Writing Group: Make Me Immortal (PRIVATE)

Hello, Legends and Luminaries!

Would you want to live forever? Watch the world change and evolve? What about being remembered for hundreds and hundreds of years? There’s so much you could do to be immortal. Ironically, you’ll need to race the clock to achieve it , because…

This week’s Writing Group prompt is:

Make Me Immortal

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The concept of immortality is almost as old as time itself. For as long as we’ve had the sundial and the clepsydra, the astrolabe and the hourglass, and the classic ticking wall clock we know today, we’ve had the desire to freeze such devices, halting the march of time itself.

Sure, making oneself immortal in the literal sense is a bit… uh… impossible. But stories go back as far as the stars can remember of beings who were— and possibly still are— alive and kicking for longer than their little red fleshy tickers should have allowed. There’s the vampire, of course; a being of the night that feeds on the blood of the living, turns into rats, bats, or other creatures, is fended off with holy water, crosses and garlic, and disintegrates in the sun. Plenty of stories have been woven with this creature, some even playing with the lore behind them a little. There’s the Gods themselves, sitting upon their thrones or doing whatever they desire simply to entertain themselves, though as many stories tell, this usually involves interacting with the humans who worship them, whether it’s playing tricks on them, making them prophets and “speakers” for the Gods, or simply wooing human women. 

But there’s more than just these ways to be immortal, depending on how you want to look at the definition of the word. To be immortal, yes, one can be made to live forever, but there’s also the other definition for it; deserving to be remembered forever.

A person could be completely mortal in the literal sense, being born to human parents, growing at the normal human rate, exploring life’s many adventures, and eventually reaching their elderly years and passing gently in their sleep. But what if they did something great during their life? Perhaps they discovered a cure for some otherwise deadly disease. Maybe they were not only a huge stepping stone in the moving forward of technology, but even advanced it by leaps and bounds. Maybe they were a celebrity that everyone just loved, both on and off camera. Or maybe they weren’t even given a lot of attention in life, and only became immortal after their deaths. For whatever reason, they are immortalized in documentaries and movies, in books and awards. Or perhaps the immortal ones are simply that way because those still alive remember them, and celebrate them during Mexico’s Día de los Muertos festivities.

There’s plenty of ways one can become immortal. Whether those reasons are good or bad, is up to the person achieving that immortality.

So what are you waiting for? Time waits for no one! Get out there, and leave your memorable mark on the world!

—Shawna

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43 responses to “Writing Group: Make Me Immortal (PRIVATE)”

  1. ClockworkPigeonz Avatar
    ClockworkPigeonz

    “Remnants”
    By: ClockworkPigeonz

    The Revived aren’t immortal…

    But neither are they mortal.

    Death-touched. Fate-twisted. Unspent spirits that refused- for one reason or another to be snuffed out. And whatever that reason may be, all too often decides what they will become. Guardians- Gatekeepers akin to Cobalt, are common. Though some merely sleep like the souls within the Coalition or the Sentinels that loom before her.

    Their statures face outwards, ivy-wrapped and shrouded in overgrowth. Half-obscured by the dancing boughs of trees and hip-high grasses. Standing guard against any threat that might approach this long-forgotten portal to Dedomillia. Unknowingly trapping a threat within the walls of their garden.

    Because for every creature of light, there is a creature of darkness. Those who protect and those who destroy. Those who use their gifts to heal and mend. And those that let their own power consume them.

    This is what stalks Cobalt through the garden.

    Remnants…Shadows.

    The plants wither beneath their feet…their hooves… their hands. Their oil-sludge bodies shifting constantly from one abominable form to another- unable to hold their shape. Bones that bend at odd angles. Eyes in too many places. Shadows which are not shadows flickering in and out of reality itself. The stench of decay, sickly-sweet curdles the winter air.

    Their metallic cries pierce past Cobalt’s labored breathing

    Inevitably she stumbles. Catches her foot on some vine or cracked stone. Slams palms and knees to the ground as the beasts’ hunting cries grow louder…closer…closer still. By the time she’s stumbled to her feet they’re nearly on her. Snapping teeth and bloodied claws.

    “Stay back!” She swings, blue flames arching off her already drawn sword.

    Her Broken kinsmen slam mindlessly through it, fire licking down their hides. Shadows of their former selves only driven by the need to destroy…to consume, they barrel forwards.

    Until…

    Until Cobalt closes her fist, draws the heat from the December air and wraps it around them. One stumbles. Two fall. The ones which the flames do not end, meet her sword instead. Cobalt fights bloodied and bruised until she stands in the silence of the burning heaps of flame.

  2. jesse fisher Avatar
    jesse fisher

    What is Immoral?
    by Jesse Fisher

    I closed the world off one last time as the beeping of the monitor began to slow.

    Beep.

    Beep.

    Flat line.

    I open myself to the world again, the tone still ringing in the room. The doctors called time of death for the bag of bone that was once me. Age had claimed it as it did for all before myself. Others had tried, some gave me the keys to what was needed to break the cycle.

    The stabilizers kept me steady in this new form. The whirling and subtle click of my new joints fill the air that once carried my breath. The sound of a zipper came to my audio receptors, they were taking him away.

    This was something I could not even think of processing, either emotionally or logically. I could feel the ghost of what I was, my manipulators were alien to me yet this was me.

    I could feel the person walking towards me, I knew what they were going to say. I wondered what I would say.

    —-

    That memory, that last human memory, haunted me. The years were what I tried to recall. My family grew away from me, grandkids and beyond fell through the cracks that led to one of my descendants coming to work for me only to know me as the man who did the impossible.

    They had the same burning passion that I had on the start of my journey, something I’ve lacked now.

    They recreated the means that made me, wishing to join me.

    I would stop them, but the hollowness might just be lessen.

  3. WolfsbaneX Avatar
    WolfsbaneX

    “The Crossroads”
    By Hemming Sebastian Bane

    The chill of the nighttime breeze cut through Kai’s threadbare clothes. The packed dirt of the road was almost ice beneath his feet. The boy steeled himself as he approached the crossroads. He looked up at the stars and considered their positions. It was just about time. Kai chanted under his breath and waited.

    It wasn’t long before Kai could smell tobacco smoke and rum. The boy looked to the left, and there was a person standing in the middle of the crossroads. Shadow covered his form in an unnatural way; Kai could see he was wearing the finest clothes, but little else, save two burning purple motes of flame in the head.

    “Yesssssssss?”

    A chill ran down Kai’s spine, but he ignored it. “Are you—”

    “Hey, you tell me, kid. You’re the one who said the words.”

    The boy approached the shadowy figure. “So, the stories are true.”

    “True blue genuine. Now, I’ve only got an hour, kiddo. If that’s all you wanted…”

    The shadowy figure turned to go.

    “W-wait!” Kai yelled, reaching out. “If… if the stories are true, can… can you—”

    “Spit it out, kid! What part of I only have an hour do you not understand?!”

    The flames flared up for a moment.

    “I just wanted to know if you could save my grandmother!” Kai blurted.

    The figure stepped back. “Wait a minute. You’re Mama Charity’s grandson?!”

    A hearty laugh erupted into the area as the shadow shook.

    Kai’s eyes lit up. “You know my grandmother?!”

    “KNOW your grandmother? Charity and I go WAY back!”

    “So you can save her life?”

    The shadowy figure scoffed. “Save her? Kid, I can do MORE than save her.”

    Kai smiled. “So, you’ll save her?”

    “Sure, kid. On one condition. You see, I need collateral.”

    Kai blinked a few times. “Collateral?”

    “You know… I’ll give you this if you do that for me.”

    “Oh! Yeah. Sure.”

    “Glad we could come to an agreement. Now, what do I want?”

    Kai stared wide-eyed at the shadow. “I-I don’t have any money.”

    “Oh no. I don’t want money; I want your heart, kid.”

    1. jesse fisher Avatar
      jesse fisher

      Oh I so do love the hope that is crushed just when the happy ending is going on. Such a good use of drama. I also like the interaction here, kid that is just awestruck that it worked that the creature that is just treating it like a normal thing that annoys them.

      I like the story not told here as well, as if Charity told Kai all this stories just for this to happen.

  4. Insania404 Avatar
    Insania404

    Fragments of What Remains (Oneiron Universe)
    By: Insania404

    Alfred turned to the picture again, the three figures on its surface blissfully unaware of their unfortunate futures. He caught a glimpse of a grotesquely thin creature in his periphery and sighed as he turned to face him.

    “You know, he designed this facility when he was twelve. When he showed us the layout and the intricate details of his vision, we chalked it up to childish dreams. He was the baby of our group and me and his brother were already jaded by reality. This world had no place for dreamers.”

    The thin creature timidly stepped closer, unsure of whether the words were directed toward him. His voice was shaky, his response almost a whisper. “What happened?”

    “Come closer and I’ll tell you. You don’t have to be afraid of me anymore, Thirteen. My reaction was from a lack of understanding. The director set me straight. He could always keep us grounded.”

    Alfred placed the picture on the desk and spun it around for Thirteen to see. He pointed at the people starting from the left.

    “This is me, the right one is Andrew, and that one in the middle, that’s Jamie, who you’ve known as the director. Their mother took this picture of us after Jamie finished high school. I called off sick from work so I could be there, and I believe Andrew was preparing to go to college in a few weeks. At the time, nothing could separate our bond.”

    Thirteen could tell there was great sorrow underneath the words that Alfred spoke. “Things changed. Didn’t they?”

    “Time proved us wrong. I lost my job shortly after Andrew’s accident and Jamie grew more obsessed with technology to cope. He hired me on as soon as he could, but Jamie had changed. It was no longer about simple virtual reality games. It was about creating ideal worlds where people could run from their ails. In a way, he had defeated death with denial.”

    Thirteen understood. “The CiRFiS.”

    Alfred nodded. “As long as Oneiron Corporation still stands, the Pulchant brothers will live forever, exactly as Jamie had planned.”

    1. Glaceon373 Avatar
      Glaceon373

      Insania, it feels like it’s been ages since I’ve read a piece from you, and it’s lovely to read your work again! This piece is a very interesting take on the prompt. Immortality through virtual reality is a very interesting concept. I also really like your dialogue for both Alfred and Thirteen; they both feel like very troubled creatures. Overall, Insania, a lovely piece. Great job!

    2. RVMPLSTLTSKN Avatar
      RVMPLSTLTSKN

      You’re back!!

      This piece feels smoother than your last few. The dialogue is good and the pacing more natural. I’m guessing you’ve been working hard on the Craft in your absence. Great work!

      1. Insania404 Avatar
        Insania404

        Yes! I’m back!!

        Thank you for the kind words! Even while I was unable to write for the prompts, I never stopped writing in general. Taking a break also helped me recognize this is for fun and I shouldn’t have treated it like an obligation.

  5. ThatWeirdFish Avatar
    ThatWeirdFish

    The Cost of Eternity
    By: ThatWeirdFish (Reviewed by Specter)

    You have done everything. Fought angels and demons, trekked through the deepest parts of the universe, sacrificed everything you’ve held dear… and, finally, you arrived at the door. His door.

    You raised your hand to knock, but the door swung open on its own.

    “Come in, come in. Make yourself at home,” his disembodied said cordially.

    “Oh, don’t explain yourself,” he cut you off while you inhaled to speak. “We both know what you’re here for.”

    Your throat went dry as you nodded and stepped into the messy study. You turned to the desk at the sound of rustling paper, only to see sheets of music flutter to the floor.

    “A human, figures,” his disappointed voice muttered right behind you.

    You whipped around, but nothing was there. Was that… the scent of licorice? That’s… oddly specific. You slowly turned back around and flinched as those cunning golden eyes pierced your soul with their gaze.

    “Let’s cut to the chase, shall we,” he said coldly. “You in your infinite wisdom decided to bargain with chaos to gain the power of the gods?”

    “Yes… I… wanted to….” You falter under his unblinking gaze.

    “Save the world? Your lover? Fulfill some righteous cause?” He sneered. “Your excuse doesn’t matter to me. What can you, a mortal, offer to a god of gods?”

    He raised an eyebrow over his scrutinizing gaze as he waited.

    “Everything you want: soul, body, mind,” You plead to the entity. “Just… don’t let me die.”

    He chuckled and spoke as if addressing a child. “If you gave me your everything, why, you will die. For I have no use for any of it. Why take a mind when I can think for myself? Why eat a body if I feel no hunger?”

    He stepped closer with a dark frown.

    “Why would I accept an offering given to any basic demon?” His eyes narrowed at you.

    “I have nothing else… please… grant me immortality. I’ll pay any price, do anything!”

    “Actually… there is something I can take in exchange,” He said, looking you over. “Your emotions.”

    “Deal,” You said indifferently.

    1. Glaceon373 Avatar
      Glaceon373

      Fish, this is both incredibly charming and somewhat terrifying. The immortality-for-emotions trade off makes a lot of sense, and I like how you used it here. I also like the choice to use second person, as it makes the reader feel directly involved in this exchange. Overall, Fish, a very intriguing read. Great job!

      1. ThatWeirdFish Avatar
        ThatWeirdFish

        Thank you so much for your comment! This piece was fun to write for me. Both for the entity in question and for exploring the second person. He’s a character I’ve had in my mind for a while now and I’m curious to explore him more.

        As for writing in the second person, that was a deliberate choice. Mostly because of the prompt itself: “Make Me Immortal”. I thought why not play with that request and make it personal? I’m glad you enjoyed it. 🙂

    2. Insania404 Avatar
      Insania404

      I love this piece. The tradeoff of emotions for immortality is the perfect deal. You can have immortality, but you’ll never be able to enjoy it for whatever purpose you “needed” it for.

      I am curious about the entity’s comment about “a human, figures.” Does the entity have different visitors besides mortal humans, or is he looking for someone specific to enter his study?

      There are several threads in this story, which is always intriguing to me and makes me want more. Excellent work!

      1. ThatWeirdFish Avatar
        ThatWeirdFish

        The entity presides over a multiverse with many different races within it. As for his comment, who knows exactly what he means. But most likely, he wanted someone of another race other than a “token hero of the multiverse,” his words, to show up.

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

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    1. Poor Peter! I feel so bad for him here, especially after how happy he seemed in your last piece with him. This was really well done, I like how you expressed the relationship between him and his father(which I have questions about, btw). You did a great job of showing the nuances of their relationship with the small space that you had to work with!

    2. RVMPLSTLTSKN Avatar
      RVMPLSTLTSKN

      Oh damn, Kaylie! This one hits hard. This is lovely. The bits of characterization in distraction and loss, the want or will to know anyway, the fact that we know what Peter has done and now he’s facing it. Ouch.

      It’s a beautiful piece!

  7. Glaceon373 Avatar
    Glaceon373

    To Glorify His Rule
    by Carrie (Glaceon373)

    “I’m close, so very close,” Mayor Trevor paced slowly in front of his window, marching back and forth. “But not quite there yet.”

    “Of course, sir,” the steward responded from his post by the door.

    “I won the election. The closest election in this city’s history, even!” A sharp, snappy turn, pace uninterrupted. “Just less than half the population was furious, without a doubt. But they probably calmed down when we handled the Glisphinn Bridge flood in only a day, yes? The papers loved it, I’m sure, but they loved the officers, the volunteers, the ‘success of the community’ and whatnot.”

    He slowed his steps, almost as if he were waiting for a response. The steward did not reply, for he was used to overhearing the working minds of politicians. He did not speak unless directly spoken to, except to offer the occasional piece of praise.

    Trevor shook his head at the steward’s silence and resumed his rhythmic pacing. “They didn’t love ME for it. Nevermind that my first few acts in office were all about security, and that my whole election platform was security; but no, this is a ‘people’s victory’ and nothing more. They won’t put this in the history books next to a portrait of me, if it’s important enough to be in the books at all!”

    Trevor’s ceaseless pace reached a sudden halt. He turned towards the door. “Well? Have any brilliant ideas behind those drooping eyes of yours, steward?”

    “I… I am not a trained advisor, sir. I have no solution for you. My job is to simply bring you provisions should you ask for them, and to remind you of the date and time of meetings.”

    “Is that really all you do? No assistance with my actual work? You have nothing to offer to make my rule extraordinary?”

    “… No, sir.”

    “Then you’re fired. I can’t have useless attendants in my ranks.”

    The steward gasped, then dropped his head. “Of course, sir.”

    “Make sure your replacement has something worthwhile to say every now and again!” Trevor called as the steward left his post.

    1. Insania404 Avatar
      Insania404

      Tagback Review!

      I love how we both went for history remembering us as the platform for immortality in our pieces!

      I do love that Mayor Trevor gripes about the community being remembered when it was his platform that allowed for that success, yet he turns around and fires someone because they won’t provide him with a plan for being remembered.

      If the steward did provide some insight that would get the mayor on the history books, he would be taking the credit for something someone else provided, kind of like what happened with the community. It is an excellent implied parallel!

  8. GhostDog_Daniel Avatar
    GhostDog_Daniel

    Evolution
    By Daniel Weaver

    The low-pitched humming of the machinery filled my ears, numbing out every other voice, including my thoughts. It was soothing. The silence covered my every part, filling my head, my lungs. I was floating in the absence of sound. Until a hand broke through the border of my numbness, pulling me to the surface.

    I opened my eyes. The bright lights felt like needles, piercing my retinas. I heard a voice, but I only heard muffled nonsense, barely recognizable. But I knew nonetheless. It was my friend, calling out my name, over and over.

    I flipped over and tried to get up, but collapsed soon after. How long was I out for? It had to have been thousands of years. How else could I forget the plague eating away my muscles? My left leg was essentially useless. Not to mention the reminder that breathing is also a challenge when your lungs are filled with blood, and not air alone.

    “VINCENT!” called out the voice through a thick layer of mist sitting in my ears.

    “I’m fine…”

    “Right. And I’m a whore, high out of my mind on the streets”

    “Put me back,” I whispered, coughing up more blood.

    “Are you out of your mind? You almost-”

    “PUT ME BACK!” I yelled, cutting him short. “Please, Patrick… If we are friends, you have to let me back.”

    I saw the hesitation in his eyes, contemplating all the choices we made that led to this moment. I felt my body becoming weightless as Patrick lifted me.

    “Are you sure this is what you want?” he asked while plugging me in.

    “Humans have always evolved to be greater. This sickness has NO cure. What choice do I have? Evolution is my only option. It has to work…” I took a deep breath and a last look at my friend. By the end, I’ll either be something else, or I’ll be dead. “I’m ready.” – a grin crept across my face – “Would you kindly, make me immortal?”

    1. Great job! This scene was very powerful. At first I thought he was just relaxing in a sensory deprivation chamber or something, but the twist towards the end of him trying to reach a higher level of evolution was really cool. I could feel Vincent’s anger about his situation mixed with his desperation for it to work. Really well done!

    2. jesse fisher Avatar
      jesse fisher

      Some of us wonder, would you sleep/do a medical things to cure ourselves. And then how that would effect the people around us. Really it was a nice drama piece that I would love to see as a short film.

  9. The Price of Rememberance
    by Rattus

    Within the chaos and tumult of the storms, Larum found peace. She had long since learned that her mind was at the clearest when the skies weren’t. The angry winds and vengeful waves gave her something to focus on, something to draw her attention away from the overflow of thoughts she often played host to.

    The boat rocked beneath her, bouncing off the stormy tides and sending spray flying far above the deck. The rest of the crew grabbed on for dear life as they manned their stations, but not her. Even the Captain gripped the wheel with white-knuckled intensity, praying to Maile’i that she might show them mercy.

    Larum stood atop the prow, staring out at the white capped waves and grey clouds. Storms always had a way of draining the colour from the world. Most people hated them for this, among other reasons. But she found a different kind of beauty within the hammering rains and roaring thunder.

    Their destination was in sight, yet it had never felt so far away. The last resting place of a Navigator, said to contain a fragment of their power. There was a sudden crack of lightning, and the smell of smoke and char not long after. The mast splintered and fell forward, smashing through the deck and into the ocean below. As it fell the gaff collided with the back of her head, and everything went black.

    The next thing she remembered was the warm, coarse sand beneath her. Then, the hot sun beating against her eyelids. Rising slowly to her feet, she saw the wreckage of the ship far out in the ocean before her. None of the rest of the crew had made it, it seemed.

    Alone on the island, she smiled. She had spent much of the trip thinking of ways to take the treasure for herself, and now it seemed the Gods had spared her the trouble. She would claim the power within the temple, and ensure that her name be spoken of in fear and reverence until the last Path is walked.

    1. GhostDog_Daniel Avatar
      GhostDog_Daniel

      Great work as always! The end kinda reminds me of Robinson Crusoe, given that she has no way to leave the island lol. I liked how it’s not about the power of friendship and love and whatnot, but the pulling force is the greed that’s in every living thing. Splendid! At first, I thought that she didn’t fear the storm because she’s immortal, so who cares if a bolt of lightning strikes her.

    2. RVMPLSTLTSKN Avatar
      RVMPLSTLTSKN

      Tagback!

      Larum is an interesting character. She seems to be on a villain arch, but i find her perspective on storms to be more interesting than her desire for power.

      “None of the rest of the crew” This line is clunky. 😉 I think the implication on the rest of the story though is more interesting. She doesn’t have to contend with other characters and she *happened * to survive. That level of coincidence seems unlikely to me as a reader. What would she do if there were other survivors?

      Good work!

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

      Ooooooh I really like this!!

      A new factoid you get to learn about me today is that…I really like ships. Like old pirate-type ships. Don’t quite know why, just know that I always have.
      So, give me a ship in your story and you’ve already got at least one gold star from me XD
      And despite not liking storms irl, I also like stories about storms too.

      I really like that first bit about Larum finding peace in storms. I especially love the line “She had long since learned that her mind was at the clearest when the skies weren’t.” It’s a unique and interesting trait and very poetic. Compare/contrast is also a particularly potent writing device, and I think you use it well here!!
      I honestly didn’t read the beginning as villainous when I first read it but the ending makes me wonder if it’s meant to be.

      The ship wrecking seemed abrupt the first time I read it, but I think that works in your favor, as it’s supposed to be abrupt, and it makes the audience feel more like the crew on the ship.

      Larum: All my friends and family are dead. Nobody made it.
      Also Larum: *smiles*
      Yeah, I can definitely see the makings of a villain here.
      …But I do love me a good villain.

      Ships? Check. Storms? Check. The makings of a villain? Check.
      That’s three stars before we even get to the actual story XD
      And yes, I’ll give you the other two stars for the story itself!

      My critiques for you would be:
      I might recommend putting “There was a sudden crack of lightning” as a new paragraph. It’s meant to be abrupt, yes, but that feels like a new topic from the last sentence.
      If you want her to be super villainous and heartless, keep the smile. But I feel like even villains would care if all their friends died (well, I guess I’m assuming they’re her friends, but maybe she didn’t know them) so the smile feels a bit out of place.

      Great job!!

  10. The True Price (Unlikely Heroes)
    C. M. Weller

    A conquerer king dragged Wraithvine to his court in chains. There, the king in armour demanded, “You who are immortal, share your secret. Choose silence, and be executed.”

    “Has his Majesty considered the paradox of threatening an immortal with death? I got my gift from the gods. They don’t like having those gifts destroyed, as I recall.”

    “Then some years in my dungeon may change your mind.”

    Wraithvine allowed the guards to drag hir away.

    Once every year, the king would drag Wraithvine up and demanded the secret of immortality or go back to the oubliette. Wraithvine chose the oubliette.

    Ten years, the king was still a blood-soaked conqueror. Twenty, he had found a wife and begun a family. Thirty, the new prince was gaining the hearts of the populace. Forty, and the king grew desperate.

    “I need your secret,” said the king. “My hold on everything is slipping away. My son is easily lead astray by the voices of PEASANTS. I can’t let such a disaster unfold.”

    Wraithvine said, “Do you really need it? Or merely want it?”

    “Give it to me and I will let you have any reward you want. Name your price.”

    Wraithvine said, “Abdicate.”

    Ten more years, and the king was starting to grow weak. “Every weasel with an eye on my crown is coming after me. They all end up on the executioner’s block. Even my son has turned against me.”

    “Nothing at all related to how you’re executing everyone who crosses you, I’m sure.”

    “Tell me your secret or I execute my boy.”

    “Step one: be at the beginning, when the gods walked the land. Step two: be pure enough to place your hand on a gods heart. Step three: make a vow and believe it. Step four: Watch everything you know change so much that it is foreign to you. You will be compelled to keep your oath. For. All. Time.”

    He struggled to free his sword. “That’s useless!”

    “Then let your son take the crown, or see everything you’ve made go to your enemies. I’ve seen it happen thousands of times.”

    1. RVMPLSTLTSKN Avatar
      RVMPLSTLTSKN

      Tagback!

      This piece reads like a script, CM. The dialogue pulls most of the weight, and the few bits of exposition are well paced.

      I’m curious if you considered using a verbal tic or device for Wrathvine. Taking into account his (hir?) claims to the way things change, it’s likely that verbal artifacts would pepper his/her word choice. Maybe a particularly archaic idiom or strange pronunciation, or even a different sentence structure.

      1. That is a good thought. Thinking up a really good one is a problem I prefer to set aside for now. Maybe an archaic swear from the days of ancient times?

        IDK ze seems to be fairly good at adapting to circumstances.

    2. Arkansandragon Avatar
      Arkansandragon

      Another good story. I wondered at first why the immortal was so calm, but then I realized by the end of the story that this sort of thing probably happens to him a lot by rulers wanting to live forever. Makes me wonder how many actual take his advice. Does this king take the advice?

      1. Safe bet on ‘no’.

        I bet this happens at least once per century.

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    ArkansanDragoness

    “Careful What You Wish For” by Magan (Legends of Dra’cora)

    God-King Glacialstorm watched the dead beastfolk carefully. The beastfolk revived; the ice dragon jolted notes. Satisfied, the dragon left his laboratory under the palace-temple.

    Glacialstorm’s orca-colored scales gleamed in sunlight as he flew over his city, Ironfang. He sighed at another angry mob tracking his movements from below. The beastfolk in his lab was the 5th assassin this month. Was he REALLY a tyrant for indulging in banquets, finaries, and females while ruling with an iron claw and using his subjects for magical testing?

    Yes. But it was his right. His parents were too soft, not taking advantage of ruling. To the rabble’s credit, this latest coup was led by the smartest of his many bastard children, so that breeding experiment had proven fruitful.

    Defeating the mob, Glacialstorm sealed his palace. This latest experiment was successful, everything was ready. He would truly become a god. Death was for lesser creatures. He wasn’t afraid of death, of course not! But why risk the Maw of Oblivion for a CHANCE at Afterlife when living was more comfortable?

    He performed final needed magic, then died, staging suicide.

    His ghost laughed when everyone got sick at the funerary feast. He’d tainted his body with poison.

    The phylactery housed his soul perfectly, but was boring. Next week, he emerged whole from his tomb to shock, awe, and terror. Thoroughly cowed, his subjects accepted his divine rule without further open revolt…

    Something was wrong.

    His body and mind were decaying, with no cure. The city was soon full of undead in his control, but he lost interest in toying with them.

    Why was he always hungry?

    Oh, thank the gods! Monster hunters! Company!

    Living subjects to rule! Now if they would STAY alive…

    The endless hunger for life gnawed at him…

    That phoenix flying at him looked tasty. And more morsels were stuck in the tar-like ash of corrupted magic… His phylactery needed souls to keep working, but he was a god. Eventually, he would rule all of Dra’cora…

    He didn’t. Imprisoned, too powerful to slay, he was immortalized as a nightmare, Dra’cora’s Doom, the Nex.

    1. Zombie dragons? Zombie dragons.

      I also detect a soupcon of vampire lore, too. Needing others to stay alive. Methinks the writer hivemind has gone for darkness this week.

      Lots of entities striving for godhood and finding out it isn’t as easy as they thought it would. Usually the hard way.

      My first inkling that the protagonist was straight-up evil was the whole breeding program thing. That’s just icky in every way. Very well done.

  12. RVMPLSTLTSKN Avatar
    RVMPLSTLTSKN

    A Small Sacrimony
    By RVMPLSTLTSKN (The Saga of The Deep One’s Wake)

    The age-twisted man stood at the precipice of his temple, a paltry form clothed in the raiment of his tattered past. Beneath him, the city of Tukminaluk squallored with hungry mouths and gaunt faces. He held an obsidian knife, bloodstained long ago and often, knapped by his first sacrifiant. Today, he thought, would be the last day he would have to do this. He would break past the threshold, he would ascend, his promises would be kept, he would be a benevolent god and deserve their worship.

    A cadre of cleric hopefuls stood behind him, with them the bantlings of their choosing from the worst-off families. They were tomorrow’s priesthood, today. Kneeling before him, another cadre awaited the climax of his ritual. The mechanic was simple, but the show was equally important. With his knife, he carved glyphs into the sacrifiants’ skin and sliced open their clavicles. The priesthood removed the hearts. This was the ritual.

    The mechanic was different and needed no glyphs or hearts, only souls which he sliced free of their carnal cages with an ambitious zeal. They were caught then, frozen by their beliefs and identities. This was why he created the ritual and chose only the most faithful children to forge this artifice of eternity.

    Osareph felt their souls swirl in the aether around him. A promise of prosperity had been made, that was his religion. He felt full; a man slowly starving, finally getting nourishment. Ambition requires so much, wants so much, it carves a hollow place in the soul. Osareph raised his knife from the last corpse. The souls gathered fast to him, believing him the vessel of his promise.

    “Master, is that all?” A bright-eyed boy asked. He had almost been chosen. His ambition could be problematic.

    “Are you volunteering to die?”

    “To serve our people.”

    Osareph laid one papery hand on his shoulder. “Then serve me.”

    The knife bit deep into Osareph’s gut. He gasped as he drove the blade higher, searching for his own dark heart, freezing his soul and distilling it through death, arrogating all those souls he murdered.

    1. I have to say it.

      What a son of a lich.

      Jokes aside, I can almost see this as a kind of death cult with Osareph using more and more souls to keep himself alive. Promising to become a deity but never quite making it because of reasons invented on the fly.

      [Kind of like those cults of personality that implode when their leader is sick or dying… but way worse]

      This could lead to a chain of inevitable betrayal.

    2. Well done! You have a way with words that I really enjoy, and it is on full display here. I have a feeling the bright-eyed boy is a character I’ve met before, although admittedly I’m not familiar enough with this world to recognize him right away. Either way the scene had a lot of power in it, and I very much enjoyed reading it!

    3. Arkansandragon Avatar
      Arkansandragon

      As a reviewer for my story said, it seems the writer hivemind has turned toward writing tales of those seeking godhood down dark paths. Your story is good, but I’m a little bit confused by the ending. Was your protagonist killed as part of the ritual by that boy? Or was he going to sacrifice that boy too but was betrayed and stabbed?

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

      Me at first: This is interesting!! Very curious scene setting.
      Me as I kept reading: Okay this is getting dark…
      Me at the end: …Not today, buddy.
      XD

      I’m trying to wrap my brain around what this might mean for your universe. I don’t really understand how ascension works, but it seems Osareph is trying to ascend artificially? And of course that’s gonna go to to a dark place (and hopefully it means he’ll fail but I have no clue).

      I do like your descriptions. Like I said, they made me very curious.

      I liked the first paragraph. Don’t have much to say other than it’s a great setting of the scene.

      I liked “They were tomorrow’s priesthood, today.”

      “With his knife, he carved glyphs into the sacrifiants’ skin and sliced open their clavicles. The priesthood removed the hearts. This was the ritual.”
      –This is so casually gruesome in a way that seems very intentional–these things aren’t even gruesome in Osareph’s eyes.

      “The mechanic was different and needed no glyphs or hearts, only souls which he sliced free of their carnal cages with an ambitious zeal. They were caught then, frozen by their beliefs and identities. ”
      –It’s very curious the distinction here. That as horrible as the heart image is, what Osareph is doing is much worse. It’s effective. I also like the idea that a soul gets frozen in belief and identity–by much more spiritual things a heart wouldn’t be frozen in.
      I wonder how he’s able to reach people’s souls.

      “A promise of prosperity had been made, that was his religion. He felt full; a man slowly starving, finally getting nourishment. Ambition requires so much, wants so much, it carves a hollow place in the soul.”
      –I really like this. It’s a very true, transcendent thing.

      I’m rather confused what’s happening at the end. It seems like Osareph is going to kill the boy just like he killed the rest…but then he killed himself instead? I’m not sure why you had this conversation with the boy if it was more about Osareph himself dying to complete the ritual. It feels like that image would have been starker had he been the last man standing.

      My overall critique is similar. As much as I like the descriptions and find them curious, I wonder if this piece would have been better served with clearer action? I like the compare/contrast between hearts and souls a lot, but I also thought the heart thing was happening in present time, so when you said that’s just how the ritual usually goes, and he’s dealing with souls, I had to put my brain in a different mentality. I’m not sure I fully understand what’s happening overall, and I’m not sure if that’s just me, or if perhaps you could have focused more on the action of the scene than the exposition.

      Anyway, this piece gives me a lot to think about, and is captivatingly dark!! Great job!!

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    Calliope Rannis

    The Reward She Deserved (Nyx’s Story)
    By Calliope Rannis

    Lord Lectara wasn’t hiding anything anymore. That polite glamour of an elderly noble that he wore above was nowhere to be seen, and instead stood a visage of marble skin, long fangs and eyes burning like flaming coals in boiling blood.

    “You have been doing good work for us, Miss Murnor. Yes, some good work indeed.” He strode towards her, a golden jewel-encrusted chalice hanging lazily in one hand. “I think it’s about time for your reward, isn’t it?”

    Nyx almost gasped, her breath seizing up under his boiling gaze. She was terrified, she could admit that to herself now – but a thrill, a catharsis rushed through her body too. Because-

    “Yes, I know EXACTLY what you desire.” An intense smile grew across his stony face. “You may have never said it, but I know what you want. For it is something that only one such as I can provide.”

    Lord Lectara looked away for a moment, seeming to consider the chalice in his hand. “Knowing what you want is easy, Miss Murnor. But…I would like to know why. Why come to us, of all places? What is the hole inside of you that cannot be filled anywhere else?”

    A small, painful pause. Then…

    “It’s unfair.” (She hated how childlike she sounded.) “It’s unfair that my life, my years in this world, should be cut short by an imperfection of birth. Why can’t I live for as long as other gnomes can, just because of the stain of human essence in my blood? I lose centuries, CENTURIES, of potential life and experience, and for what?” She spat. “To be a little taller, a little thinner? To be ‘different’, or ‘special’? Worthless!”

    She breathed heavily, trying to calm herself. “I just…I just want a life. A real life, a long life. A life where I have the time to do everything I want.” Nyx looks up to meet Lord Lectara’s eyes.

    “Let me have this. Let me have that time. I don’t even need the immortality you possess, I just need more time. Will you provide that for me?”

    1. This was beautiful. There was a lot of really good characterization packed into such a short piece, I really feel like I got a good sense of who Nyx is as a person. I think this is the first piece in this world I’ve read, because the reveal of them being gnomes really caught me by surprise.(I’m glad though, gnomes don’t get enough love)

      I’m really interested to see what else you do(or have done) with this character, and can’t wait to read more about them!

    2. If I recall correctly [and I probably don’t], Nyx becomes a vampire and therefore immortal?

      This is definitely a case of Be Careful What You Wish For. Certainly. Nyx wasn’t happy with what she became, as I recall.

      Ah, but we make so many mistakes when we’re young, and spend the rest of our time wondering what might have happened otherwise…

    3. GhostDog_Daniel Avatar
      GhostDog_Daniel

      It sent shivers down my spine, in an absolutely good way. That was after my second read tough after I read weller’s comment, which gave me some insight into the character. And if I take what he said into account, then it is chilling. Great story of what someone is willing to do in their time of desperation,, that nothing else matters. It also reflects real life in a way too, without less fantastical elements of course. The way she says she just needs time, hit home. I think to everyone. Everything would be so much easier if we had more time. Great job!

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

      GAHHH this is some vampire-y goodness right here!!
      I knew this was gonna be the topic you picked, and it was so fun to actually get to read it!! Of course I wanted to see the thing actually happen in the story, but the dialogue was great, and suuuuper fitting for the prompt.

      I can’t remember how you described Lectera in what I’ve read of Nyx’s backstory, (like if you said he was just a cut-and-dry evil vampire), but in this story I ended up really liking him. Or maybe, even if he is evil, I just like the calm villain who knows you’re asking for horror, and hands it to you on a silver platter with “…this is what you wanted.” Or else who hands you horror on a silver platter, fully believing it’s a true reward…
      (Sidenote, its very interesting his glamour is that of an elderly man. I assume he could pretend to be a hot young vampire if he wanted XD)

      ““Knowing what you want is easy, Miss Murnor. But…I would like to know why. Why come to us, of all places? What is the hole inside of you that cannot be filled anywhere else?”
      –This right here. I love this so dang much.

      What Nyx says is absolutely fascinating. Did you mention that she was part human in her backstory I read? I honestly forgot that. (I don’t know how I forgot that if you did, it seems like very important info XD). That’s so interesting that a) gnomes and humans can have kids together, b) being part human is not desired…at least not by Nyx. Though it makes sense–watching other gnomes be able to live for centuries, and know she doesn’t have all that time because of her human heritage. It’s a very intriguing and understandable dilemma she faces. And c) she’s *already* a half blood before…what’s about to happen happens. She’s trying to replace her human part with something else.
      And you just *know* that people have said that she’s “different” and “special” when she expresses these concerns or mortality to them. While her plight is understandable, I can really hear the villainy creeping into her voice as she finishes that paragraph. As well as the fact that she’s surely wanted to say this for a long time and the anger really pours out of her when she finally says it aloud.

      I loved this!!

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