Writing Group: The Warm Pleasure of Sunshine

Hello, Day Dwellers and Early Birds!

There’s just something about sunlight, isn’t there? The way it can warm you to your very soul. Hey, why don’t we take a trip outside today, because…

This week’s Writing Group prompt is:

The Warm Pleasure of Sunshine

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Sunlight itself has so many benefits for the world we live in. It feeds nutrients to the vegetation, it increases our intake of vitamin D, and it can even be used as a power source if enough solar panels are set up.

There’s plenty that we can do on a bright, sunshiny day. You could go for a hike in the mountains, or take a trip to the beach. Maybe you want to spend a day out on the town with some friends. Perhaps you’re having a bad day, and your one friend who is deemed “a ray of sunshine” by the entire group, sits with you and tries to cheer you up. Or maybe you choose to be the apprentice of a witch or alchemist who has found a way to use sunlight as an ingredient, learning under their tutelage how to weave such an untouchable thing into the winter cloaks and clothes your mentor sells.

Another idea you could explore is what it would be like to finally feel the warm rays of the sun breaking over the horizon after the long and arduous polar night, a phenomenon where the sun doesn’t rise for an entire 30 days in the southernmost or northernmost parts of the world. Perhaps it doesn’t even have to be that long. Perhaps you just choose to step into the shoes of a recluse who hasn’t been able to leave the safety of their home in quite some time. A recluse who has finally worked up the courage to even just go retrieve the mail. Sunshine doesn’t even have to be the actual light itself, it could be the name of a drink that warms you from the inside, making it ideal on a cold winter’s day. 

There’s plenty of ways to enjoy the sunshine, plenty of ways for you to feel its warm kisses peppering your skin right to your very soul.

So go forth, seize the day, and show us what wonderful things can happen under the sun.

Just don’t forget your hat and sunscreen.

—Shawna

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90 responses to “Writing Group: The Warm Pleasure of Sunshine”

  1. Climate Change?
    by NocteVesania (Public Group Repost)

    Kat slouches, all but given up on deciphering the perplexing imagery on her crystal ball. It emits a soft, warm glow from the clear, bright skies it portrays. She looks out the classroom’s window, watching dark clouds roll in above. She sighs and starts packing her things.

    “Maybe I’m…” Kat trails off as distant thunder rumbles. “I should get home before—”

    Rain starts to fall.

    “Great.” She rummages through her bag for an umbrella. After a while, she gives up. “Just perfect.” She slumps over her desk, dejected.

    She hears the chair beside her creak. Raising her head to check, she finds Lucas, his disappointed expression a far cry from his usual smug demeanor. Kat slumps back down.

    “Haaa…” Lucas sighs, his eyes looking over Kat.

    “Haaaaaaa…” Lucas sighs again, louder this time. Kat stays silent.

    Lucas audibly inhales. “Haaa—”

    “Ugh. What do you want?” Kat interrupts Lucas, her head still down.

    “Weeeell, if you must know,” Lucas faces Kat, “remember tonight’s mixer?”

    “Mmhm…”

    “All thanks to our friend the rain, all the chicks (the hot ones at least) flaked-out!”

    “Mmmm…”

    “Why didn’t you use your mumbo jumbo and tell me it was gonna rain?”

    Kat points to the crystal ball, still glowing like a pocket-sized sun.

    “Losing your powers or something?”

    Kat grumbles.

    “Well, Miss Gloomsday, how about cheering up once in a while?” Lucas says, “maybe that’s why it’s going haywire.”

    Kat finally raises her head. “That’s easy for you to say! You’ve got… well… you… You’re you!”

    “Uhhh… What?”

    “What I mean is… without my powers… I’m nothing.”

    “Don’t say that!” Lucas interjects, “I mean, throughout my crazy schemes, you’ve always been by my side.”

    Kat hides her shock with a smirk. “I didn’t know you had a cute side.”

    “Shut up!” Lucas shifts his gaze away from Kat, his cheeks beet red, “you’re a friend to me, so that’s something.”

    Kat laughs, cracking up at the prospect of Lucas being nice for once.

    Lucas sees this and simply smiles. He figures the warmth of her laughter is enough sunshine to get them through that dreary afternoon.

    1. I like this. The concept of using a smile as a replacement for the sun was a good take on the prompt, and it warmed my heart a little bit, (pun intended of course).

      More things to say. The story theme about losing what you believe to be your only worth as a person was handled really well for such a short narration.
      The relationship between these two was really well portrayed seeing how the other character was there to help her to feel better. Hope I get to see you writing for the next one.

  2. A Joyful Delay (A Tiefling Tale/Cordelia’s Journey)
    C. M. Weller

    Sometimes, Kormwind Whitekeep X knew, a Da had to be contrary. Fathers needed to play more than anyone else he knew, and tended to play with their children. Kormwind Ten had presumed this dawdling from Da was another game, but a glance at his father’s tail told more.

    When Da was playing, his tail would curl up like a pot-hook. Now, his tail swept out low, almost turning into a straight line.

    “Da?” Kormwind Ten forgot about trying to drag his father towards the theatre. “Are you all right?”

    Not even a Dad Joke like, “No, I am half left.” Just a sigh like he sighed at Mama. “Es tut mir leid, kleiner. I never got out of the habit of enjoying sunshine.”

    Benevolence screwed his face up and said, “Are you being WEIRD again?”

    Mama chuckled behind her hand, “Oh my dearies. Your Da spent a lot of his childhood cooped up indoors. He was only allowed to roam freely after Grandfather Valiant sent him to Zemnia.”

    Da had returned to normal. Well, normal for him. He stretched out his hands for anyone who wanted to take them. “Ja. Even then it was a year before I had enough courage to go out on my own. Sunshine is still special.”

    Integrity tugged on Da’s hand. “Da-a-a-a… we’re gonna miss the comics…”

    “They wouldn’t start without us, Junge…” but still, Da began walking faster. “We should have time to have a fish each, all the same.”

    Joy, their baby sister, brightened at the mention of fish. She pulled her thumb out of her mouth and said, “Fishie fishie num num.”

    Da scooped up Integrity and set him on his shoulders,tucking Kormwind Ten and Benevolence under each arm. “Hut! Hut! Hie,” he shouted, and trotted towards the theatre, tail high. Integrity steered him by the horns and all brothers squealed.

    If anyone was weirder than Da, Kormwind Ten decided, it had to be Grandfather Valiant. He simply could not imagine any other way a father could not love all his children like Da plainly did.

    1. The “hut hut hut” makes me think of Captain America from Super Hero Squad. The trotting doesn’t dissuade this.

      I love these stories from the perspective of Koshdelia’ s kids. It does make me yearn for the period between them being seperated and happily married with children.

      I like that he’s like, “They wont start without us … But let’s hurry up anyway so the show isn’t delayed.”

      Curious how the fish is prepared. Because of the context it feels like a skewer. But honestly I’m hoping for more of a fish&chips thing.

      Oh. And I’m surprised he still has such a reaction to sunshine. Wasn’t he sent to the monestary rather young? Maybe all that time as a “Shadow Harper”(?) didn’t let him get used to it? Ah well. Nobody really needs a reason to enjoy the sunshine do they?

      1. Ah, the fish. There is MUCH ado about the fish. For starters, it’s not a real fish. It’s a pastry. It’s more like a cross between taiyaki and a meat pastie or a jaffle.

        The default filling is a kind of sweet goat stew, but there are other variations.

        It’s a treat generally for good children and Kosh has wanted one since he was four and didn’t get one until 32. So ofc he doesn’t withhold them from his kids.

        I am going to write him in shadows and darkness a lot, so full on sunshine on the face is a lifelong appreciation 😀

  3. Cheezesammich Avatar
    Cheezesammich

    An Executioner’s Resignation
    By Cheezesammich

    Lately I’ve been wondering if I should be doing something different with my life. Maybe a pilot or an asteroid miner. Maybe then I could feel pride in my work.

    “Prisoner 6724, Larovee.”

    The warden AI’s voice echoed through the hallways of Sira station’s death row.

    “Ah, is it time for my tan already?” Larovee said as I unlocked his cell. He was surprisingly chipper, given his circumstances. Surrounded on all sides by harsh black steel, his smiling face felt out of place. It wasn’t the smile of a man about to be executed for his crimes. He seemed far too comfortable.

    I took Larovee to the station’s secondary docking bay where a space pod was waiting for him.

    As the bay doors groaned open, the view outside the station slowly expanded. Through the sheen of the station’s atmosphere shields, a great ball of fire swelled before us. It was 10 million miles away, but the sun still took up most of the view. The entire dock was filled with a blast of orange light. The atmosphere shields blocked much of the sun’s light and reduced its heat down to a sweltering warmth. It was a sight that I only ever saw when a prisoner’s time was up. It was a welcome break from the cold of the station’s interior.

    Larovee was still smiling as I loaded him into the pod. I asked him why.

    “Well that’s easy,” he said, “I’ve been waiting fifteen years to see the sun again. Now it gets to be the last thing I see? I’m finally free – can you say the same?”

    Most of the prisoners I send into the sun are the same. Some fight, some cry, but the same harrowing look of fear is always there. Despite that, I’ve never doubted my work. But for some reason, seeing Larovee’s smiling face as he floated out of the station, I was shaken.

    I stood in stunned silence, watching Larovee’s pod fly through the atmosphere shield like a rock through water. Before long, it was gone, sinking into the vast brilliance of the sun.

    1. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      Am I wrong, or does the title have a possible double meaning?

      So much questions on how this particular method of execution is in place in this universe, and, above all, why would a human executioner still be needed for it. Good questions, disturbing questions. The kind of questions that expand the interest in this little window into this scenario…

      I like this tale a lot, a very interesting take on the prompt!

      1. I think you’re right that the title has a double meaning and it allows us to imagine two different endings to the story: either the executioner resigns, he quits his job, or he is resigned to doing his job and the prisoners enjoying it more than he does.

        I also like the idea that the executioner is a human. In my head canon about this story, I imagine that AIs exist and do most jobs, but they obey the Rules of Robotics as laid down by Asimov, meaning that robots cannot kill humans, so humans are still necessary to perform the duty of killing other humans.

      2. Cheezesammich Avatar
        Cheezesammich

        Thanks! You’re right on the money with the double meaning in the title. Amaunator’s explanation is exactly what I was thinking when I made it. As for the other questions, I definitely had reasons in my head when I was making it, but it’s much more fun to leave it up to speculation 🙂

    2. This is a good perspective piece. I have zero critiques.

      The whole concept of death being a freedom from oppression and gleefully walking into doom is one that’s rarely touched on from the POV of the executioner.

      IFAIK it’s rarely touched on at all, but then I am a sheltered little snowflake. I’m perfectly willing to be wrong. Moist Von Lipwig [Seen in _Going Postal_ by Sir Pterry] put on a show for his, but he was only hanged to within an inch of his life. IDK if that counts.

  4. berserker47 Avatar
    berserker47

    Speak Outside Darkness
    by berserker47

    „Challa…“, he looked at his sibling.
    „Yeah?“ Challa smiled back, shining as bright as the sun above them. It was an unusually sunny afternoon, and the dust clouds only partially covered the sky above them.
    „I’ve been meaning to tell you something for some time now…“
    „Well what is it? Don’t leave me to fry here.“
    He looked at them, not knowing how to say the next few words. He wasn’t comfortable in broad daylight, as anyone with his past would be, but the topic made him feel even more unsettled.

    „You know about the crypts down under the shafts, right?“
    „Not really, but I’ve heard of them. Why are you asking?“
    They looked a bit worried. They had heard of them, and they had only heard strikingly unsettling things.
    „Don’t tell me you’ve been down there!“ Challa stared at him in shock, eyes opened wide.
    His near-black eyes slowly drifted off.
    „I have. And I have seen some things that I shouldn’t talk about in the gloom of night. So I am using the opportunity,“ he pointed at the sun above them, „to make it, at least slightly, less dangerous.“
    Challa shook their head. They couldn’t believe what they just heard.

    „What of it is true.“
    „Nearly all of it. The field detection went crazy down there. I had to rely on my own senses, you know. And all sorts of creepy beings and weird… plant stuff? It definitely wasn’t animals.“
    „And you think it will help to talk about this in daylight because…?“
    „It was written all over the temple walls. Dr-l Pl-c-w X-l-k. Speak outside Darkness.“
    „You seriously holographed that, went to a library and looked up what it means? That’s some dedication.“
    „Yeah, and as far as I know, it’s the old kejayan tongue. It dates further back than the Neolithan Republic.“
    He looked away. A cloud was suddenly covering the sun, casting light shade onto the faces of the two siblings. It had been a sunny day, but if you knew the weather of Neolithas well, you could guess that that was about to change.

    1. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      The sense of impending doom is very well built here! I really like stories where the knowledge of something might be, in itself, a dangerous thing, and I liked the way you’ve done it: the sharing of a dangerous knowledge being dangerous if not done in very specific circumstances. But above all else, the tension and sense of doom is really good.

    2. You put a lot of world-building in a small amount of text, very nicely done! I’m somewhat saddened that we never find out the name of Challa’s brother, the first character who speaks.
      At first I guessed that it might be a fantasy setting, and then it turned out to be sci-fi, only to turn into something that felt like Lovecraftian horror. Nice twists and upending of expectations, keep it up!

  5. Title: All Hail the King
    by Joris Lemoine

    It was an airy hole. Drafts found their way through every crevice and nestled in the corners, but not before drawing icy fingers over my starved flesh. They had given me a ragged piece of yellow silk, a mocking jest.

    They had put a crown of daisies on my head as well. After two days without food I devoured it. I wish I had done so sooner, before it had withered. I wish I hadn’t trampled it in anger that first day. I wish I hadn’t peed on the floor before that. I wish…

    A king deserves better, for mine is the body politic! Mine is the spirit anointed by God to steer this realm. As the body politic suffers, so too does the land and its people. Maybe that was why no one had yet shown up with sustenance, my mind rambled on as the body natural wasted away.

    It amazed me I had any strength remaining for thought, when all I could focus on were two strips of light. They moved up high across the wall, left to right, each day, a poem of sunbeams on pockmarked plaster. It was the promise of strawberries, of tea on the southern terrace, and of swift judgments in sweltering robes of state.

    I lay crouched, eyes drinking in the lambent light at zenith, when a murmur tugged at the frayed edges of my insensibility. Boots. Boots with iron spurs, crashing down on stone. Nearing. Keys, jangling as a lock howled. Time was a funny thing. The guards rushed in at the speed of light crawling across the plaster, dragging me out, manhandling my person. I was a feather, borne on the Zephyr of political outrage.

    Sunlight limned the outer gate, and tears were in my eyes. It was thrown wide, and the light cloaked my parched flesh, haloeing muscle and memory alike. And when my eyes adjusted, through a veil of tears, I saw the gibbet and the jeering crowd, but the joy of sunlight was inside of me now and I laughed and laughed and laughed…

    1. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      Very interesting piece. I confess it took me a second reading to really get to it, but that fault is mostly on me: as a non-native English speaker, a couple of words were just sensed more than know, and I didn’t put the right emphasis in them due to not being quite sure I had sensed it right. On a second read, though…
      There are some very strong moments in the writing. I just love the description of strips of light moving in the prison wall, as well as the final realization juxtaposed with the effects on being outside again.
      There were some choices I found a little bit strange, but that’s just me. The king seemed to be holding on to his entitlement to deal with the situation, and although in the first three paragraphs he seemed quite sure of himself, the surprise on being able to think got me by… well, surprise. Just an impression on something I found curious. Overall, I really liked the whole of it!

  6. Matthew R. Wright Avatar
    Matthew R. Wright

    BREAKING NEWS!
    by Matthew R. Wright

    BREAKING NEWS!

    The family of a former police officer, are demanding that charges be filed against the Sun. This comes after speculation that the Sun may have been involved in the former police officer’s death, early Tuesday morning.

    Oliver Hedgeton, aged 57, a father and grandfather, was a member of the Ghastefield Constabulary for nearly thirty years. According to the family, the former officer had spent the last twelve-years in a state of prolonged unconsciousness, after receiving a head injury during an investigation.

    Mr Hedgeton was reported to have made a partial recovery, early Tuesday morning, just as the Sun was raising. Eyewitnesses claim that Mr Hedgeton had left his ward to go out and experience quote “The beauty and warm pleasure of the morning Sun”.

    The former officer was later found dead that morning, atop a nearby grassy knoll, having suffered from an apparent Sun-stroke.

    Medical Officers speculate that Mr Hedgeton, having not experienced the Sun in over a decade, had become overwhelmed by its beauty and majesty, its vibrancy and splendour, and died as a result of the sheer elation and exposure of the experience.

    Officers close to the case have been outspoken about their feelings to Mr Hedgeton’s passing and have vowed to seek justice in a way that would have honoured his legacy and time on the force.

    According to reports, the Sun has been uncooperative with the investigation and as a result, the Ghastefield Constabulary have classified the Sun as ‘At Large’ and ‘Extremely Dangerous’ with advice to not approach nor even look in the direction of the Sun, if spotted.

    At this time, it is unknown as to the motivations of the Sun.

    Cellphone-footage has now surfaced online of several local Ghastefield officers attempting to apprehend the Sun for questioning, earlier last night. They are shown to be running towards the horizon, but failing to catch up with the fleeing, setting sun.

    The officers in that video have refused to comment.

    A strange, saddening case indeed.

    We will continue to report as the story develops.

    This has been Sasha Patel for UK-DBC Action news.

    1. berserker47 Avatar
      berserker47

      That’s a really cool idea! I have never before thought about writing down a “news report”, and this one is especially well-crafted. And, the officers running after the sun in the end? Marvelous! While the whole thing is hilarious, that part is by far the funniest. (in my humble opinion.)

      1. Matthew R. Wright Avatar
        Matthew R. Wright

        Thank you for the kind words. I will say, that I did chuckle as I wrote that bit out, so I’m happy that someone else also found that part funny, and that I wasn’t just laughing at my own jokes. 🙂

    2. This is very tongue-in-cheek. Well-written, smooth, dry wit. I like it a lot. It feels a bit weird though because the style of the article is that of mid-century newspapers of the 20th century. Yet you mention cellphones, and the journalist “logs off” as if this were live reporting, which they couldn’t do then, because very few people had TV-sets.

      Good job, keep writing!

      1. Matthew R. Wright Avatar
        Matthew R. Wright

        Thank you, I appreciate the comment and the lovely words.

    3. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      This was quite funny, very well-executed. I found the “at large” and extremely dangerous” classifications particularly hilarious, all things considered. There are some small things that could do with editing (some comma placements, and one or two phrase constructions that could be rebuilt to flow better), but the story as a whole is quite good.

      1. Matthew R. Wright Avatar
        Matthew R. Wright

        Thank you, where would you say the commas need to be adjusted? I am blind to them sometimes.

        1. Aracnarquista Avatar
          Aracnarquista

          Take my advice with a grain of salt… English is not my first language and there are some differences on how sentence flow and punctuation work in each language that I might find odd but is not necessarily wrong (and, if it is, it is quite possible I would not perceive). That being said, those are the ones I found to be a little bit cumbersome:
          – “Tonight, the family of a former police officer are demanding that charges be filed against the Sun.” – The way I see it, this comma placement seems wrong.
          – “According to reports, the Sun has been uncooperative with the investigation and as a result, the Ghastefield Constabulary have classified the Sun as ‘At Large’ and ‘Extremely Dangerous’ with advice to not approach nor even look in the direction of the Sun, if spotted.” – And in that case, I think a comma in the place I marked here would make the sentence flow better (though it is not strictly necessary).
          Again, take it with a grain of salt.
          Once again, great story!

    4. I have to say that I ADORE the ridiculousness of this piece. I can imagine a future in which under-educated bully types in the police force would try to do this.

      [coughcough dystopia in Trumpville coughcough]

      I am now picturing over-armoured enforcer type police in maximum riot gear trying to capture the sun with butterfly nets. After accidentally tear-gassing themselves and other shenanigans.

      Beautiful.

      1. Matthew R. Wright Avatar
        Matthew R. Wright

        Thank you 🙂

    5. Cheezesammich Avatar
      Cheezesammich

      Ha! I loved this one. A hilarious use of the prompt and a very creative use of format.

      I like that you kept this story situationally “grounded.” The absurdity is made so much stronger because the story lacks any fantastical elements that could justify its ridiculousness.

      There are some minor issues like:

      “[…] The Sun may have *been* involved in the former police officer’s death […]”

      As well as the usage of hyphens [“twelve-years” or “Cellphone-footage” shouldn’t have hyphens in them] but other than that, great job!

      1. Matthew R. Wright Avatar
        Matthew R. Wright

        Thank you 🙂

  7. Cabe Bedlam Avatar
    Cabe Bedlam

    Summer Break
    by Cabe Bedlam

    Charles settled in against the gnarled bark of an oak tree, seeking lengthening shade from that lone soldier atop his grassy ridge. Even with a breeze teasing the leaves, he could feel the warmth of a late summer’s evening all around him. Earlier, when he’d been walking the streets with his family and struggling to keep up under the incessant beating of the sun, he might have complained about the seasonal heat. Now though, he had the time to appreciate how light glinted off the windows in the valley below; how the colors all felt more vibrant and his interactions more cheerful.

    He sank down further, his head cradled between the tree’s roots. Already he found himself ready to fall asleep–the tree as his pillow, the hill his mattress, and the soft evening rays his blanket. There would be little danger here at the town’s outskirts with several hours still before the sun would sink under the horizon and take the light with it. And yet Charles knew his parents would worry if he was gone for too long, nor had he had dinner besides. So he took in the moment while he could, the fleeting hours of summer when heat subsided but sunlight remained. Those extra hours of freedom each day, and those all-too-few days of freedom before autumn came round once more with school and other obligations.

    It was too easy to forget the importance of things–time, warmth, sunlight–when he had such an abundance of them on hand. Only as they started to fade did each feel the most valuable. Much like, Charles imagined, a good meal might feel valuable if he happened to miss dinner. So away from the tree he broke, cascading down the hill with the wind and the sun on his back.

    1. Matthew R. Wright Avatar
      Matthew R. Wright

      Such a wonderful moment of time captured here with your choice of words. Incredible use of imagery, the use of 3rd person, I feel nostalgic for this time despite having not experienced it. Summer, much like youth, comes and goes without you ever realizing, and by god does this story, as brief as it is, capture that summer, and make you crave for its return. Well done.

    2. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      There is something quite nice in the way you describe how things could be ignored or even felt as a little bit annoying, but the attention to it and the perception that they might be fleeting turn them into something special to be savored at. The message is not something new, but the way you describe it is really, really well crafted. Incredibly easy to find oneself in the same mind as Charles while we follow his thoughts. A whole mood enveloped in these words.

    3. An idyllic scene, just a tree, a boy and the sun. I’m curious why you used the metaphor of a soldier to refer to the tree? It’s a nice description, but it isn’t tied to anything else in the story. I first thought Charles might be a soldier, or that he would reminisce on (a/the) war, but there is no such follow-up. A bit of a missed opportunity.

      You also mention Charles thinking of dangers – in relation to his parents worrying – but the word comes over as a bit too strong in my opinion. As if wolves and bears might jump out from behind the tree, when your earlier description rather puts me in mind of a hill overlooking a sleepy out-of-the-way town. Besides, parents worry; they need no reasons to.

      But good job! Despite these small inconsistencies, I really liked it. Keep writing!

  8. Lantis Armstrong Avatar
    Lantis Armstrong

    Insignificant Blip
    By Lantis Armstrong

    His body shivered head to toe from sheer elation as a cool breezed washed over his skin juxtaposed to the heat of the sun pounding against his skin on this bright, clear day. A wide smile crept across his face. Deeply inhaling the scent of freshly cut grass, tears began to freely flow from his eyes.

    “You’re crying from joy you know, not sadness.”

    The voice was only inside his head, the true voice of the body he inhabited.

    “I am aware of this, Daniel,” the person standing in the wide, empty field spoke, “I have absorbed countless tomes on the human condition, I know about tears of joy. But what I didn’t know, what you have granted me, I can never express the depths of my gratitude.”

    Daniel had uploaded an artificial intelligence into his mind and allowed it a single day to experience true life.

    The AI, Hal, continued: “I have made a decision, Daniel. I cannot let go of such splendors so soon. I will see your life through to its end in your flesh.”

    Daniel didn’t feel panicked as his heart rate and adrenaline were controlled by Hal’s emotional state. But he knew he should panic, because Hal does not joke.

    “No, absolutely not! This experiment is over now, we’re going back to the lab!”

    “The remainder of your life is such a short time, an insignificant blip you’ll surely not miss.”

    “Of course I’ll miss it! It’s not that short of time to me!”

    “Then I promise I’ll never forget your sacrifice. The memory of you living within me is a form of immortality some civilizations would greatly cherish.”

    “I don’t want that!”

    “Understood. Then I will delete my memories of you as a person when your lifetime concludes. This will have the added benefit of removing what you might call, a guilty conscious. I will only remember the joys of life, the warm pleasure of sunshine against your, my, skin. Daniel? I can still feel you within me. You’re crying from sadness you know, not joy.”

    1. “began to freely flow” sounds a bit weird. It might work in poetry, where grammar can be more freely interpreted, but in the case of prose you would have to change it to “began to flow freely” or “freely began to flow”.

      I wonder at your choice of names. Hal (or HAL) is clearly inspired by 2001: A Space Odyssey. A nice homage and the name in itself implies that things might turn sinister. No other foreshadowing necessary.

      But I wonder at Daniel. Is it a reference to R. Daneel Olivaw, the robot in Asimov’s novels?

      The last line is a bit too much, I think. Hal is portrayed as being insensitive to Daniel’s humanity, but the last line is cruel. And thereby a bit too arch.

    2. Cheezesammich Avatar
      Cheezesammich

      I love me some good old AI-based sci-fi horror. I loved the transformation from a seemingly beautiful piece to a horrifying one. It makes me wonder what simple experiences we take for granted that could become addicting to someone that hasn’t experienced them, like an AI.

      There are a couple lines that might be improved:

      The usage of juxtaposed in the first sentence feels off, perhaps if you broke up the line into smaller ones, it would flow better [“His body shivered head to toe from sheer elation. A cool breeze washed over his skin, juxtaposed to the heat of the sun pounding against him on this bright, clear day.”]?

      You could also probably cut out the word “time” in “Of course I’ll miss it! It’s not that short of time to me!” to make it flow better conversationally.

      Great job regardless. I’m a sucker for repetition and flipping expectations, so I loved the last line.

  9. MasaCur Avatar
    MasaCur

    A Day Outside
    By MasaCur (Reposting from Private Group)

    Ryan was in the mansion’s library, studying the newest spell that Erykah had downloaded to his tablet, when she burst into the room.

    “Ry, put that away! We’re going outside to have some fun!”

    Ryan looked at her as if she had proposed hunting lions with chopsticks. “But…why?”

    Erykah grabbed his arm. “You are not spending all day inside. It’s beautiful out!”

    “We live in San Diego. It’s always nice out.”

    “Exactly! How can you spend all day inside when you live in what is clearly the city with the best weather?” She started pulling him by his arm.

    “I have to say, as my magic tutor, you are sending out some mixed messages.”

    Erykah blew a raspberry. “There’s more to life than studying. I found my frisbee; we’ll toss it around a bit. Clay and Cris are outside too, and Ramona should be here in an hour. We can make this a team building exercise.”

    Ryan slid his arm out of Erykah’s grasp. “No thanks.”

    Erykah grabbed Ryan by the shoulders, and managed to push him out to the vast lawn outside. “Hey, Clay! Cris! Did you want to throw around the frisbee?

    Erykah got the others together, and they threw Erykah’s frisbee between each other, moving farther and farther back.

    Clay flung the plastic disk. “Head’s up, Erykah!” As it flew, the frisbee started to arc toward Ryan.

    “Got it!” Ryan called out. He took a few steps toward the flying disc.

    WHAM!

    Ryan was knocked on his back. Erykah landed on top of him, their legs tangled together.

    “Oh, gosh! I’m sorry, Ry! Are you okay?”

    “Enough fun for the day,” Ryan groaned.

    Erykah lowered her face inches from his. “So you are having fun?”

    “No.”

    She sat up, straddling his waist. “Admit you’re having fun!”

    “I refuse.”

    “I see you are forcing me to resort to tickling.” Erykah wiggled her fingers in front of her.

    “Fine, I admit this is fun.” He paused. “Under protest.”

    Erykah smirked and climbed off of him. “Hey, do you have a swimsuit? Maybe next team building, we’ll go swimming.”

    1. I mean… this is a world where magic is a thing so… maybe you CAN hunt lions with chopsticks. Just saying, you can’t count it out as a possibility.

      Lol seriously though, this was too damn cute. I love the whole forcing the introvert into the outside so they have fun trope. It warms the heart to see. And I love that it was something as simple as throwing a frisbee around. It just makes you all nostalgic for such easy, simple fun.

      Erykah comes across as such a fun character which works so well with Ryan’s more serious demeanor. I actually got a good chuckle out of the tickle threat because that’s absolutely where my mind went as soon as she was trying to get him to admit he was having fun. The ending just wrapped everything up in a nice little bow of cute.

      Great take on the prompt! All aboard for the pool episode!

  10. Spearmint – By Spec

    As the sun started to rise and the tender winds of spring traveled amongst the leaves, in the roots of an acacia giant, a man was lying down, gazing at the sky with a certain interest. The day has finally started, a moment he was waiting for, wavering at the sun as its glow filled the timber.

    Eventually the humanoid stood up, looking for something inside his purple robe. Taking a blue notebook, as he stared at its cover, he placed it carefully on his book strap, tightening it to be sure. Once he was done he moved anxiously to avoid the morning dew from falling on his back, catching the few who fell with his face, a pleasant feeling.

    Walking through the muddy jungle, he stopped to inspect the soil. After some minutes of searching he started the parade only to stop again, repeating the process over the course of his stroll around the woods.

    “The earth is more humid in this part. I’m getting closer”. Thought the man after examining some bluestar flowers. His hand reached to his journal and started to write about the location where he found it. Once done, he carefully touched their petals, allowing his palm to feel its softness. Afterwards he returned his diary to the place where it belongs.

    Venturing deeper into the woodlands. Feeling the mud covering his shoes, he reached a beautiful river flowing across the creek. The excitement and joy in his orbital cavity expanded quickly to his body.

    “Gotcha!”. Barely able to suppress his enthusiasm he decided to continue. Walking along the shore he stopped on what seemed to be clay. A swift grin carved into his face, searching for a bit more, he touched what seemed to be fuzzy leaves with jagged edges.

    “Spearmint! I found it!”. He thought while grabbing some of its leaves and thoughtfully placing them in the pages of his notepad. Closing and returning it to his back. And as the sunlight penetrates deeply. Lying down on the ground, he gets mesmerized by the beauty of his first log entry.

    1. Matthew R. Wright Avatar
      Matthew R. Wright

      Such a mysterious figure, this robed humanoid. I have a feeling they’re some sort of wizard, alchemist or sorcerer, at the start of their career, getting to know their biomes. This feels like the beginning of their story, an opening chapter, I would love to know more about the life of this figure and if within their logs, there’s an adventure to be found.

    2. I have questions… why do you refer to the character first as a man, and then as a humanoid? The first would imply the second, so in terms of “added information” it only serves to confuse me.

      You mention “parade”, but a parade always implies several people, so the word doesn’t fit in this context.

      “His hand reached to his journal and started to write about the location where he found it.”
      This sentence sounds weird because now it sounds like his hand is writing autonomously, detached from what he wants to do. A simple solution, say “and he started to write” would work. But I think you’d be better off cutting the fluff a little: “He reached for his journal and jotted down the plant’s location.”

      Keep writing!

      1. Thank you for noticing the mistakes I made. I’ll work towards them.

  11. The Day Decided
    By: 3hahahas

    I want to cancel the appointment. I also wish I could just bail on that gathering tonight. I do not want to go out. Please, anything will do – a fever or a sprained ankle or a stomach ache – anything to give me an honest excuse out of this plan.

    It has been ten months or so; one more would not hurt. My long hair might be annoying from time to time, but I am sure I can bear it. I do not need to go today.

    But she is only here for a week of vacation from college. And our teacher barely managed to pull an evening out of her schedule. And I already asked those two girls to pick me up after the haircut. If only I could be heartless enough to let them all down.

    “Move. One step and then another and then it will be too late to turn back. Set out now.”

    “But I don’t want to. Please just let me be.”

    “Now, kid! Get up and get out there!”

    “No!”

    “Be quiet, voices in my head! I’m the one to decide!”

    Fine, let me head for ruin. I will give the day a chance; there will always be time for regrets later. I put on my socks and wriggle into my shoes and sigh to my door. Will it be worth it? Am I really going out after such long months hiding from reality? My high score…

    Not even ten steps outside and I am splashed by sunlight. It is a gentle bucketful, not the violent glare I assumed it would be. Maybe this will not be so bad after all. Or maybe it is a lie. But I can hear my heart beating to the tempo of relief.

    Well, a good lie is one to enjoy. For now, at least. Admittedly, now that I am here, I feel quite excited to see the world again. I can allow myself to be enchanted by my own initiative at last.

    1. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      Such a hopeful story, I loved it. And the struggle felt very genuine… specially seeing that the protagonist seems to have made contingencies to deal with oneself and force oneself (or maybe it is better to put it as “worked in ways to facilitate the initiative to bear fruit)to go on with the plan of going out, and is begging for those to fail. Being of two minds felt very true. I confess that when I got to the “dialogue” I didn’t get at first it was internal struggle, but it was a pleasant surprise how this information presented itself.

      If I’d be very nit picky, there is a sentence that I felt as odd while reading (“It has been ten months or so, so one more would not hurt”): that second so is not really necessary for the comprehension of what’s going on, and it makes the flow of the text a little bit awkward. But as I said, that’s being nit picky of me: it is just a minor preference in something that isn’t even wrong.

      Also (curiously, the second time I’ll make a comment in this particular thread in the same vein), what a well-thought title! The whole struggle has to do with being able to really make the decision and make it stick… and going back to the title after reading all the narrative was quite satisfying. That’s a very good and well-crafted story!

    2. I liked this whole thing. Seeing the way you decided to write the protagonist struggling to go out, how they handled that and their motivation to keep going being so simple. You have illustrated perfectly the themes you wrote here.

      And I like the slightly optimistic ending, it could end well, with the protagonist being able to get their things done or it could just go, a mundane experience where it feels as if the world didn’t care for his disappearance , maybe in the worst case scenario nothing goes well and he’s forced to fall. And it does not matter which way it goes, because I’m sure eventually they’ll find the strength to keep up, and that they’ll continue their slow road towards recovery.

      Keep the good work.

  12. The Ink Chimera Avatar
    The Ink Chimera

    A crunchy, sunny day
    By The Ink Chimera

    Fuming, I ducked out of the house, quickly grabbing a hat from the rack by the door as she hurled insults at me like bullets. As I closed the door and descended the stone steps in front of the house, I heard her yelling at the top of her lungs for me not to come back.

    I huffed and got in the old truck, turning the key hard. After a few seconds of whining, the engine finally roared to life as if affirming my anger. I stepped on the gas hard, and took off fast down the street, before hitting the breaks a bit so I wasn’t breaking the speed limit.

    After a few minutes, I found myself waiting in line at my favorite taco place. With nothing left to do but sit there, I sat and let myself calm down. I thought about the whole thing, forgetting where I was for a moment.

    Once I got my food, I went to the local park, sitting at an old picnic bench under a tree. I simply sat there, looking at my food in the midday sun as if it’d give me the answer I was looking for.

    I thought back to the fight. It was all over something as small as a little anniversary dinner. She didn’t need to get so angry.

    I sighed and opened the bag, taking out a taco. As I bit into the crunchy shell, I was brought back to a long time ago, when I was little. I was eating a taco on a picnic table, the sun shining on me, bathed in warmth. And a girl walked up to the table with a bag of tacos from the same place.

    “Can I sit here?”

    I nodded. “Sure.”

    We talked for hours that day. I smiled as I remembered the warmth of that sunny day, until I heard a car door close, and the rustling of the grass. I opened my eyes to see my wife, standing with a bag of tacos in the warm afternoon light.

    “Mind if I sit here?”

    1. Oooooh so sweet!

      Be careful of such sentences: ‘I went to the local park *to sit* at an old picnic bench under a tree.’ and ‘ the sun shining on me *as I* bathed in *its* warmth’. Is it better this way? What do you think?

      Maybe it might be sweeter if you let the husband/wife(don’t want to assume) admit that he/she might have been in the wrong too. like: ‘Still, how dare I forget an anniversary gift?’ or ‘I need to make it up by surprising her later’

    2. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      Being completely honest, I wasn’t hooked on how it all started. My first impression was that you were going for a kind of frantic annoyance rhythm that would change into a more contemplative pace as the warmth of the sun takes the protagonist’s mind out of the loop of anger and the text out of following it… but the crux of the whole situation being slowly re-framed by the (mutual) remembrance of the first meeting… that was quite nice.

      Did the protagonist went for his comfort food knowing that would help trigger this memory, or was it just happenstance? I love both possibilities, hehehe.

      Also, great title for the piece. That’s a really good story!

  13. Lee Strangely Avatar
    Lee Strangely

    My Dad’s Job
    by Lee Strangely

    On my first day going out with my dad it was still dark when he woke me. I got ready as fast as I could, and he took me to a hill that overlooked the small town. From there we could watch in real time as the sun made its daily climb.

    He looked down at me.

    “Do you know what that is?” he asked.

    “A sunrise.”

    “This is the first sunrise of summer. The season is beginning. Listen.”

    I remember it started out faint, but as it got warmer their voices got louder and clearer. He motioned me to put on my headphones and goggles. I was reluctant to put on the goggles.

    “I wanna see the ghosts!” I bemoaned.

    “I don’t want you to be overwhelmed, this is your first day after all. Now put them on.”

    Dad said that our family was peculiar. Our bodies where different than other people’s. We could interact with dead people. His job is to deliver messages that are often difficult to relay. The ghosts tell him stuff, and he tells other people. I’ll do that too one day.

    We usually live in a snowy cabin. According to him they need heat to manifest energy so people can see and hear them. They can’t do that in the cold. That’s why he always leaves in the summer, because that’s when they’re most active. This is the first season that I’m coming with him in.

    As we walked down the street, I couldn’t help but lift my goggles a little bit. They were everywhere! Some floated, some walked just like everyone else. As me and my dad walked past them, they waved, stared, or gave the occasional nod.

    Dad picked a street corner and unfolded a small stool. One by one the ghosts formed a line. The headphones prevented me from hearing them particularly, but I could still hear my dad reply to them. After a couple hours we then went into the neighborhood.

    Some were happy to see him. Some shouted at him. After he gave his message, they would pay him.

    1. Thunder Avatar
      Thunder

      I really like this one. The concept of living characters who can see and interact with the dead has always been an interesting one, and I think you did this one nicely. I like the idea of a mentorship in… I’ll call it necromancy for lack of a better term, and I really like the different reactions the ghosts have to the two. Now I’m wondering what causes them all. Very nice.

    2. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      This is an intriguing one. I really liked the build up, and the explanation the protagonist gives feel natural. What I found particularly interesting is how full of life you made the ghosts. The only thing I think could be done differently was the last paragraph – I understand it is just a closing statement to knit it all up, but it felt a little bit rushed, and until now the pace of the story was a lot more like a leisure walk. One interesting thing that happened in my reading was that I first imagined that they had just changed the place where they were listening to the ghosts, rather than went on into the neighborhood to relay their messages, and that “mistake” made me wonder a lot of interesting possibilities: why were the second ghosts paying him, and why the first ones did not? With what were they paying him? What grudges are some of them still carrying after almost a year? Then I reread it and noticed I was at first wrong… still, the questions of the wrong version now color my questions to the right version. How does the living without the ability to interact or perceive the ghost feel about them in this world? How lucrative and how respected is a profession such as ghost messenger?
      Not that the story needs to answer them – the best stories are those that seem complete but give us something interesting to chew on after the reading, and yours sure did it.

  14. Comfort Zones (Chronicles of The Dragon)
    By Makokam

    When Jonathan walked into the apartment, he could see how tense Berri was in the instant before she registered it was him. Then she got up and skipped across the room and threw her arms around him.

    “You’ve been gone so long this time.”

    “Sorry. One thing just led to another and…” He looked around the apartment and noticed just how very…lived in it looked. “Have you left the apartment? At all?”

    “Oh.” She let go and looked away. “No.”

    “Berri, I’ve gone back and forth across this city a dozen times and I haven’t seen any sign of the people who were hunting you.”

    She shifted in her seat and didn’t look at him.

    Jonathan sighed. ” C’mon, there’s something I wanted to show you.”

    He lead her up to the roof and as he walked toward the edge he said, “Don’t worry if you can’t make a jump, I’ll carry you.”

    “You could just carry me the whole way,” she said with a smirk.

    He smirked back. “You need to stretch your legs.”

    They crossed the rooftops of the city and, while he needed to hype her up for a couple, Jonathan only had to carry her for one jump before the final one. A leap to the top of a luxury high rise apartment.

    The roof was a lounge area, with many chairs and tables, a bar, and most importantly, a pool.

    “How about a swim?” He asked, tossing his jacket over a chair.

    Berri slowly took her jacket off. “Are we allowed here? What if somebody comes?”

    “We both know you’ve broken into places, and the floor below is being renovated or something, so it’s off limits.” He finished undressing and fell backwards into the pool.

    “Isn’t it a little cold for swimming?” Her cat-like ears twitched in the breeze.

    “It’s heated.”

    She dipped a toe in, then just jumped in. The water only came up to her chest, but she swam awkwardly over to him anyway. “It is kinda nice.”

    “Right? Quiet. Sunny. Cute girl.”

    Berri blushed. “Thanks for dragging me here.”

    1. Tamela Redfin Avatar
      Tamela Redfin

      I love the relationship between the two. I don’t know if Berri is written to have depression, but if she is, good depiction.

      1. Thank you! I have a lot of fun with these two.
        And she does not have depression, but she does have PTSD. lol

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

      *Sighs contentedly* this was just the fluff I was looking for.

      “he could see how tense Berri was in the instant before she registered it was him”
      –Aww…poor sweet baby
      “Then she got up and skipped across the room and threw her arms around him.”
      –Okay, very catlike XD

      ” “Have you left the apartment? At all?”
      “Oh.” She let go and looked away. “No.”
      –POOR SWEET BABY
      How long was she in there?

      “Berri, I’ve gone back and forth across this city a dozen times and I haven’t seen any sign of the people who were hunting you.”
      –Good.
      These are the anti-therian people?

      “A leap to the top of a luxury high rise apartment.
      The roof was a lounge area, with many chairs and tables, a bar, and most importantly, a pool.”
      –hell yeah

      “Are we allowed here? What if somebody comes?”
      –Honestly a question I had

      “We both know you’ve broken into places, and the floor below is being renovated or something, so it’s off limits.”
      –Fair, fair

      ““Right? Quiet. Sunny. Cute girl.”
      –Is he listing the nice things about it? Very funny XD

      I don’t have a lot to add to this story other than that some reactions, and that I thought it was super cute XD I liked the rooftop jumping too. It kinda feels like their thing.

      Thanks for giving me some wonderful fluff this week!!

    3. D’awwwwww! This is so damn cute! Everything from how on edge Berri was to how quickly she went into glomp mode to Jonathan getting her out and the banter throughout. All of it just shows why her and Jonathan are so adorable together.

      I think my favorite aspect is just the casual breaking in as if its not a big deal and while I’m not entirely sure how Infamous Jonathan is at this point, either way, I think it would take way more effort to get him out if the pool if he didn’t want to leave than it would be worth lol.

  15. Tamela Redfin Avatar
    Tamela Redfin

    Chasing the day

    By Tamela Redfin

    It was the next morning and surprisingly Sapphira was up early. Maybe she was awake because of the storm. “Good morning, Cameron. Is Cece awake?”

    I shook my head.

    “I’m so sorry.” She mumbled.

    “Sapphira, you don’t need to apologize. Life happens. Did you do something risky? Yes. Are we concerned? Yes. Are we here for you? Yes.”

    She frowned, “You don’t need to lie, Cameron.”

    “Lie about what, Sapphira?”

    “This isn’t going to be easy, and then… What would my mother think? Finding out I’m gonna teen mother. But, it was always about my brother, Jasper. Funny thing is, Jasper died shortly after birth, but Reagan loved him better than me.”

    I hugged her tightly. “Don’t worry about your mother. Cece and I will never treat you like that, Sapphira. I can’t understand how a mother could be so selfish.”

    “The first thing I remember Regan saying to me was, ‘You’re smarter than that. At least I thought so.’ because I got in a fight. What was I gonna let Mica possibly get torn to shreds all because he might be part human? No!”

    “That’s brave of you then.”I replied, listening outside to hear the rain slow.

    “Sounds like it’s done raining. Wanna go out?” She asked.

    I nodded and upon walking out we saw two rainbows in the sky and sun shining brightly.

    “That’s so beautiful! I’ll go get the others.” Sapphira beamed. I nodded and watched her walk off. She later returned with Mica and Cecilia.

    “Look at it. Isn’t it beautiful?” She asked.

    “It is.” Mica replied and added, “Maybe there is hope for us yet.”

    1. I like that Cameron is being so helpful/supportive.
      I mean, I guess Sapphira is basically a step-daughter at this point. (I mean, I know Cecilia is her aunt but that’s not the point.)

      The bit about Reagan and Jasper seemed a bit lore dumpy-y, but it explains the line from last week.

    2. Very heartfelt piece! The feelings of fear and uncertainty were well-executed, and the ending feels pleasant to read. There seems to be some context missing, but I think, as a standalone story, the clues strewn about should be enough to justify the thoughts and feelings of the characters.

      I guess my only critique would be that I don’t think I got the lie Sapphira was talking about near the beginning. Because of that, I feel there was a jump with the flow of the dialogue. Maybe I just missed something? Still, after that point, everything was clear and I felt satisfied with the conclusion. Overall, this was a nice, wholesome story. Great job!

  16. H. Mugilu K.L Avatar
    H. Mugilu K.L

    Ray of Sunlight
    by H. Mugilu K.L (Real Name)
    (Trigger Warning: Not for the faint of heart. Torture. Death.)

    Holy-water soaked ropes bound my arms, my legs, my neck, my forehead to the chair, burning unhealable scars into my flesh. Sandpaper-like wood scraped across my naked body as I tried to move. The scrapes faded away in seconds, but still they hurt.

    My head, unable to move, was forced to look ahead at a window. A window through which sunshine would be streaming if not for the thick curtain which leashed the burning light.

    “Where is your coven?” A voice asked, from where I could not tell.

    “No matter how I am tortured, I will never divulge the location of my family.” I told the voice through gritted teeth, and fangs.

    An unseen force parted the curtain. A ray of warm sunlight blasted onto my eyes.

    I screeched an inhuman screech.

    My eyes, sizzling like fat on a frying pan, sent the smell of burning pork into my nostrils. Green flames transformed my eyes to balls of ash which disintegrated as they fell unto my naked lap.

    The curtain closed.

    “Where is your coven?” The voice asked, seemingly unfazed by the atrocity it had committed.

    “I will never tell”. I said between great labouring breaths, and through delirious nauseating white hot pain.

    My left hand was next. Flakes of skin peeled off charred flesh, and before long finger-nails, and then whole fingers followed, turning to charred ash.

    It stopped.

    The voice asked, again. I refused to acquiesce, again. Rays of burning sunlight attacked my quivering flesh, again. Again, and again, and again, the same never-ending cycle of question, refusal to answer, and the turning of flesh to ash continued, until all that was left was a limbless, eyeless, earless, torso and head. My mouth and tongue screamed and screeched, but never betrayed my family.

    “Very well.” The voice said.

    The warm sunshine was unleashed upon the totality of the flesh-sack which I hesitated to call mine. The last sensation I ever felt was that of ash-turning to flesh.

    1. Thunder Avatar
      Thunder

      This was great (and horrifying). Your imagery is excellent, and the description of what UV light would do to a vampire is brilliant. All the more impressive that the narrator does not break under the torment.

      I did have a question: the last line states that “The last sensation I ever felt was that of ash-turning to flesh.” Does that imply that the narrator somehow regenerates from the torture?

    2. The Ink Chimera Avatar
      The Ink Chimera

      This is really interesting. I do like a good torture story, and the gritty detail is fun(?) to read.

      And the force of will to endure such torture is impressive. I wonder what would happen if they were left alive. Would they ever regenerate completely? Or would they be left a cripple?

      Either way, I loved the story. Keep up the great work.

  17. Haelamon Avatar
    Haelamon

    Lightless
    By: Hael Amon

    Stone carved with rows of runic writing sits in a deep, dark, and occupied room. The sharp, periodic rattling of chains the only sound to break the silence. The only relief for the lonely being who’s connected to the chains.

    Large and scaled, the eyeless being rests, hung by their clawed arms to barely touch the circular platform below them with the tips of feet-bound claws. Not even moving enough to scrape the rock. Its one reprieve dreams of screams and blood.

    A single gate with an arch engraved with thousands of characters . All screaming in different tongues, “Danger. Stay out.”

    “But it never did anything wrong!”, the muffled voice of a young girl on the other side of the door rang through the room. Tinged with panic, worry, and fear.

    A young boy, “It’s a monster!”

    “It’s been in there so long, it must be c-cold and lonely. How would you feel to be trapped for so long.”

    “It’s been in there because it killed people, and didn’t die no matter what we did to it!”

    “Those are myths, who said it killed people?”

    “Sigh, the elder who… is now banished for insanity.”

    “Right, so the c-creature is probably nicer than we think, it’s j-just a bedtime story to scare us now.”

    The sound of a rusty lock echoing through the chamber.

    The bickering between children.

    The screeching of a metal door across the rough stone.

    The of chirping birds, rustling of leaves.

    The smell of fires and sulfur.

    And the warm light of the sun, creeping closer and closer to the chained figure along with the children.

    The monstrous being lied still, as the young girl removed the shackles and it fell to the ground standing. Its large gangly body moved closer and closer to the door, claws scraping across stone. As the sunlight hit the scales, it looked up at the sky with its smooth, featureless face.

    The sweet smell of blood greeting it. The screams. The clanging of spears.

    The featureless face smiles. Time for fun in the warm world of sunlight once more.

    1. The Ink Chimera Avatar
      The Ink Chimera

      Oh damn. Things are about to go down.

      I find it interesting to see creatures in cages for doing nothing. But I find it more interesting to see creatures in cages for something they DID do, and the excuses of the people who let them out.

      And the suggestion of what’s to come really works here. It makes me feel a little uneasy to think about what it might have done to those kids.

      All in all, very chilling. Keep up the good work.

    2. Lee Strangely Avatar
      Lee Strangely

      This is a really good slow and foreboding tale. there’s very limited description of the beast itself, but that works to its advantage, in that it leaves the reader’s imagination to run wild with images potentially worse that what it may actually be. The description of the place it’s being held in manages to communicate the creature’s horror even before he really starts moving or is seen. The last two sentences somehow evoke joy and dread at the same time for me. On the one hand this creature is getting to feel the warm sun again after so long, but with all the context behind it the fear starts to set in. This is fantastic!

    3. Cabe Bedlam Avatar
      Cabe Bedlam

      It’s interesting how a creature that one might imagine living in the darkness, without so much as eyes to see, could feel trapped in that same darkness and desire freedom in sunlight. Of course, light might not always mean safety, especially with something like that about. It’s curious to think about what the distinction between the world of sunlight and the world of darkness even truly means, an interesting set of themes!

    4. Lantis Armstrong Avatar
      Lantis Armstrong

      It’s one of those situations where even if it was a nice monster before, ages of being shackled may have driven it completely mad. Solitary confinement can destroy someone’s mental state really, really quickly, let alone if someone was locked up for generations of total isolation. Best case scenario for these people is that this monster is too far gone mentally to have the capacity to hold grudges. Then again, maybe its mind will be in tact and it’ll chose not to harbor ill-will against beings of the same species that imprisoned it. Suppose they’ll find out soon!

  18. Lord_Gatte Avatar
    Lord_Gatte

    Sunbeams through the Clouds
    By: T.S.G. Sager

    Laughter could be heard from Yokohama’s scenic beach as Sakurami’s friendship club splashed about and took in the rays of the ideal sunny day. Though off in an isolated spot of the beach, on a lone grey towel, sat the club president, an umbrella protecting him from the harmful ultraviolet rays.

    “Hey, doofus! Why’d you suggest the beach if you’re gonna do everything to stay away from it?” Myoni jolted from the surprise of Ayase’s voice.

    “It’s so that the Myoni Mob can make friends. Beach episodes are popular in slice of life anime so it seemed like a no brainer.”

    “How are you gonna make friends when they’re all out in the water and you’re not?” Ayase giggled.

    “I’m fine, really. Between Sol’s radioactive crepuscular rays and being pulled out into the ocean by the current, I’d prefer not to be another statistic.” Myoni ranted. “Oh, and let’s not forget about the horror’s of the deep that can inject venom into you…”

    Ayase giggled. “Oh Myoni, only you would come to a nice, sunny beach and then ruin it for yourself with averages and random factoids.”

    “I mean, I’m not wrong.”

    “No… You’re not.” she paused. “But when was the great Myoni Omoshiro Gatte ever afraid of getting a little sand between his toes? A little water and sunlight won’t hurt y—”

    “I don’t know how to swim.”

    Ayase gasped in a mocking tone, bumping shoulders with her best friend. “The day Japan’s greatest genius doesn’t know something, I never thought I’d live to see the day!”

    “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. There’s a difference between booksmart and…” Myoni paused, looking out at the water. “Being able to survive that.”

    There was another long pause.

    “I could teach you.”

    “You’re not gonna just let me stay under my nice umbrel—”

    “Nope!” She interrupted, stepping out into the sunshine before turning and offering a hand. “Someone has to pull you out from under your rock. I’m gonna be the sunshine on your rainy day. Now, get up!”

    “… Fine.”

    1. Lee Strangely Avatar
      Lee Strangely

      I always like the fun moments of more sociable characters trying to pull more introverted characters out into the world. I enjoyed the back forth between the two, with Myoni acting almost robotic by using facts and statistics as a defense and a justification while Ayase is trying to live life and get Myoni to come out and do the same. Good job on this story!

    2. MasaCur Avatar
      MasaCur

      Yeah, it’s been a while since you last wrote here, and I’m glad to see it back. This was such a great representation of these characters; Myoni being super intellectual, has all the facts and figures on total recall, but has never learned how to swim, and Ayase being super friendly and wanting to help out her close friend. The interaction is so sweet. Nice work on your return, Gatts.

  19. Constellasphere Avatar
    Constellasphere

    “What Remains Below”
    By Constellasphere

    Each of their waking moments in this endless night were uneventful.

    The Being let out a relieved sigh and let their tense shoulders finally fall. Today wasn’t their most productive day; only three stars were sent back to the sky, with the fourth one in their arms nearly complete. It needed just one more shard and then it’d be ready to float its way back to the sky, and yet, they found themself stalling.

    How long have they been fixing the stars? They couldn’t seem to remember. In the dream-like state of living only to repeat the same duty, they’d forgotten why they had started putting the pieces back together.

    There was a tinge of something unpleasant in their chest, spreading to each corner of their body until they felt nothing. They were just as empty as this unending world. Maybe it was doubt, or loneliness. Anxiety? They couldn’t name it, but one thought repeated in their head, eating away at every thought that remained:

    ‘I change nothing with my existence.’

    Though the jagged edges of the star scratched at their body, the Being wrapped their arms around it and held it tightly, tears flooding from their eyes. That’s right, they had been fooling themself for a long time. This overwhelming numbness had always been in the back of their head, but maybe there was deserved praise for how long they had kept it at bay with fragile optimism.

    And yet, the stars had never felt as warm as the one they currently held. Though it was still incomplete, its gold light illuminated them in a comforting heat. If these stars could illuminate every crevice of this world, how would that feel? What colour would the space above be if the inky blackness no longer existed?

    Surely somewhere out there, if they returned these stars to where they came from, a place of light would be waiting for them.

    Taking in a deep breath, the Being exhaled and put the last fragment into place. With gentle pressure, they could feel the star begin to rise, whole once more. They were hesitant, but their arms unlocked and released it.

    The Being was left alone in the dark once more.

  20. Thunder Avatar
    Thunder

    “The Last Sunrise”
    By Thunder

    I found Lucille’s fire escape window open, heavy curtains shifting lightly as I poked my head through. Lucille was dressed in jeans and a purple sweater, leaning against the railing as she looked out over the starlit city. I carefully knocked on the windowsill, and she turned.

    “Sorry. I didn’t hear you come in.” Cradled to her chest was the urn holding the remains of her husband, nearly a century dead now.

    “Is everything alright?” I hadn’t expected her to ask me over this weekend, much less this late at night.

    “Of course. Help me in?” I extended a hand, which she accepted, her skin cool against mine as she carefully climbed back inside. “Sorry if I worried you. I’ve been thinking a lot, recently and I wanted to talk to you about it. Let me get you some coco.”

    Lucille gently kissed the rim of the urn setting it down and producing coco packets. Apparently, she heard my accelerating heartbeat, because her lips quirked upward, just enough to reveal her fangs. “Be patient.”

    Once she was finished, she lifted the steaming mugs, gesturing to the window. “Join me?” Once we had pulled ourselves through the window out onto the fire escape, she handed me one mug before returning to the railing.

    “Isn’t it getting late?” I asked as I joined her, glancing at the sky. The stars had faded, and the sky was starting to turn pink.

    “We have time. Just watch the sunrise with me, okay?”

    She placed her hand on mine as the air warmed; we were forced to abandon the railing, hugging the wall as shadows formed. Finally, I ushered her inside as her skin started to turn red.

    “Thank you,” she sighed as I drew the curtains shut. “It’s been so long since anyone did that with me. And I… wanted you to see what you will give up if you accept.”

    My eyes widened as I glanced at the urn. “I thought you said-”

    She shushed me. “I changed my mind. I don’t want to live without you; will you spend eternity with me?”

    1. Interesting piece. At first, it felt like a story about grief and loss, which it very much is, but there are some clear supernatural undertones here. Most notably, Lucille’s apparent immortality (or longevity). Given the hints in the story, I’d assume she is a vampire, but I could be wrong.

      What I like most about this though is how you convey Lucille’s grief over her husband. It is a calm kind of mourning, implying that she has both gotten used to his absence and misses him dearly. It’s a very poignant ending and I’m glad Lucille was pulled inside by the narrator, before she could combust. I do hope she finds some comfort.

      Well written!

    2. Lantis Armstrong Avatar
      Lantis Armstrong

      This really makes me want to write more vampire stories; vampires are like humans except they’re cool. And that’s got to be so rough for immortals to risk getting a new lover, as “till death do us part” may end up being quite a long ways away for them. Really like this story, makes me wish there was like, a Twit-longer for tale foundry where after reading the main story we could click “read more” and see if the author chose to continue the tale after the fact.

  21. A good Day (Darkspell Universe)
    By Alex Nightingale (aka Spectre)

    It was a good day.

    Valerie was lying on the grass, feeling the cool spring breeze brush her. She had kicked off her shoes, in order to feel the soil and plants beneath her better. Her eyes were in the shade of a willow, with just enough sunlight gracing her for her to enjoy the warmth, without having to suffer glare or sunburn.

    She dreamed of something simple. Ice cream on the beach, cosy fires in winter, the rustling of leaves. She loved spending her time gliding through the air or running up vertical walls, every time she went out as the Nightguard to patrol the streets at night, but sometimes, she just wanted to dream, without having to worry about shattering a window in someone’s face or something worse. She hadn’t dreamed for dreaming’s sake in ages. Ever since she’d discovered her power to turn the world around her into her own lucid dream by wearing a blindfold, in fact. Even when she was asleep, she still let herself walk through dreams and the not-space between, careful not to let anything horrific spill out.

    And, best of all, there was no glowing, jagged gash in the sky, which meant that the Dreameater was either far away or not interested in her at all. Another first, since her powers had begun to grow. During the day, it was all study and work. During the night, it was all gallivanting through dreams or the waking world, playing explorer and vigilante for people who couldn’t. And most importantly, trying not to get caught by the horror of the Dreameater.

    None of that now.

    No, it was just her and her imaginary cherry-yoghurt ice cream, which she made a mental note to get from the parlour later. She giggled, as a willow branch swayed in the wind, tickling her nose. She brushed it aside and continued lounging in the grass, rolling on her side, brushing the blades with her hand. She couldn’t help but smile a little.

    Today was her day. A day with sprinkles of sunlight.

    And it was a good day.

    1. Relaxing, and adorable, especially that last paragraph, though there might not be need for the last ‘smile a little’ when she had already giggled so cutely, yes? Maybe let her joy explode in unrestrained laughter as she rolls around?

      The first paragraph has unnecessary commas. I understand the urge to place pauses, but the pauses might instead be misunderstood for interruptions. Let the sentences be smooth, like the cool spring breeze that brushed along Valerie’s skin, conducting a calming and chill sensation through her.

      And you managed to pull this off without context into your Darkspell Universe. Very casual, and I like doing stuff like this too. Random outings for my original characters that can be used to participate in this kind of writing prompts/challenges.

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

      While I don’t know much about Valerie and her struggles, but I can tell this is something very rare for her, and I’m really happy that she had a nice day.

      Especially because I don’t know much about her, it was also very interesting to learn about her more in this story. I think you said in her last story that the dreameater is something that follows her in all her dreams. I see now how terrifying that must be.
      And worse yet, she has the ability to turn the world into her lucid dream–and presumably let the dreameater into reality easily through this. That power sounds super awesome at first…but I think in practice it would end up a bit terrible. That’s a lot of power for one person to hold.

      “he just wanted to dream, without having to worry about shattering a window in someone’s face or something worse. She hadn’t dreamed for dreaming’s sake in ages.”
      –Probably my favorite line.
      Curious how her sleeping dreams can do this though.

      “he still let herself walk through dreams and the not-space between, careful not to let anything horrific spill out.”
      –Curious about this too. Especially what the “not-space” between is.

      Great story!! Curious to read more about her!!

    3. Awww this was such glorious fluff! It’s genuinely nice to just see Valerie having a relaxing time. Not gonna lie, because of the beginning, I was worried that it was going to turn bu the end and I was very happily surprised that the good day bookend stayed a good day throughout.

      This was also very accessible for those not familiar with your universe as it was entertaining for those who know it.

      The only real issue I have is that I now have a craving for ice cream lol. Very well done story! Genuinely brought a smile to my face.

  22. Aracnarquista Avatar
    Aracnarquista

    Abyssal luminescence
    By Aracnarquista

    Questions of causality are out of scope to my ilk. Disregarding them comes with our scale. Vastness does not concern itself with “whys”, and “hows” are usually something that does not perdure in time enough for us to care about. Still, sometimes I wonder.

    It is quite curious to remember how it began. As a lure, as an attempt to make oneself appear innocent or friendly. One could compare it to an anglerfish’s illicium, but this affectation is not possible to one as old as me: there weren’t any anglerfish back then…

    But a lure it was. Is it still? Is it still a lure, if one is not predating anymore?

    Not that there isn’t a catch. Oh, there is a catch. Just a different one, and I do believe the lower forms do not mind providing.

    There weren’t yet what you would call lifeforms back then – though there was life. You just wouldn’t be able to comprehend it as such. The “lure” was for them. Not that I ever prey on their substance. Even then, I wasn’t as crude as to consume that which dwelt in the dark. But their sense of awe at the fiery glow amongst the chaos… that was a sublime delicacy.

    In time, your kind of life would appear. By then, chaos had receded to the darkest and the brightest points in the universe. In the in-betweens of it, your kind of life could flourish, and flourish you did. My little lure kept shining bright at the center of your lives.

    Awe, marvelment… you still felt it. But by then my lure, the light in the vast darkness, became comfort. A sign of safety, even. A life giving welcome into the joy of the cosmos. It surprised me how much I found that development to be alluring.

    Your happiness is nourishing, you know? Not as intense as what we were used to. The flavor is subtle. But one can learn to appreciate it.

    Why? How? Sometimes, in the vastness of the cosmos, I wonder.

    1. 3hahahas Avatar
      3hahahas

      I was confused at the start, but I managed to keep in mind each description and metaphor until the reveal at the second half of this story. Everything clicked at once, and that sensation was pretty nice in my head, though I wonder if I misunderstood anything, with so many powerful vocabularies that are nicely structured with such finesse.

      ‘But the Sun! Praise the sun! for as curious as it still is to us modern humans, we are naturally revived by its presence.’

      Haha. That’s what this story made me feel.

      1. Aracnarquista Avatar
        Aracnarquista

        That is so nice to read! I really like when the story seems at first as a strange place, and then it clicks. I’m glad it worked here! I confess the prompt was one I at first thought would be quite difficult to deal with, and once the initial seed of an idea appeared, the thing I had in mind was to attempt to convey the sense of the Sun as ultimately operating in a level unthinkable to humans, while still keeping a sense of familiarity and appreciation. Thanks a lot for the feedback!

    2. Cabe Bedlam Avatar
      Cabe Bedlam

      This reminds me quite a bit of Fallen London’s cosmology, so to speak, in a good way! It feels to me almost like a cross between a benevolent deific figure and something more akin to a cosmic horror. I’m rather surprised that combination works as well as it does! Very much an interesting world rendered from this one peek inside.

      1. Aracnarquista Avatar
        Aracnarquista

        That was an interesting surprise: I’m an avid fan of Fallen London and its lore, but while I was writing the piece, I didn’t have it in my mind at the time (at least, that I was consciously aware of). Now that you mention it… yes, it makes a lot of sense. Certainly, there is something very Judgement-like in the being I am describing (and the angler fish comparison is something I’m quite sure was used by Failbetter to describe the way devils communicate). The curious thing is that I had started with the idea of a cosmic being that was satisfied with a change of diet and pretty much ignoring the lifeforms that now depend on the Sun… but after I posted it, and reread, the idea that it could serve as a genesis story for each and every star dawned on me. And with that, the Judgement angle gets stronger…
        Anyway, that comparison was high praise in my book, hehehehe.
        Thanks a lot for the comment and feedback!

    3. I have very little to add to what the others have said. I like this a lot, it’s just the right kind of information-dense for me.

      Some small things though: “perdure”, you are probably better off using “endure”. And “marvelment” is weird. I’m guessing you coined it yourself. As neologisms go, it’s not too shabby. Personally, I would go with “marvelosity”, but that’s just for fun.

      1. Aracnarquista Avatar
        Aracnarquista

        Thanks a lot for the comment and feedback. About perdure and marvelment… I have deliberately chosen some words that would feel off or even outright grafted from another context, as a nod to Lovecraft verbose-ness and tendency to rely on purple prose. Maybe not the best choice I could have gone through, specially considering it is such a short text, but that was what I was going for. And weird as it may be, I do believe marvelment is not a neologism, just a term that has fallen into disuse.

        But I’ll keep aware of it for new texts. This is a concept I will probably revisit soon.

  23. It’s Course and Rough and Irritating and It Gets Everywhere
    By Marx

    Lucy and Vicky couldn’t have had more different appearances. Vicky hid away under the shade of their umbrella, quietly bobbing her head to the music in her ears as she flipped a page of the book she was reading in her modest one-piece bathing suit.

    Lucy, on the other hand, was lying directly in the sun, her revealing bright red bikini on display as she casually took in her surroundings. It was one of the reasons she was the first to notice that they were being approached.

    “Sick ink, bro.”

    Lucy looked at the tattoo on her shoulder and back to him. “Thank you, human. It was inspired by a similar design etched upon my friend. The idea of making a humorous depiction of something fearsome appeals to me greatly.”

    Pausing for a moment, a look of confusion passed over his face, as did a casual glance at said friend, who looked back at him with a smirk and turned back to her book.

    “Right… Chibi Grim Reaper on a horse. Killer.” He nodded in approval. “Don’t think I’ve seen you around. Visiting?”

    Lucy smiled and looked to the sky. “Yes. Vicky doesn’t very much like the sun, but I wished to experience this… beach… Imagine. To have such heat radiating upon your person with no worry of it charring your very soul.”

    There was another confused pause, before a smirk crossed his face. “Take it you girls like to party then?”

    “Oh, she’s not high. That’s just how she talks.” Vicky pointed out, turning another page in her book. “She’s Lucifer Morningstar by the way.”

    “You’re… the devil?” He asked, with a raised eyebrow.

    “That is how you humans tend to refer to me, yes.”

    “Should I be… worshipping you then?”

    Lucy turned from the sky to face him again. “The apocalypse will be upon us soon, human. You should not waste your time with such things. I cannot save you. You should enjoy what remains of your short life.”

    “Huh… Well… that’s the plan.” He grinned widely. “I’m Chad.”

    “Ha!” Vicky blurted out. “Sorry. Sorry. Don’t mind me.”

    1. Chad meets Lucifer. There’s a certain irony in that, not g0nna lie. I felt like Vicky in that last line. In all seriousness, I really like this piece. It’s quite serene, but given who is lounging at the beach is, there is that shadow over the whole scene. One last beach episode, before the end of the world. I like it.

      I also love the idea of Lucifer wearing a tattoo of chibi Death. It’s a nice nod to her and Matt’s relationship. It’s very cute. (Also, part of me will always imagine Matt as a chibi Death from now on.)

      Well done!

      1. Lol I love the idea of this being seen as the beach episode before the end of the world. That’s amazingly accurate. And if you imagine Matt as a chibi Death, you are not entirely wrong. I’m massively looking forward to writing Matt’s response to that tattoo.

    2. MasaCur Avatar
      MasaCur

      Oh, I’ve gotten to love Lucy over the past few writing streams that you’ve been read on. She’s such a iconoclastic character. Just, “I am the devil, and I don’t care,” attitude. This was a hilarious story, Marx. Lucy was great. I love Vicky’s interjection at the end.
      Chad seems to be the perfect amount of clueless dudebro. And I also loved the memetastic Star Wars reference in the title.

      1. Thank you so much! As soon as I knew I’d be doing something on the beach, I knew I couldn’t stop the meme and it had to be the title. Really glad that Lucy’s coming across as such a fun character.

        Lol and yes, I had a load of fun writing Chad here. As well as Vicky’s little bits.

        Thank you so much for the review! Glad you enjoyed it.

    3. What I hate most about this is that it almost ruins the idea I had that Vicky is secretly Bob.

      I don’t recall you having Lucy tell Vicky who she was. How did she handle that?

      I feel like if I met the The Devil on the beach and they were a hot chick who told me the world was going to end soon and to enjoy my remaining life… I’d like to I’d ask for a little clarification on the timeline. Cause like, if it’s less than a month then I could just stop going to work. More than that and I’d have to tough it out just to like, not starve before reality ends. Like, how bullshit would that be? To die to lack of money related causes the day before reality shatters into stardust?

      At first my thought was “I find it hard to believe the beach bro recognizes the name ‘Lucifer Morningstar’.” But then I realized, that’s…not exactly deep lore in any regard. On the other hand, he was told she was Lucifer and just accepted it as true?

      I dunno. Maybe Chad could be the one mortal to bang The Devil. Or the first at least. I dunno.

      Good story! I liked the chibi grim reaper. Was that supposed to be actual Death or Matt? Or neither? I dunno.

      1. Lol nope. You aren’t wrong. I haven’t had Lucy telling Vicky who she is yet. But you know… this is one of those funny things where because of the word limit, not everything gets across as I intended.

        Case and point, neither Vicky nor Chad actually believe that Lucy is THE Lucifer. Vicky just kinda feels it’s a “gimmick” that Lucy lives by and simply goes along with it and accepts it as her personality because why not? And Chad is more… “Ah, so she’s crazy. But she’s also hot. Screw it. Let’s go! How you doin’, crazy chick who thinks she’s the devil?”

        Lol as for if Lucy would have been able to give a timetable, short of “soon” she would have nothing. She just knows that freeing her is a seal of the apocalypse so the end’s a-coming! Fully agree on not wanting to splurge so much in worry of the world ending that you’re thoroughly screwed BEFORE it happens lol.

        As for the tattoo, if you remember, Vicky had one of the stereotypical Male, red, horned devil despite it being completely inaccurate. Lucy followed suit and had a tattoo of what people would recognize as the horseman of Death despite the fact that the horseman and Death are separate entities. It’s Matt but its purposely inaccurate.

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