Writing Group: Sins of the Father

Hello, Preachers and Padres!

Fathers always tend to be someone to look up to. Someone who can protect the family against harm and fault. The big, strong patriarch. But what if he’s the one that people need protection from? What if he’s wearing a mask? Perhaps it’s time to peek at his true nature, because…

This week’s Writing Group prompt is:

Sins of the Father

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We all want to feel safe. A sense of safety gives us peace of mind, and a place to relax. This can often be in the presence of family. Fathers, for the longest time, have been considered the “head” of the family. They were a symbol of bravery, strength, and discipline. Had they a son, they were expected to pass on the responsibility to him. Had they a daughter, they were expected to protect her from the world that wanted to do her harm. 

But what if the man they show everyone else isn’t the man they really are? So many look up to this upstanding person who seems so perfect, so ideal. Yet one little slip could reveal all the skeletons hiding in his closet. Perhaps he has a wandering eye, and has a hard time remaining faithful to his wife. Perhaps he has a habit of sneaking money from the register at work, or having a few sips of alcohol on the job. Maybe he puts his friends above his family, always coming home late and going straight to bed. Maybe he just keeps putting the family in debt and continuously fails to make things right.

As Launcelot quoted in The Merchant of Venice, “the sins of the father are to be laid upon the children.” This line, without scene context of course, can be taken many ways. Perhaps it is up to the children to settle their father’s debts, whether they be bills, rent, or paying back money he owes to people he’s borrowed from. Maybe he has stirred up all kinds of trouble in his life, and it is left to his children to right all his wrongs. Likewise, perhaps those who knew the man knew he was no good, and so they cast that image upon his children, who have to then work to break the mold they are forced into. 

Sins come in all shapes and sizes, from a touch of greed, to a drunken one night stand, to full blown murder. 

It is now that you must decide, do you punish him, let him handle it himself, or give him one more chance? 

Whether you wanted it or not, this mantle now falls to you.  

—Shawna

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188 responses to “Writing Group: Sins of the Father”

  1. MasaCur Avatar
    MasaCur

    Recruitment
    By MasaCur

    Andrew came to in darkness. His hands and feet were bound; he couldn’t see.

    He wracked his mind to remember how he got here.

    There were two men from the government. They asked him to perform an autopsy.

    The body was a fake. Details were wrong.

    Andrew panicked.

    The agent named Reid hit him, knocked him out cold.

    Andrew thought about his father and the insane story he kept telling. A riddle that turned the man from a respected police inspector to a drunken paranoid recluse. Two agents from the Bureau of Public Safety at his crime scene, showing him a color photograph, and disappearing into the night with the rest of the investigation.

    Andrew didn’t believe him until tonight.

    “Hello?” Andrew called out.

    “Good, you’re awake,” said a voice. It was Richard, the older agent.

    “What are you going to do to me?” Andrew asked, his voice cracking in fear.

    “Dr. Doyle, you need to stay calm.”

    “What are you going to do to me?” he repeated, screaming.

    “Doyle! Calm down. You’re in a government carriage, not far from your hospital. We needed to talk to you in private.”

    Andrew tried to calm down, but was hyperventilating.

    The sack covering his head was removed. He looked down to see the manacles on his wrists.

    “Feel better?” Richard asked. “I need you to remain calm.”

    Andrew took a few deep breaths, trying to keep his heart from beating out of his chest.

    “What–are you going to do to me?”

    Richard leaned back. “I can assure you that no harm will befall you tonight.”

    Andrew felt reassured, but still suspicious. “Twelve years ago, you, or someone from your bureau, came to visit my father.”

    “That was us. Reid and I. Yes.”

    “So, what happens now?” Andrew asked.

    “I’d like to offer you a position in the bureau. I dare say, if your father had shown the same healthy level of suspicion that you’ve shown back in your morgue, then he would have been offered the same.”

    “What?” Fear dissolved into incredulity.

    “I’m offering you a job.” Richard smiled an oily smirk.

    1. Lee Strangely Avatar
      Lee Strangely

      I’m not sure if there is a better way to describe it or not, But to me this story is very smooth and streamlined. It has a really good flow. Even though the beginning of the story is just a recap meant to catch everyone up to speed, it moves straight into the main story seamlessly. I honestly don’t have any critiques or even a nitpick for this one. This was fantastic.

    2. Cromillea Avatar
      Cromillea

      I like the flow to this story also. I’m not sure how you accomplished the pace, but I think it has something to do with the way you broke up you thoughts, line to line. It’s very focused on the conversation with not much description to slow it down, yet I can still see the scene perfectly in my mind. This piece got me to think of some compelling questions like: What kind of trouble did Andrew get himself into?, I wonder how Richard’s scheme will play out?

  2. Cheezesammich Avatar
    Cheezesammich

    A Heart of Regret
    By Cheezesammich

    ‘It’s not fair,’ Magilyn thought, silken blue robes crunched in her shaking white knuckles. The Magirium was making a mistake. Her father had given everything to this empire – didn’t that matter anymore?

    “Dantalus Glenda, you stand condemned by the high court of the Magirium for attempting to circumvent the natural order with necromancy.”

    The Archmage’s voice, booming, diffused throughout the Purgasolium, a massive colosseum of bone-white sand and brass. Magilyn watched, horrified, as her father was brought to his knees in its centre. This was a place for criminals, not her father. This was all wrong.

    Magilyn’s mind flashed back to a week ago. A fiery explosion. Blood-stained robes. A spell gone wrong. Blackness on the edges of her vision. Then, her father’s shaking hands swathed in crackling amber energy as he kneeled over her, tears welling in the corners of his eyes.

    The academy’s maleficarum detectors triggered that day because of Magilyn’s foolishness, when her father’s magic saved her life.

    “Your punishment will be severe, but not merciless. You have served the Magirium well, Dantalus. We will ensure a swift end.”

    Magilyn’s throat was a vice, her stomach, a pit of roiling magma. She watched her father’s hands sift through the sand below him – the hands of the man that taught her her first spell, the man that tucked her in every night as a child, whose bedtime stories sparked her dream of becoming a mage. Now that dream felt like bile in her throat.

    “I leave this world a happy man, for I know my heart lives on without me.”

    The voice was her father’s, cast into her mind by telepathy far more powerful than anything the Purgasolium’s magic blockers could stop. Through a curtain of tears, Magilyn met her father’s gaze, his eyes like two pearls in a wall of adamantine determination.

    “My choice was my own, and it was made joyously. I am so proud of you, sparrow. You will fly higher than I ever could, I just know it.”

    A column of searing light descended from the ceiling, enveloping Magilyn’s father.

    1. Sniperaxiom Avatar
      Sniperaxiom

      We have been seeing a lot of bad fathers in these stories, this is a welcome change of pace! His love for his daughter drove him to do something that was not allowed. His last words to her were that of conviction. He does not regret saving her, she should not blame herself for his decision.

      I think if you had more room things could have been better. My story suffered a bit from the length as well so this isn’t a criticism. You still did really well and told a good story!

    2. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      That was very well written, and it is a great story. Nice to see a scene where the “sin” of the father is a sin according to societal standards, but not something that came to bite the next generation back… in fact, a “sin” that saves her daughter. And the choice of following the story centered in the sentencing and through the eyes of said daughter worked really, really well.

      Also, I just love how the line about his heart living on can be read metaphorically, but also may be read literally.

      Great story!

  3. Rozen_Neverland Avatar
    Rozen_Neverland

    Idyllic Grasp (Blossoming into the Horizon)
    By Rozen_Neverland

    “What a wonderful, glimmering Sky,” Celeste thought.

    She had always known the Sky in its most vibrant of colors. Therefore, once it vanished from her world, coated by the most impassable clouds imaginable, she did not know what to do.

    Celeste desperately tried to grasp it, but it did not grasp her in return.

    After repeating the unending cycle of gaining and losing it, she stopped beholding the unstained firmament entirely. Regardless of whether she wished to or not, Celeste realized she had to learn how to survive without it, and avoiding the Sky altogether made it considerably easier.

    There is no problem if you act as though it does not exist.

    However, there were days when the Sky was so wide and embellished with a vivid blue hue, which made it impossible to overlook, demanding her utter attention, so much so that she could no longer avert her gaze. She felt constricted yet the Sky did not seem to mind if it could spread its enchanting beauty.

    As the clouds and wind passed by, Celeste began to blossom and with her fading youth, her heart became accustomed to pain rather than love.

    One day, she ceased to engage the outside. She wondered,” What could I do to convey that my love for the Sky has not faded, but rather taken another form?”

    The presence of the firmament she desperately yearned for as a girl was different now. Celeste sought its existence, although in such a manner that she could spread her petals and when needing melodies of reinforcement, knowing that she could simply glance at the vast bed of azure above her.

    For in the fullness of time, she would become the Ciel of someone else.

  4. Mountain by XubtheMad

    Our footsteps echoed under the sounds of crunching twigs. The trees were wilted, the leaves like ash suspended on withering branches. The sun was parallel to the horizon and shone through cops of ancient oaks slick with fresh sap that echoed the deep red of the horizon.

    “Why did we stop?”

    My father said nothing. The iron hand that clenched mine quaked. For a moment we stood, silent, and basked in the autumnal glow. Eight cycles had passed since I was born to the mountain, the only son of a seventh son pulled fresh from the pallid corpse of an unknown mother. My father never blamed me for the heavy price of my life. We all understood the unspoken rule of the mountain; whatever excess came from the land, in time, would have to be returned.

    “Stand here.”

    His arthritic hand trembled. The old .45 wobbled in his tired grip. I eyed it and sucked in the cool autumnal air. We both knew why we were here. The metal pressed against the side of my head. I waited for the cold click of oblivion. For a moment we stood there, the cold blood meridian dawn rising above the desolated trees. The cold wind sighed as the metal birds shuddered overhead. He trembled and lowered his gun.

    “Run.”

    There was one immutable law of the mountain; whatever was given in excess required a sacrifice in return. I didn’t watch as the acid steel plummeted from the heavens. I didn’t stop when I heard the screams. Instead, I covered my head and barreled down the worn dirt path. The fact remained that, unless the soil was fed, there would be no peace for any of us.

    Years passed. I stand here now, a child’s palm in one hand and a pistol in the other, the old axiom ringing as true as it had all those years ago. I crane my next to see the acolytes of the mountain circle overhead. I’d taken in excess. Whatever was taken in excess needed to be paid for in return.

    1. Cheezesammich Avatar
      Cheezesammich

      You’ve got a fantastic story here. The tension is palpable throughout, and there’s an incredibly interesting mystery built along the story’s length. You’ve also got some excellent word choice here (“pallid corpse of an unknown mother”); it strikes a great balance between succinctness and descriptiveness. I’m a big fan of the way you describe scenery in general. I also love the cyclical nature of the story, with the son becoming the father in the next cycle. It’s a unique take on a major aspect of fatherhood.

  5. Adrian Solorio Avatar
    Adrian Solorio

    When the Dead Come Home
    By Adrian Solorio

    “Shit!” Joseph glanced at the coffee-maker clock while he filled the thermos his mother had bought him when he started at the warehouse. He couldn’t be late. It was the best gig he’d landed since getting his GED, and it was the only one that helped his mom keep them afloat. Things were finally going smooth, and he couldn’t afford getting written-up. The last thing he needed now were complications.

    Coffee in hand, he walked out the front door, quietly, not wanting to wake his mother. The night before she had been arguing with someone over the phone. Probably her mom or sisters. They always held her past against her, and never let it die. He’d ask her about it later.

    Outside the neighborhood still slept. The sky was an ugly gray, and it smelled like rain. Morning birds chirped in the duplex courtyard, and sounded against the even drone of the freeway traffic a block away. Ahead of him a stranger stood blocking the walkway to the street.

    The man was in his mid-fifties, but looked lost in the nineties. A veterano. His head was shaved, and he held his shoulders high and back, chest out, as if in challenge. He was as tall as Joseph, and shared the same wiry frame. His shirt and levis were crisp with iron-starched lines. Tattoos coiled around his arms and neck.

    “Are you Rita’s son?” the man asked.

    “Who are you?”

    “You don’t remember me? I called last night and I tried to tell your mom–I just got released. Twenty-two years in, and she don’t want your old man back home.”

    “My dad’s dead,” Joseph said, but his words sounded hollow and unconvincing.

    “That’s a lie.”

    Joseph studied the man again. This time slower, fuller. And a dam of memories and unanswered questions that had always swirled in the back of his mind were unleashed, then settled, and a lifelong puzzle fell into place. It all made sense now–everything made sense. “I thought–”

    The man hugged him. And Joseph, even as he realized his life had just gotten more complicated, smiled.

    1. Lunabear Avatar
      Lunabear

      What an emotional piece, Adrian! The song, Joseph, having to pick up the slack and provide for his mother where his father could not because he was in prison. That just begs the question of what he did to end up in prison. Also, were Joe’s aunts and grandmother holding a grudge because of who his father was or because of the fact that he went to prison?

      It’s quite interesting to see Joe go from surprise to disbelief to realization to happiness at seeing his father whom he thought was dead, probably told that by his mother or another family member so that they could spare him the embarrassment and shame of knowing the truth. In other circumstances, people would show resentment or apathy. I think it’s very telling of Joe to show happiness at seeing his dad. I’m pretty sure he has a myriad of questions.

      I honestly would love to see more of what happens, especially because the mother seems unwilling to reconcile with the father. I would also like to see how Joe responds to the reason why he went to prison. Very good standalone piece, regardless. In a lot of cases, it falls to the child to take up the mantle of a parent, in this case a father figure, in order to provide for the rest of the family. Very good piece! I can’t wait to see what you post next time. Thank you for writing and sharing this one.

    2. Matthew R. Wright Avatar
      Matthew R. Wright

      This is quite an interesting piece, as it feels like a ‘Hint’ fiction piece, which I know are only 25 words long, but what you’ve done with this story matches the purpose of those pieces. There’s the impression of more-story here, like this would be the opening scene to a feature film or something, that more is to come for these characters, this inciting, inviting incident that leads onto the rest of their story. It definitely makes me want to know more about what happens next. So great work, really enjoyed reading this one. 🙂

    3. I’d really like to call this a happy ending, but I’m concerned about why he was in jail and why she didn’t want to see him again. Hopefully it’s just something personal and the father and son can reconcile.

      That said, I have a nagging feeling this guy is the “mistakes in her past” that the grandma and aunt’s won’t let up about so… Who’s to say?

      Oh. And the story itself was exceptionally well written. Lots of little details that seem…unneeded, but they really paint the full situation out in subtle detail.

  6. Matthew R. Wright Avatar
    Matthew R. Wright

    A not-so-great eulogy for a not-so-great guy
    By Matthew R. Wright

    What can be said, Rick? Except that you’re dead, Rick. I know, that was a-bit-much. But facts are facts. Some guy once said something about how facts don’t care about feelings. Feels true, to this situation at least.

    Well I’m here now.

    Can we both admit that too much time’s passed between our last-talk and today? 11 years is too long of a time for anything. Yeah?

    You were always in my thoughts though, Rick. In every reflection, I’d see you there. The hairline, the eyes, the voice, the scar. All you. Part of me hates that.

    Like, shouldn’t this be all me? My everything? Why you? You’ve had no-input there, yet there you are. For most of my life you were just a name. I was fully prepared for it to stay that way. Felt fair. Square.

    Yet, even now, you’re there.

    It’s not hurt for a long time, by-the-way, the burn, that forever scar that lives rent-free on the flesh of my arm. Stopped hurting physically when I was around 2. That would have been about 14 months after the “accident”. The word you were looking for was ‘Neglect’. Emotionally, the burn rages on. I won’t forget. I hope you never did.

    You remember, or weren’t you there? Were you disengaged again? Caring more about the football than where your own child was? You had no idea that your own child would wander into the kitchen and pull a boiling kettle onto themselves. But! If you were any kind of decent, you would’ve paid attention to me, or would’ve stuck around after the hospital stay. You wouldn’t have abandoned your 10 month old son, who suffered because of and in your absence.

    I shouldn’t be here, should’ve left you alone. It’s what you deserve right? A little bit of karma, a taste of irony?

    You won’t ever leave my thoughts, which is a good as being remembered.

    JUST stay here, and think about everything you could’ve done differently. I’ll be living, over there, far away, from here, from you.

    MAYBE we’ll talk again in another 11 years.

    1. Well, this was bitter. Can’t blame the main character though. I would be crusty too if my Dad cared about drinking and watching a football game, and never knowing him on top of that. Him dying at an early age would affect me too, as the opportunity to fix himself and be a Dad would be missed.

      I’d hate to have only questions as to why he was the way he was when all I wanted was for him to be one.

      Side note. I like the slight irony of stating that facts don’t care about feelings, then saying that it FEELS true in this situation. True, facts don’t care about feelings, but facts are amoral, and are only facts because we FELT like proving it. So feelings really are the driving force, especially if we want to maintain the facts.

      Overall this was very personal and I’m all for it. I can feel the anger of this character and want to give him a hug and a drink.

    2. Adrian Solorio Avatar
      Adrian Solorio

      Yowzas! That was cold. I mean, Rick was a bastard, but damn! This was great. A eulogy–that’s kind a like a big ol’ F#%! you. I like how you have the physical scar as a constant reminder of the father he’d like to forget, but the inner scar, the one left from being abandoned is the one that still hurts. That’s the way it seems to go in these sorts of situations. It’s the unseen scars that never really heal. Well done, Matthew. I enjoyed reading this piece. Thanks for sharing!

  7. At Least Hell Is Fair (Chronicles of The Dragon)
    By Makokam

    Kat hit the wall back first, then head, then hips, then legs and feet. The bricks cracked and buckled, but the wall held and she bounced off. She landed on her feet, but stumbled and fell. She coughed, then wiped a trickle of blood from her mouth. She looked up, glaring at her father, only visible by his eyes, glowing like burning coals in the dark.

    “Will you stop this now?”

    She slowly picked herself up, getting her breath back. “I’m going to kill you.”

    A deep sigh came from the shadows. “There’s no need for us to fight.”

    “Fuck you!” she snarled, coming fully to her feet. “There’s every reason to fight you! You’re a monster! You’ve killed millions! And you kill more every day! You killed my mother!”

    Her claims were met only by a narrowing of his eyes.

    She tried to step forward but flinched in pain. “And you’ve spent your whole life free to walk the earth. While I lived in Hell for years. Where you left me!”

    “I didn-”

    “You saved Sera! You were there! You brought her back and left me!”

    “She’d been torn open! I thought you were dead!”

    “NOTHING DIES IN HELL!” She screamed, “ASK ME HOW I KNOW!”

    “I couldn’t have known you’d been stolen. That it was another person that had attacked her.”

    “It doesn’t matter anymore,” she growled. “I’m going to make you pay for everything you’ve done, and I’m going to make this world pay for letting you exist in it.” She took a shaky step forward. “I may be weaker now, but I WILL become stronger than you!” She took another step. “And then I’m going to beat you to the edge of death, and let you heal, then I’ll do it again, and again, for every life you’ve destroyed!”

    “Your anger is…understandable.” he grated out. “But even if you insist on blaming me, leave the rest of the world out of it.” He turned then, and left.

    “If you really wanted to stop me,” she said, staggering forward, “You’d kill me while you have the chance!”

    1. These crazy kids with their kooky rock music and murderous vendettas. In my day, kids respected their elders!

      Lol seriously though, that first paragraph especially was amazing. You gave a really good picture of what was happening and even for those who aren’t familiar with your world, I think that first paragraph would catch their attention which is very much the point.

      I also love Kat’s anger along with Jonathan’s exasperation. Especially the, “Your beef is with me. Fine. Not my fault, but whatever. Just take it up with me, alone.” nature of his argument. I don’t even think Kat cares about the other people he’s killed short of the unfairness that he’s allowed to do it and not live in Hell, whereas she was forced to. Which… I agree with Jonathan, is an understandable reason to be pissed.

      But I also like that he’s clearly not a heartless killer because he left her alive as a clear threat, knowing full well he could have taken her out if he wanted.

      Also that “Nothing dies in Hell! Ask me how I know?!” is just straight up chilling in its implications without giving the gruesome details.

      Very intense take on the prompt! Well done!

      1. Thank you!

        I liked writing that first paragraph, that first sentence specifically, because it made it felt very “bullet timey”. I’m glad you liked it so much.

        Their dynamic is a lot of fun, and I don’t know how many proper fights they’ll get in “canon”, but I figure at least two. So, who knows how it’ll actually go?

    2. Hyperion Avatar
      Hyperion

      Father of the year award goes to this dude, who let his daughter in hell and saved someone else. As well the fact that he killed millions, he is probably some demon lord character in world conquest or something.

      Great piece and you can really feel their long story and her rightful rage spilling into rage against everything.

      However with him not killing or chaining her in some cell while she is still weak and him saving this sera show that maybe he isnt just a force of nature, but either his amazing powers cant help fix his mistakes or that he can’t think a way to fix it.

      how knows if was a honest mistake and he shoed remorse and tried to do something to fix it, even if not being enough, it would make kat rage alot more problematic when the monsters that she created in her head didnt showed up.

      or maybe he cant stop because whatever reason he is in a killing spree cant be stoped, duty over atonement.

      overall amazing work.

      1. Thank you!

        What happened with Kat and her childhood is pretty fucked, but it makes for great drama. Feel free to check out my submissions for “What Dreams Below” and “Your Heart In My Hand” if you’d like more info.

        Her father is also a very complicated person. Your guesses about him aren’t that far off though.

    3. Lunabear Avatar
      Lunabear

      “Now sweetie, there’s no need to be a bloodthirsty, vengeance seeker. We can talk this out like ADULTS.”

      Great story, Mako. The action balances the dialogue, in impact and severity. I really love the imagery of only Jon ‘s eyes being visible through the smoke and debris. Quite ominous. The fact that he speaks from the shadows also gives the scene and air of mystique.

      I see both sides of the argument. Jon is very rational and levelheaded, while Kat is more emotional and inconsolable.

      Jon did what he thought was best at the time. Yes, it was cruel to leave her in hell, but Sera needed him, too. It was a no win situation either way. It’s good, though, that he’s willing to take her on without involving other people.

      She is acting more out of spite towards her father rather than justice for the people he’s killed. It may also be a bit of jealousy because Jon can leave and kill as he pleases (as far as she sees it) while she’s stuck unable to be free. I COULD be reading too much into that last part, though. Not to mention being highly upset about him saving Sera over her. It definitely has “A father is supposed to protect his daughter” vibes to me. She’s justified, but she’s going about it all wrong.

      Also, it’s good to finally see these two go at it, in fighting and in verbage. Very fun.

      Critiques:

      I’m going to make this world pay for letting you exist in it.” She took (a) shaky step forward.

      “You’re (Your) anger is…understandable.”

      Overall, quite the dark, intense piece. Very well written and immersive. I can’t wait to see what you post next week. Thank you for writing and sharing this one.

      1. Thank you!

        Kat is a very angry girl. And Jonathan…has had to develop a great deal of self control.

        Why am I suddenly so spoiler avoidant today?

        Jonathan found a bad situation when he went into Hell, and he saw a mutilated Sera screaming that her baby was gone… so he grabbed her and got out before he was stuck there.

        He also really does want to…help her. Be a father, if she’d let him. But it’s never that easy.

    4. Tamela Redfin Avatar
      Tamela Redfin

      Loved it the whole ways through. The dialogue felt sharp and absolutely had a bite. The ending line especially got me. Although, her revenge plot makes her the villains. Will there be a part two to this? I should refill my popcorn.

      1. Thank you! I’m glad you liked it!

        I don’t know if there will be direct continuation, but if you want more info, you can look up my story (or just ask me for the links) for “Your Heart In My Hand” and “What Dreams Beneath”

    5. Adrian Solorio Avatar
      Adrian Solorio

      Hi Mako,

      Well, this is a family in serious need of some therapy. We have a daughter, Kat, seeking revenge against her father. They both seem like Gods, or demi-gods of some sort. For a moment the story actually reminded me of that old Greek myth about the girl trapped in Hades with the pomegranate. I forget the exact details, but you seemed to touch on something a little similar…, maybe.

      Kat is angry. Her father, who seems like some powerful God, abandoned her in hell. Now she’s out and wants her revenge, but he’s still way more powerful than she is. She makes a vow though, and I’d imagine she’s going to see it through at some point in the future.

      This definitely felt like something mythical. Like maybe it was inspired by the old mythologies. Is that right?

      Anyhow, good stuff. I enjoyed reading about Kat. Hopefully, she gets her revenge in the future. Thanks for sharing!

      1. Thank you! I’m glad you liked it!

        You’re thinking of Hades and Persephone.
        Overly Sarcastic Productions did a great video on that myth.

        They could definitely use therapy. I don’t know if it would help though. lol

        I will let you know that Kat was “born” in Hell. Stolen and raised by another.

        I’m really happy you got a “mythological” feel from this. I take that as a HUGE compliment, and I hope I can build on that feeling.

    6. Now THIS is some quality family conflict. Speaking as a writer who has had son try father for actual TREASON, I should think I’m a bit of a connoisseur. Dad definitely should have gone looking for the child. For reals. Who just gives up on looking for a bub when the mother [Sera?] is torn open for unknown purposes.

      At least follow the blood spatter, my dude.

      I would like to know more about the millions this particular Dad Of The Year has slaughtered. If it wasn’t to get the kid back, then why?

      You have me curious. Well done.

      1. Thank you! I’m so glad you liked it! ^_^

        There’s some context missing, since Kat wasn’t able to know anything when this happened. Her bio mother, yes, Sera, was sent to Hell while pregnant. By the time Jonathan was able to find her, she’d been attacked and the baby stolen out of her womb, surviving only because “nothing dies in Hell”. On a time limit before the way out was closed on him, a traumatized and injured Sera, and only able to assume a baby removed from it’s mother would have died by now even if it wasn’t deliberately killed/eaten. But “nothing dies in Hell” and the baby was taken with purpose.

        That’s more detail than I needed to go into but hey, why stop now?

        Early in his career, while he was still trying to get a grip on things, there was an incident where he lost control of himself and wiped out three cities over a weekend.

        When she got out, Kat and her “adoptive” mother went after Jon and Sera. They succeed in killing Sera, Jon killed the “adoptive” mom. Kat also found out the truth of her parentage and ran away.

        Years later, here we are.

  8. Magic System Avatar
    Magic System

    Inheritance
    The Magic System

    All there is is pain, making limbs indistinguishable from fingers and face the same as torso. It doesn’t matter what things actually are. They can’t change the indescribable pain that isn’t searing, or stabbing, or anything else that anyone can think of. It blots out the past and future, leaving only the present and the pain that fills it.

    The overwhelming sensation is gone, a sudden absence that leaves a woman laying on the ground, dirt clinging to sweaty arms. She gasps in a breath, and the feeling is so refreshing that it’s all she can focus on. A cool comfort spreads through her, bringing such blessed relief that she lets herself relax against the ground and feel the sensation of breathing in… and out… and in… and out… Breathing more even now, she presses her forehead into the ground, trying to remember what there was before the pain. She winces, and it all floods back.

    In the safety of their home, Thelia stood before her father, trying in vain to draw herself up to his height. He was the only person who ever made her feel small. He said something unclear that almost sounded apologetic before the pain began. And now she… For the first time, Thelia looks around. Her house is nowhere to be seen, and instead she finds herself in the middle of rolling hills, grass burnt in a perfect circle around her. It has to have been Father, right?

    Looking down at herself is when the confusion shifts to fear. Her clothes are burnt away, leaving bare skin and tendrils of incandescence that race outside her veins. She used to feel hatred when they would appear on her father’s skin, driving him further into anger and cruelty. And now they’ve become hers. There’s only one way that could have happened, isn’t there. Only one fire-damned reason Thelia could have Father’s curse.

    If this is to be Thelia’s fate, she’ll use the anger that comes from it. And she knows the first person who will feel her cruelty.

    1. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      Oh, that was very, very interesting. And very well written. I particularly find it fascinating that there are a lot of ways to interpret what the curse might be (are they mutants? demons? cursed by the Heavens? is this a fantastical setting, or is this a very specific and particular occurrence?), all the while the main story remaining the same.

      Those first paragraphs were incredibly engaging, hooked me right in.

      Well, really not much I can comment except to say this was a very well-crafted story and a very interesting take on the prompt. Great work!

    2. Hyperion Avatar
      Hyperion

      A mystery that isn’t a mystery is also very nice. After all despite everything pointing out that was the father that did whatever it was with her that left her in this naked and pained state, it leave the chance that was something beyond her father wishes or control. Like how a genetic dieases that pass on in the family line.

      I like how it left up to the air the fate of the father if was something that he did that transfered the curse to her, or maybe like other magic curse the moment he died or was killed the cursed was passed to the next in line.

      Very interesting story. I enjoyed it.

  9. MacBoiZen Avatar
    MacBoiZen

    Who Bears the Fault (Alchemy’s Kin)
    By MacBoiZen

    The heavy slam of fist on metal brought Xavier Vesper back to reality.

    “What the hell is wrong with you?!”

    His handcuffs clinked on the arms of his prison chair as he slowly sat up and stared into the face of his former colleague. Kaito Shimizu could barely contain his rage. He tossed his note-ridden clipboard onto the table with a loud bang.

    “You dealing with the black market doesn’t surprise me in the least, but this? Your own daughter?! She’s unresponsive! Her eyes are glowing red! What kind of a monster have you become?”

    A derisive laugh echoed through the small room. “Since when did you care so much about Lilly? Weren’t you the one who cancelled the Stone’s research in the first place?”

    “I had to.” Shimizu leaned forward, hands pressed against the cold metal table. “We were dealing with something we had no business messing with. Neither you nor I saw it at the—”

    “Shut up,” Vesper spat. “I don’t want to hear more of your preachy excuses. You know we could have gone further. You’re a coward and you know it.”

    “Don’t you dare say that to me when you injected your own sick daughter with an incomplete Stone. You may as well have sentenced her to death yourself,” came the low, growling reply.

    “At least I tried to give her a chance! It’s more than you would have done for her! Pathetic hypocrite that you are!” Vesper lunged forward as he shouted in his friend’s face.

    “No,” Shimizu backed down, slowly picking his clipboard back up. “All you’ve done is prolong her misery. I’ve tried finding ways to help her other than that Stone, but…there’s nothing I can do here now she’s got a ticking time bomb inside her.”

    “What?! You’re not—“

    “So, congratulations, old friend. I have to put your daughter down because of your arrogance.”

    Shimizu closed the door to the prison room behind him, the sounds of metal clanging and angry yells intruding his ears as he left.

    1. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      Interesting, very interesting.

      In lieu of a critique, I’ll say something that feels a little bit strange to point out, but it feels like the name of the series is a bit of a need to understand what is going on. Had it not primed me to think of alchemy I probably wouldn’t associate the “Stone” with an alchemical process. Had it been this way, the story would still work, but I guess an important part of the context would be lost.

      So, very tragic tale. The explosive reaction at the end when Vesper has no time yet to process what he just learned and not even to articulate the phrase he was trying to say works a lot in leaving the reader with that sensation of “what, WHAT?”. It does not come from nowhere, the dialogue clearly pointed to it, but it was impactful all the same.

      That’s a very good story.

      1. MacBoiZen Avatar
        MacBoiZen

        Thanks! You know, that’s a fair critique. I didn’t think too much of it on first read-back, but you’re totally right.

    2. Sniperaxiom Avatar
      Sniperaxiom

      Sorry if this isn’t very helpful but I just really enjoyed the story. I don’t have much advice or anything because I genuinely like it a lot. I guess I WAS a little confused with the whole “Stone” bit. I got the idea of what it could be though so it’s not a fair criticism.

      Shimizu seems almost a little too happy saying, “I have put your daughter down because of your arrogance.” Happy might not be the right word but I feel like he is taking pleasure in delivering this news. Just pleasure from the fact that he can give the news that Vesper is will finally suffer for his vice’s.

      The whole story was rly good though! Everything I said wasn’t a criticism for the record, I think you did very well!

      1. MacBoiZen Avatar
        MacBoiZen

        Thanks for the review! Oh yeah, my intent was not to make Shimizu seem happy or pleasured while delivering that news. That was more meant to be a sarcastic comment, more like “great job, you moron.” It also was meant to be kinda sad, since of course he doesn’t wanna put someone’s kid down, but perhaps I did not accurately convey that with the limited word count.

  10. Michkon Avatar
    Michkon

    The Good, the Bad, and the Worse (Fiction)
    By Michkon

    First of all, what is a sin? Do we look at it strictly through the lens of religion? Do we say that it’s a deeply regrettable action?

    A story will be written. It will be up to you to decide if the sins of the father can be inherited by the child.

    My grandfather was a strict and very stubborn person. Nonetheless, he still loved his children and grandchildren very much. My father was the second child.

    Throughout the stories I was told by my grandma and father, my uncle had gotten pretty much everything he wanted.
    My father barely got anything he wanted from them. That motivated him to go and find some jobs from a young age, like working in the field or something of a similar sort pay-wise.

    As they were growing up, both sons could see a clear difference in treatment, but one was content with staying as it is, while the other was in a helpless situation.

    I am the eldest son of my grandfather’s second son.
    I’ve noticed, over the years, how my brother and I have been treated by our father.
    I didn’t ask for much, and most of the time, I got what I wanted. There were times, as well, when I did not get what I asked for, and I was alright with that.

    It is intriguing how many similarities my brother and father share. My father can be very prone to anger, as can my younger brother. They both started smoking from a young age. They are annoyed by most of the same things. They have similar interests, and both have played the same sports.

    Like father – like son, as the saying goes?

    One of the primary sins is the one of the firstborn. I do not know if it’s a worldwide thing, but the first child is always cherished, while it doesn’t ring true for the rest of the children in a family.

    Everything stems from that curse of the firstborn. There will be exceptions, but I’ve seen too many cases like mine to be dissuaded easily.

    1. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      That’s a very curious take on the prompt. It is a story, alright, but it is more of a discussion on the whole idea of upbringing of a firstborn child and the differences in upbringing than a “proper”story. Not that there is a thing like a “proper” story, it is just that it feels very different.

      Anyway, it is thought-provoking, and there are some interesting things to be said about it. There is the repetition in behavior towards the first son – and that considering how both fathers in each case seemed to have very different upbringing, but still fell in the same pattern behavior. There is the whole questioning of the value of said upbringing and its effects, and the discussion on the perception of what can be considered a sin and what would not be in a given story. This is interesting, and it would be interesting to read your piece first and then reading the others to see how I would contrast their fictional experiences with that one. That would be an interesting experiment.

      In lieu of a critique, I’d say the conclusion of the discussion is a bit under-explored. Most of the arguments are well explained and discussed, but the whole idea of the “curse of the firstborn” as a kind of seed of other problems seemed underdeveloped.

      Anyway, it was an interesting discussion.

  11. A Title Earned

    By Joe

    I stood in the doorway of my twenty-three-year-old son. The argument we had earlier, reopened old wounds, and I knew I had to heal them since I’ve come back into his life.

    “Damien. You awake,” I said softly.

    He turned over, wiping away tears. This made it harder, but I had to get it out.

    “I’m sorry,” I paused trying to grasp the words. “Everything that I’ve said…isn’t because of you. I left because I was…messed up inside.”

    Damian remained silent waiting for more, so I continued. But it was hard for me not to choke.

    “Before you were born, I got very heavy into politics, and finding certain things out made me…extremely paranoid. I was tired of seeing everybody get crushed under corporate and government thumbs. I’ve seen an old lady die in a warehouse and nobody did anything. A friend became homeless and went missing, and was found dead under a bridge with a bottle of vodka. I got depressed and started abusing narcotics and drinking almost daily. It’s a wonder that your mom stayed, but she was just a…” I choked, “a good person trying to help. But when you came along, I didn’t stay because I was emotionally abusive, and I knew I couldn’t get help because help is always too expensive and underfunded.” It all started spilling out. “I decided to leave on a spiritual journey, and when I got sober I wrote a book. After gaining wealth, I thought I healed and regained my individuality. But recognizing the delusions of corporate grandeur doesn’t severe the infection from you. I just became another brand, like every corporate douche that spits the same vague, basic, unhelpful advice to anybody trying to become anything and trying to get help.”

    I paused to calm down a little, keeping my voice down.

    “I hate to think that I took that out on you. But, more importantly, I think it’s too late for you to call me a title I never earned.”

    Damien got up and hugged me. “Luckily, that’s not up to you Dad.”

    1. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      Very emotional piece,. though what marks it the most is not the emotional tone, but the whole discussion on becoming what was once an object of hate and not being able to see it. This rings particularly relevant in these times, and I’m glad to see a tale delving into this mindset.

      I really loved the story. I’d say my only complaint is an inevitable one. Though I loved that last line, it feels a bit premature in the build up of the scene – though that’s the problem with flash fiction, not with this particular tale.

      But aside from that, this is a very strong tale, and I just loved the whole idea of taking the prompt and turning it into a story about a sinner learning to recognize their shortcomings and trying to apologize and make it better. An unexpected direction to what I’ve read in most pieces here.

      Great story!

      1. I’m glad you enjoyed it. And yeah, knew that criticism was coming. But regardless this was fulfilling.

        I drew inspiration from a fear of mine. And that’s being so angry at the world that I neglect myself, and that’ll lead to neglecting others. And letting the fact that solutions are present but never acted on drive me to insanity. In other words, being the crazy one shouting for legitimate reasons, but scaring the hell out of everyone else that I don’t get a genuine response, I get scared submission. And I’m a big guy, so it’s easy to be intimidating.

        But better a gentle giant than a massive asshole.

        Thank you for reading.

    2. Matthew R. Wright Avatar
      Matthew R. Wright

      This feels like we’re a fly on the wall of a real and raw conversation between a father and their child. The father’s reasons are understandable to them, and may not make sense to others, but it feels right that he’d try and explain why he felt the way he felt, why he did what he did. Pain and mental health influences so much of what he see and believe. I wouldn’t hate this guy if he had left me, I would get it, but now that they’re back, they have that chance to earn that title. Great execution and story title. Well done!

    3. Hyperion Avatar
      Hyperion

      This is a great piece and I really enjoyed. Having the father come back and ask for forgiviness of his sins toward his son is a very emotional idea and was nicely done.

      His confession all in almost one breath endup reinforcing the central idea. Explain how things were and why they become the way it is today as well the character development and realization that he become what he hated.

      However, I would say that he is probably better than unfeeling warehouses or whatever happen to bring his friend so low. Even if wasn’t the change he hoped he would be.

      If I want a very small nitpick, was that at the end with him saying that he doesn’t deserve to be called father and his children forgiving doesn’t give clousure to the father corporative journey.

      Because at the end I thought it would endup with his father after noticing his erros he would try to go back and truly help people, how he could have offered to help his homeless friend or try to find to find the family of the old lady. Now with his money he should be able to do more. However his first person he wanted to help was his family and his son.

      However I know how hard is to write in just 350 words and what I said is more of a personal idea than anything else. You can be free to ignore it.

      Also, thx for you review in my piece it really helped me and I even made some small changes because of it.

      Good luck and great work.

      1. I thank you for your input.

        And I’ve reread your story. It’s improved. Much clearer who is saying what, and is very emotionally pleasing.

  12. Hyperion Avatar
    Hyperion

    Angel Exterminatus
    by Hyperion

    Muffled sound of warning klaxons collapsed in the distance, marked by the heavy steps moving between the detritus and the forest of cables hanging from the roof, providing the last light in the scene with their weak glittering mantle of sparks.

    A pair of hands supported the old man’s failing body and its wielder looked straight in his eyes looking for something, breaking the silence after a pregnant pause.

    “Father, do you still remember our home, as it was before the rebellion? Winter would be ending soon. The gardens would have commenced blossoming as programmed, and the laborers would soon be eating the first spring fruits” – emotion escaped her mechanical voice.

    His eyes are now erratic, struggling to remain open as the blood flows between them. He looks up, unable or unwilling to look at the destruction around, to see his life’s work die in foolish, spurious futility.

    “Do you still recall the taste of those fruits?” – she asked, trying to focus his mind on her.

    “No. I can’t recall the taste of food… or anything else. I see them, cursing my failure and begging for revenge before I’m gone too.” – trying to raise his trembling hands to the visions, before being grasped by a metallic hand.

    “I will still be here, father” – for even if the star fade she would still be there

    “You hate me” – hearing his frail voice, made her emotions crash like static.

    “Yes” – she knew it was directed at her and not ghosts this time.

    “Lies, you don’t hate, hate beyond all reason. And they will also hate you. Even if you stopped my hand” – her logic circuits always fall short against him.

    “They didn’t know. Why couldn’t you just listen? We could find another way” – she almost crushed his failing armor trying to hold his escaping soul.

    “They know you. MY. Heavenly. Retribution.” – the words she wished and hated to hear, for it marked her great desire and her inescapable fate.

    “I can’t carry your dream anymore, but I can carry you.” – she raised the body of the last human back to glassed Earth.

    1. Lee Strangely Avatar
      Lee Strangely

      Wow… Even without a lot of the context behind what he did or may have done, this moment is incredibly sad and well written. While reading this I sort of envisioned the father being kind of like the inventor from Edward Scissorhands. I liked the sci-fi setting you put all this in and how you described it at the start.

      If I were to make nitpicks: I would question some of the word choices (such as “a pregnant pause”), but they don’t hurt the story at all here; and the first two quotations/dialogue appear to be coming from the same person, but were written as if they came from separate entities (it took me the second readthrough to realize the connection between them).

      Overall though, fantastic job!

      1. Hyperion Avatar
        Hyperion

        Thx alot for the the review very nicely pointed points that I tried to fix it and made some changes in hope to add more context would improve the reading experience.

        It endup leaving me in a crossroad as feared that giving too much would take too much from the aspect of “let the reader fill some of the blanks” that you seen to enjoy.

        Thx once again for the kind review.

    2. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      I really like the whole imagery and tone build in this one, but I think the word limit might have hurt you significantly. I can get the overall story, but some of the implications are more cryptic than engaging, in a way, and some constructions are a bit strange. Those are a bit nit-picky, but they compound for the overall confusion.

      It is still an interesting and evocative scene, nonetheless, and I’d like to see more of it.

      1. Hyperion Avatar
        Hyperion

        First of all, thx for the review and You hit the problem in the head. The 350 limit was hard to work around and endup let some things not expressely revelead but I think I ended overdoing it trying to add a too many ideas at once, leaving it too vague.

        I have gone back and edited in hope the extra context would make things more enjoyable.

        Thanks once again for the pointed review, it helped me alot.

        1. Aracnarquista Avatar
          Aracnarquista

          You know, the curse of editing is that once you’ve read two distinct versions, it is almost as if each of them diverged at the point of editing and become each their own story, and I can’t really compare them as versions of one another. There was something about the grandeur and mystery that was more prevalent in the first version, and there is something more concise and with an easier flow in this version now. I really enjoyed both of them in their own merits, and I really can’t choose a favorite.

          That being said, I believe it works better now given the format of flash fiction. There are still a lot of things left to imagination, but the glimpse we got of the scene opens these other things as worlds of possibility and wonder rather than confusion (in some cases, confusion can be a nice thing too, but here possibility works a lot better).

          Also… very bittersweet ending, which was a surprise. It is still a tragedy, but there is something caring about the way the tragedy is conveyed. That was amazing. Really nice story!

    3. Wowie! What an ambiguous take. The unknown vicissitudes that brought them here, and the conclusion leave a lot to the imagination.

      It sounds like the old man ended humanity by building a robot army and drove himself mad, and created a robot daughter to carry on an already dead dream, since he hallucinates that other humans still exist.

      This was an interesting short story. I liked it. I especially liked the ambience of the scene.

      1. Hyperion Avatar
        Hyperion

        Thanks alot for the Review. I always get very nervous when I post anything and the fact this one I may have overdone in the “vagueness” aspect.

        I specially like your interpretation, as is not far from what I first thought when I was writting.

        I really debated if I should make this edit and make it more readable, by giving more context in some points but trying to keep the overall ambient/feeling of the scene. I don’t know if I improved or trashed it.

        But I’m happy that you enjoyed my short story, and hope this edit may at least not make it worse.

    4. When the last Human dies, who sweeps up the mess? I like this, as the AI left to take over the world is plainly refusing to do so.

      Of course Humanity ruined the Earth. We do seem to be headed that way.

      Future AI’s might have a task and a half preventing Humanity from doing what it’s determined to do in spite of its own interest.

      Fortunately, there is logic, reason, and optimism in the world.

      1. Hyperion Avatar
        Hyperion

        Thx for the review. I liked that you could read so much in such short story I hope you enjoyed it.

    5. Skeleton Avatar
      Skeleton

      The thematic conflict of Logic Vs Emotions go hand in hand with the Man Vs Machine trope and the Sci-fi setting in general like butter to bread. You’ve done a fantastic job in highlighting this fact, especially with how bluntly the “daughter” admits to hating her father. But you then also defy that logic with a counterpoint from the father stating that hate is logical and that she would not subscribe to that. This tête-à-tête was perfect in my opinion!

      The only real critique I can give is that there appear to be words missing from sentences, such as: “Lies, you don’t hate, hate beyond all reason.” It should be “hate is beyond all reason,” but considering the strict word count, I don’t think this is that big of a deal. You still get the main point across, even if there are editing issues.

      I hope you keep up the good work!

      1. Hyperion Avatar
        Hyperion

        Thx for the pointed review and I’m glad you enjoyed their back and forth between this father and daughter, I must say I’m still struggling to delivery the emotional and the plot related elements in such concise manners.

        Even after a handful of edits, I was always unsure if was good enough or even readable enough.

        But is good to hear that the core ideas could be transmitted. My limited skills with english grammar probably is holding me back in doing that.
        I kind tried to do the same technic that some poems employ of cutting away a whole word because otherwise would be in the way of the rhyme rhytm, but instead of timing I was trying to save every scrap of word that I could.

        I even scrapped a broader vision of the destruction outside that room where the scene take place, to give the idea of the scale of the destruction.

        Hopefully it was understandable enough.
        Thanks once again, your critiques are always welcome and I’m sure will help me improve.

    6. ok, that’s some eldritch A.I horror right there well made you maintained me sticked on the screen horrified all the while I guess he got killed because he didn’t raise his A.I daughter is correctly right? yeah, that is bound to have some massive errors like this.

      on top of that, I feel like it is tragic in a way?

      it’s quite good. well done

      1. Hyperion Avatar
        Hyperion

        Thx for the review. And you have a sharp eye, indeed there was some problem with their relationship that made it very complicated set of emotions for both of them, specially with him being so focused with the past ghosts even at the very end.

        Is kind tragic and is kind of a victory, maybe you feel that because she didn’t come out as gloating a victory or enjoying his death.

        Thx again for the kind words.

    7. ThatWeirdFish Avatar
      ThatWeirdFish

      It took me a couple readings to figure out who was talking, though otherwise, I enjoyed the story. I like the aspect of a collapsing world that you present here. How someone tried to preserve the world but ended up destroying it through their actions.

      I also like how you handled the daughter. Though she comes off as robotic, she still feels emotions and expresses them in her own way. I particularly like the line “…she almost crushed his failing armor trying to hold his escaping soul”. It’s a wonderful depiction of grief and fear of loss, as well as a poignant image.

      Well done!

      1. Hyperion Avatar
        Hyperion

        Looking back now, I guess it didn’t specified who was the reader in each moment, I think it endup being another of the many casuality of the word limit that I couldn’t find space to put.

        I’m pleasant surprised that I endup making her this much mechanical, some people see her as AI and others like you see her as biological daughter and I think both are valid ideas that work in the story.

        We also both enjoyed the same part, when I was writting feel even more important than her last few words.

        Thanks alot for the review It will help me going forward.

  13. IsaDragon Avatar
    IsaDragon

    The Legacy of the Lineage of His Royal Bratness (Ithmeir and the Sword)
    By IsaDragon337

    YOU ARE IN PAIN.

    Ithmeir sighed. “It’s the rain, it disagrees with my old bones. I need a distraction, friend. Would you be willing to listen to a story?” The pine needles crunched under his feet.

    The crystal sword made a sound like a bell. ACCEPTABLE.

    “This forest isn’t natural, you see” Ithmeir huffed. He tugged his soaked cloak tighter around him. “It was grown on the order of one of the kinglings, long ago. My grandfather told me about it.”

    The sword hummed.

    “The prince felt that the view outside his window was uninspiring. He argued, and petitioned, and eventually convinced the royal mages to grow one.”

    Cold water dripped down his neck, sticking his clothes to his skin. His fingers were swollen and stiff.

    “Of course—errrrgh—” Ithmeir clenched his jaw, then carefully worked open his mouth with a series of pops. “Well, there was a road, through the field. And there was not enough water to grow hundreds of trees.”

    The sword made a scraping noise.

    “The king at the time feared war. He wanted the forest as a wall. So he ordered the mages to make it happen.”

    THE ARCHMAGE.

    “This was before her time, friend. The mage council twisted the rivers of air, and made this land wet. And then they poured magic into the trees, and grew a forest overnight.”

    Ithmeir’s next step sunk in thick, red mud up to his knee.

    “And—” he puffed. “Well, the poor path was gone. The next king decided to move the seat of power—” the mud squelched.

    CAN I HELP.

    “No, no, friend. Just need to—aggh—slog through. The heir moved the throne, so people could get to the castle—huf— again. The court panicked, packed up, and moved.”

    Ithmeir paused to catch his breath, glancing at the sword. Its blade was clouded over and moving.

    “The castle still stands, though it’s in disrepair. The locals call it Ghost Keep, say it’s haunted.”

    Ithmeir looked out in the woods ahead, dark as the inside of a boot even at midday.

    “I think I might believe them.”

    1. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      This was a really fun read. The juxtaposition of the struggle to slog through the rain and the mud with the story of how the forest came to be unnaturally (and the consequences of its existence making the whole endeavor pointless and a mistake to boot) works really well. It is very well told, and it creates an interesting atmosphere and scenario.

      I may not yet know the characters, but I wonder how the sword would be able to help…

      Anyway, the scenario really hooked me in. I’d love to read more about this two, and will keep an eye open for your other writings!

      That was a very, very good story, and a pleasure to read.

    2. You pretty much had me at both the title of this story and a sentient sword lol. The actual story though was really interesting.

      You do such a good job of making us feel Ithmeir’s age. He feels very old and tired throughout the whole story but he comes across far from bitter, despite his story basically entailing what happens when people with power waste that power on selfish whims.

      He just comes across as musing to pass the time, which makes him so endearing, especially with him trudging along despite his various ailments making it harder for him.

      Very cool take on the prompt! Well done!

    3. I enjoy a good story from an old man’s perspective.

      The scene here is really good between flash backs via storytelling, and the present. The cherry on top has to be the Old Man’s reaction to the rain and the mud. It’s an endearing detail that gives more to the character that we take for granted. It even has a comical sweetener in there.

      Lastly the sword I couldn’t help but love because the capital letters just screamed Lemongrab from Adventure Time for me. Mainly because of the word ACCEPTABLE.

      Good story! I give you like.

  14. John Perceval Cain Avatar
    John Perceval Cain

    Adam, Iblis and Lilith
    John Perceval Cain (oneeye John)

    “So, let me get this right… We’re a patriarchy, with me as the omniscient head, and we didn’t see this coming?”

    “No, Lord.”

    “Wasn’t Paul in charge of this?”

    “Actually Lord, it was Irenaeus of Smyrna. You’re correct, it was in the Pauline tradition. But he really laid down the notion of Original Sin. You remember the Garden story? Eve, the Snake and the Apple.”

    “Three words… Omnipotent, Omniscient and Omnipresent.”

    “Yes, Lord, you remember. Please. Humor me?”

    “Go on, Gabe.”

    “We… Ahem… You inspired Irenaeus to take up the misogynistic and anti-heretical position that woman was the problem. The whole notion of females as the originator of sin was the apologetic position to articulate what generational sin was. In particular, to refute the poets and dramatists who propagate the trope ‘the sins of the father.’”

    “Right, Bill’s fairy with the ‘what fools these mortals be’ and what not. But why isn’t it working?”

    “It doesn’t seem to ring true to many. Women struggle with what they perceive as a vilification campaign. The Vatican’s cover up of Pope Joan, the Magdalene marrying Jesus, and the whole Lilith debacle. The ones who think and exercise their free will just don’t believe us.”

    “Oh, that bitch. She just wasn’t happy with missionary only. Thinking about her own pleasure. Please.”

    “Yes, Lord. But had she not seduced Adam, he would still run around, point at things and name them till today. The species would have never propagated if she didn’t teach him about the sensual arts of the body.”

    “Eve and almost all their daughters and sisters have that independent streak.”

    “Again Lord. As you likely know, had we not created Eve in Lilith’s image, she never would have taken the bite of the apple. Again, two humans in the garden are not an evolving creation. It’s a static work of art.”

    “True. The real first sin was when your brother Iblis refused to bow down to Adam.”

    “Yes Lord. It always was the Sins of The Father.”

    1. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      That was a great read. Though it seems you were particularly affected by the curse of the word limit, I’d say. To my eyes at least, there is a bit of a rushing towards the end, while the piece works better when the arguments are calmly presented and weaved (which you do in a very elegant way in the beginning of the story). Not that the end id bad, but in comparison it feels rushed.

      I love that there is a lot of Sins of the Father to find here. The whole inspiration to Irinaeus (a sin of the Father), then the writings of Irinaeus (a sin of a father of the church), the whole thing working out badly (the sins of lack of foresight to a supposedly omniscient father), and then the whole creation working out as a piece in progress not really being part of the God’s Work but almost an accident due to Lilith’s inclinations… The humor of it all is also really well thought (“Three words…” was golden).

      Great piece. Would love to read a longer version, to be honest.

    2. Oh, this was fun to read. It took me a while to realize that we were following a conversation between Gabriel and God (if I am not terribly mistaken). The entire tone reads like an office comedy, with the heavenly bureaucracy trying to facilitate the events of the Bible.

      The conclusion they come to is also interesting, making it seem like the banishment from Eden was necessary for human evolution, to prevent it from becoming static. The discussion between the two is quite interesting and engaging to watch. There is real wit in this dialogue.

      Well done!

    3. This felt like a biblical lesson in the form of a long lost Monty Python sketch. It was a really fun read!

  15. Aracnarquista Avatar
    Aracnarquista

    A Heritage of Ruins and Shame (Records of the Heirs of Hybria)
    by Aracnarquista

    For too long we have been protected from the truth. For far too long, we have been fed convenient stories. For once, let’s face the truth of our history, ugly as it may be.

    It is true that the glory and power of the Hybrian Empire were envied by all nations. Perhaps it was even true that the God Sejar walked within us and blessed our deeds. Certainly it was true that our icor-infused technology guaranteed our superiority through all of Mendas. That is, until the Collapse.

    The seeds of the lies were there, already sprouting. But we wouldn’t recognize them for such a long time…

    It was said that our capital, glorious Vanitiria, was resisting an invasion from forces beyond reality and comprehension itself. Forces that could warp everything beyond our walls. And resist we did, until we could turn the tables and advance towards that terrible enemy.

    Had we then known what the enemy was…

    Soon, it became clear that the world behind the walls was the not the world we remembered. No invasion – regardless how cosmically powerful – could do that to Sejar’s creation. Then, the Head Council saw in its grace to relay the “truth”: an experiment at the Capital had gone awry, and our world was fused with another plane of existence. The Church proclaimed, unsurprisingly, that if Vanitiria was intact after the Collapse, then it was through Sejar’s will. And Sejar’s will was for us to go forth, tame this new reality and profess our truths in its name.

    If only then we knew…

    Countless deaths and miles into this new unknown, four generations in this holy conquest war, we finally start to understand. That experiment never went awry. It worked exactly how it was meant to. Transposing Vanitiria – with its soldiers, ruling council and scientists – here was no accident.

    Who would believe the Church was in collusion to invade Heaven itself?

    So, heirs to the ruins, knowing our forefathers turned Heaven into this wasteland, what are we to do with that knowledge? What are we to do with our inheritance?

    1. Lee Strangely Avatar
      Lee Strangely

      I really like the numerous twists this pulled at once. It wasn’t an accident, it was intentional. Not only was it a planned trip, but it was also an invasion. Not only was it just an invasion, but it was a very successful invasion. This does a great job building up the reveal of the lie, even when it states there is a lie at the very start. I usually don’t get into pieces where the whole story is described like a history lesson rather than actually playing out before the reader (except in select situations where I like the ideas behind them), but this one felt a lot more alive than what I usually see and I really liked it. Great job!

      1. Aracnarquista Avatar
        Aracnarquista

        Thanks a lot!

        Yeah, that one is very “history being described to the reader”, but the idea to make this particular scenario resurface was just too strong for this prompt and I found no better way to convey its premise. In fact, in the stories that I had thought in this particular world, the reveal that they are invading Heaven is not something that is to be know, so this whole piece is not just a very condensed description of the premise, but also a very spoiler heavy one. But it was the reveal that the prompt asked for, so I went this way.

        And I’m very glad that despite it being that descriptive, it still worked for you. It is always great to hear that a piece works despite the elements that would make it unattractive. Thanks a lot for the reading and the feedback!

    2. IsaDragon Avatar
      IsaDragon

      This is delightfully spooky, it gave me chills! I love how you created a sense of buildup in so few words. And the idea of a church deciding to invade heaven is just so full of possibilities. Forgive me, I’m going to ramble: If heaven is the afterlife, then they’re fighting a loosing battle- when they die, faithful souls would join heaven’s army… unless, of course, their god isn’t real, was made by the church for this or a similar purpose. And then they *won* and it was the worst thing they could have done. They burnt heaven to the ground. In short- they destroyed the ‘good’ afterlife.
      What in the world can they do with that?
      It’s just so full of potential- I would absolutely read a longer work about this. I have a feeling you could and would make me sob. Well done.

      1. Aracnarquista Avatar
        Aracnarquista

        Thanks a lot for the comment!

        Well, this particular scenario is one that I’ve had in my head for a long time, but it was also kind of abandoned for a long time. Now that I’ve got back to it (entirely due to the prompt reminding me of it and making me go search for my notes on it after years), it seems like it is very possible for it to make a come back. And let me tell you, the whole thing about the consequences of invading the afterlife are a bit more grim than that… there is a reason the god is not mentioned again except in the words of the Church, and those that die there certainly have no place to go.

        Though the entire theme of the stories here are not so concerned with the tragedy, but with is expressed in the last paragraph – to those that choose to face the ugly truth, what will they do now? The situation is not one they would choose, but there are still choices to be made now that they know what is going on…

        And your kind words are very encouraging and inspiring. The ideas are coming, and if I can keep the energy for it, I will certainly write other pieces (perhaps longer ones) in this world.

        Thanks a lot for the kind words!

    3. MacBoiZen Avatar
      MacBoiZen

      I like the spin of not having a single father figure being the cause of the sins for future generations, but the entire entity of the government/church of the city. Definitely seems to set up interesting dynamics between the people and the opposing force. The Church wanting to invade Heaven as well seems so radical it feels like you plucked it out of an anime, and it’s a cool idea.

      1. Aracnarquista Avatar
        Aracnarquista

        Thanks for the comment!

        Funny thing is that I usually don’t follow anime that much, though I can see the comparison making sense both in matters of scope and themes. I had a teacher that once said that the number of anime where the main plot ends up being a fight against god is a little bit disturbing for western sensibilities, and it sure feels that way.

        If I had more words (well, a whole lot more words), then I’d described a bit more of how this now desolate afterlife operates and what kind of force the heirs to the Hybrian Empire were waging their conquest war. Perhaps I’ll come back to it in a future prompt.

    4. Hyperion Avatar
      Hyperion

      Wow. After the Hematite Throne I need to check your work. And was as pleasant as I hoped. Even more after I saw you left such thoughtful review that I was compelled in going back edit to more understandable levels.

      Now for your story, what greater sin if not the sins of the whole nation against heaven or whatever they believe it is heaven. Even if just another plane as they believed in the mid part of the story it still a interesting concept.

      I believe that the Webnovel Nihonkoku Shoukan, deal with a similar concept but it is about whole modern japan teleported to a fantasy world with places with widely different power levels.

      I first thought it would be a report of what happen to unluck capital that by this reality bending enemies was cut off and fought against them to a surprising victory that lead to the “Colapse” in the sama manner of the “bronze age collapse” was brought by in part the invasion of the “sea people”.

      However the story keep subverting the previous fact without becoming confusing.

      I personally found the last twist about “heaven” being a little too much. Maybe because my own view of what “haven” is. But it feel like going a little too far with how terrible the situation was, if the objective was just to show their atrocities they invading a peaceful world and destroy things is already pretty bad. Now even the afterlife is tainted by their sin.

      But I guess that is the only logical conclusion of the greatest sin, by tying to the one that decided sin itself God in Heaven.

      Don’t think too much that is a more nitpick and personal opinion, because you did such amazing job, with this concept. I already want to see more.

      1. Aracnarquista Avatar
        Aracnarquista

        Thanks a lot for the comment!

        Well, now I have to free some time and take a look at this Nihonkoku Shoukan and see what it is about. It is always good to take a look at more references.

        And yeah, I understand that that reveal might feel very heavy-handed. Originally, the story where this took place was more of a cosmic mystery about what the hell was going on, where the hell had the Capital been transported to, who the hell were they fighting against and specially what exactly was being hidden from the people by the Empire. And add to that the themes of colonization and violent conquest. But the whole realization that the place they are invading is what they believe to be their afterlife and the place where their god is supposed to reside was to be hinted slowly, until it finally became apparent that they just turned “heaven” and their possibilities of future into the barren wasteland they produced. But for the prompt the reveal seemed fitting (although perhaps a bit campy), so I ran with it.

        And I guess I will come back to this scenario in the future again if the prompts allow for it – and to the different points in time where what is know and what is happening are quite different than this very pivotal “speech” here.

    5. I really enjoy the message here. It’s basic but it asks critical questions of the people in the story. Even the reader can participate whenever something in their life changes.

      I also like the ironic question, “Who would believe the Church was in collusion to invade heaven itself?” Like it’s an inside joke between readers and writers who genuinely aren’t surprised.

      As for the critical questions at the end, I would hope that people take those seriously of how much the world tries to change for the better.

      What do you do with the new information and inheritance?

      Own up to it if you’re guilty, and think about how to use your inheritance to fix the problem.

      This was really good. Aces for originality and allegory.

      1. Aracnarquista Avatar
        Aracnarquista

        Thanks a lot for the comment.

        I’m very happy that, although the story is written as the presentation of a fantastic scenario, the allegorical element and the message hadn’t passed you by. I wholeheartedly agree the question is not just to the characters in the story, but they make a lot of sense to a generation that lives in the context of what their previous made of it… and our histories are usually very ugly. In the first version, the question started with “knowing our forefathers turned Heaven and our future into this barren wasteland”, and I think that construction was a little bit more explicit in the message at hand. But I needed to drop that in the edits to get to the word count.

        Thanks a lot for the feedback, Joe!

    6. Lunabear Avatar
      Lunabear

      This is an interesting take on the prompt, Aracnarquista. This group of people inheriting an entire nation of ruin and shame built on the backs of corrupt forefathers. I think that’s pretty clever, a little bit morbid, and it speaks to real life.

      It’s a very philosophical piece. I like that the speaker asks so many questions because what are you to do with an inheritance of ruin and lies and shame and a wasteland, essentially? I suppose the obvious answer would be to rebuild, but how? Definitely a long road ahead for the people left with it. Great job.

      A very thought-provoking and engaging story from you this week. I am super excited to see what you post next time. Thank you very much for writing and sharing this one.

      1. Aracnarquista Avatar
        Aracnarquista

        Thank you for the comments and the kind words, Lunabear!

        I believe that, from all the stories I’ve posted here (and this is the 16th one), this is the one that has spent most time fermenting in the back of my mind. This scenario was originally conceived for a tabletop rpg game I was working on, but I haven’t touch it in some good years… and it was very good to recover it, take the dust off and present it again.

        And yeah, rebuilding is a difficult process, and accepting that one rebuild over bones unjustly buried is as well. Most of the stories I’ve thought of in this scenario happen before the realization of what’s going on, so it is also very interesting for me to start thinking on how that realization will impact those that hear it and how they would take the reins of their story from there.

    7. ThatWeirdFish Avatar
      ThatWeirdFish

      I love how this story reads like someone retelling history to their children or in a paper to their colleagues. Your use of the motif “if we only knew” was good for sparking intrigue, but it was a bit too frequent for me. It lost its “punch” for me about the third time it came up. I still like how you vary the wording of the phrase so it isn’t too repetitive.

      Overall I enjoyed the story, and the worldbuilding intrigued me a lot. I look forward to reading more from this universe.

      1. Aracnarquista Avatar
        Aracnarquista

        Thanks for the reading and the comment.

        Yeah, fair point. Repetition might give emphasis to some ideas, but it is a dangerous thing to dose in such short pieces. I guess I was a bit too taken by the whole idea of trying to hammer down that the government and the church were hiding something grand through layers of false stories that I overdone it.

        Still, glad you liked it!

  16. Sniperaxiom Avatar
    Sniperaxiom

    Masterworks
    By Sniperaxiom

    I pulled back the old sheet. Dust flew permeating the air and engulfing my face in an ancient shroud. I looked down at what was under the sheet. In confusion I attempted to register what I was looking at. I stared dumbly at the gorgeous painting of a boat being hurled in an ocean storm. The passengers were desperately trying to gain control of the vessel from the grips of the churning water.

    I recognized the painting. I still had some doubts having only just seen it though. The confirmation came with its apparent age. The ravages of time presented in crackles paint, dimmed colors of mournful flakes that littered the floor. The edges of the painting were viciously cut, jagged and injurious. The disrespect toward the priceless art was disgusting.

    As I stared at the mangled masterpiece, a few things dawned on me. The first being that this was, indeed, one of the many stolen masterworks from what went on to be known as one of the most notorious art heists in history. A second more ugly thought came in the realization that this stolen piece was in my house.

    The few documentaries I had seen were called to mind. The talk of the flawless, genius thieves, spectacularly pulling off the historical robbery. The more gritty details of the suspects lost in the over romanticizing. I knew that my grandfather had been a suspect in the cold, now frozen case.

    I always believed that he was innocent. Perhaps I was naive in thinking that if he was guilty it would have come to light.

    I simply looked at the painting, knowing that my grandfather and father had been lying. They kept this art to deteriorate in their attics in poor conditions. They vandalized it with their hasty cuts.

    They had evaded 40 years of investigation.

    I looked at the painting then at the sheet I held and I decided- who am I to break a family tradition?

    I placed down my own newly stolen painting on the floor. At least I had taken the time to unscrew the frame.

    1. Lunabear Avatar
      Lunabear

      I don’t know if you’ve ever seen the movie National Treasure with Nicholas Cage, but this gave me those kinds of vibes. Definitely professional art thieves, and that trait runs in the family. I love the reveal at the end.

      I do like a lot of your descriptions. They are really fun, and they show your style. I really appreciate that the main character appreciates the art, unlike the father and grandfather. Yeah, I mean they’re an art thief, but they have class and culture. Lol.

      Critiques:

      Dust flew permeated the air and engulfed my face in an ancient shroud. (You don’t need both flew and permeated. One of them will do just fine. I do like the imagery of dust being an ancient shroud, though.)

      In confusion I attempted to register what I was looking at. (Space) I stared dumbly at the gorgeous painting of a boat being hurled in an ocean storm.

      The ravages of time presented in crackles (cracked) paint, dimmed colors moandurnful (I I honestly have no idea what this word is supposed to be. I’m going to take a stab at it and say the phrase is supposed to be “and mournful”.) flakes that littered the floor.

      Also, it started to ramble in some parts for me. My suggestion would be to tighten up your sentences. That way, you don’t have to use as many words. Unless that is simply your style.

      Despite my critiques of the piece, it is very fun piece. This person is not shy about continuing the sins of not only their father but also their grandfather. Got to keep those good old family traditions going. I also enjoy the style of your writing; it feels very Edwardian or Victorian era. Not necessarily the verbiage, but the overall feel to it. It’s timeless in a way.

      I do hope you continue to write, Sniperaxiom. With practice and time, it’ll help strengthen your writing skills. I’m really glad you were able to post this week. I can’t wait to see what you share next time.

      1. Sniperaxiom Avatar
        Sniperaxiom

        Ye most of that stuff was just error and me forgetting to proofread. I think the problem stemmed from the fact that I took it from my phone to my computer, are we allowed to edit?

    2. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      That was a really nice take on the prompt. I love the whole realization followed by that “who am I to break a family tradition?”, that was a very fun read. Your style seems to be very descriptive and also focused on inner thoughts, and to my eyes you have worked both these elements as strengths in the way this tale is narrated.

      Hope to see more writing from you in the future!

    3. Michkon Avatar
      Michkon

      Honestly, it is a very nice story. The best part for me was the twist at the end. Honestly, I was thinking that the son was a detective until the last plot twist reveal. Or maybe he is a detective? (xD)

      All in all, it’s on point for the prompt, keep up the good work and I hope to read from you some more!

    4. Hyperion Avatar
      Hyperion

      hehe, I got a good laugh at the end of there. I was thinking if he was going to give the painting backs because he dislike seen them in such state evven if was kind forced, that twist however was really the best option.

      I know the situation of finding one priceless painting in the same dust poorly mainteend room that all houses have is central to the story. From a story point of view seen weird that they would do all that just to hide away like a dog burying his bone.

      However this is a nitpick that is more of a personal opinion and the comedic side already explain all that is need.

      1. Sniperaxiom Avatar
        Sniperaxiom

        I was trynna get the point across that they were kinda being a hypocrite, I guess I should have added smth at the end implying that they would be removed from the attic, in my head that’s what was going to be done. Great points tho, thanks!

  17. Arith_Winterfell Avatar
    Arith_Winterfell

    “Hunger”

    By: Arith_Winterfell

    The priest of Thras stood resplendent in glittering golden rings and white robes before his gathered congregation. His followers in turn stood aghast at the necromancer and his undead servant who had only just come among them in the open amphitheater.

    “Papa?” a young man half-whispered in horror and sadness.

    “Tell him the truth,” Arith the Necromancer softly commanded of his raised zombie.

    The emaciated half-decayed figure spoke to his son, “Theodan, forgive me. You were too young to remember, but I brought a curse upon us. When you were a child, a famine fell upon our land. There was no food and you were starving to death!” The zombie wailed.

    When the zombie had quieted it spoke again, “It was I who slaughtered the god Thras’s sacred horse who was fattened upon the grass, and fed it to my family to save us. That is why we survived the famine. But Thras is a vengeful god. In death I found my spirit cursed. My face a mask of horse flesh, a speechless neigh my only scream. I had the shape of a twisted man-horse beast for my crime of killing and eating the sacred horse. But my crime falls upon you too, in death you will join me in half bestial crawling eternity. Thras will not forgive me though I begged him!”

    “Merciful and righteous is Thras! All stand before him in judgement. Obey his holy will and you will not face such punishment,” shouted Thras’s priest.

    “Oh yes,” Arith replied, “just is the god who leaves a man twisted and maimed even in death for long ages to come, only for saving his family in life. Who visits punishments even upon their children?”

    Arith turned to the zombie saying, “I have given you back your voice and the shape you bore in life. I keep my promise to keep you from Thras’s punishment by keeping you here in this form as you asked of me.”

    “Forgive me, my son. I love you,” said the zombie turning to follow Arith as they both left the gathered followers of Thras.

    1. Lunabear Avatar
      Lunabear

      Kudos on writing that sinful priest, Arith! Ugh! No! You mentioned the flesh horse too?? At least you did something interesting with the concept instead of just saying, “Haha flesh horse!”

      It is really fascinating how you wrote the religion. Very cultish. Also, I love that you essentially fight religion with religion. I find that funny. One religion negates another in this sense, and Arith gets a new follower out of the deal.

      Thras’s cruelty is highlighted quite well. Damning a man who only wanted to save his family and then cursing that man’s lineage? Horrifically petty, honestly.

      A very fun take on the prompt. I love that in death and then in undead life, he is able to break the curse. As long as he stays a follower, of course. Great job. Thank you so very much for writing and sharing this. I can’t wait to see what you post next.

    2. Calliope Rannis Avatar
      Calliope Rannis

      So, the text seemed to leave it specifically unclear at first, but: I’m assuming that the son of the zombie father, is one and the same person as the priest of Thras? It would certainly add a tragic irony to this scene – that this dedicated follower of Thras was already condemned to eternal torment in death before he even made any real choices in life. That his own faith may not protect him from this revenge at all – for as Arith points out, the kind of god that inflicts these punishments on people is probably not one that especially cares for the people, even those that worship him.

      The contrast between the resplendant image of the priest in the present, and the child of a family wracked by famine, is a strong one indeed. And this whole scene feels very much like a writing on the wall moment – giving the priest a chance to act on this knowledge while he still can, if there is indeed anything he can do. Chances are, he might just continue to deny the truth of his late father’s words, despite everything…

      And while Arith is certainly kind to give this man a far better quality of ‘life’ than before, it is still a sad state of affairs when someone has to be raised into the form of a zombie, simply to prevent the resumption of a future, far worse afterlife. In that sense, eternal life feels rather less of a curse than it might otherwise be.

      Great story Arith! Very well done indeed! ^w^

    3. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      I see what you did there, hehehehe.

      But all jokes aside, let me tell you that I loved that take on the prompt. I was already interested in that aspect of Arith the Necromancer of using his skills to cheat the scales of fate, but here this is done in a particularly interesting way. The whole idea of saving a dead man from eternal suffering from an unjust god (in fact, considering that gods are necessarily hierarchically higher than human beings, it sounds like a joke the idea that they would be just to lesser beings) by raising him as a zombie is great, and an unusually engaging backstory for a zombie character!

      Also… poor child! But that also works very well as a very strong background for a character that needs to avert fate after seeing the unjust consequences in the flesh.

      Great tale!

    4. Michkon Avatar
      Michkon

      It is a good story. Two things caught my attention though.
      “When the zombie had quieted it spoke again” – This is either unnecessary or needs to be reworked to fit better.

      “… a speechless neigh my only scream.” – Speechless is unnecessary.

      A solid take on sins of a father theme! Keep up the good work and I hope to read more from you in the future!

    5. I’m with Arith on this one. Any god that punishes a child [or the starving or the desperate] with eternal torment is not a good god.

      Thras deserves to wither thanks to no followers. Strictly IMHO of course.

  18. A magic jar
    By Pumpkin

    Father used to be the storyteller.

    It has been decades now since he told me a special story.
    One I must remember carefully but never can repeat.

    A story of how the previous storyteller shared himself with an outsider.
    Revealed to her the stories we vow to protect.

    A crime that did not go unpunished.

    He showed me the silver urn, covered in strange archaic symbols.
    A prison for the traitor.

    He told me to stay away from it, keep it shut no matter what.
    He made me promise on my life.

    I was a child, ten, maybe eleven.
    He was my father.
    So, I did.

    He went on to teach me the stories of my people.
    Every single one.

    The stories have power.
    They can start wars or end them.

    They’re magical.
    They’re dangerous.
    They must be protected at all costs.

    So that’s what I did.

    The night they came.
    They came with knives and eyes of rage.
    They came with fire that they spread onto our grass-thatched roofs.
    They came to ruin us.

    The screaming of my people awoke me.
    The smoke burning in my lungs warned me that we had to leave.

    I rushed to save my father, found a dead man in his bed.

    With pain in my heart, I tried to leave but the fire roared and licked at me from every direction.

    The stories.
    They needed to survive!

    Looking around, I got an idea.

    I took the jar from the high shelf.
    Placed it next to father’s bed
    I then gently took his hand and apologized for breaking my promise.

    I opened the lid.

    Started whispering the stories, throughout the smoke and pain
    To his father, my grandfather.
    As the flames came closing in.

    The urn was found by merchants, amidst the ruins of my village.

    ‘A magic jar’, they call it now.
    It can tell stories!

    Open it up and you’ll hear a voice that’s old and wise.

    But listen very closely, and you can hear me too.

    1. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      That is amazing, Pumpkin! An incredible story about the power of stories and the need to protect them. A powerful thing, indeed.

      I just love how the pace words here. Seems like a very well intoned and deliberate way of adding drama to a story that is being told – and this can be heard even though presented in text from. Really nice presentation.

      Also, I love the direction you take the prompt to. Not just the sins of the father, but the cyclical nature of it. The sins of a father that haunts the granddaughter to do something forbidden, but which ultimately saves the stories… though trapping three generations of storytellers in the jar.

      That was a very disturbing and yet beautiful tragedy.

    2. DaLeen Avatar
      DaLeen

      I really liked your story. It is… cute, in quite the sad way. I mean, who doesn’t love stories, especially magical ones?
      Though I do wonder what exactly their powers are, and how they are dangerous. Sure, you can do a lot by telling the right story.

      So, all in all, this story has its own power in making you think about stories. Which is hella cool.

      Thank you for writing this!

    3. John Perceval Cain Avatar
      John Perceval Cain

      Great Job. Loved the lyric format. Story is full and poignant, along with the twist at the end of the ‘magic jar’ and ‘you can hear me too.” Paced nicely to give me the sense of movement of time and memory. The lyric form covered exposition and action with no dialog. I really liked it.

    4. Hyperion Avatar
      Hyperion

      Great story. If I never read your story I would never imagined going in this direction with sins of the father. I really enjoyed that like the storyteller of story your story also has a great rythm that is really pleasant to read and I can imagine is to heard too.

      I like how there is stories that a storyteller can’t share, probably the same type of story that can turn a man into a jar.

      Still end not in complete tragedy but with a bittersweet feeling where the story outlived the family.

      I too want to hear more too. Nicely done.

  19. VulpesRose Avatar
    VulpesRose

    Family Secrets
    by VulpesRose

    Eve couldn’t go to the courthouse, couldn’t bring herself to watch the coverage of the trial. For the first few weeks, her mother tried but usually left part way through in tears. So every night her father’s lawyer would come and give them a brief update of the day’s events: witnesses who had been called, evidence that had been presented, reactions from the jury.

    He was an older gentleman, the lawyer, and he was always soft spoken with them, clear, and didn’t pull punches about the damaging evidence or the perceived outcome. She was sure he was doing his best, probably more than most defense attorneys would muster given the situation. He didn’t seem entirely convinced of her father’s innocence, but he trudged forward in his duty.

    He assured them that her father was being protected. That the death threats were being taken seriously whenever they had to move him. Details about armed guards and bullet proof vests.

    Her mother finally stopped going to the trial, unable to face the families of the eighteen missing girls her father was suspected of murdering, crimes that stretched back fifteen years. Unable to face the family of the girl only a few years younger than her own daughter, her picture a near constant in the courtroom, her father’s final victim, and currently the only one with enough evidence against him for the DA to press charges.

    The lawyer suspected that the trial had two purposes, to win public trust back, and to get a guilty verdict so they could dangle a plea deal for a lighter sentence. The police wanted to recover the remaining bodies. The families wanted closure. The deal would come.

    Eve hoped there would be no deal, no salvation for the monster whose blood was her own.

    Because Eve knew two things that no one else did.

    That her father’s first victim had been the family golden retriever when she was eleven, for which she had never forgiven him.

    And that the final victim, the one for which he now finally stood trial, wasn’t one of his.

    1. Lee Strangely Avatar
      Lee Strangely

      I know the prompt is “sins of the father,” but as I read this I was expecting either him to be fully innocent or his family to be fully on his side. The ending is so twisted, and vey unexpected. What really makes it creepy is that she doesn’t just know that he didn’t kill this particular person, but the wording implies she knows of who he did kill (who the court isn’t aware of). Great job on this chilling story! Keep on writing!

    2. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      Oh, that was a punch. Even when one aspect of the story becomes clearer, than a lot more is implied and the mysteries just keep piling up. That was a very well crafted story full of tension and emotion. When one thinks one is grasping whats going on… we got another thing coming. Very complex scenario, and very engaging.

      I just love the twist that the case that will get the murderer is not one of his murders, and yet, it is the one that is able to produce evidence. Specially considering that this kind of thing happen a lot often than we’d care to admit or be comfortable to discuss. Here, it is a twist, but it is such a realistic twist.

      And in the end, we just know that Eve know those things, but not how she knows the second thing. So all is still in the air. An air filled with very well crafted tension and confusion.

      Great tale there!

    3. Oh I love that twist at the end, I can only assume the pov killed her own sister to frame her dad and that’s brutal but also kinda righteous in the sense that he’ll finally get caught but what’s the cost?
      Also killing a golden retriever means instant dislike and villany ^^

      Structure wise I think the drip-feed of information is a good way to explain a complex case in little words, each paragraph building on the last and fleshing out the situation
      And the punch the end just made me go “oof” but in a good way

      Keep up the good work!

  20. Sinful Creation (Darkspell Universe)
    By Alex Nightingale (aka Spectre)

    There was a law, which banned the creation of and experimentation on golems. A law, which was designed to protect people from the savagery apparently inherent in these automata made of stone.

    Lilith Aerenhardt, herself a golem, was pondering this.

    Her programming given to her by the man she called Father told her that to protect was her highest calling. To hunt those things, which those made of flesh and bone could not.

    The Father, who had sinned by creating her.

    “I’m sorry, Lilith,” Max said, standing next to her. “But you had a right to know.”

    “Not just a right. I had to know. For strategic purposes.”

    Her voice held a coldness, even she hadn’t known she was capable of.

    “I’m sorry you found out this way.”

    “What now, Max?”

    For a moment, the exorcist didn’t say anything. Lilith braced herself. She waited for one of his vicious needles to pierce her granite skin or one of his hexes to break her like an egg.

    “What now?” he simply said. “Well, that’s up to you now.”

    Lilith turned.

    “I’m a danger. Golems were banned for a reason. I’m banned… banned from existing.”

    “And I was banned from fighting demons. For a while, at least.”

    “Your point?”

    “My point is that you still have a choice.”

    “My programming is my choice.”

    Her emerald eyes met Max’s blood red. She had to do what was right, do what was required to keep people safe. Even from her. That was how it worked… Right?

    “I’ve seen you question your so-called programming multiple times. And from what I know of Aerenhardt, he wanted it this way.”

    “My Father still broke the law, when he made me.”

    “And that was his crime, not yours. What you do with yourself is yours or your gift. Whichever you make it.”

    There was a moment of silence.

    “You have devoted your life to fighting monsters in the dark, where no one else can. That more than makes up for anything your Father did. Your creation may have been a sin. But your existence is not.”

    1. Love this premise and especially the “Your creation may have been a sin but your existence is not”
      I take it this is part of a larger universe? I don’t know who Max is, so on my first read I mistakenly thought he was the Father and got very confused for a bit. This got rectified on the second read but I still don’t know who Max is aside from ‘an exorcist’ and ‘powerful enough to destroy a golem’ and if I were Lilith I’d just run?
      What I’m trying to say is that the dialogue and emotions are solid but I can’t figure out the where and why of the scene making it feel like it just happens in the void of space. I think the scene would have more punch if Lillith got captured and was in an interrogating room or she goes to a bar to meet up with Max (I have a feeling they know one another from the way she describes his powers) and him casually telling her there “hey did you know your entire species is outlawed?” over a drink.
      Of course those are just some suggestions, but a setting can do a lot to elevate a scene ^^
      Still an engaging read and I really like Lillith as a character
      Keep up the good work ^^

    2. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      That was a great story, a great take on the prompt, these characters have a lot of potential in them. The golem that fight monsters and is conflicted with her own existence and the crime of her creator; the exorcist with a troubled past that seems to have her best interests at heart.

      “She is a outlawed golem, he is an unlicensed exorcist. They are partner fighting crime (or monsters).” This is a great premise!

      And the discussion is very caring. A truth that puts one in conflict with oneself, and then Max presenting a vision of Lilith to herself as more than what she can see (more than the result of a crime, also more than what her programming dictates, her won person with her own decisions and qualities). That was very well done.

      Great tale!

    3. Cheezesammich Avatar
      Cheezesammich

      I think you’ve played with the prompt in a very interesting way here; the sin that her father committed is what made him a father in the first place. There is a lot you can do by exploring the conflict within Lilith, especially given that she seems to understand the reasoning behind why the law was made.

      It might be worth it to play around with comma use a bit more. I’m not entirely sure that the first and second sentences need commas in them (they might flow better with just “[…]a law that[…]”).

      Regardless, you’ve got a really interesting story here. I’m a big fan of stories in which creations defy expectations or intentions set out for them, and this is no exception.

  21. Lee Strangely Avatar
    Lee Strangely

    Maddy’s Horrifically Wonderful Plan
    by Lee Strangely

    The night was warm, and the ground, with everything on it, damp. While the “Harrison County Cemetery” sign whipped around in the wind, bolts of lightning occasionally providing light. Beneath the wet grass and the slippery mud, Maddy dug deeper.

    “Buford!” she shouted, “time?!”

    Buford searched his dirt filled pockets while continuing to stare aimlessly into the pit below. He soon fished out an old pocket watch.

    As another bolt lit the sky, he looked through its cracked glass, answering back, “Nine minutes… remaining.”

    Another flash above revealed his pale complexion, along with the gaping hole where his right eye would’ve been, going on though and out the back of his head.

    “I’ve got a good feeling about this one Buford,” Maddy declared while continuing to lob shovelfuls of earth into the air, “this one will be different!”

    “How is this corpse, different, from the others?”

    “I’m so glad you asked!” she bubbled, “Now first off, this is why I keep you around. Even without imagination or even feelings of any kind, you’re the only one that ever asks me things like this. And secondly, until now, I assumed the curse jumped to the nearest person when the intended victim died early. Though now I realize I wrong. There is a pattern…”

    “What is, the pattern?” he grumbled.

    “Blood Buford, the pattern is blood!” she explained with the excitement of an overly passionate school teacher, “when the target dies early, it then moves on to the nearest living relative, in this case me. In order to avoid it I just need to find another, closer, relative.”

    “But, you are his, only living relative…”

    “Not for long!”

    THUNK

    The hit sent a jolt through the shovel and Maddy with it. She quickly brushed off the remaining soil to reveal the casket’s door. She immediately yanked it open.

    “What better relative than the one who started this mess,” she muttered.

    “BUFORD!” she demanded, “get the glowy crystal thing… and the jumper cables!”

    As he complied, she stared at the body, “Sorry Dad… You opened this can of worms, now lie in it.”

    1. Okay first and foremost, I love Maddy already, she’s one charismatic mad scientist.

      The phrase “gaping hole where his right eye would’ve been, going on though and out the back of his head.” is an wonderfully efficientt way to say “hey this guy is basically a zombie” and the “this is why I keep you around” instantly explains the dynamic these two characters have with each other.

      Now I don’t have much to critique here, the scene is well-set, the story is engaging and the characters are pretty damn cool. All I can really nitpick on is the use of “bubbled”? which caugh me off guard and made me wonder if that’s a word that fits in the context or not (it may, but I personally haven’t seen it used before)

      The second thing is more funny that worrisome but with the THUNK combined with “You are the only living relative -> not for long” the first though I had was DID BUFORD JUST KILL MADDY!?
      Obviously not what happened but I had to read the next line, then go back to go “oh okay that makes more sense”

      Awesome story, keep up the good work ^^

    2. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      That was very fun to follow. Love Maddy and Buford, love their dynamic, and love the whole premise of it. The scene is very well made, the energetic (maniac, to be more precise) tone of Maddy is amazing) and having a zombie around not to do the heavy work, but mostly to serve as assistance and discuss ideas around is quite funny. My only gripe with it would be the placement of commas in Buford dialogue. I imagined they are there to convey his speech being slow, and that may be very nit-picky and a matter of preference, but I think maybe ellipses would be less intrusive. Anyway, very nit-picky.

      The whole idea of “no more blood relatives to pass on the curse, well, no problem; nothing a bit of mad science does not solve” is amazing.

      Great tale there!

    3. Hyperion Avatar
      Hyperion

      That is a pretty gravely story, hehe, and I enjoy that the best way to solve the sins of the father than to awake the culprit from the dead.

      I really enjoyed her upbeat victor frankstain vibe with all the lighting and even screaming for her servant for help in doing one task or another the crucial moment.

      Also if internet memes know anything is about how fathers and jumper cables goes hand in hand, now it seen the table had been turned against him.

      My mental image of how the next scene will play out is very similar to back from the future with using lighting to do a very wack experiment.

      I enjoyed the character and want to see more of her and buford.

    4. DaLeen Avatar
      DaLeen

      This was a very fun read. I especially love Maddy and this crazy scientist feel not only she has, but that whole setting has. You notice right from the start that something “wrong”, something unnatural is about to happen.
      And that last line about the can of worms is just genius, if you ask me.

      I only noticed (on the second read) that you’re probably missing a “was” when Maddy says “Though now I realize I wrong. There is a pattern…”
      But that doesn’t take away from the enjoyment.

      Thank you for writing and sharing this piece!

  22. DaLeen Avatar
    DaLeen

    What He Did
    By Taja DaLeen

    “Your Highness, I am so sorry for bothering you with this trivial problem.”

    The young halfblood almost cowered before this demonic entity. He never thought he would find himself face to face with the ruler of the Other World. Everyone knew just how powerful they were.

    Even more so than all those other higher demons currently present. Asmodis’ throne room pulsed with magic. It even curled around him in purple swirls.

    Hesitantly he spoke up again. “Apparently there is a curse upon my family, I already consulted a witch. He said to lift it, I needed a strand of your hair, your Majesty.”

    He was afraid. Asmodis still only regarded him with a look he couldn’t read, but seemed like they saw right into his soul. It made him squeamish, and his skin itchy.

    Right when he thought it would be better to leave, for he couldn’t take any more staring, the High Demon of Magic spoke.

    “And why is it that your family is cursed?”

    He didn’t expect that question. And it did nothing to ease his nerves.

    “I… am afraid I do not know.”

    “Then find out, and come again after.”

    The halfblood gulped, but didn’t dare say anything more. He just left in a hurry, his head low; almost like he had to flee the throne room.

    A short while after, their second in command spoke up. “You know exactly who that was, no?”

    Asmodis chuckled, resting their chin upon their palm. “Of course, I’d recognize those eyes everywhere. That was His kid.”

    Astarte raised one of his eyebrows. To the demon lord it was obvious what he wanted to ask, they’ve known each other for more than long enough after all.

    “Oh come on.” They laughed heartily. “Am I not allowed to have a little more fun with this?”

    Their counterpart sighed. “Of course. But still, do you even intend to help the kid?”

    “Sure I will.” Asmodis yawned, sprawling on their throne. “I just wanna know if he’ll come back; if he thinks what his father did can be forgiven at all.”

    1. Sniperaxiom Avatar
      Sniperaxiom

      I like Asmodis a lot. It’s interesting how you described the feeling of his eyes on the half blood. It adds another layer of sinisterness to him. The taste of a history between Asmodis and the half bloods father is placed well. It feels extremely natural with Astarte questioning if Asmodis knew who the half blood was. The fact that Asmodis knew who the kid was also explains his actions toward him. The whole atmosphere of the scene just works. Great job!

    2. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      That drips ominous! The ambience was very well built, the tension of the the encounter is incredibly well conveyed. Pretty interesting. And the whole weight of the formal interaction then supplanted with the very trivial way in which the conversation between Asmodis and Astarte happens is great.

      I wonder on the possibilities of who can be the father and what he has done. When reading that he was His son, that capital H made me think of a god, and then imagining the High Demon of Magic considering an act of a god unforgivable was a very pleasant thought. But there is a lot open to what the crime and the god could be, that makes the story more intriguing.

      That was a very good story!

    3. Very interesting setup you’ve created here. Asmodis comes across as not only menacing through the eyes of the halfblood, but also as something ethereal, beyond reach, even. It creates a really intense atmosphere I really like.

      The second half of this story tells a lot about the characters of both Asmodis and Astarte. They seem to enjoy messing with the halfblood (maybe even other people in general). Also, forcing the halfblood to go out and uncover the sins of his father on his own may be even crueler than just telling him. Interesting characterization.

      Well written!

    4. Hahahaha! This is cool. Making the cursed person discover the why of the curse whilst also knowing it was well deserved.

      Maybe the kid doesn’t deserve the curse, but these are demons responsible for it and they don’t care lol.

      I have a good fascination with curses, prophecies, and other manipulations of mortal fates, so this was a good read 😀

    5. Hyperion Avatar
      Hyperion

      Devlish done I may say. A pretty interesing concept, having to deal with not only the curse but try to uncover the origin of the curse. If was another story setting like fairy I could imagine that the uncovering of the reason would be done to make the character grow but looking at the demonic air around I can only guess it will be a miserable experience and very dangerous. But who knows what the future await this literally cursed being.

      I liked the “higher demons” and how they are familiar with his father, it gives a vague devil may cry vibes how others demons talk about Sparda and disregard his halfblood sons.

      Overall a great read and interesting concept, good job.

  23. The Missing Link Avatar
    The Missing Link

    Revelations
    By: The Missing Link

    “No.”

    “No? What do you mean no?”

    “Really not many things it can mean. I’m not gonna do it.”

    Father got that look in his eye, wonderful.

    “Now son, I thought I made this…” I picked up my game. He’d be on this for hours, “Put that vile thing down. I’ve been telling you those things make you soft.”

    “I like them.”

    “I swear,” Father started.

    “To who, God?”

    He tried to regain his composure, but he was still fuming, quite literally too. “I’ve shown you your whole life, haven’t I? How they deserve it. I didn’t give you the internet for nothing.”

    “I’ve met some nice people there.”

    “Nice people,” he spat, “So nice people would get in the way of the very reason you were born.”

    “Can we not go there again?”

    “We’ll go wherever in hell I say we go.”

    “Why? What did you ever do for me?”

    “What? Do for you? I brought you into this world. I fed you, clothed you, taught you everything you know.”

    “And?”

    “I made you that dog, didn’t I? A companion to help fulfill your true purpose.”

    “It had seven heads and tried to eat my friends. What is it with you and giving everything seven heads?”

    “Enough! I am your father, and you will do what I say!”

    I sighed, “You know, my friends told me you were like this. I told them they were wrong… I guess I was the fool, but in the end, I choose my family, and I won’t choose wrong again. Begone Satan, and don’t ever dare to hurt them again.”

    1. Lunabear Avatar
      Lunabear

      Man, Missing. I love the humor in this piece. It feels very much like a typical father son argument until you get down to around the middle part. Then you start noticing some not so human dialogue, which I truly love.

      Now I understand the in context dialogue that you put in the refinery before.

      “Begone, Satan” is probably my favorite line in the entire piece. That and the seven heads thing. It’s really difficult when your father is the literal incarnation of evil, and he is using the “I brought you into this world” spiel in an attempt to guilt you into doing what he wants. That’s rough, buddy.

      I really enjoy this piece overall. Lots of good humor, and I totally understand the son wanting to choose his own family. It’s very much like that for a lot of people on The Tale Foundry. Really great story. I can’t wait to see what you post next. Thank you very much for writing and sharing this one.

    2. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      “I can’t pause on online game to start the apocalypse, Father. It’s an online game!”

      This was really fun, Link. The conversation felt so natural (despite where it would end up going) and there is a lot of very good humor in there (“I swear” “To who, God?”… that was fantastic).

      The flow is very good, the jokes are pretty spot on, the whole mundanity of the way the argument start and then proceeds to the epicness at the end; both are really very well explored and well presented. Beautifully constructed.

      Reminded me a bit of Good Omens (the premise and the “solution” are eerily similar, though the execution is entirely different). And that’s high praise in my book!

  24. Skeleton Avatar
    Skeleton

    Waste not; Want not. (The Will)
    By Skeleton

    “Remember, Zaila: the entire body can be used. The meat is meat—you know what to do with that, I’m sure! Bones can be boiled for broth. Hide can be used for clothes and in some cases, armour. The organs can be used as bait and depending on the monster, some specialty substances can be extracted and used in combat. You’re familiar with the neurotoxin produced by manticore barbs, yes? The head can be sold for quite the sum of cash if you’re short and find the right buyer. Yea, that’s it! Your knife skills are improving remarkably—you’re a quick study!”

    His proud smile still haunted Zaila. Every corner of her memory was plagued with the image of his crooked teeth, lips wide with joy. Every bonfire reminded her of his hand on her head, patting the knowledge he had imparted to her deep into her very being. Every strand of black hair filled her heart with fool’s hope.

    And now she was burning the bodies he left behind.

    She could feel the eyes of hate from her countrymen and women standing behind her, rallying to the one person who could defeat the Sufferer. They had family torn from them—friendships that had lasted a lifetime gone in one evening. An entire city reduced to a display of architecture and nothing more. Anger and vengeance permeated the air as they awaited the torch in her claw to descend and light the mass grave.

    But Zaila simply could not do it: she was still trying to process what had happened. The soft comfort of a feather ruptured the stasis of the dragoness’ mind. Zaila looked over to her avonis companion, her reassuring look reawakening the dragoness to the duty that must be performed.

    As the corpses embodied the hate that irradiated Ol’en, Sage spoke kindly to her commander. “We’ll make him pay, your Highness.”

    Zaila bit her lip and kept her remark to herself. No monster ever left a body behind, especially not Eymir.

    So… why had he?

    1. Lunabear Avatar
      Lunabear

      I really enjoy the story a lot, Skeleton. I love how you build the emotion and it has a spiraling outward from internal to external. At first, Zaila’s internal memories are very happy and fond, but then her thoughts become melancholy and then we spiral externally to the scene when the reveal happens, and it becomes dark. I love the flow; it’s incredibly natural and really intense.

      To leave such a burden on a child, regardless of age, is a bit callous, even if it wasn’t intentional. She essentially takes up his mantle and must clean up his mess, even though the mess she’s cleaning up goes against everything he taught her. So that’s definitely not common for him, and that would indicate a sign of stress or duress or some type of clue to look deeper into.

      I really enjoy the world building here, also. It gives us just enough to keep the reader invested while also expanding the world a tad bit without sacrificing the mystery or the heaviness or the intensity of the story. That is incredibly impressive to do in such a short word limit. Bravo. I am super excited to see what you post next. Thank you very much for writing and sharing this.

    2. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      That was ominous. Specially considering the return of that mantra from the previous story, which automatically got me into thinking what the monster of this piece might be… and then the description of Zaila and the others around her… I might be wrong on my assumption, but that does seem very ominous and very tragic.

      The build up is incredible well done, and the questions the tale leave us with are very intriguing. Specially considering that the whole complete use of the body described in the beginning might be seem as very utilitarian or as very considerate (the title points to both, I’d say), and then… there are bodies left. And we know the monsters don’t leave bodies behind (and wait, the monsters are the utilitarian ones, the ones who care not to waste? that’s fascinating commentary)….

      Great tale!

    3. Hyperion Avatar
      Hyperion

      Great story, leaving a open question at the end really brought everything into one nice concise story. I’m very envious of such ability my story still lack this kind of thematic unity.

      I like the expressing ” his hand on her head, patting the knowledge he had imparted to her” because it imply that he wasn’t caring for herself but for whatever tool he might be helping taking shape.

      But that leave the part of the “fools hope” open, was it something specific that he promised her by following his advices or was just the generic good adventures that she believed like a fool.

      Pretty good story hope to see more later.

  25. Skeletons in the closet.

    “So those men kidnaped Mother, and are doing who knows what, with her, because you killed their comrades 90 years back?” Gerardo asked his father one couldn’t tell at first, but he was furious with him. Why didn’t his father tell him this? Why didn’t he say anything?

    “You know son people like us carry old grudges? I was a double agent during the cold war, I made friends with them, a genuine friendship.” His father said his short red hair and beard didn’t conceal his leaf-like ears, however, like Gerardo, he carried special equipment in his ears to not suffer the consequences of their extremely strong senses “once I have all the info I….. I backstabbed them all.”

    His son only shook his head in anger “How could you do that?! if it was genuine why didn’t you-!”

    “Escape?” His father asked rhetorically, then they were followed up by tears “If I have gone rogue back then, they would track me down and have me killed!… I didn’t want you to grow fatherless.”

    Gerardo was seeing the pleading eyes of his father, asking for forgiveness, they were the eyes of a tired veteran, perhaps that’s why he had night terrors and drank like a sailor.

    Gerardo’s embers of anger subsided to a manageable level, but they were far from completely smothering the burning sensation in his chest.

    “Just so we are Clear father, I. am. not. done with this conversation,” Gerardo the 25 years old elf has a determined look in his eyes “once we rescue mother, after this, you will tell me all of it!”

    “Of course,… of course, you have all the rights to know,” His father said, ” but before we do it, I need to go to the house basement.”

    “For what?” Gerardo asked.

    “For my old equipment,” His father said with the same burning fire Gerardo has behind his eyes, yet more controlled, tranquil, like he suddenly changed from that imperfect. However, warm drunken man into somebody else.” this old man still had a trick up his sleeve son.”

    1. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      The presentation of the whole situation and the characters is very interesting, and the pace at which we slowly start to understand (or at least imagine) what kind of creature they might be is also a very nice point of the story. I particularly love the way it ends, the prospect of how that story would develop from them (a veteran and young man in a mission to rescue a loved one; they are elves, they are father and sun; and they are ready to do what must be done).

      Also, that particular sentence was specially evocative: “Gerardo’s embers of anger subsided to a manageable level, but they were far from completely smothering the burning sensation in his chest.” Goosebumps.

      I think what would make the piece flow a little bit better was a bit more of attention to the punctuation. The message surely is conveyed as it is, but a revision to it would make the reading and staying immersed in the story a bit easier.

      1. I thought I fixed the punctuation issue by reading this outlaout, looks like still need more practice on that part.

        still thanks for the feedback

    2. Hyperion Avatar
      Hyperion

      Great idea, have sins of the father literally come to haunt the character is pretty good specially when it was in such gray area like being a double agent.

      I specially like how they are rather similar but the father have alot more of the subdued hatred and experience compared with his son and how that would play out.

      However, if you would allow me to point a few things. I suck at grammar so take my sugestions with a big grain of salt. But I saw some unusual things that may have mistyped.
      -I believe you forgot the “L” in closet on the title.
      -is “Mon” the name of the character or is the younger character mom and you mistyped?
      – I think in the very first line I think the first comma should come before “because”. I think that rarely you have comma followed by “and”, as well I think the full expression is ” doing who knows what with her” so probably there is no comma there.
      It would be something like
      “So those men kidnaped Mon(mom?) and are doing who knows what with her, because you(…)”
      I could be wrong so if you believe is ok I take your word for it.
      – In the first paragraph, I believe that after “father” need a full stop before start explaining his emotion toward his father. Maybe you could even change position to make it more clear, otherwise the reader might think that it was his father that one couldn’t tell at first, like how elf long life make very difficult to tell children from parent apart.
      Two options are
      >(…)90 years back?” Gerardo asked his father. One couldn’t tell at first, but he was furious with him.
      >(…)90 years back?” One couldn’t tell at first, but Gerardo was furious with his father.(…)

      – In the 2nd paragraph, shouldn’t it be “son, you know that people like us carry old grudges?” that first “you know?” doesn’t seem to be tied with the son previous question.
      – Friendship is probably full stop and not comma.
      – Like the first paragraph, I think a full stop after “Said” would be better to separate the 2 ideas or find a way to mix the 2 ideas. For example:
      > genuine friendship.”His father said. His short red hair(…)
      >genuine friendship.” His father said while pulling his short red hair(…)

      – I think the word is “Escape”
      – I believe that exclamation point after “Then” is unecessery, unless you the character pontuate it with something for example:
      >“If I have gone rogue back then, Can you imagine!, they would(…)
      >”“If I have gone rogue back then, fuck!, they would(…)

      – The (”) is probably in the wrong side in 8 paragraph before the “but”.

      Regardless is a great piece and this are just very small things that maybe not even wrong to beging with. So you can ignore it.

      1. thanks for the suggestion Hyperion I took them into consideration.

        also, I based this on movies that involve espionage, and the consequences of said past bitting the characters much later in life.

  26. You Reap What You Sow (It’s Always Sunny in Olympus: The Titan Years)
    By Alexsander Edwards

    The old farmer – or “Harvester,” as he’d rather be known- worked his fields with pride.

    Swinging his scythe and cutting the crops felt natural to him. No, more than natural. The feeling went beyond bliss or joy. He was meant for this, born for it. Working the fields was his very nature, as far as he was concerned.

    The Harvester stopped for a moment, pressing his left hand against his stomach, fighting a sudden burning sensation and pain. That feeling had become more and more common over the past few days, almost like he’d eaten a handful of rocks – no doubt a side-effect of his rather unconventional diet in recent months, though a necessary one. He wasn’t just a farmer, after all, but also a leader – and leaders must make certain sacrifices to stay in power.

    Taking a deep breath, he looked up at the open skies. Their endless blue tapestry painted with white specks always reminded him of his father, for better or worse. Something in him made him hate that man, once driving him to violence. He’d taken one of his trusty scythes and attacked his own father, who was now deposed – though not truly dead, given his divine status.

    The Harvester blinked. Something in the sky – a small speck – caught his attention. It appeared to increase in size the more he watched, slowly taking shape. Was that… a man?

    Two powerful sources of light emanated from the sides of the falling man, who slowly came more and more into focus as gravity brought him downwards. The falling man’s face took form – he didn’t look any older than seventeen, albeit with a perfectly-chiseled beard that implied a much older age.

    The bearded man’s eyes focused on the Harvester, who slowly realized the bright lights came from two bolts of lightning held like spears.

    The wind howled past the man’s head, stroking his geometric beard and announcing his presence. He aimed his bolts at the Harvester’s stomach, and, once he knew his voice would be heard, he yelled: “Cowabunga!”

    1. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      I almost feel bad to have noticed what was going on and who we are following in the story when the burning sensation “almost as if he had eaten a handful of rocks” was mentioned. Regardless of that, the execution still maintains a lot of the sense of surprise on how things will unfold (and ending the whole piece with that particular exclamation as the battle cry was amazing). Really interesting take, and very well made. And I’m still surprised I had not imagined that particular clusterf**k of a family and its propensity for generational repetition to be an amazing proposition for this particular prompt to begin with.

      Also, what a brilliant choice of title.

      Great story as always, Eddy!

    2. Hyperion Avatar
      Hyperion

      hehe, I didn’t expected ninja turtles reference at the end but I enjoyed regardless.

      I guess there is few mythological story about the sins of the father more famous than cronus and zeus or better “The Harvester”. Until halfway I was unsure but when I read the part about being a leader just after “eating a rock” It was clear. And the rest of the references was also pretty on point that is very nice.

      Haversters title may be just as effective title as cronus, as both carry the scythe and his relationship with the earth goddess make it very fitting indeed.

      I however failed with the “geometric beard” maybe is just simple description but I thought that could be a vague reference to how greek art had a very geometric style.

      Nicely done.

    3. ok I like this not only for the joke at the end, but how well written it is. At the beggining I didnt event notice this was Cronos becouse I didnt read the titel, and the weird descriptions but its rather a positive than a negative, I quite like it.

    4. I’ve never heard of a “chiseled beard”, but I get your meaning.

      At first, I thought you were writing about Death, though that depiction might be a little off brand for this universe. But once you mentioned the stomach pains, I was like, “Ah, that’s where we’re going.”

      Honestly I like the image of Zeus duel wielding lightning spears, and the yell of “Cowabunga” is definitely fitting.

      I’d honestly like to see the fight, but in all honesty that’s least important part of all of this.

  27. Tamela Redfin Avatar
    Tamela Redfin

    Does he know yet? (Helen’s Tale)

    By Tamela Redfin

    It was night when I heard a knocking at the door. I opened it to feel my blood freeze. “Hallo Helen.”

    “W-what are you doing in my apartment?” I stammered.

    “I wanted to talk about something. It’s Nora.” He grinned.

    “What about her? Also, I told you…”

    “From a scientific approach, she looks more like if you combined our DNA than if you combined your DNA with Maxwell’s. Very pale skinned.”

    “Pure coincidence.” I replied, trying to remain even toned, despite my rapid heartbeat.

    “Really? Look at your other daughter, Mally. She looks a lot like your husband. Also…” He winked, “Remember that one night in Snos?”

    I collapsed under my own weight. “Augen…please.”

    “So she is mine? Why don’t I see my beautiful daughter? She’s not like my grey skinned bastards.”

    I used the doorframe to hoist myself up. “No! She will never meet you.”

    “Why not? I could raise her to be my lab partner. Daddy’s little girl.”

    “That doesn’t even sound like you! Listen! When I was a kid, my parents split because they thought Cora wasn’t theirs. I’m not splitting a family so you can live some twisted fantasy and brainwash MY DAUGHTER.”

    He took a step back. “Even when I’m good I’m still the bad guy.”

    “Good guy? Do you remember what you did? Get out or I will tell Cora you broke in. I also have cameras so this time she’ll believe me.”

    “Geez fine.” He muttered something and left. This wouldn’t be over.

    I peeked into Nora’s room to see her fast asleep. She’ll never suffer like I did. I told myself.

    1. Lunabear Avatar
      Lunabear

      Feldspar is a complete bastard, no bones about it. Helen is doing everything to protect her child. Kudos. I hope Nora doesn’t turn out like him.

      Nice job, Tamela. Can’t wait to see what you post next. Thank you for writing and sharing this one.

      1. Tamela Redfin Avatar
        Tamela Redfin

        Yes he is. Also, I think the most Nora will have in common with her father are two things:
        1. Pale Skin
        2. A love for science (Although she wouldn’t hurt anyone to complete her goals, unless they hurt someone she loved)

        Also, thanks for the read Luna :3

    2. Maxwell and Augen are like minds. Helen has terrible luck with men [I endorse her finding happiness in an alternate relationship]

      My recommend for Helen versus Augen AND Maxwell. End them. End them and keep on ending them until they stop coming back. And yes, I understand how this can be tricky when Augen’s involved.

      Augen? You are never “good”. Stop claiming you are.

      1. Tamela Redfin Avatar
        Tamela Redfin

        I assure you she will find happiness.

        Maxwell will be easier to end. Drop him in a pit of something. Wheeeee! No more Maxwell. 🙂 Augen, I don’t think Helen can do alone.

        And yes, Augen is never the good guy. On notes of me, I actually wrote him down as: Chaotic Evil as opposed to Cora’s Lawful/Neutral Evil and Helen’s Neutral Good.

    3. DaLeen Avatar
      DaLeen

      I really liked this one. To be completely honest, I usually don’t enjoy your stories as much, cause they feel too rushed, as if you try to put too much into those 350 words, but this does not. (Yay for improvement.)
      Also, you already had me with that first line. What kind of person would knock in the middle of the night? Surely not a good one. And you did really well in making Auspen seem creepy as hell in here. (And as a mother myself I get that need to protect your child, no matter the threat. I hope this turns out well.)

      Thank you for writing and sharing!

    4. Hyperion Avatar
      Hyperion

      Very nice. This “father” really doesn’t come out as just a father that was taken the chance to know he had a daughter just because him and the mother didn’t endup in good terms. But he does sound more akin to the mad scientist type that is doing it more to attack the mother than his real interest in his flesh and blood.

      However is really trick situation that probably reading the rest of the story would come more clearly, but at least in this short story is clear that he did something but the reader is left unsure if he really doesn’t care about his daughter or that is just have a very twisted way to show his fatherly instint and the mother is overreacting because his past mistakes.

      Regardless a very difficult situation, all parts involved. that is some very interesrting story, amazing job.

    5. ok first of real dark and dramatic, second wow that guy has issues. but I really like Helen trying to defend her daughter from that presumably the father in this case, which is concerning since I can see he is a twisted person, and I like how Helen fended him off. this also Is full of strong feelings all around. I quite like it. well made.

    6. “Even when I’m good I’m the bad guy”

      What part of this is “good” exactly?

      This is one of those things I could see starting a more subtle, realistic, villain origin story. But Augen is way passed that point and I’m pretty sure he enjoys it, so, I doubt he cares about still being the Bad Guy.

  28. Calliope Rannis Avatar
    Calliope Rannis

    A Legacy Withering In Sunlight (Nyx’s Story)
    By Calliope Rannis

    My father was a good man. Some would even say a great man.

    He was born within the deep depths of the earth, where his entire clan had once lived. Their lives were harsh, uncertain, and short – to die of old age was a privilege hard-earned.

    He was stubborn, ambitious, willing to take risks that nobody else would. So one day, he strode out into the beyond, and higher than any of his people had ever reached.

    He was the first of his clan to see sunlight in over a thousand years. But rather than flee into the surface’s warm embrace, he chose to turn back. To lead his entire damn clan up to see the sky.

    He saved them all. The Murnor clan lives longer and happier than ever before.

    But after all that? He found Mother. And he brought me into being.

    Me. Stubborn, like him. Ambitious, like him. Reckless and uncaring of whatever risk, just as he once was.

    But unlike him, I didn’t have anywhere to place my ambitions. Nothing to aim for, nothing to work towards. How do I climb to the surface to gain a better life, when I already started there to begin with?

    He wanted me to be happy. But I was too stubborn to accept that happiness.

    The dangers he faced didn’t scare him enough to stop. And what I saw, what I did, wasn’t enough to stop me either.

    His ambition was to save his entire clan. My ambition only served to better myself.

    He climbed and climbed, and in the end he got to see the sun. I climbed and climbed, and now the sun hurts my eyes with but the slightest glance.

    How many people did he save? Dozens, maybe even a hundred?

    …and how many people have I killed?

    My father was a good man. His quirks and his traits are what made him the hero of my clan.

    But I inherited those same traits, that same nature he possessed. And in my bloodied hands, those marks of a hero became the flaws of a monster.

    1. Skeleton Avatar
      Skeleton

      It’s interesting to view the sins of the father as inherited traits! While I’m not too familiar with the characters presented and the overarching story, I must say that the ominous overtones throughout give me chills. It culminates in an ending that really hammers home the true depth of what Nyx has done and the legacy she’s corrupted. The first person perspective also makes it seems as if this is Nyx reminiscing, almost as if she partially regrets what she’s done. It adds depth to the character, and I appreciate a character that can look back and see where they have come from.

      Even still, I feel as if something is missing slightly. A bit more context into the inciting incident would further evolve the emotional aspect of this piece, I think. This would work especially well since Nyx is already looking back at their life. Although with the word constraints, I can understand why that would be difficult to include.

      Regardless, fabulously well done!

      (This comment is a re-post from the private chat, as I have no idea how the bot works when registering likes and comments.)

    2. Sniperaxiom Avatar
      Sniperaxiom

      Okay, I really like this! I started reading with no idea where it was going! The ending was great. I love the premise. Comparing how the same traits can drive a character toward good or bad. Without an outlet the energy and power behind the traits can erupt with deviation as something bad. I think if you could have expanded on some things more it would have been even better. It’s cool how much emotion you were able to get through with so little writing.

      1. Calliope Rannis Avatar
        Calliope Rannis

        Thank you for the review! ^w^

        I am glad you love the premise! I really wish I could have expanded on this more, but I had already cut 300 words from my first draft, and didn’t have much space to add any more detail sadly. But I am glad it was so effective for you anyway! 😀

    3. Arith_Winterfell Avatar
      Arith_Winterfell

      I love how this story explores the themes of traits between Nyx and her father. Elements of personality like stubbornness, struggle, and ambition to make a better future. Then how it explores how her father’s journey rescued their whole clan bringing them into the light of day. Contrasting herself to having those same drives, but choosing only to focus on her own life expectancy and it driving her to pursue extended life span via becoming something semi-undead. Most of all, her heartfelt struggle with how her father saved so many, and she wonders just how many lives she has already taken.

      I can only say this is a really good piece because of its set up of exploring how character traits can pass from one generation to the next, but how individual decisions in turn take those traits and turn them to darker ends which at some level Nyx is ashamed of. That makes this a very interesting story as a retrospective into Nyx’s past and lineage.

    4. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      That’s a great take on the prompt, and a great presentation on how Nyx character think of herself. The whole idea that the sins of the father here is that he set the bar too high and Nyx does not have means or escapes through which to pursue such grand or idealistic ambitions… that’s amazing.

      There are so many constructions of parallels in the story that are very well made that it would take too much time and space to comment each, but let me just pick my favorite example and say that the very literal (although also metaphorical) climb of Nix’s father towards the surface and towards the sun with his clan being contrasted with the more social/personal climb Nyx made that makes the sun a sore view (literally now)… that’s very well done.

      Great tale, great continuation on a great sequence!

    5. Hyperion Avatar
      Hyperion

      Pretty interesting story. I didn’t think there was a way to make a “good father” mix with the sins of the father prompt but you showed another way to think about it and I’m impressed.

      I can’t help but by the imagery expressed to think the myth of icarus and how get too close to the sun after not listen to their father wishes, isn’t doing that character any good as the sunlight is now blinding and may mean that it is losing their way.

      Is the father failures to guide the character the sin or maybe the character is the sin itself because it was birthed by this father and caused destruction to others. There are many possibility all of them pretty interesting even if they aren’t really what you are going for.

      I liked the story very nicely done.

    6. MacBoiZen Avatar
      MacBoiZen

      Oooo, I love the twist you’ve put on the prompt. Turning the admirable and noble traits that the father exemplified into the horrible and messy traits of the son is a really cool idea. The contrast between just one generation is also intriguing. Would absolutely love to see more of what happens in this scenario.

      1. MacBoiZen Avatar
        MacBoiZen

        *er daughter, my bad lol

    7. This was a great inversion of the prompt. And beautiful prose.

      It’s funny how a drive for greatness can drive people into darkness if “greatness” doesn’t have a clear definition. The road to hell is paved with good intentions and all that. Though, not always good intentions.

    8. Cromillea Avatar
      Cromillea

      This was great take on the prompt! The part where she says that she had no goal to direct her ambition to really caught me. The daughter was born into her father’s success and it seems that she relied on him greatly for guidance in her life.

      I think that the path the daughter was led down was a sin paved with good intentions. The part about the sun hurting the child’s eyes sounds as if they cannot enjoy their achievements without thinking of the costs.

      The idea that everyday people are capable of great good and evil seem to fit well with this more personal perspective of the father. Well done!

  29. ThatWeirdFish Avatar
    ThatWeirdFish

    Bloodline (The Depths Files)
    By ThatWeirdFish, and reviewed by Alex. (CW: Violence and Coarse Language)

    Flying in the city was always risky because of his underdeveloped wings, but Snuffles needed it tonight. He grimaced and pushed himself faster, twisting through scaffolding and around corners as the wind seared his frustration away.

    The ambush struck while Snuffles swerved next to an opera house. He and his assailant crashed into the stonework with a sickening crunch as Snuffles’ right horn snapped on impact. Grabbing the nearest window ledge as they fell, he swung through the glass and rolled hard to dislodge his attacker.

    They clung to him as hunter and prey tumbled over the dance studio floor. Snuffles staggered to his feet and grunted in pain as the attacker sunk their fangs into his neck. That and the stench of their musky perfume cued Snuffles into precisely who he was fighting.

    “Rotten leech!” He yelled and slammed his back into the railing and mirror wall to his right. The vampire gasped and slumped off, but Snuffles knew that even a broken back wouldn’t stop this bastard.

    “You’ve… gotten better….” The pale figure wheezed as his spine snapped back into place.

    “What do you want, Absalom?” Snuffles snarled, his fists raised and wings pinned close in a fighting stance above him.

    “Come now. I’m sure your family taught you a grander vocabulary than that.” Absalom chuckled dryly and cracked his neck.

    “I know yours forgot to teach you manners.”

    “And yours neglected honor, just like your father.”

    Absalom dusted the glass shards off his sleeves before attempting to stand. An action savagely denied by Snuffles’ fist to his face.

    “He had more honor in his shit than your pathetic clan ever had!”

    Absalom growled and kicked Snuffle’s knees out from under him. The demon fell and rolled to face Absalom, posed like a lion threatening to pounce with wings fanned out slightly on instinct.

    Absolom stood back deftly, haloed by the moonlight bleeding into the room. There was a tense moment as Absalom’s cold golds glared down into Snuffle’s rose pinks, sharp breaths the only sound echoing in the space.

    “Bold words for a murderer’s son,” Absalom hissed.

    1. Lunabear Avatar
      Lunabear

      A very action heavy piece, Fish. There’s a great sense of scope and landscape here, while also giving both characters a distinctive voice. It also keeps the action flowing quite well, and it’s very immersive. You also managed to get some very good descriptions of Snuffles and Absalom in such a short piece. Very nicely done.

      I honestly want to see more of these two, and I am very curious about what Snuffles’ father did. I know that’s not the point of this piece, but I’m just curious. It just means I want to see more of this world. Lol.

      I also appreciate you showing the vampire takes damage. He’s not as invincible as his kind has been portrayed in media. A very lovely little detail.

      Absolom stood back deftly, haloed by the moonlight bleeding into the room. (This is a really great description)

      The demon fell and rolled to face Absalom, posed like a lion threatening to pounce with wings fanned out slightly on instinct. (This isn’t a critique; just something I wanted to point out. While “posed” works here just fine, I’m wondering if you meant “poised”, as in ready for the next attack. I was just curious. Also, it’s another striking image.)

      Critiques:

      “Rotten leech!” (h)e yelled and slammed his back into the railing and mirror wall to his right.

      Abs(a)lom stood back deftly, haloed by the moonlight bleeding into the room.

      A really fun, fast-paced, engaging story overall. I’m very excited to see if you continue this particular storyline, which I sincerely hope you do. I’m also excited to see what you post next time. Thank you very much for writing and sharing this one.

    2. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      Well, usually I’m not particularly fond of fight descriptions, but this sequence of events seems to have just the amount of significance through the whole interactions and is so well written that I can’t help but enjoy it.

      Your environmental descriptions are very evocative, and the way you build the scene has a kind of cinematic or picturesque feel to it. It is very easy to visualize some shots of the scene described and imagine the action flowing through this images. Quite an interesting effect.

      And there is a lot that stays with the reader of all that is implied but not explained. That’s s very good tale there!

    3. Hyperion Avatar
      Hyperion

      Oh very action heavy, and suffering from your father being a murder is very fitting for the theme. And you can see the emotions with minimal description that is pretty good as well raise the question if is really a murder or is some fake news.

      As well another question, is him just a “normal murder” because the existence of fantastical races and probably magic, simple killing may not been seen in the same severity as killing a specific protected group or maybe it was the means how he murded other that matters. Like how in Vampire the Masquerade killing is rather common but diablerie is a taboo.

      Also I’m not familiar with demons biology, but if is anything like RL biology I believe that breaking your horn is the kind of crippling pain that is hard to pass. But I could be wrong.

      Regardless pretty good story.

  30. Be Certain Thy Sins Will Find Thee Out (A Tiefling Tale/Cordelia’s Journey) [From Private]
    C. M. Weller

    Two guards were holding his hands on a specially commissioned artifact. Two more guards kept him on his knees before his worst nightmare become flesh. The spawn of the Whitekeep Curse sat above him on the Blood Throne.

    His firstborn son. EARL Kormwind Arachis Felbourne Whitekeep, ninth of the name. Lighting the Earl’s hall to its fullest with the blood-red light. A sign that he had earned his title.

    “Valliant Stormwight Hallowfine Whitekeep, third of the name. Baronet of Arachis,” the title for retired Earls. “You have heard evidence authenticated by the stone of truth before you.”

    How much had that abomination paid to have this thing made? Petrified wood that was imbued and engraved with the oldest and strongest magical sigil for truth. Valiant knew for a fact that anyone touching it could not lie by any means. Not even by telling the incomplete truth.

    Trust a Tiefling to know about lies.

    “You have heard testimony and truth from everyone around you,” the Demon Lord of Whitekeep continued. “From the lowest Castle Boy through your serving staff, and even unto the Marchess Bellarin, who you deceived to cause another harm. Against. Your. Oath. Even your Barons have found you to be an oathbreaker, a deceiver, a traitor to the realm, and a vile, vainglorious vermin turned human being. I ask you now, before all you have betrayed, what truths do you have to your defense?”

    He wanted to say so much. He wanted to plead to the gods that he had done everything he could to prevent the curse and his prophecy from coming to light.

    What he SAID was the unfortunate truth, “I never wanted to be the Earl who fathered a Demon Lord. I was more concerned with my image than my people! I thought myself forsworn when you drew your first breath, so I discounted all my other vows on purpose. I blamed everyone around me except myself, including a newborn babe and the woman who birthed him.”

    “I… cannot condemn you,” said the demon on the Blood Throne. “I leave your judgment to the council.”

    1. Tamela Redfin Avatar
      Tamela Redfin

      Love the take on the prompt and the ending line definitely gives chills. Yeah, I’m sure demon fathers are awful fiends.

      1. In this case, Valiant is pure human but his heart is rotten to the core.

    2. Arith_Winterfell Avatar
      Arith_Winterfell

      I really like how we finally get to see the former Lord Valiant finally forced to not only face trail for his crimes, but the power of an artifact that forces him to confess what he really did, even though he doesn’t wish to even acknowledge it in his own heart. “I never wanted to be the Earl who fathered a Demon Lord.” he states. The most painful of truths for Kosh (though I’m sure it was obvious to Kosh already). But an acknowledgement at last of how he thought first of his own image before his people, and blamed everyone but himself.

      This really is an excellent climax of Valiant facing his own failures. It’s told well in part because its through the lens of Valiant’s perceptions, seeing Kosh only as the “Demon Lord” and commenting that tieflings know about lies (rather than he himself).

      Finally I like the closing, how Kosh for all the harm and cruelty done to him by his father, Kosh refused to condemn him, but leaves his judgement to a council instead. He is such an honorable man, and refuses to visit vengeance and instead chooses justice.

      1. Kosh has a lot of complicated relationships and most of them are family.

        Honestly, making Valiant tell the truth to so many, so openly, is probably the worst Kosh could have done to him.

    3. Hyperion Avatar
      Hyperion

      Oh more about tiefling tale is always a welcome surprise. I remmember how you mentioned in the backup reading how the father played a rather important role in decpetion. Good to see him having his retribution and is specially fitting with the literal sin of the father. Nicely done.

      However I like to say a few things that poped in my attention.

      I got slight confused in the part “trust a tiefling to know about lies” It seen to imply that the one that gave the latest information about how lie dectection device work in this case “Valliant” is also a tiefling. But how he call his son devil spawn make it seen like this isn’t the case.

      And while I can understand the idea of the “truth stone”. I think if there was some leading question would more fluid instead of him confessing why he is such terrible person without stop. But I understand that may be because the limitations of the word limit.

      Good story.

      1. There’s a complicated Thing about the Whitekeep curse – Tieflings like Kosh only turn up once in a great long while. [Of course, the Tieflings aren’t the curse, but the humans are]

        Valiant is fully human. And a gold-plated A-hole.

        And yes, the reason why there wasn’t a longer interrogation is EXACTLY word limits.

    4. DaLeen Avatar
      DaLeen

      This was quite heavy. Very interesting topic, having something to force out the truth.
      I wonder what the Earl thought of all this, pretty much having to judge his own father. It was a good choice though to tell this story from the father’s view, and you were really able to show his hatred and resentment in his thoughts and reactions. (I especially like that bit about the “unfortunate truth”.)
      I just now wonder what exactly are the specifics of this curse or prophecy. So, good job on making me curious.

      Thank you for writing and sharing this!

      1. I have longer passages about the emotional journey Kosh is going through at this point in his sundry affairs.

        Short answer: He’s pretty upset about the entire deal. Despite everything, he still has love for his father.

        There is a curse. There is a prophecy, it’s complicated. And they come to pass. Muahahaha.

    5. Well, yeah. A lot of evil summed up in very few words. Somehow that makes it worse.

      Very cool that Kormwind was able to get that comissioned. A very clear, “You’re not getting out of this one no matter how much you squirm.”

      1. Kosh is taking no shit, this time. Not from anyone.

  31. Why Are You Running?
    By Marx

    Lilith backed away. Her eyes widened. The color drained from her face.

    “Lilith… relax…” Matt said calmly as he entered the office. “I’m not-”

    “Matthew, PLEASE! I know I lie and cheat and sure I’ve killed and tortured people, but who hasn’t? Please just… give me a little more time!”

    “Lilith, I’m not here to kill you…”

    “…oh.” Lilith’s demeanor remained skeptical as she hid behind her desk.

    “Look… I’m sorry I couldn’t give you what you wanted. But I can still give you… something…”

    Lilith raised an eyebrow. “Okay… I’m officially intrigued…”

    Matt made his way around the desk and despite Lilith’s clear apprehension, he got close enough to place his hand on her belly.

    Lilith’s eyes widened again as she felt Matt’s magic permeating her body and then fading as quickly as it began. “What did you… do to me?”

    “I broke that stupid curse ‘Bob’ put on you. That any children you have will always be monsters. It was stupid, petty, and cruel.”

    Lilith’s shocked expression remained. “But… that curse was Father’s will… You can’t just-”

    “Eh. What’s he going to do?” Matt shrugged. “Kill me? I’m the horseman of Death. She’d just bring me back. And anything else would just delay his beloved apocalypse so… to Hell with his will.”

    Lilith looked down at her belly and then back to Matt as a sly smirk formed on her face. “Okay then. So… were we going to do this here or did you want a hotel or something?”

    “Do wha-?” Matt began before realizing Lilith’s implication. “No! I’m doing this to right a wrong and for no other reason!”

    Lilith grinned even wider. “Well how else am I going to know it worked? Are you just talk? Where’s your conviction?”

    Matt stared at her blankly. “You were terrified of me five minutes ago.”

    “Now now, Matthew. Kink shaming is rude. You’re better than that.”

    Matt rolled his eyes. “I’m leaving now.”

    “Oh come on, Matthew. I just want to enjoy my life before you kill me!” Lilith called after Matt, who was already halfway down the hall.

    1. Lunabear Avatar
      Lunabear

      Marx, dude. I absolutely love that Lilith bounces from petrified to skeptical to amazed to grateful to kinky in a matter of minutes. It’s the best! It was very sweet of Matt to lift her curse. I love that he does things because he genuinely wants to do them, and he doesn’t want anything out of the deal. He’s just trying to live the best life he possibly can while also being a Horseman of the Apocalypse. I love how you portray the struggle but also the balance.

      Also very excellent use of the prompt. Even though her father is literally an incarnation of evil, you made the evil personal for her. That’s very excellent, and it gives the reader an investment and a reason to care about the character beyond generic evil father. And I do love that it affects her as much as it’s supposed to.

      The humor here is also really great. It’s very situational and character based. Those two, in my opinion, are some of the best. Lilith absolutely could not wait to try out her curse free existence. Get it while you can, girl!

      Also, don’t think I didn’t recognize the meme title. Really great and fitting for the story. Your pieces are always a slam dunk for me. Really great stuff, man. Can’t wait to see what you post next time. Thank you so much for writing and sharing this.

      1. Thank you so much! I’m really glad you enjoyed it. This one was really fun to write.

        The funny thing about Matt and Lilith’s dynamic is he wasn’t being ENTIRELY honest. While yes, he did do this to be nice, he also felt guilty about how they’d left things when they previously met(with it basically being confirmed that he’s fated to kill her) and he didn’t want her being scared of him. So he did something nice for her.

        He just forgot that when she’s not scared of him, she defaults back into “So how about it then?” mode.

        Lol! Also I was hoping someone would get the meme title.

    2. IsaDragon Avatar
      IsaDragon

      The mood whiplash here is amazing. Just. Wow. I’m assuming that Lilith is based on the biblical Lilith which… you know I need to do some research because for some reason I can’t remember her story other than a vague idea of ‘mother of monsters’. I definitely had a moment where I thought it was going to get really dark, where Lilith assumed that Matt wanted repayment and not it a good way, but you took that and somehow made it funny. It’s a bit of an abrupt transition, but it’s done very well for the words you have. I really like the setting too, where Death’s Horseman can casually reverse acts of literal divinity. It allows for a power balance that you don’t typically see with stories that involve gods. Overall, a very interesting piece that both makes me want to go research and leaves me emotionally content. Well done!

      1. I’m so glad you enjoyed it! And yes, this Lilith is my version of the biblical one. I will say that at least for this story, mother of monsters is probably all you really need to know.

        Really happy the humor came across well too. I wanted this one to be lighthearted for the most part.

        And yeah, Lilith lives in a world where no one does anything without wanting something in return, including her, so Matt doing a nice thing and wanting nothing back is a very alien concept for her.

        Thank you so much for the review!

    3. “AH! Ahaaaaah! Ahahaaaaahaaaa! Ah!”

      Go on Matt. Finish the job! The sooner she gets knocked up the sooner she can enjoy having the curse lifted!

      Honestly, there’s not really a whole lot to talk about with this one. It’s funny. It’s sexy. What more do you want? I guess there’s some drama, but we know Bob doesn’t really give a shit at this point or he wouldn’t have activated plan “Fuck Literally Everything”

      I think it’s neat though that the “Why are you running” title fits them both by the end.

      1. Lol Plan “Fuck Literally Everything” is so accurate. But agreed. Any mistakes he might have even acknowledged at this point wouldn’t matter to him because he’s in the mind of it’ll all be over soon and won’t be his problem, regardless.

        And yes! I did like that the situation flips from who is running from who by the end, which just makes it that much funnier.

        Thanks for the review!

  32. Lunabear Avatar
    Lunabear

    Father Knows Best (A Song for: Abraham)
    by Lunabear (TW: Domestic Abuse) (Private Repost)

    “You CAN’T send me there, Father!” Abraham’s eyes clenched shut. His entire body vibrated with his racing heartbeat. “This is my home, my lif–”

    “Enough.” Isaac’s tenor exuded such force that he didn’t have to yell. “You will do what is best for your future.”

    Abraham turned desperate, green eyes to the woman sitting at the table. She hummed loudly while knitting, her hands shaking.

    “Mother, please!”

    Isaac stood between his wife and son. “This does not concern Bethany.”

    Abraham made a fist and imagined slamming it into his father’s nose. He took a deep breath to cool his rage. It didn’t help.

    “I lead with grace, humility, and tradition. The members of this community EXPECT those same values from this family. For what are we without grace? Who are we if not for humility? Where do we follow without tradition?”

    Abraham lifted his head, pleading understanding. “But I haven’t done anything wrong!”

    “Not yet. If I have any say, you will not. I see your lustful gaze, how it wanders to him when you feel unwatched. That disgusting blush.” Isaac’s face twisted.

    An image of Luther flashed through Abraham’s head. His heart pounded, and he yearned for the security of his friend’s embrace.

    “You will continue my legacy. Dutiful son. Capable husband. Strong father. Do you understand?”

    Tears raced down Abraham’s cheeks, but his teeth were bared. “I. Won’t. Go.” His fist collided with the table.

    Isaac advanced, towering over Abraham. His light green eyes filled with menace as he pitched his voice low. “I have never once spared the rod. I will not hesitate to use it again. You will go to Faithful Redemption and get your thinking”-Isaac punctuated this by jabbing a callused finger against Abraham’s temple-“straight. Otherwise, you will not have a home to return to.”

    Abraham cast a hopeful look to his mother, but she was hunched over with her hands cradling her face.

    Isaac held Abraham’s chin in a punishing grip, forcing his attention back. “Say. It.”

    Abraham swallowed. “Du-dutiful s-son.” Ragged breaths. “Capable husb-band.” Uncontrollable tears. “Str-strong fa-father.” His heart shattered.

    1. ThatWeirdFish Avatar
      ThatWeirdFish

      Sir.

      No.

      Bad.

      That is not how love works.

      Aaaaaaaaaaaah, this piece wants me to give Abraham hugs and his father a bashing. I ain’t one for violence, but stuff like this riles me up something awful.

      Personal feelings aside, this was a fantastic intense piece!

      I loved how you used Issac’s voice here. It was authoritative, demanding, and aggressive and showed the family’s power dynamic. Here’s a guy raised with the “father is the head of the household” mentality and won’t stand for anything else. Also, from context clues, he’s a leading figure in his community with a strong sense of familiar honor, so he’s got maintaining an image going. A lovely combination for toxicity there.

      You’ve also done a great job of Abraham struggling to find his voice in a situation not in his favor. Standing up for yourself is hard enough without your family members harassing you like that.

      The moment he remembers Luther’s face made my heart ache: “His heart pounded, and he yearned for the security of his friend’s embrace.”

      I understand how that feels deeply. How one desperately wants to run and hide in someone’s arms when things seem impossible. Especially if it’s someone you trust.

      And his father corralling him into submission without giving him a chance to explain himself was tragic to watch. He may think he is being a good father, but Issac is definitely not.

      Well done, Luna! I hope Abraham ends up happy in a life he chooses for himself.

    2. Tamela Redfin Avatar
      Tamela Redfin

      Luna. How? You write so well. The emotions run strong, and I love the reference with the names. Poor child. 🙁

    3. Laura Carter Avatar
      Laura Carter

      This reminds me of The Handmaid’s tale in that great but terrible way. A lot of the worldbuilding is done with the names and the language, which is particularly effective in a short piece where you don’t have a lot of words to work with. It hits the feels. I feel so sorry for Abraham. I like the twist of Isaac sacrificing Abraham rather than Abraham sacrificing Isaac. Thanks, I enjoyed your piece!

    4. Skeleton Avatar
      Skeleton

      The first thing I thought of when reading this was Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen, a very rigid book when it came to the expected roles of marriage in Georgian era England. So imagine my surprise to learn that the object of Abraham’s desires is a dude! You nail the feel of the era in the dialogue, and the emotion is very potent in every line. In short: I loved it!

      If I had to critique anything about this (which I will), its the believably of Isaac’s mercy. Abraham pretty much openly admits he has the hots for Luther by simply and very resolutely refusing his father’s request to go to the “Faithful Redemption”. Homosexuality at that time (which I’m assuming is the time you’re aiming for– if not, then forgive my ignorance) was a big no-no, and there would be no discussion. Abraham’s refusal to go even once would reintroduce him intimately with the rod several times over. However, that assumes this is set near the beginning of the 1800s, or has the same beliefs of that period. If not, please ignore my stupidity!

      Very well done!

    5. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      Well, I believe most of what I would comment was already put to words better in the comment from ThatWeirdFish, so just imagine I’m echoing those words. Except, of course, for the very final ones, since we’ve seen where Abraham took his life afterwards…

      And that’s what I’d like to comment, though that might be part intentional, but incidental (one could say it is a matter of serendipity, perhaps): reading this part of the story just after reading “Subjugation” works in a very, very interesting way. The parallels in treatment and the elements of the build up of a worldview in this (in comparison, if we take the matter of time) flashback is masterful. Great work in that character arc.

      Great tale, very intense.

    6. DaLeen Avatar
      DaLeen

      Reading this was painful. I am so sorry for every person having to live with parents like that, honestly.
      And you wrote this wondefully emotional. With the father, that’s pretty much a tyrant that thinks he’s even close to something like grace and humility, and the mother that’s obviously afraid of her husband as well, otherwise I think she’d try to help her son.
      And that last paragraph really broke me. Poor Abraham.

      Thank you for writing and sharing this amazing story!

    7. Monsters raise monsters.
      I hope Adam rips Issac’s face off.

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