled with green roses and dark blue chrysanthemums. Stones and grass flatten to paved steps. On one side of them resides the Eiffel Tower. On the other side, the Grand Canal is filled with stars. A lone boat is docked to the short stairway.

    Fiona looks from the scenery to Drayden. Words escape her. Drayden steps down into the boat and extends a hand.

    “Join me?”

    Trembling with excitement, Fiona takes his hand and shares the small space. The boat barely sways as Drayden shoves them away from shore with his foot. They float aimlessly through the mesmerizing luminescence.

    Upon settling, Fiona notices their nakedness.

    Drayden tips her face up to meet his before she can speak. “I’m sorry if this is sudden, Fiona, but I…would very much like us to meet. In person.” The vein at his throat throbs heavily.

    Her quiet whimper fills the space between them. “I’m…not sure.” She attempts to look away, but he won’t allow her. She holds his quizzical gaze. “I just don’t want you to be disappointed when reality doesn’t live up to expectations.”

    He cups her face and rests his forehead against hers. “We’ve laid ourselves bare before each other: minds, hearts, and souls. There isn’t a day that goes by in which you don’t cross my mind. There’s nothing to be disappointed about, Fiona.”

    “Oh, Drayden. I think about you every day, too. But…you’re sure?”

    “Absolutely.”

    Fiona’s eyes cast downward. She’s shocked at seeing his body transform into tiny, multicolored flecks. “May I have some time to think about it?” She bites her lip.

    Drayden chuckles quietly. “Of course. Take all the time you need.” His voice drops to a whisper. “I’m very patient.”

    Drayden’s lips touch her forehead before the final specks float away.

    Fiona sighs deeply. She isn’t far behind him, her own body disintegrating. A solitary tear drops into the void.

    1. Shawyn Waddell Avatar
      Shawyn Waddell

      I picked up a random book during the summer that I thought was a typical post-nuclear apocalypse coming of age story. It turned out to be a bit of a steamy romance in disguise. There must be something in my self-conscious that actually likes the stuff, as it’s not the first time this has happened to me. There’s so little magical romance in anything outside the romance genre. It’s almost as though people stop having fantasies about each other once they are written by “serious” writers.

      This is a great job of evoking those genre necessities in a more fantastical way. The flirtatiousness of the two, the libido-driven movement of the landscape and people is very palpable. The magical fantasyland of a dreamscape allows you great liberty to transport the couple to an even more romance-driven setting. I love it. I might pick this up if it were a novel, and later claim that I didn’t realize it was romance-driven. 🙂

    2. Connor A. Avatar
      Connor A.

      This was such a good use of the prompt! I love how you used the funky nature of dreams to your advantage in the descriptions and pacing here. It really works out for the romance that unfolds here because you can get a better feel of the emotions both characters have for each other. Great job!

      1. Thank you so very much for the review and feedback! It makes me incredibly happy that you enjoyed this. This one is so special to me, and I could not trim it down. This is the only exception I will be making for breaking the word limit.

        I’m also very glad that despite its length, the pacing was good and the romance and characters were received well. Thank you so very much, Connor! Especially thank you for reading all of it. I know it’s a lot.

    3. Adrian Solorio Avatar
      Adrian Solorio

      Hi Luna. Hope you’re well.

      This is a story between two distant lovers who only know each other in a magical/digital place. This meeting between them is different than previous meetings though, because Drayden actually wants to meet with Fiona in person. This changes everything and brings us the conflict. Fiona isn’t sure if Drayden will still feel the same way if he meets her in real life. She feels more secure in her fantasy self. This is almost like Cinderella at the ball.

      This line hit: “Sweet contact, but far too little.”

      I mean, I’m single and living alone. That’s a line that really resonated 😅

      This was a very descriptive piece and I like how you used movement, and had the characters engaged in different actions, moving from the dance floor to the gondola.

      Also, with 5G, VR and all of their implications, I could see people living more in the digital world than the real world, so situations like this could become more common. Which is kinda crazy to think about.

      Thanks for sharing, Luna!

      1. Thank you so much, Adrian! Thank you for not only the review, but also for reading all of the entry. It’s far longer than the allotted word count, so I wholeheartedly thank you for taking the time to read ALL of it. I couldn’t bear to trim it down.

        You hit the nail on the head. Exactly. I especially appreciate you taking notice of Fiona’s wanting to stay as her fantasy self. Almost like she’s hiding. I also really love the analogy to Cinderella. That was unintentional. Thank you for enjoying the movement of it all.

        I’m really thankful that line had an effect on you. It’s part of the longing these two feel for one another.

        Truthfully, I hadn’t even considered a virtual reality angle, but I can definitely see it. That is intensely scary to think about.

        It was my pleasure to share this. Again, thank you so much for enjoying it and leaving a review.

    4. Papileser Avatar
      Papileser

      I love this story! The way you describe everything throughout this story is exquisite! The use of the prompt allows you to describe such different scenes and connect them together seamlessly! The interactions between the characters feel so natural and build the romance of the story so well!

      This is honestly a masterpiece in the making and I would love to see more of it! Great work, Luna!

      1. Firstly, thank you so very much for reading the entirety of the story. I am aware that it is far beyond the word count limit, but I could not for the life of me trim it down. I promise I will not be making a habit of that. It’s simply that the story is incredibly special to me, and I just really wanted to share all of it.

        Secondly, thank you so very much for the feedback! I’m truly glad you enjoyed the story. I am hoping to expand this, although, I’m not sure how at the moment. It makes me really happy to know that you like the story and think so highly of it. It honestly makes me want to cry.

    5. Awww this is such a sweet story that I absolutely can relate to. It easily brings to mind, online relationships and while it can be very fun letting your imagination run away with said relationship, it can absolutely be terrifying when you realize you want to take it out of that safe space into the real world, for both parties. You displayed this idea beautifully and I’m glad you took your time with this one.

      Now as for the actual story itself, I love these two. I remember saying that your prompt last week made me think of the Addams Family in terms of the whimsical yet macabre nature of it, while this one reminds me of them as well but in the sense of how powerful their love for each other is. It’s even more impactful because they’re in this space where it’s literally only the two of them in the world.

      It’s just a really sweet story and its capped off with Drayden’s patience with Fiona. I love that he has no problem giving her time to wrap her mind around the idea and make a well thought out decision. Very well done!

  21. scmarshtacky Avatar
    scmarshtacky

    Toward World’s End
    by Tacky

    People debate about what will cause the end of the earth. Many turn toward fire or ice, while some argue that it will be disease, but we were all far too ignorant. This was what Cayla thought as she stared up at the two monstrous beasts clashing in the air.

    To the west, with the setting sun at its back, was a flaming phoenix. It screeched, setting the mountains ablaze. To the east, a black wyvern was silhouetted by the rising moon. It flapped its wings, creating gales that leveled the buildings below.

    “Please, stop.” Cayla’s whispered words were lost in the battle, and she couldn’t help the single tear that fell down her cheek. Just five days. That was all it had taken.

    She’d first found the egg nestled against a fallen log, and thinking that it was a fun rock, the young girl had taken it home. She’d slept with her prize that night, and in the morning, what she’d found on her pillow was an orange-feathered fluffball.

    The phoenix cooed at her, and in that moment, her heart had melted. She’d taken Juzi everywhere with her that day, and the next, until he had become too big to casually walk the streets.

    It was then that the black wyvern descended and demolished the town in a mighty tempest. Perhaps instinctively, the phoenix had known that this black demon was its enemy, and attacked it immediately. Now, here they were. At the end of the world as they knew it.

    “Stop… Stop it now!” In desperation, Cayla threw herself between the two. She saw the lights of their attacks, and then, only darkness. It felt like some time later before her eyes focused again, and in her vision, Cayla found herself looking down on her own body.

    “Juzi… be good okay.” Cayla wasn’t sure if he felt her final embrace or not, but his eyes bored into hers and she knew he could tell she was there. “I’ll see you again, in the next Dream.”

    1. This opening had me hooked, Tacky! This feels like a giant kaiju battle mixed in with a battle of legends.

      what she’d found on her pillow was an orange-feathered fluffball. (I really and truly love this description.)

      This is a very bittersweet take on the prompt. I really like how you use the word dream instead of life. I wonder if that has any greater significance, or is it simply how Cayla chooses to phrase it?

      Critiques:

      To the west, with the setting sun at it’s (its) back

      It flapped it’s (its) wings, creating gales that leveled the buildings below.

      Perhaps instinctively, the phoenix had known that this black demon was it’s (its) enemy, and attacked it immediately.

      I love that Cayla nourishes the little phoenix and raises it as her own. It’s quite a beautiful story within all the sadness and destruction. I wonder where the wyvern came from. It’s also really awesome how you show that this is a world where anything can happen instead of telling. One thing I really would have liked to see was how this battle affected the surrounding area. Were there other people around? Are they out in the wilderness?

      Overall, I really like the story. I would definitely love to see more from this world. Really good job. Thank you so much for writing and sharing it.

      1. scmarshtacky Avatar
        scmarshtacky

        Ah grammar, yes. This is why I shouldn’t write and submit things at 4am. Lol I’ll fix it when I’m back at my PC.

        The surrounding areas are in bad shape. Juzi set the mountains on fire and the wyvern leveled the buildings and other surroundings with torrential wind.

        Prior to the story starting, there were other people around. The setting is intended to be a small countryside community, but once the two beasts started clashing, everyone except for Cayla fled into the mountains. Little did they know those would catch fire too, but they’re too far away and there’s too much other noise for her to hear them now.

    2. I absolutely love the way you used your descriptions here! The first paragraph was a great introduction to the situation and I adored the visual you painted with the phoenix having the sun in the background and the wyvern having the moon. Chef’s kiss all around!

      The background on the phoenix was pretty fun as well. Just sounds like the most adorable thing ever turning into the most horrific situation. As amazing as battles like that would look from a distance I do like it when the true devastation of them is acknowledged.

      Great take on the prompt!

  22. SunflowerBoi Avatar
    SunflowerBoi

    I’ll be Waiting
    By SunflowerBoi

    Jamie awoke with a sudden jolt. As they adjusted to their surroundings, they picked up the sounds of clattering footsteps, the clanging of wheels on tracks, and calming but meek cords of a guitar. Realizing they probably overslept, a sense of panic and dread slammed into the pit of their stomach, but the panic vanished when a familiar hand gently grasped their shoulder.

    “Jamie, love, are you alright?” Henrik’s voice rang sweetly in their ears.

    “Henrik? You’re still here? How long was I out?”

    “I’m pretty sure I’d tell you if I was leaving.” Henrik gave a soft chuckle as he spoke, but he fell silent for a moment as his hand broke away from their shoulder. “Only five minutes. That leaves fifteen minutes before I’m off. While we have the time, do you want to get a coffee with me real quick?”

    “Of course.” Jamie nodded while grabbing their cane by the side of the bench.

    Quickly, the two made their way to the cafe, ordered their drinks, and returned back to the bench.

    “Hey, Jamie, would you want to try some of this?” Henrik offers his cup of americano.

    “No, I’ll stick with hot chocolate, but thank you.” Jamie smiled softly as they took of a sip of the sweet substance.

    “No worries, love.” Henrik’s voice gave a relaxed sigh as his hand intertwined with Jamie’s.

    Not much longer after they finished their drinks, the sounds of Henrik’s train rolled in, and that sense of dread returned and crawled up Jamie’s neck.

    “I’ll see you when I get back from work, love.” Henrik kissed their cheek and joined the clamber of footsteps heading onto the
    train.

    “Henrik, don’t go.” Jamie’s voice fell on deaf ears.

    Jamie jolted awake and met with a chilling quiet. Quickly reaching their hand to the other side of the bed, only a cold abandoned surface met their fingertips. Sinking back into the covers, they held their hands to their face and wept.

    1. I really love the descriptive narrative you have here, Sunflower. I really felt like I was there.

      You bring a childlike innocence to the stories that you write, and it’s endearingly sweet. However, a very bittersweet take on a prompt.

      You paint the relationship of Jamie and Henrik beautifully. They are content to sit and enjoy each other’s company. I got a very warm feeling from the story.

      Critiques:

      Henrik(‘s) voice rang sweetly in their ears.

      only a cold abandoned surface met their finger tips (fingertips).

      I also appreciate that you are not afraid to show their care and love for each other. It works as a friendship and a relationship. Great job. I hope to see more of this. Thank you for writing and sharing it.

    2. This was a beautiful story about losing someone you love. I really enjoy the interactions of the characters with one another and how descriptive you were. My biggest confusion was how Jamie did not know what Henrik was drinking despite going to the coffeeshop together. The story as a whole makes me picture a wholesome love and I could feel the pain of Jamie’s loss at the end.

      Well done!
      Wingman

    3. I like this one a lot. It was all sweet and cute until the ending getting me by surprise. Well done.

      Just a little correction for you to make: “…the clamber of footsteps heading onto the the train” has two “the” in a row. other than that, couldn’t see any other grammar problems.


    4. Yeah. Don’t like that.
      Those dreams will fuck you up.
      Almost worse than some nightmares.

  23. Tamela Redfin Avatar
    Tamela Redfin

    Are you my brother? (As told by Keely)
    By Tamela Redfin

    I needed to get work on this project right away. But I knew the danger I could get myself into. But I could trust my boss to help me. After all, he hated his sister. There was also her sister Mercury Helen and Feldspar Augen’s children. This all felt so unreal.

    Gilbert, Feldspar’s son, waved. “Guden mort, Chlorine Keely. How are you this fine morning?”

    I cut the chit chat. “I need your help, where’s your sister, Ada?”

    “I will get her.” I held my breath until he returned.

    “What do you need?” Ada asked.

    “You know programming, right? How would you program a new arm?”

    Ada squinted her eyes. “That’s a tall order. Who’s this for? I bet it’s an illegal order since you asked a twelve year old for help.”

    “Look, I made a deal and it’s to help my brother.” I showed them a picture of Cameron.

    “Wait, he dimension travels?” Gilbert asked.

    “No, what do you mean?” I replied.

    “The necklace. The Tiger’s Eye. It allows the wearer to travel through dreams.” Ada explained.

    “Wait, that’s not my brother!?” I shouted in horror.

    “It is, he just morphed with an alternate version of himself.” Ada smiled.

    “Will he be okay?”

    Ada nodded, “Phosphorus Cameron is still Cameron. Gilbert, she’s turning pale, what do I do?”
    “Let her rest. It will take a bit for the shock to wash over her. But who’s the arm for I wonder.”

    “Radon. Cecilia.” I coughed.

    “The cypha? But why does she need a replacement arm?” Ada gasped.

    “It was a deal. She protects Phrosporus Cameron and I give her the arm she lost after your father ordered it was cut off. But should I now that I know that might not be my brother?”

    Gilbert and Ada sighed.

    “He still remembers you, Chlorine Keely. That’s why he reached out to you.” Gilbert reminded me. “Now let’s work on that arm.”

    1. This is an interesting take on the prompt, Tamela. I think it’s pretty cool how you show Cameron has a necklace that allows him to travel to the dreams and alternate universes. I wonder what negative side effects morphing with an alternate version of himself will have.

      I am curious about Gilbert and Ada’s motivation for helping Keely with getting Cecilia a new arm. Do they not trust or like their own father?

      Critiques:

      You forgot your title and name.

      I needed to get (to) work on this project right away.

      I am interested to see what more you do with this world. I also think that having Cecilia protect Cameron is a very sweet idea. It can give them some time to spend together while also keeping Cecilia out of trouble. Thank you so much for writing and sharing this.

      1. Tamela Redfin Avatar
        Tamela Redfin

        Hi Luna!

        Thanks for the read. I’ll add the title. Lol!

        I think it will effect Cameron, more emotionally, he can die in these universes after all.

        Gilbert and Ada aren’t his children, technically. They are actually clones of Feldspar Augen (and Ada of his late wife). He sees them as disposable. Not sure if I will, but I might mention Gilbert’s “brother” Lukas. A clone that Feldspar Augen let fade away. Ada likes Feldspar Augen, a bit more but Gilbert has no respect for the old man.

    2. I am still intrigued about that arm. Is it a normal arm, a special arm? The mystery kills me! T_T

      1. Tamela Redfin Avatar
        Tamela Redfin

        Hi Ann!
        Thanks for the read.

        I figure the arm will look a bit rough, since this is an illegal job. It would be a light metal (likely titanium) with fiber optics (Ada’s specialty) inside, so Cecilia can move her arm.
        Fun fact: in real life, fiber optics can be used in computer networking.

        Hope this image helps 😉

  24. Connor A. Avatar
    Connor A.

    Before Waking Up (Helsing: Vampire)
    By Connor A.

    Quinn carefully stuck the sticker on their guitar and silently marveled at it. It was fairly simple— a dark purple cloud with a cross made out of lightning bolts serving as the background for the word “Dreamscape” in stylized lettering— but it would also be the art for their debut album.

    And all they needed were three more songs. That, unfortunately, was easier said than done. All the songs so far had a mind motif, but no other ideas came to mind.

    At that moment their phone went off. Without checking the caller ID they took the call and said, “My biology homework is on your desk.”

    “Not even a hello?” Helsing’s voice came through with exaggerated pain. “You wound me, young Harker. Also, you left sheet music labeled ‘Biology notes,’ not the assignment.”

    Quinn reached for a folder and flipped through the papers in it. Sure enough, the actual homework was in there.

    “Shit,” they said before setting their guitar aside, grabbing the proper papers, and heading for the front door. “Sorry about that.”

    “I must admit that this is an interesting way to write notes.”

    Quinn slipped a jacket on as they continued, “Easier to remember a song than plain words. Are you still in your office?”

    “You can bring it in tomorrow.”

    “It’s no trouble.”

    “I will not take away points if you turn it in late.”

    There was an urgency to Helsing’s voice that made Quinn hesitate at the door for a moment. But they opened it regardless and stepped out.

    “I’m only fifteen minutes away on foot and I have a pocket knife on me. I’ll be fine. See you then.”

    They hung up before Helsing could add anything, then made their way over to the main campus.

    Quinn did not notice the tall figure in the shadows, staring at them with bright red eyes as they followed close behind.

    1. We love a good stalker intrigue! This feels very much like human interrupted to me, assuming that the tall figure following Quinn is a vampire. I’m also assuming that Quinn is Mina’s sibling.

      That sticker is wickedly cool, Connor! I really like that Quinn writes notes in the form of song lyrics. That is wonderful way to memorize material. I also love how you show that they are a musician and has a band. Great setup.

      What an interesting rapport these two have. Is Helsing a professor? It sounds as though Helsing had an inkling about the figure and was trying to warn Quinn away from being out at night without outright stating the warning. However, if a curious tone enters a trusted friend’s or person’s voice, then that’s going to make the person on the receiving end all the more curious. Thus begins the ticking clock.

      You always manage to pack so much character into these writings, and that is amazingly impressive. I am always happy to see your work.

      I am super stoked about this world that you’re building. A lot of dark shadows and spinning gears at work here. I cannot wait to see what you have next, dude. Thank you so much for writing and sharing this.

      1. Connor A. Avatar
        Connor A.

        Thanks! Quinn is actually a modern descendant of Jonathan and Mina Harker, and I plan on trying to play with that a bit more in future submissions.

        For Helsing, he’s actually displaying a trait from the novel that I really like; he’s an honest man in a situation where he can’t really be honest for the most part, which means he tells people what they need to do to protect themselves without actually explaining why they need that protection. In this case, he knows another vampire is loose, but he doesn’t actually explain the threat to Quinn under the assumption that it’s better to keep them out of it.

      2. SunflowerBoi Avatar
        SunflowerBoi

        May I just say, that ending though! Wonderful take on the prompt! Is this a retell of Dracula? If so, I find it very well done. I like the relationship you gave Quinn and Helsing, and also enjoy how human you made the characters. The way Quinn wrote notes is a very nice way to convey that. I’m very their safety especially with that ending.

    2. This is such a intriguing story. I really love the setup here. And as someone who constantly multitasks various things they should be doing, I got a good laugh at the notes mix up because I could easily see something like that happening to me.

      I also really liked Helsing here. As well as the clear warning that went unheeded because Quinn didn’t acknowledge the true nature of the warning. I was sure from the way this started out that Quinn would be getting their inspiration at the end so the ending was a nice surprise that only made me more intrigued as to what would happen. Very well done take on the prompt!

      1. Connor A. Avatar
        Connor A.

        Thanks! I was a bit worried about the ending because it was so abrupt compared to the rest of it, so it’s good that it worked out. And as much as I die at the, “Horror protagonist doesn’t heed very obvious warning signs,” trope, I do find that it can be forgiven if it at least makes sense—such as having their own reason to go forward and at the very least acknowledging the risks in some way.

  25. Constella Avatar
    Constella

    “Equilibrium”
    By Constellasphere (repost from private)

    Log #214
    December 21st, 2097

    Once again, the experiment has failed, and while a possible investor was present as well. This one had so much promise, but alas, Ainava regained consciousness after remaining in sleep for 10 years, 8 weeks, and 3 days.

    It’s been a week since he woke, and we’re still investigating what went wrong. No wires attached to the test subject were loose, and all of our machinery was running in pristine condition. After the first three failures, we would never make the mistake of overlooking maintenance again.

    And yet, we still cannot find a proper answer. Every experiment before was straightforward; we found the cause and would repair it. Everything from power outages to the subject’s health failing, they were things that we could learn from and then avoid.

    Ainava is a male in his early twenties. He is as generic as they come: brown hair, blue eyes, and even if he was on the thinner side when he was first brought here, he has no prior health conditions. His life has nothing notable within it either. Loving parents, an above average social status.

    A colleague of mine brought up the hypothesis that a flaw within the dream simulation triggered a memory, and in turn lead to a downward spiral in Ainava’s mentality. Unfortunately, we overlooked that possibility. We could have erased his memories, but then the problem of the dream being too artificial arises, as we have to manufacture it before putting the test subject within it. Surely it would lead to the exact same outcome.

    Maybe I am being too sympathetic by allowing them to dream. I hoped by giving them that pleasure, it would allow the length of a subject’s sleep to go on further. If they have no clue they are dreaming, there is no reason to wake.

    Presently, I am debating what to do with Ainava. For lack of better words, he is a mess. The shock of being taken out of sleep has left him frantic and broken.

    I think the time has come for me to be a merciful human being.

    1. Ooh. This is a fascinating concept, with some dark undertones. I wonder what these experiments were, which Ainava and his predecessors had been subjected to, other than the fact that they seem to involve sleep and dreams. What is this… organization trying to achieve?

      I’m not sure what to make of the narrator, but they seem like a quite cold person. Their tone seems fairly detached and scientific, yet they still seem to have some kind of sympathy. I really do feel for Ainava, though. I assume the last line implies that he is to be killed… I’d be really interested to see what exactly is being done to these people… (Though part of me doesn’t want to know.)

      Great story!

  26. Lucid Horror
    by VTRwriter

    With 150 years, the elf Azira tried a bit of everything in her life. With the advent of technology and internet invention, the world was hers to explore. And when she found online about “lucid dreams”, where one could do anything, she started to train her mind to always have those dreams. So much more to explore without leaving the bed!

    But on that dream, everything was different. The beautiful pink and lilac fog, the untouched mirrored lake where she floated above. Everything felt threatening. Why such a gorgeous place made her worry so much?

    Then she saw it approaching.

    She saw documentaries about the so-called “astronauts”. Cosmic horrors in humanoid shape, wearing a full body garment. Strange symbols on the shoulders. A reflective sphere covering its head. Always seemed nonsense from crazy people. It was part of the dream, certainly!

    But why couldn’t she move?

    The being got closer, floating as if the air was water. Approaching until it was in front of her. All she could see was her own terrified reflection. Herself and more… three copies of herself? Just like her, but their faces… what was wrong with their faces? Those things were really behind her? Azira didn’t dare look.

    – You know what I am – the astronaut spoke, its voice sounding like a crystal cup ressonance. – You know how it works. A favor for me, a reward for you. Twenty liters of dragon blood, left under your bed. I shall get them in ten days. Don’t let me down. Kisses!

    Azira finally woke up, sweat and tears soaking her face. Was it just a dream? Was it real? If it was, how would she find so much dragon blood? The documentaries said that horrible things happened with those who failed an astronaut.

    Maybe it was a dream after all, a prank from her mind. Craziness, simply that. Like the music on her mind. Just craziness. Louder and louder.

    – There’s a starman waiting in the sky. He’d like to come and meet us, but he thinks he’d blow our minds…

    1. You have an incredible narrative voice, VTR. The imagery used is also incredibly vibrant.

      The beautiful pink and lilac fog, the untouched mirrored lake where she floated above. (I enjoyed these descriptions specifically)

      I like Azira as character. She’s very explorative and fun loving. I am very curious as to how this being found her. Is it also a lucid dreamer? Does it simply have powers beyond the comprehension of even elves? What does it want with dragon’s blood? Why so much of the dragon’s blood? Why in 10 days? There is so much mystery happening, and I love it. I need to know more about the situation. My curiosity is thoroughly piqued.

      While on the subject of this “astronaut”, I feel like they know her somehow. They also have the strange charisma. That “kisses!” at the end of their demand caught me off guard in one of the funniest ways.

      Critiques:

      reflective sphere covering it’s (its) head.

      All she could see was her own terrified reflex (reflection).

      the astronaut spoke, it’s (its) voice sounding like a crystal cup ressonance. (some really great imagery!)

      I absolutely appreciate that she asks questions upon waking instead of dismissing it. She does question her own sanity, but I am wondering if she will fulfill the “astronaut’s” wishes. It seems to be she’s leaning towards that way. Is the ending line from a song?

      The idea to use lucid dreaming for the prompt is a stellar one. Overall, really curious about and fascinated by the story. I would love to definitely see more. Thank you so much for writing and sharing it.

      1. I’m happy that you liked it, Lunabear. I’ll fix my grammar mishaps (I speak english for years and still the its and it’s get me).

        This one is an independent sequel for another text of mine, “Sudden Contacts”, on my Instagram, also VTRwriter.

        And yes, the ending line is from Starman, by David Bowie. It somewhat inspired me to do those short stories.

    2. Adrian Solorio Avatar
      Adrian Solorio

      Creative and imaginative take on the prompt VRT. I actually have a good friend who tried to have lucid dreams for about a year, so I was interested from the get go. There was a surreal quality to the writing and descriptions which I enjoyed.

      The astronaut character was interesting, and I would have liked to have a bit more description there. Also I loved the line: Kisses! It actually cracked me up.

      As far as critique, you might consider starting the story with the third paragraph. With her being in space and the astronaut approaching her. This would skip the exposition and put us right in the center of the action, which I’ve found to be a good approach when writing flash. Then you can sprinkle exposition throughout the rest of the story, maybe save the reveal, of it possibly being a lucid dream, for the end.

      Anyhow, thanks for posting this interesting piece!

      1. Thanks for the feedback, Adrian. It’s an interesting idea to change the beginning to the third paragraph. I’ll use this in a future text.

        Wish I could put more description on the astronaut, but with the 350 words limit, somethings had to be cut out.

        Thanks again, and glad you liked it.

  27. A Horse is a Horse. Of course, Of course.
    By Marx

    Matt had grown cautious of his dreams ever since he’d been almost killed in one. He preferred it when dreams were just his mind sorting through pointless things in his head as he slept. It was simpler.

    As he approached the horse, it felt anything but simple. A feeling of dread overcame him. And yet he couldn’t look away. The horse was a very beautiful shade of light beige with a pitch-black mane. It stood in stark contrast as did her legs, which started black as the mane at the bottom while gradually getting lighter as they met her body. She looked… badass. Even still, his dread remained. Yes, there were dark parts to her, but…

    She was undoubtedly a PALE horse.

    “Such a gorgeous creature.” A familiar voice purred from behind.

    Matt turned back to see Death approaching the other side of the horse to pet her as well. As always, Death’s expressions were hard to read. “Greetings, my beloved.”

    Matt flashed Death a smirk. “This a social visit or did I actually get killed in my sleep this time?”

    “I already told you, that will never happen again. I made sure of it.” Death replied with no amusement as the horse let out a grunt. “She is happy to see you, but is growing impatient. I can empathize.”

    Matt shook his head with a chuckle. “So you ARE still mad at me…”

    Death gave him a look, which he refused to acknowledge, choosing instead to focus entirely on the horse.

    “Beloved… you realize that whenever someone recognizes you as my horseman and you respond with-”

    “I do not acknowledge that title.” Matt finished for her.

    Death paused for a moment. “Every time you say that, you reject me.”

    “Death…” Matt sighed in exasperation, “You seem really nice, but ending the entirety of existence simply because I’m told ‘it’s time to’ is just… wrong.”

    “Beings such as us do not get to exist within the realms of conventional morality, my love.”

    Then Death was gone. Matt sighed, continuing to pet his horse. Dreams used to be so much simpler…

    1. scmarshtacky Avatar
      scmarshtacky

      This caught my attention from the get-go in ways that may be a bit strange. I’ve actually died in my dreams, twice. Once was from being stabbed in the chest, which honestly hurt more than any dream should, and the second was from crashing on an airplane. I also happen to ride horses, one of which fell down with me and rolled over my head which could’ve been a near death experience in and of itself. Luckily for me, I’ve managed to walk away from it all.

      Anyway, it seems like this story could have quite a bit of background behind it, and I really wish I could know more about the events that led up to this moment. The interaction between both Death and Matt is so intriguing as well as humorous, in a wry kind of way.

      1. Oh wow! A horse rolling over your head must have been terrifying! Genuinely glad that you’re okay. As for the dreams, interestingly enough, I can’t recall actually dying in a dream. I tend to wake up before that point, but I can easily imagine how painful that would be because I know for a fact the whole ‘pinch me I’m dreaming’ thing is bs because you can absolutely feel pain in dreams lol.

        I do work solely in this world for all my prompts, so if you’re curious I’ll keep giving bits and pieces of this world week by week lol. Really glad you enjoyed it! Thanks so much for the review!

    2. Interesting story. I assume this is Matt’s origin story, as the horseman of Death, in a way, with him recieving a horse from Death? I can imagine that constantly having the shadow of literal death on your shoulders would lead to some… dreams.

      I like the contrast between Death and Matt. Death seems to really be above humanity (and indeed, mortals in general), which can be expected from a cosmic entity. Matt on the other hand still seems very human, despite his position in the cosmic hierarchy. Their dynamic is really interesting too. I love their back and forth. It really shows that they have a history.

      Well done!

      1. Thank you so much! While this was written kind of as an origin story of sorts, its actually closer to the middle of it timeline-wise. The closer Matt gets to the apocalypse the more ‘power ups’ he gets for lack of a better term. And getting his horse is one of those things.

        I love writing Matt and Death’s back and forth as well for the very reason you said. They’re coming at each other from such different places. But from Death’s perspective, she knows that the longer this goes on, the more Matt will see things as she does and become more of the cosmic being he needs to be to bring about the end which is a whole other aspect to their relationship lol.

    3. There is always a certain kind of serious atmosphere whenever Death is in a scene. I don’t want to say that’s cold (pun unintentional), but she does have a certain detachment about her except when she’s speaking with Matt, of course. She isn’t the most expressive, but something about her warms a little when she’s with him.

      I love the contradiction of Matt’s personality. He’s definitely more laid-back and very much wanting to exist in the human world more than he wants to bring about the apocalypse. Even he, though, seems to have limits when it comes to patience and certain subjects. I am honestly curious to see how this will all play out in the end.

      I wonder if him dying in his dream translates to the waking world. I feel like it does because he’s so concerned about it. I will be honest: that part scared me a bit. I have died twice in my dreams: once from a bullet to the brain and by strangulation. That hurts beyond anything I’ve ever felt. So that certainly reinforces my fear of mortality but also allows me to empathize with Matt on that particular fear.

      Also, horses are one of my top three animals, and I am so happy that you wrote about one! This beautiful horse is, as Matt said, very badass. I want her!

      As per usual, Marx, I cannot wait to see what you write next. Your stories are always some of my very favorites. Thank you very much for writing and sharing this one.

      1. I’m so glad that Death comes across that way. She is meant to be this epic cosmic being above pretty much everyone because the one thing almost everyone and everything have in common is that they’ll eventually die or end in some way or another.

        But on the same side, she does in fact have a massive soft spot for Matt. Which does make sense since she does have that detachment to everything. But when it comes to Matt, he’s her mate. And she’s been waiting for him for the entirety of… time lol. Which is why she tends to come across as both very patient with Matt while also getting frustrated with him because she’s grown tired of waiting.

        However, as I’ve said in another comment, I’ve never died in a dream as of yet but that does sound horrible because I have felt pain in a dream before. I just usually wake up before things pop off too hard. I can only imagine how messed up that must be to wake up from. Interestingly enough in Matt’s case, it wasn’t JUST a dream. It was a dream blended with a mental attack, so he absolutely almost died from it. Death literally had to intervene to keep it from happening, so his worries are definitely justified.

        As for the horse, you COULD have it in theory lol. It’s based on a buckskin horse! I have a friend who rides and when I mentioned that the pale horse looked beige in my head that was one of the options she gave me for possibilities and I fell in love with it. The mixture of light and dark works so perfectly for Matt. Can even imagine the black parts becoming mist in my head.

        Thank you very much for your review! I’m very happy you enjoyed it so much!

    4. Connor A. Avatar
      Connor A.

      I know I must have said this before, but I always love seeing Matt and Death interact. Even when they discuss hard-hitting topics like the reality of Matt’s purpose in the world, they both have this kind of ease around each other that makes their interactions a nice reprieve between the ongoing drama. Keep up the good work.

      1. Thank you so much! I do have a soft spot in my heart for the two of them. It’s this nice blend of awkward but sweet in my head that makes it unique lol.

    5. It’s gotta suck to find out you have phenomenal cosmic power…only to be told it’s because you exist to end…existence.

      Matt should go through TvTropes and other writing resources to look up all the difference types of apocolypses that exist and see if he can fudge his duty by bringing about an apocolypse that doesn’t wipe out EVERYTHING. Like, what if he spares every 4th being? or goes nuclear in the center of the universe and leaving everything at the edges alive… or..I dunno. Whatever. It sucks, and I doubt you’ll let him get out of what you’ve repeatedly said what his job is.

      Also sucks to be Death. Your destined boyfriend keeps saying he doesn’t want you. Even for an eternal, primeval force that’s gotta hurt.

      1. What I really wanted to get into with this story but didn’t have the room for, because I wanted to describe that awesome horse, dammit, was that Matt is fine with Death herself but just doesn’t want to be a cause of death. And she has to point out to him that there’s no way to separate the two. Water is wet. Fire is hot. Death is death. If you see death the concept as evil and wrong then you see her as evil and wrong. Suppose I could dedicate a whole prompt to that idea though.

        As for Matt though, yeah, he’s not very happy about that fate. Lol his story is basically his fight against it, with Alex just being an ass, and making things worse for him lol.

        Funny fact about the alternate apocalypses thing. There will, in fact, be two different apocalypses for the NSFW and SFW versions respectively. One being a literal one and more being more of a… subjective apocalypse.

  28. The Crack (Darkspell Universe)
    By Alex Nightingale (aka Spectre)

    “Well?” Valerie asked. “What do you think?”

    She grinned expectantly at Daniel.

    “I’m not… sure…” Daniel said. “Is this… what it normally looks like?”

    “You mean carmine moon in the sky? No, not usually. But this place changes with every visit. Especially, when someone new comes along.”

    Daniel tried to focus on the frozen lake beneath them. She rubbed the back of her neck. She’d hoped not to have to deal with any carmine today. She’d taken Daniel to this little journey into his dreams for fun. To take his mind off things. Not to shove his family’s colors at him, like a Damocles Sword.

    Still, she figured. He seemed happy. Which made it worth it.

    At least until she heard a creaking noise from under her. A jagged line was opening under the ice.

    “Daniel…,” she mumbled, horrified. “Off the ice.”

    “What?” he sounded confused.

    “Get off the ice!”

    She grabbed his wrist, as the ice shattered beneath his feet. Before he even had time to scream, he fell into a vast darkness. Below, the jagged line was shimmering. A rasping noise rang out, like a vicious perversion of laughter.

    Daniel’s falling body wrenched her downwards, her face slamming into the ice. She felt his wrist flip from her hand, his magenta eyes widened in shock, as he was dragged into the maw.

    “Daniel!”

    She grabbed hold of the edge of the hole and launched herself into the darkness after him, grasping him tightly. She willed their fall to stop, wanting to save both their lives, sanity or whatever the Dreameater devoured.

    The maw grew wider, as it closed in. Daniel turned his face and looked directly at the Dreameater. The eyes of Armitage gleamed with the vengeance of an infinity of victims.

    Valerie woke with a start, Daniel lying next to her.

    “Daniel, are you… okay?” she panted.

    He just stared ahead.

    “I’m so sorry, I didn’t expect the Dreameater to… Normally he doesn’t… Daniel… You did something in there. With your mother’s… power?”

    “I just reacted…”

    “You did more than that. You just made the Dreameater blink.”

    1. Tamela Redfin Avatar
      Tamela Redfin

      Good work, the scene was painted well.

    2. I like it. Although it kinda felt somewhat confusing at parts, it made me curious to keep reading.

      The part I felt confused is when Daniel falls. Was the Dreameater pulling him in, or was Daniel falling towards it? Also, he said he “just reacted”, but I’m not sure of what he did.

      Also, I know it’s part of the “Darkspell Universe”, but what are the “eyes of Armitage”? Is that Daneil’s power?

      Where can I read more about that universe? Give us a link.

      1. Thanks for your review! The Darkspell Universe is a quite expansive connected universe, in which many of my previous submissions to the Writing Group (marked with either Darkspell Universe or Armitage Universe) are set, featuring Daniel, Valerie and the Armitage Family.

        To answer some of your questions, the Armitage Family is an enigmatic family, led by a woman known only as Mrs. Armitage (Daniel’s mother). They deliver briefcases, filled with the souls and memories of people, who have been wronged in severe way (like murder) and force their experiences on the perpetrators. While not as powerful as a briefcase, Armitages can achieve a similar effect with their eyes, which is what Daniel did.

        The Dreameater is a cosmic entity of unknown proportions, size, shape and even intent, who sometimes appears in dreams as a jagged, glowing line. What exactly it did to Daniel (or would have done) is left purposefully ambiguous. The entity is left deliberately vague.

    3. Always super stoked to see Sweet Baby Daniel, Alex. He and Valerie have such a good, open relationship. It makes me happy to know that has SOMEONE to support him.

      The idea that the dreamscape changes with each visit, and especially with someone new, is a really great idea. I feel that shows the landscape of the dream and of one’s own inner workings and mysteries. Hence the carmine when Daniel visits. Valerie feeling remorse because of the carmine (most especially because of Daniel’s family) shows a deep compassion from her.

      The Dreameater is one mysterious, intriguing being. It’s a monster, but it’s also sentient. Having it laugh is indeed creepy. At least Daniel and Valerie doesn’t get eaten, but it’s way too close for me. I’m assuming making him blink is a really badass move. Like it doesn’t happen ever.

      As always, I love your stories, Alex. I would love to know more about the Dreameater, as well as see these two team up once again. It’s really great. Thank you for writing and sharing this.

    4. I will never understand someone asking why when someone shouts that they should run away lol. I’m outta there and I’ll find out why I’m running later, dream or not! That said, I loved this story. I just really like the Dreameater as an adversary.

      The loved that it initially seemed like the family drama would be the issue and then they almost get eaten. And the descriptions of that were completely on point. It sounded terrifying to fall into a hole that’s literally laughing at you, but I also love how epic you made it sound at the end.

      Very good story all around!

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      W h o a.
      This is quite the story!!
      I really like the action and intensity of this piece. Not only do you introduce a scene where someone travels into their own dreams, you also introduce a monster which tries to devour them. Wonderfully done, especially for 350 words!!

      It’s interesting how the dream world changes with every time they visit. I’m curious who this girl is and how she knows how to do this, as well as knows about the dreameater.

      I really like the action of the ice cracking and her grabbing him before he falls. And I didn’t realize it was a mouth at first, I thought maw was metaphorical, so when you said “ She willed their fall to stop, wanting to save both their lives, sanity or whatever the Dreameater devoured.” In addition to that overall being a great line, it added a whole layer of both horror and awesomeness to know this was a sentient presence.

      “A rasping noise rang out, like a vicious perversion of laughter.”
      —is also horror and awesomeness.

      “ The eyes of Armitage gleamed with the vengeance of an infinity of victims.” + the ending.
      —Now this is fascinating. I was already going to ask about the magenta eyes, and this makes me even more curious about the armitage family.

      The blink line is powerful, but also curious. Because it almost implies that that hole wasn’t its mouth, but it’s eye. Or that the entire dream was contained within its eyes, because it ended with it blinking.

      The dreameater also featured in another story of yours, right? That little horror story about the girl who thought she was safe in her apartment, and it rotted through the walls?
      Which adds another layer, because it says that the dreameater doesn’t only exist in dreams…which is terrifying.

      I’m incredibly curious about this aspect of your universe. You mentioned realizing just how big my universe is…but I’m feeling the same way towards yours this week!!

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