Writing Group: A Reward You Will Regret

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You sure you want that prize? I know it looks shiny, but you might want to think twice before going after it, because…

This week’s Writing Group prompt is:

A Reward You Will Regret

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Rewards are almost always good things. It’s in the name, right? The trophy, the prize at the end of the race, or for doing a good deed. But what happens when it’s not everything it’s cracked up to be? 

Maybe a mad sorcerer seeks immortality, only to find that they’ve lost the life they could have lived in the process. Maybe a pop star, after reaching the top, realizes they hate being famous. Maybe someone goes out partying, as a reward for getting a promotion…only to regret it when the hangover comes in the morning.

It could be more literal than that. Maybe a character wins a trophy, only to find it’s cheap plastic. Or maybe they learn that the trophy is cursed.  

Genies are a perfect example of this prompt. Being able to wish for anything you could possibly want sounds like an incredible reward, but, the vast majority of the time, those wishes end up leading to immense regret. 

Revenge is another good use of this prompt. While plotting in anger, the cold dish of revenge seems like a tasty reward, but more often than not it comes with a side of regret.

This prompt has a lot to do with cost—on both sides. Sometimes rewards come with sacrifices, or exchanges. You’re offered everything you want…but for a price. The cost may be mentioned first, or you may only realize it cost you once it’s too late to get your old life back. Is the reward really worth it? 

Like when King Arthur chooses Guinevere. He is warned up front this is a bad choice, but the reward is too alluring for him to listen. Or like Oedipus, who gets the reward of marrying the queen…only to later realize it’s his own mother. 

Sometimes a character can be so focused on a mission or goal that they lose sight of what they were originally fighting for. Like Anakin in the Star Wars Prequels, or Rumplestiltskin in Once Upon a Time. Anakin goes to the Dark Side in order to save Padme’s life, and Rumplestiltskin becomes the Dark One to save his son, but they both end up becoming monsters in their loved ones’ eyes, losing the reward in the process of pursuing it. 

(Speaking of the Star Wars Prequels…) You could write about how one character saves another’s life, and the second character decides they owe a life debt. But…it turns out they’re really annoying, and the first character regrets saving them. 

Perhaps, rather than the life debt of another human being, someone receives an animal as a prize. Perhaps a child, who has been asking for a puppy, gets one as a reward for good grades in school…only to realize that their parents are right; they can’t take good care of it. 

Maybe you could write about a kid (or any character really) getting a cake, or a bunch of candy from trick-or-treating, or some other big food as a reward, but getting sick from eating it all at once. 

You could write about a villain tricking a child into a terrible situation with a reward they don’t understand. Like someone in a nondescript, white van offering candy to children. It might look like a reward to the child…but they will ultimately regret trusting this person. 

The quintessential “the real treasure was the friends we made along the way!” could play into this too. What happens to the person who didn’t learn that lesson? Who pursues the original goal, no matter the cost? Perhaps one character of the party realizes that their friends were more important than the treasure too late, and regrets leaving their friends to pursue the original treasure. 

Remember, kids, read the smallprint, use protection, and don’t snort that fairy dust!

—Kaylie

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159 responses to “Writing Group: A Reward You Will Regret”

  1. Lokisteel13 Avatar
    Lokisteel13

    The Tavern
    by Lokisteel13

    It’s been many years since the girl lost her parents and she changed her name to Snow. She turned cold to others if she joined a team of other hunters. Her cat-like hunting aid, known as a Palico named snake, tends to stay to themselves. The tavern they tend to get their jobs at tends to get the least orderly hunters, that tend to take larger bites they can’t handle. Which most seasoned hunters avoid like the poison of a Gypceros when they don’t have any antidotes.

    “Meowstern you should find a team. How long will you stay so ice cold to others?”

    Snake asked, giving its paw a few licks in between licks.

    “Why do you care? I tried but most of the people didn’t know how to use their weapons, styles, and arts. You know I’m right. We tend to do more work than the other people on the team.”

    Snow said frozen venom made the bite in her words hit the other hunters in earshot.

    Those who heard her felt the coldest chill going down their spines. Which put a slight smile on Snow’s face as she saw the effect of her words on the other hunters. Snake just chuckled and nodded agreeing with what Snow said. Snow and Snake were wearing armor that looked more well used, her weapons were upgraded whenever she had the money and the materials. Snake had multiple sets of armor and weapons meant for different jobs, at the moment Snake was wearing samurai-like armor and a small katana on his back. The guild woman that gives out jobs walked up to Snow holding a letter and handing it over. The guild girl gave a quick bow before walking back to the corner of the tavern where a line of hunters started to form. Snow handed the letter to Snake, and with a quick slash of his weapon it was opened. Snow started to read the letter when she stopped reading, she quickly picked up Snake and left the tavern.

  2. The hunter’s Quest part one

    By Lokisteel13 aka Loki

    It’s been many years since the girl lost her parents and she changed her name to Snow. She turned cold to others if she joined a team of other hunters. Her cat-like hunting aid, known as a Palico named snake, tends to stay to themselves. The tavern they tend to get their jobs at tends to get the least orderly hunters, that tend to take larger bites they can’t handle. Which most seasoned hunters avoid like the poison of a Gypceros when they don’t have any antidotes.

    “Meow stern you should find a team. How long will you stay so ice cold to others?”
    Snake asked, giving its paw a few licks in between licks.

    “Why do you care? I tried but most of the people didn’t know how to use their weapons, styles, and arts. You know I’m right. We tend to do more work than the other people on the team.”
    Snow said frozen venom made the bite in her words hit the other hunters in earshot.

    Those who heard her felt the coldest chill going down their spines. Which put a slight smile on Snow’s face as she saw the effect of her words on the other hunters. Snake just chuckled and nodded agreeing with what Snow said. Snow and Snake were wearing armor that looked more well used, her weapons were upgraded whenever she had the money and the materials. Snake had multiple sets of armor and weapons meant for different jobs, at the moment Snake was wearing samurai-like armor and a small katana on his back. The guild woman that gives out jobs walked up to Snow holding a letter and handing it over. The guild girl gave a quick bow before walking back to the corner of the tavern where a line of hunters started to form. Snow handed the letter to Snake, and with a quick slash of his weapon it was opened. Snow started to read the letter when she stopped reading, she quickly picked up Snake and left the tavern.

  3. nekomorimori Avatar
    nekomorimori

    spectre in the tibrary

    by neko mori mori

    have you heard the rumor
    if you vised the library at midnight
    go to the fare back in between the mazes of books
    you’ll find a small coffee table
    over a cup of cinnamon coffee and call ferin ferin ill have an offer for you
    you should meat a spectre that can grant any wish for the write price ?

    ferin ferin i have an offer for you
    a spectre in the form a young girl appeared before her tacking the cup

    ‘ah!’ butter hoe makes coffee with out sugar !

    sorry my friend didn’t say anything about sugar

    was it even necessary to say ? so wat is your wish

    i want to surpass my sister
    after she left no one sees me anymore
    if they ever notes me at all
    im gest my sister shadow
    im so tired of dis

    specter remarks be hour self don’t chain your self confront
    dose hoe hold your chains .
    go and live for your live

    i can’t !
    you don’t know a ding
    can you even grant my wish

    i can but the praise fore lifting your chains
    is taking mine

    deal its not like your chains can be heavier than m-

    before the girl cold finish her sentence
    a cold chill shattered through her body and her vision fade to black
    she opened her eyes to see herself

    her reflection staring at her white a crescent smile pics up a cup
    ‘ah ‘way wolt i thot it will taste better

    startled the girl started checking her limes to find it transparent ?

    your wish is granted ill make you
    the perfect daughter

    reflection walk away
    the new spectre trying to follow
    but found the task difficult with the new body lighter than a feather
    flailing around shouting
    ‘come back hear were are you going’

    reflection stop to turn around
    ‘to grant your wish of course and to get a proper cup of coffee ”
    giving a small, wink the reflection makes her way out of the library
    leaving the flailing ghost stranded in the see of books

  4. Purge, Bearer of Wrath Avatar
    Purge, Bearer of Wrath

    Funny
    by Purge, Bearer of Wrath

    And then there was Lar Ennis, the young man who won the competition for best joke at the fairy fair. Oh the fay, they were in stitches, and they poured favour and promise upon him. But of course, when their night revel gave at last to the glare of morning, they grew shy.

    Their mirth and their feasting had blinded them. So they excused themselves.

    When Lar left his house after a long sleep, the blue sky grew a thick grey and the rain began. He trudged into the fields and discovered that his mare had tried to jump the fence during the night, and was fallen beyond repair.

    In the town it was no better. He greeted the men in the market square with warmth, but found only sullen faces and token murmurs. Shop doors closed as he approached them. The rain poured down.

    When Lar reached home and complained of the weather, his wife looked confused. It had been fine, she informed him, from the moment he left the house. The next day the roof blew off their barn.

    The week after that his wife took up with a stable-hand from Tullow; and Lar found rats in the larder that seemed to have no fear of him.

    Within a year he was walking the roads and within five years he had lost an arm to gangrene and an eye to misadventure – an incident with a rake and a pack of wild dogs.

    Twenty years were passed, since the fateful day, when Lar limped into a clearing in the woods and upon a gathering of the fay.

    He fell to his knees.

    “I have only one question,” he begged. “Why?”

    “Don’t you know?” a slender male figure stepped forward. “It was for you. We called down the very humour of the gods for you!”

    Lar held himself shivering as he looked from one face to the next. There was a long silence.

    And at last Lar began to laugh. The full laughter of his stomach.

    “Ah,” he said, “It’s okay…”

    He wiped away a tear.

    “I think I get it.”

    1. Tale Foundry Avatar
      Tale Foundry

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    2. Is it a sort of delirious irony? Cause otherwise I don’t get it.
      Or is there a wordplay I’m missing in “called down the favor”?
      Or is it the Fae just being spiteful Fae that he told the best joke that night?

  5. Rex324533 Avatar
    Rex324533

    Tale of the Loathsome Gift
    By Rex324533

    “So, you want to learn her tale eh?” said the old man before me, a lanky fellow with limb to spare, and a face laden with years, but eyes bright like a child. He puffed on a pipe. The subject of our previous discussion.

    “if you would be so kind” I reply

    “heh heh I was enjoying our talk of tobacco, but I haven’t had a healthy jaunt like this in years, so I’ll oblige ye.” He takes a deep draft from his pipe and starts.

    “It’s a tale as old as the outer sphere. She was an unremarkable old tub. A Burden class she was. Plying her trade between the Dixie Union system of New Georgia and the fringe colony of Roanoke. Not far from the Barbary Nebula.” he takes another draft and ponders slowly.

    “Ahh it was November 25th, 2301 t’was like any other day. Weatherships reported light void flux, no mentions of piracy. Our captain was an eager man, and the good tidings made our departure a certainty. So, he left, and the rest is history” his voice seems to trail.

    “But that’s not the full story is it?”

    “No, lass, no it is not,” He takes another deep puff and recoils himself around the warmth of his pipe. “for one thing I was in the hospital, heh another product of my relationship with the bottle, and for another people ignore the Ole Loathsome’s dirty reputation.”

    I raise an eyebrow “oh?”

    “Aye she was a smuggler’s tub through and through, I try not to think about what we hauled on certain days.” He shudders, then looks at me ‘I just fucked up’ could be read on his face. “You’re a cop, aren’t you?”

    “Navy, but close enough” I take a draft from my own pipe and assure him “I do not know your name, in fact this meeting never happened, I’m simply out for a smoke is all.”

    “Thank you, lass,” he pulls out a hip flask and takes a stout swig. “and if you are curious no, I have not broken up with the bottle yet.”

  6. VulpesRose Avatar
    VulpesRose

    Take the Money and Run
    by VulpesRose

    The first thing I noticed as I awoke was that, while the ropes binding me had not been expertly tied, my captor had compensated by using a lot of them. I could likely wiggle out of most of the knots, that is, if I had been able to move much at all. It was inelegant but surprisingly effective.

    My captor was sitting nearby, watching me. She was probably no older than fifteen, and while I was not thrilled to have been captured, I was certainly impressed that she had accomplished it.

    “I know who you are.” Her voice was low but steady. I wondered how many times she had practiced saying that before I woke. “There’s a bounty on you.”

    I shrugged as much as the glut of ropes would allow. “You lead one little uprising against a corrupt government and suddenly you’re a wanted man.”

    She muttered something that sounded like, “You should have done better.”

    Then she stood and frowned. “I’m sorry, but I’m turning you in, in exchange for my mother.”

    A chill ran down my spine. “Your mother is a prisoner of the King?”

    The girl looked away but nodded. “She’s been in Blackgate for three years.”

    “Well then,” I said, as plainly as I could, “you’d be much better off asking for the money.”

    “The charges against her were false!” Her eyes were back on me, anger bubbling up behind her tears.

    “Oh, I’m sure they were. But if she’s been in Blackgate, then your mother is gone. They would, of course, release whatever abomination remains in her place, but if you were to bring a monster like that home, I fear you would regret it.”

    Something inside of her, some secret resolve, seemed to crumble. It pained me to strip the last of her hope. When she spoke again, her voice was weak. “You’re just trying to trick me. To let you go.”

    “I’d greatly prefer that, yes, but if you must turn me in, I beg you to take the money and get as far from this kingdom as you possibly can.”

    1. I think the thing I like about this is that it presents three possible rewards, each one possibly leading to deep regret.

      Four, if you count letting him go.

  7. Iosef Paramonov Avatar
    Iosef Paramonov

    Pavel’s Deal
    Iosef Paramonov

    “Come here, my boy,” said the old man, slowly leaning forward in the ancient chair, “Come closer”

    Pavel stepped forward uncertainly. Grand paintings and mahogany furniture decorated the low-lit room. Before him, the old man sat in a red gown, his face unclear in the dim light.

    The old man reached out a blue-veined hand, and gently wrapped it around Pavel’s. He placed his other hand on top of it.

    “You’re so thin, my boy,” said the old man, sounding concerned, “Have they not been feeding you?”

    Pavel said nothing. The man’s hand felt warm and comforting to the touch. Not rough and clawed like the matrons at the orphanage. Not hard and ugly like the fists of the street boys. They radiated security, comfort, and tenderness.

    The old man shifted in his seat. “I’ll tell you what,” he said lightly, “Come and be a part of my household. I’ll take care of you. You’ll have your own room. You’ll be fed up nice and proper, like any boy should be. Surely you can’t refuse such an offer?”

    He was right. Refuse and where could he go? Back to the dilapidated orphanage, with its freezing rooms, vicious matrons and sickening food? Anywhere was better than there.

    Pavel nodded at the old man, who let go and took a ledger and a black pen off his desk. He opened the ledger to a blank page, and offered the pen to Pavel.

    “Now all you have to do is sign here,” he said, “And everything will be arranged.”

    Without hesitation, Pavel scribbled his name onto the page.

    The old man leaned forward, revealing his face. A perfectly ordinary human face.

    Except his eyes.

    Excited golden slits gleamed at his prize triumphantly. Horrified, Pavel tried to back away, only for iron chains to burst out of nowhere and wrap themselves around his petite frame. He collapsed backwards onto the floor. Now, he could only look helplessly on as the old man rose from the chair.

    The old man smiled a smile full of sharp, pointed teeth. “Everything will be arranged,” he said.

    1. Rex324533 Avatar
      Rex324533

      This piece was fantastic that quick, yet somehow creeping escalation of fear was wonderfully portrayed. However I believe “the old man” was over used a tiny bit. There are some cases I believe just having “he” would have served better. But other than that this piece was a fantastic read with some very Lemony Snicket’s A Series of Unfortunate Events vibes.

  8. Papileser Avatar
    Papileser

    Black Bird
    By Papileser Eilitharl

    As Ferrick loaded his rifle, he grinned in eager anticipation.

    The massive, stained-glass window depicted a trio of white-robed angels holding the Sun overhead. The rooftop across the street gave a perfect sightline of the pulpit, straight through the heart of the middle angel.

    How ironic, he thought, the Minister of Life to be brought low by the Angel of Death. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the message the buyer wanted to send. As a contract sniper, he’d dealt with more than his fair share of deranged radicals and treacherous magnates and even took a contract with the Emperor of Koldani once, but this mark caught his eye.

    The buyer was a wiry figure with pale skin that seemed almost blue. He wore a hooded cloak that drooped down to hide his face. A large black bird perched on the man’s shoulder and stared deep into Ferrick’s eyes. No matter how hard he tried to look away, the bird’s intense gaze was transfixing. Suddenly, the buyer spoke in a soft but tempered voice, “Do this, and I will grant you what you seek most.”

    Ferrick usually worked for money, but the dark bird’s gaze intrigued him. “The Minister for your bird,” he demanded.

    The buyer wheezed a laugh, “Done.” The buyer handed him the folded contract and shuffled into the darkness, still snickering.

    As Ferrick targeted his scope, the city streets below became crowded with people entering the church. The audience was arriving. The Minister rose behind the pulpit; his opulent, crimson mask faced the masses. The target was in position.

    The church bells struck once.

    He switched the safety off.

    Twice.

    He aimed.

    The third bell struck. His finger merely twitched. The crimson mask lay shattered on the pulpit.

    Ferrick heard a heavy thud from behind him. He whirled about to see the body of the buyer’s bird lying at his feet. He reached down to touch the bird when he heard a sharp whisper, “Look again.” He looked back through the scope and saw the minister’s intense stare, looking right back at him.

  9. I Didn’t Win
    By Kino

    I’ve always wanted to be a writer, like my sister, and I honestly did try. I took all the classes in school. I was determined to make something of myself and be proud to stand alongside my sister, not in her shadow. Eventually, an opportunity presented itself. My professor told the class about a contest that was running. It was a contest to write a short story, and the winner would get a book deal, an opportunity I couldn’t believe. Here I had the chance to tackle the future and prove my skill. So for weeks I toiled, tossing ideas and birthing new ones. The issue was I couldn’t stick with one I really believed in. Every next idea was the one I was certain would win. But as the deadline drew nearer, I began to feel crushed by the weight of time. I had nothing, dozens of half ideas with nothing to make them whole, and eventually, I did something drastic. I believed in my writing ability, I’ve been honing it for years, so I was sure that given enough time I could make something wonderful, but with this deadline, I didn’t have the time to wait, so I found one of my sister’s unfinished drafts, put a few finishing touches on it, and turned it in. She is an amazing author, so of course when the day arrived I had won. I had money, and an editor to work with me while I crafted the book that would define my career… but I had nothing. I couldn’t manage to come up with anything that would be good enough, and I began to panic. I didn’t win. My sister did, and despite all my practice, I had nothing to show for it. I thought I had the skills, but all my life I’d realistically done nothing but flounder. Now I had responsibility, people relying on my work, and it’s all wrong. I didn’t win, and I can’t breathe. My family is proud, my editor is expecting so much of me, she’s so patient, but she’s wrong. I didn’t win.

    1. Iosef Paramonov Avatar
      Iosef Paramonov

      Ouch, that was a painful story to read; I really feel the pain of the central character here. The struggle to put words to paper will really resonate with everyone on this site.

      You could space the story out so that there are a few paragraphs. At the moment, it just looks and feels like a block of text rather than a story. Apart from that, I really liked it and I do wish you the best with all your future writing.

  10. Now Lie In It (Chronicles of The Dragon)
    By Makokam

    “See? I told you we could find him here.”

    “This was your idea, you talk to him.”

    The two carefully made their way across the bar towards the furthest corner, and a being of fire and bone

    The two stopped a few feet from the table. “You’re him, right?”

    He looked up at them.

    “You’re the survivor of the massacre at Lady Keres’s base.”

    He was silent for a moment. “One of them.”

    The two moved closer, pulling chairs from other tables. “They were arrested though. But not you.”

    He hunched forward. “No. Not me.”

    They pressed in. “What happened?”

    He took his drink, and threw it into his mouth. “Do you have powers?”

    One nodded.

    “How’d you get them?”

    “Just kicked in one day.”

    “I made a deal for mine. With a devil.” He raised his hand to call for another drink. “She told me that when I used the power, it would consume my body. And once it had consumed me completely, my soul would be forfeit.” He took the drink as it was delivered. “I thought it was fine. I’d exercise discretion. Never use them enough for them to consume me.” He traced a finger from the tip of one hand up his arm. “But once the flames reached my elbows, I started to think I’d made a mistake.

    “When Lady Keres asked me what I wanted to work for her, I said I wanted her to stop my soul from being taken. She agreed immediately. I thought she was shitting me. But later, she called me into her workshop. She pulled my soul out, stuffed it in this gem, and jammed it into my chest. Said my soul would never leave the gem, and I could use my powers freely now.

    “She was right. I might even be immortal now. But look at me! And I’m terrified something will happen to this gem and I’ll go straight to hell.” He paused. “I shouldn’t have said that.” He threw his drink into his mouth and slammed the glass onto the table. “Now I have to kill you.”

    1. Tamela Redfin Avatar
      Tamela Redfin

      I should have seen that ending coming! 😀

      Overall, I could feel a lot, it was well written and I’m curious about the gem.

    2. Well… maybe he shouldn’t be so hasty about trying to harm people who know where his vulnerable point is.

      They know exactly where to hit him now. That’s a bad thing.

      And there’s also the fact that he can have protection over the dang thing so it doesn’t come to harm.

      OR the very subtle art of LYING. Saying the gem is somewhere else [an egg in the eye of a needle in a haystack in a box in the very bottom of a cellar in a castle on an island in a lake on top of a mountain at the other end of the world, for example] when he knows where it really is.

      This immortal dude is a bit on the thick side IMHO.

    3. Lol I mean… do you, though? Your weakness is in your chest. One of two places people would instinctively go to try to kill you. Would be cool for a reverse Thanos though. “You should have gone… for the chest….” *snap*

      This also makes me think of an alternate reality where everytime Hagrid lets a secret slip, he has to kill whoever he told it to lol.

      Now! Enough of the silly places the ending made my mind go! As for the actual story!

      I really liked it. I’m picturing the guy as kind of Ghost Rider-ish in that he’s completely consumed and is basically a fire elemental at this point with a skeleton. It’s a pretty cool visual, helped further by the fact that he isn’t described as drinking but throwing the drink into his mouth.

      I really like the never meet your heroes vibe to the whole thing. Maybe some people shouldn’t drink. That said, at least with Keres gone he’s free from the second deal. It’s just that first one that’ll eventually bite him in the ass.

      Awesome take on the prompt though! Well done!

  11. Zonsondergang
    By Taja DaLeen

    She was watching the sunset. She had everything she ever wanted…

    Or rather, that was what she thought she’d feel like, before.

    She always loved sunsets. All those beautiful colors spreading across the sky. The world growing calm, quiet, and that eerie feeling that meant one can rest now.

    It had always felt like a reward for getting through another day. For living on, getting one step closer to what she thought she wanted most.

    But this time it felt different. Not calm and quiet, but rather silent, lonely.

    Sure, she got her revenge. Found the artifact over which she lost her family, and used that to rid herself of her enemies.

    It was just… he, her best friend, the only person she could still call “family”, got caught in the crossfire.

    And she didn’t notice until it was too late.

    She could still hear him telling her to let go of her hatred, that it was too dangerous to search for that amulet, and that sooner or later she’d get hurt. Or worse.

    This definitely was “or worse”.

    He was gone, forever, and it was her own damn fault.

    She hadn’t been careful enough. Didn’t check on him before rushing headfirst into using that stupid artifact after getting her hands on it.

    She thought they had been able to avoid all traps, but evidently they didn’t. There had been one last small trap they didn’t notice, a simple spell that turned out to be more harmful than anything else.

    It didn’t even affect her, only him. And while he did mention feeling a little funny, she didn’t listen. She was too preoccupied with getting her revenge.

    She used the amulet’s power on everyone she hated, all those that were at fault for her missing her family, not noticing that it got its energy from him.

    Draining him completely.

    And now she was watching the sunset, all alone, when he used to be there. Always. Now, never again.

    He would never watch it with her again.

    The full force of that sentence hit her all at once.

    And she cried.

    1. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      That was very emotionally charged. It is very strong in convey those realizations that hurt more than one could imagine a realization would, and I think the pace of it, but specially the choice of words, helps a lot in doing so. The ending hits like a truck, but I’m also particularly fond of the construction with the “or worse” thing. The break, and then pointing out that, yeah, it was said, she should have been more careful, and now she lives in the world that lacks the person who said this could happen… very tragic.

      Curiously, this could also have worked for the Fear of Sundown prompt, though it would be a bit of a subversion… not fear per se, but a terrible realization that comes with it.

      Great tale!

  12. Athena Trellopoulos Avatar
    Athena Trellopoulos

    Dark desires
    by Athena T.

    Yurgo came out of the forest, short of breath from his hunt. He stumbled toward his village with clothes torn by tree branches and brushes and covered with muck. A blessing the town wasn’t too far if he could manage it.

    He nervously fumbled through his sackpac, trying to keep pace, as he checked the ingredients he gathered, Sorceress Kasha requested. He found the two pink lady mushrooms growing by a decaying tree stump and the finnel fly he caught by the marsh.

    He winced as the blisters on his fingers from fighting six blazemanders grazed over the items. He pushed through; his desire burning away the painful sensation.

    He had spent hours in the rackstoad ponds. Rackstoads are for binding, Kasha had explained. All five slippery little suckers were present. And finally, the Amari cherry, a favorite of the grizzly grogs, and Yurgo sported cuts from its razor-sharp claws to prove it.

    All your efforts will be rewarded. Kasha’s words lingered in his thoughts.

    One last item remained that required a decision. Return to the witch with the ingredients he had which sufficed or procure the one that would guarantee everlasting love. He headed home.

    “You’ve arrived, my boy.” Mother had a bowl of stew ready for him on the table.

    “You look terrible! And dirty. What have you been up to? Scouring in the forest for rare flowers again?” She pointed to laughodil petals stuck to his boots.

    “That worthless little harlot, not worth your time. Endless gifts and toil for what? Why I remember…”

    As Mother recounted his failures in wooing Veelena, Yurgo’s face flushed red as his anger increased.

    He crept up behind her and cupped her chin; pulling her closer, he ran his knife across her throat and ripped out her heart.

    Yurgo ran from his home toward the witch’s house, Mother’s heart beating in his palms. But in his haste, he tripped, and Mother’s heart fell to the ground.

    “Are you hurt, my boy?” said Mother’s heart.

    Motionless, Yurgo knelt, staring at the heart, still beating as tears trickled down his cheeks.

    1. Wow, I love this. It’s an interesting take on the prompt for sure. You used some very powerful writing. I was instantly interested with the boy who suffered so much to make this potion and so determined to continue on. I could only assume it was for a love potion or a potion to cure a loved one, nothing else drives a person like that. I must admit I was taken aback at the part with the mother’s heart. People will do crazy things for love, often I find that an endearing saying, but this gives it an entirely different meaning.

  13. Norman Gray Avatar
    Norman Gray

    Just A Chair

    By Norman Gray

    Sorina marched towards the throne. Her throne.

    It was believed to be haunted; that to occupy the Throne of Veilhelm was to hear the whispers of old kings, those who had chosen death before dissolution. . . This was merely a legend, she knew; fables perpetuated during ages when the kingdom had faltered, and there were many: King Joerl’s infamous Heretic Purge. King Vayar’s failed conquests. King Corizia seeking to enslave all of Veilhelm’s women.

    Sorina’s grandfather had recounted tales of surviving the Purge, and told stories of her father, who’d died fighting for Vayar when she was young. When King Corizia too became tyrannous, Sorina knew what needed to be done, rallying fatherless girls and widows against his regime, fighting tooth-and-nail to overthrow him. . .

    Now the crown was hers, and there was much to be done if Sorina was to restore her kingdom. She felt nervous as she marched across the High Chamber, trying to hide her unease from the citizens who had all gathered to witness her ascension.

    “Just a chair,” Sorina reassured herself, taking each high step of the dais. She turned to the procession. “The old King is dead,” she proclaimed. “A new reign begins.” Then, with only a moment’s hesitation, she seated herself.

    Her people applauded. Sorina breathed a sigh of relief.

    Slowly, the applause faded. All sound faded. No mouths moved, yet voices spoke.

    “Just a chair,” she heard. “Disgraceful bitch.”

    “Betrayer,” another whispered. “Usurper. Heretic.”

    A third voice. “A woman’s mouth is only good for one thing.”

    A palpable anger washed over her like a tidal wave, a malicious hatred so intense she felt as if she was drowning underneath it.

    ‘Shut up,’ she thought. ‘You’re dead. You’re ALL DEAD.’

    “Our lives, taken. Not our land.”

                       “We’re buried here. We never left.”

                                            “A woman divides. A man conquers.”

    “All hail, Queen Sorina of Veilhelm!” Another man’s voice, loud and grating.

    “ALL HAIL!”

    She could hear them scattered throughout the procession; their voices booming, drowning out the women.

    “ALL HAIL!”

    ‘Drown them out,’ a voice whispered.

    “Silence THEM.”

    “Purge them,” she answered.

    1. Athena Trellopoulos Avatar
      Athena Trellopoulos

      I really enjoyed this story. It’s a classic be careful what you wish for or trying to do the right thing only to fall into the ways of the past. It seems like a bit of both to me. And I love the setting and the supernatural element. I found the story very complete, and I didn’t need more background to understand the intent. Sounds like the makings of a good book in there. Awesome job and I wish you good luck.

    2. Wow, just wow. Lots of emotion in this writing. This matches some of the best books I’ve read in regards of conveying emotion. You give just enough backstory for us to understand the filth of what has occurred in this country and the justified wrath Sorina feels. You lines “We’re buried here. We never left.” and “A woman divides. A man conquers.” are both heavy and frustrating even after only a few paragraphs of reading. Excellent job.

    3. Mango Gravy Avatar
      Mango Gravy

      This is great. Such a flawlessly intriguing premise. I don’t want to spoil anything, but this really reminds me of the Wheel of Time, my favourite book series.
      Other than that, the specific aspect of this that captured my interest was the lack of sugarcoating. The instant Sorina sits on the throne everything goes to shit, so to speak. The third voice sounds like he’s going to unironically demand a sandwich and that’s infuriating in the best possible way.
      Great work.

      1. Norman Gray Avatar
        Norman Gray

        Blame the word count for the story’s directness. My initial concept for this would probably have been a much more drawn out descent into madness, something like Jack in ‘The Shining.’

        I think I subconsciously came to the conclusion that having a woman on the Throne somehow accelerated the anger of the old Kings.

        I would also be curious to know how my story reminded you of The Wheel of Time; I read the first book of the series, but never continued it.

        1. Mango Gravy Avatar
          Mango Gravy

          It would be pretty spoilery, but if you remember, the male half of the source of magic is tainted by the ancient evil and causes anyone who uses it to go mad. The chosen one of this world has the best shot at saving the world from the ancient evil (but not guaranteed to succeed) but is destined to always be a man and will have to use the tainted magic. Eventually, with the voice in his head and his increasingly erratic behaviour, he becomes equally likely to destroy the world as save it.
          It’s a great series and I absolutely recommend you continue it.

          The throne reminded me of the magic. The person who’s in the best position to save the day becomes a threat because that very position makes them go insane.

    4. Papileser Avatar
      Papileser

      I greatly enjoy the world-building this story has despite its short length. It portrays the rich history of the throne but also keeps it just vague enough to intice further examination.

      I would personally love to see an expansion of the story. Perhaps of the moments leading up to this short story, though you’ve already done a great job of showing the history of the main character as well.

      Amazing work and keep up the great writing!

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  14. Reinkarnitor Avatar
    Reinkarnitor

    “Hell of a prize”

    by Reinkarnitor

    Lilly took a deep breath. Was this really worth it? What was she thinking? Of course it was worth it! She realized a long time ago that this was the only way to fulfil her dream. The pentagram has already been drawn and everything else was ready. She had to follow through. And with that, she casted the summoning spell.

    Flames burst out of the ground and whirled up into a blazing tornado which rose ten feet above the ground, before it suddenly died down and seemed to compress itself into a humanoid shape. Even though Lilly new what was going to happen, she still stumbled back in surprise and fell on the ground.

    The person before her took the form of a teenage boy with pale skin, an elegant black suit with a cape like coat of the same colour, red glowing eyes and silver hair which only partly covered black horns. In his right hand he held a beautifully carved wooden staff with a gemstone embedded in the top. He looked around until he saw her lying on the ground, which was when she noticed his most notable feature. A wide grin that stretched over his face, calming and yet also…unnerving.

    “Ah, milady, there you are!”, he said happily, spun his staff around, bowed lightly before her and offered her a hand, which she took.

    “I assume that you are…a demon…”, she slowly started but was already interrupted by an amused snicker of the boy.

    “Well, that’s not exactly surprising, is it? My name is Arthran! Tell me, did you not expect the ritual to work?”

    She shook her head.

    “I was fully prepared. I have a wish after all.”

    His grin grew wider.

    “Be my partner!”

    “Partner?”, he asked.

    “I want to be an adventurer and I need a partner”, she explained, to which he laughed.

    “So you summon a demon for that? I have a prize you know? Are you sure it is worth it?”

    “I am”, she answered immediately.

    “Whatever your prize may be, it is better than trusting other…humans.”

    Arthran was clearly amused when she said that.

    “Very well! Then it’s a deal!”

    1. Norman Gray Avatar
      Norman Gray

      I like it. It leaves just enough to the imagination, and being a curious reason to summon a demon, one can’t help but ponder the type of adventure Lilly had in mind, and what her goals are.

      I’ll admit I was a bit confused during a few moments; the dialogue should really be broken up into separate paragraphs, to better distinguish who’s speaking at any given moment. I’m also not sure what the implied ‘prize’ was supposed to be, that seemed a bit too vague, it felt kind of thrown in.

      I’ll admit, I expected this to take much different route, as soon as he took a human form, and she started looking him over and taking note of his appearance. . . You know, the moment you have a ‘boy meets girl’ scene, there are assumptions and implications.

      Or in the case of your story, ‘witch meets demon.’

      I’m definitely curious to know where Lilly and Arthran are headed.

    2. This was definitely an interesting one, more on the funny side than most. Although I guess that, should this story he continued, the fun might stop there.
      But it also makes one wonder. What kind of adventure does she want to go on that she needs a partner? Why a demon? And why the little pause before “humans”? Is she not exactly human herself?
      Really, I wish there was more to this story. I’d definitely read it.

      Thank you for writing and sharing this!

  15. Treasure
    By Vera

    With unimaginable noise, the machine roared to life, opening up a tear in spacetime.

    “computer, recheck the coordinates”
    “temporal local coordinates confirmed.”

    Surprisingly, inventing time travel and building a time machine was the easiest part. The traveller, who refused to call himself adventurer to not jinx his mission, had built a super computer that has been going through information about the templars and their mystical treasure. After years of work, it determined the optimal point in spacetime to enter from the future and grab the treasure. There wasn’t even the worry of a paradox.

    Archaeologists and self proclaimed adventurers have been searching for the vast treasures of the templars, an order known to be insanely rich. So much so, that pope and king conspired to kill them and get their wealth. They didn’t find the vast treasures tgey had hoped. No one had.

    Makes sense, if you think about it. No one found the treasure, as a time traveller snatched it, just before the King’s army reached the treasury. A time traveller, who just stepped through the watery plane of his temporal portal to finding himself…

    … In a library.

    Confused, he looked around, checked every square centimeter of the desk for a secret compartment, pulled his fingers along the spines of the books. Forgetting all caution, he knocked on every wall, hoping for a secret door leading to the hidden treasury.

    “computer, please recheck my position”
    “checking… You are currently standing in the office of the grand Master of the templar order, approximately fifty minutes before the raid”

    Grasping at straws, the traveller had an idea. The books must contain the missing pieces of information that would allow the computer to locate the templar’s wealth. He grabbed the book that lay conveniently on the table and opened it. Then he froze in his movement, looking at the list of names and numbers. Information on every person the templars lent money, with interest rates as well as the length of the loan.

    The traveller stood in the medieval version of an accounting office. He had just wasted decades of his lifetime on a moldy book.

    1. Norman Gray Avatar
      Norman Gray

      Time Heists are a fun and interesting concept. You actually just gave me an idea; a story where someone goes to the Library of Alexandria before it burns down to salvage books.

      I’ll admit I tend to get ahead of myself when reading; my imagination leads me to assume what will happen. I thought the library books themselves would be revealed to be the true riches, to the dismay of our greedy main character; the idea that knowledge is the greatest treasure. . . But maybe that would’ve been too cliché.

      1. I had such a story in my mind, when I first had this idea a while ago. It didn’t feel like it would fit with the prompt, so I decided to take a protagonist, who doesn’t care for knowledge that doesn’t make him rich.

    2. This was a very interesting concept, I’ve always had a preference for main characters that ultimately fail at their ambitions. I will admit though, the way it transitions from talking about the time machine to the time traveler searching for the treasure was hard to parse on the first read for me personally.

      The final line was also really great btw, it really sells the emotion perfectly.

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      1. Hello,
        Thanks for the info.
        I haven’t really reached the point where I feel that my stories are good enough anyway so I didn’t shorten it further

        Is there a reason, I can’t edit this story? There’s a symbol at every other post I’ve written, with this one, it’s missing

    4. Rex324533 Avatar
      Rex324533

      Now this one was fascinating I actually had to google to see if it was true the templars gave out loans, lo and behold they did. I’m always a fan of fiction that inspires people to delve into history so that’s a big win in my book. Overall, I believe the quality of your writing would merit at least being eligible to be read on stream and I hope to see more.

  16. Falling Up
    By Babs

    I’ve finally achieved what all great heroes wish for. The goal we all strive to achieve. I’ve climbed up the peaks of men and reached toward the mount of the divine.

    I’ve paid my price. I spent my life toiling for the gods, fulfilling their requests, and cleaning up their divine mess. All without so much as a second thought to question their “infallible” judgment.

    Now, finally, I enjoy the fruits of my labor. For the first time in the past millennia, a mortal man will join the ranks of the divine.

    Alas, I feel no joy, I sing no song of praise to the gods, I give no thanks for their benevolent gift. For, through my years, I have come closer to the gods than wings of wax fly to the sun.

    Stories may speak of the gods as the epitome of human beauty, intelligence, strength, and charm. However, there is much the poets dare not share in their work.

    The gods are far from perfection, they are a morbid exaggeration of all human traits, virtue and vice alike.

    In all existence, gods are the one creature capable of more ignorance, arrogance, vanity, and spite than man. They host all this corruption without the clueless innocence of man.

    Yet worst of all is I. Too much a god to claim the innocence of man, too much a man to think I’m worthy of my place. Despite all of this I accepted this fate upon myself… No, I sought it out from the start.

    For whatever reason, be it the desire for glory, lust for power, fear of death or the burning pits of hell, I stooped to their level, becoming the very thing I hate. All the while, cursing myself to watch the world I love wither away, damned to heaven among the devils who masquerade under the light.

    In a way, hell is a mercy, at least you’ll be in good company.

    1. This was a very interesting read! The hero brought to mind the likes of Hercules and Icarus, simultaneously the peak of human achievement and of our own arrogance, much like the gods he so despises. I also liked how you painted the gods as being exaggerations of humanity in a way, I’d also like to add that this was very enjoyable to read in itself, everything flowing seamlessly and at a pleasant pace.

    2. Norman Gray Avatar
      Norman Gray

      Fantastic.

      I shudder to think what ‘divine messes’ our protagonist has been forced to clean up. . . I almost imagine him as the mythological equivalent of a ‘cleaner’ from a mafia movie, someone who removes evidence of all wrong doing, only on a much, much bigger scale. . . I can imagine him wiping out a city in the same vein as Gomorrah, only removing it and it’s citizens so thoroughly that no one even remembers its name. Maybe it was hardly warranted, merely commanded on a whim by an irrational God.

      I wonder if in fact some of the alluded-to stories of godly beauty, strength and charm were his doing.

      A couple of lines really jumped out at me: “damned to heaven among the devils who masquerade under the light.” Awesome stuff.

      The closing line reminds me of The Garden of Earthly Delights by Hieronymus Bosch; the painting of hell crammed with people, and heaven almost empty.

    3. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      I loved it. The whole thing seemed like a meditation on glory and hubris, passing through what is the measure of gods (and men) and on the doings and musings of one who managed to jump from one category to the other. The tone is very well set, the argument is solid and engaging, and the metaphors are very on point. Very fitting for the kind of epic (tragic) poetry it seems to be inspired for.

      I particularly love how, at the penultimate paragraph, the narrator paints a picture of not trying to emulate the gods as paragons, but as models of their own hubris or fear of what’s to come at death. This very utilitarian view (hate those guys, but they got what I want) makes me think the narrator is, indeed, worthy of that position they so despises. The narrator certainly don’t paint themselves better than their new peers…

  17. Rat On A Sinking Ship
    By Demon Nox

    The smell of brimstone hung in the air as heat radiated throughout the clearing making it hard to keep looking in the creature’s direction. It was tall as a tree, with empty sockets for eyes and long antlers sprouting from its skull. Its emaciated form was interrupted periodically by its many mouths, each filled with needle teeth and expelling black smoke. All while the heat pouring off it made the air burn.

    “So, the drowning rat wishes to sacrifice to I? Look at you, worthless vermin. What purpose does this serve?” it said, each word making me tremble. I have survived many wretched battlefields, all leaving many mass graves full, but the Demon makes them seem trivial. “I wish for revenge on the man that betrayed my loyalty, my lord.” I said managing not letting a tremble slip through, the Demon in response, laughed.

    “So the broken sword was cast aside by its master?” it heaved, still laughing at me. Abruptly ceasing its merriment, it spoke “Fine, the contract is sealed, then.” and like that the demon, vanished. But before my eyes even had the chance to widen it had already closed the distance, standing hunched over me, the legs of my three children hanging from its unhinged jaw. As the fresh smell of blood and bile filled the air, the heat began to scald my skin, evaporating the welling tears before they had a chance to fall.

    Swinging its head back, downing what was left of them. The Demon then hunched further down, making its head level with mine before twisting its neck to face me. As my hair began to burn a glint in its eyes passed over. “You’re a rat on a sinking ship, however…” After trailing off the demon bit into my stump swiftly, and as the unmistakable pain began it stopped just as fast. Before my eyes its body contorted and shrank, twisting until it became my right arm, completely indistinguishable from the one I had before.

    The heat had disappeared, however, that did nothing to alleviate the burning shame I now felt.

    1. Athena Trellopoulos Avatar
      Athena Trellopoulos

      Great story and such a twist in the end. I never would have guest. Using “demon” for the cause of horror is brilliant. I can easily connect the descriptions of the event like heat and burning with emotions that one in this situation might feel. It’s also a powerful message. Awesome story. Good luck to you.

  18. Charlie Ford Avatar
    Charlie Ford

    The Gift That Will Not Keep Giving
    By Charlie Ford

    The Earth is a gift to us, either by a higher being or just by a happy coincidence. Our planet has everything that humans need to live and thrive. Our species took too literally and have overextended our resources. One important example is fishing. Humans have mastered the art of fishing. Originally fishing was essential for people to live. Spears and lines with one hook were invented and caught only what they needed to eat. Over time people started expanding this process exponentially, as they do with all things. Now people have huge nets that scrape the bottom of the ocean and lines with up to 25 hooks. To the average human this seems amazing and perfect, plenty of food that is all good.

    But these habits are destroying the sea and depleting the fish population. Fishing may be a gift but if we overindulge its benefits we may never be able to fish again. The dragging of the nets on the seafloor destroys kelp and other plant life that animals such as manatees need to survive. Modern fishing results in huge amounts of bycatch including dolphins and sea turtles. We are catching fish at a rate faster than they can repopulate and eventually there may be no more fish.

    If overfishing continues, the fish population will be decimated and the animals that eat the fish will die causing a huge chain reaction which will destroy many species. Five million fish are caught every minute. It is hard to imagine how many are killed every day, or every year. This beautiful planet that we have been blessed with is being destroyed by selfishness. Humans were gifted this planet but they destroyed it. It is apparent that modernization will make this gift a burden that may be beyond repair.

    1. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      That will be a very strange comment. I think the writing is well-written, and I certainly agree with the sentiment and the arguments, but it is not a story, or fiction, for what that matters. So it is very difficult to comment on it except by engaging the argument or by being very technical on the specificities of its delivery and writing merit (which I consider quite good)….

      So, interesting reading (and certainly well though and written), but I don’t think it fits with the proposal. That being said, it could easily be adapted for it to be like so. If the argument had a framing device such as a character in a barren wasteland thinking back on how that fate come to be, or something like that… well, that would make a very argument-heavy story, yet still a story.

  19. False Psyche Avatar
    False Psyche

    Empty Sky
    By False Psyche

    Hello Traveler.

    Amongst my many expeditions and iterations I remember that I once served as a scribe and a listener for an ancient being who took the from of a great dragon, he rested perpetually over his precious hoard of stories and stars.

    One day my master called for me in the dead of night and so I came prepared with my lantern, a page and pen. I met him in his treasury, he was atop his hoard as usual but today he did not speak as I had arrived.

    The hall was vast and the cold night air caressed any exposed skin, the stone floors were equally uncomfortably frigid, my only comfort was that I was allowed to gaze at the stories amongst the stars as he rested and stared at the empty night sky.

    Finally after an hour of silence the chamber boomed with his voice and I began to scribble his words.

    “I have grown… tired of my hoard, I see no end for me but my conquests have ended long ago”

    “I have rested, I have watched, I have seen many fail, many falter and I have seen many caged by their success or attain victory at the cost of purpose”

    “I have with me every story of every star and nothing more I will leave with you my hoard of stars and stories and you are to do with it as you wish but take it with you as you leave”

    I stopped writing and looked up as great dragon arose from his hoard and left me there dumbfounded.

    Now I remain with stories and stars and know not what to do.

    I am hunted by stories and stars and know not what to do.

    1. Purge, Bearer of Wrath Avatar
      Purge, Bearer of Wrath

      Love this idea. The weight of duty. The coldness of the lair. The ennui that the great dragon has lost its battle to… or has the ancient being just found itself nudged on to its next expedition or iteration…

      Your writing is clear and tight; and that repetition at the end gives a nice emphasis, a nice bit of a punch to close with.

  20. Matthew R. Wright Avatar
    Matthew R. Wright

    The One Job
    By Matthew R Wright

    Name’s Foreman, I hunt people for-a-living. “Unofficial Freelance law enforcement”. Most get what I do. Someone forfeits their bond, doesn’t show-up to court, guys like me find em and bring em back, to face their punishment.

    Most come-willingly. Most understand they ran cause they were scared. To-do this job you’ve got to be good with people. I like to think I am. Money’s fine. When folks scream-in-your-face, beg-you to not bring-them-in, sometimes you have to think about the money.

    But sometimes, the job’s not worth it.

    Hardest job involved a close-friend. Didn’t even know he’d done anything, never-mind posted bail and ran. Got the buzz the pay was $800, around 20% of the bail, knew that others would be after him. Another bail company. They’d be ‘hands-on’ with him, because of what he’d done. I knew I had to be the guy.

    Report-stated that he was caught with “illegal-content on his computer”. Only so many things that could mean, and only one that’d make you run to avoid the jail-time.

    Knew the guy quite well, knew all of his spots, where he liked to go when it became too-much. The others went straight for his family, I went to Surewood Lake. Took less-than three-hours to find him. Heard me coming. Guess he knew someone would. Saw his face, knew that I knew. Didn’t even fight. Just finished his beer, put his hands behind his back. He knew what he needed to do.

    Alerted the officials. Stuck him in the Jeep. Kept quiet all-the-way back, not-a-word. Head down. No eye contact. Been friends for years, grew-up together, never saw him like that.

    Regretted the job. Killed the friendship. Always thought better of the guy. Thought he’d be the one to make it.

    Hunting can be lonely. You lose friends, family, especially if you grew-up rough, made mistakes when young. Statistics say you’ll do it again. All my buddies grew-up rough, all inside. But only-ever hunted one-friend, only-him. Losing people to crime is harder than death. You mourn different, for the life they’ve thrown away.

    I think about this loss alot.

    1. Norman Gray Avatar
      Norman Gray

      All too plausible of a scenario. No doubt many people in law enforcement positions at some point in their careers have had to apprehend someone they knew, or even cared about.

      I found the hyphenating of words a bit odd. . . I’ll admit, I copied your story into Word Counter, to see if this was intended to scrape just below the word limit. it almost passes as ‘well, the character just talks like that, chaining words together.’ But it did feel a bit forced.

  21. Mango Gravy Avatar
    Mango Gravy

    Underqualified
    By Mango Gravy

    “Well, the crowd’s gone for now,” groaned Maximeon. He cast his gaze to his wife, who was tied up beside him. “How are you holding up?”

    Joanna strained to open her eyes, swollen as her eyelids were. “As well as can be expected after being captured by an angry mob,” she wheezed. After a moment she doubled over and wretched. “There goes lunch.”

    “They might offer us a final meal. What do you fancy?”

    “I’d like to have old Mira’s cream cakes one last time,” Joanna replied, then sighed. “There’s just one problem.”

    “What’s that?”

    “I’m pretty sure she led the mob.”

    “Well, fair enough after what we did to her children.” Maximeon would have shrugged but his shoulders hurt. A lot.

    Joanna turned to him, “Why did we do all that, anyway?”

    “They conspired against us.”

    “I know that. But… why?” Joanna meant to make a physical gesture to clarify the question, but even if she had the strength to move, her arms were tied behind her back. She was sure her husband got the message, though, as he paused for a while to consider the question.

    “Well,” he said at last, “We just got carried away, didn’t we? Things got out of hand, so we handled it like we did the old aristocracy.”

    “Power corrupts, and revolutionaries make terrible leaders. What corruptible revolutionaries we turned out to be, eh?”

    Maximeon would have nodded in agreement but his neck was in dire straits. “Why’d we take the job anyway?”

    “I don’t know,” she said. “It felt natural, right? The heroes take the throne after saving the kingdom, don’t they? As a reward.”

    “Some reward that was. Just heaps of responsibilities and not enough room for creative solutions.”

    “To be fair,” Joanna said, “The guillotine got old pretty quickly.”

    “At least it worked,” Maximeon chuckled.

    “For a time.”

    They took in the atmosphere of their impending doom. The day was coming to an end, and the mob was returning with torches and more captives.

    “I don’t think they’ll give us that final meal.”

    1. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      Well, that’s the problem with changes in power – the ones responsible for power changing are not always the best (and most often than not, are probably closer to the worst) at handling power. Revolutions and government often require a very different set of skills and predispositions.

      I like the story a lot, but it does open up a lot of questions. About what the government was before, about how that revolution went up that two revolutionaries could arise as new monarchs, about how badly they might have screwed it up… and how were the others handling it. But, regardless of the questions, the tale holds itself well as a self-contained scene.

      Anyway, I can’t ever not mention that the guillotine was supposed to be a more humane method of execution… and that this was considered a bad thing, since it made for poor spectacle. Well, at least it had efficiency going for it…

      People are weird.

      1. Mango Gravy Avatar
        Mango Gravy

        Well, half the entertainment of a public execution is ogling the headsman’s rippling muscles. With the guillotine, any average schmuck can behead a person. That’s a loss in my book.

        Thanks for the read.

    2. This reminded me a lot of this phrase, “give someone power and you’ll see what kind of person they are”. And most of the time people abuse the power they have, almost makes it feel like it’s something human, doesn’t it?
      It’s quite sad to think that most people who probably would not abuse it, don’t want it in the first place.
      So yea, this power theme definitely fits as a reward you’ll regret. Good job with writing this story, I enjoyed it a lot.
      And especially the fact that in the face of death, your problems get more basic again; they seem to be worried most about a final meal. Which makes for a nice ending.

  22. Dragons ain’t Greedy
    By Matheus Ribeiro de Assis

    Centuries ago the dragon Malkdur had stolen all the riches of the citizens of the kingdom of Dartania. Legends were told about this evil dragon, no adventurer has ever dared to go on a quest of daring the dragon in his lair, not even a single piece of the treasure was ever seen again by the townsfolk.

    But Jason was a very bold boy, by the age of sixteen he ventured forth to the dragon’s lair. He knew that he wouldn’t stand a chance against the dragon, because of that, he hoped only to steal something from the hoard to bring back home.

    Eventually he arrived at the dragon’s lair, and to his surprise, the treasure was unguarded. When he was sure that it wasn’t a trap. He reached for a golden figurine of a dwarf lord, and filled his pockets with everything he could. This would make him and his family rich! Maybe the king would grant them a title of nobility!

    Then suddenly the dragon appeared behind him, he had been there the whole time, disguised by a glimmer spell. The dragon said:

    “hello boy… oh, you’re afraid I see… be scared not. I’m not the one you should fear”

    “What?! But… you’re the terrible dragon that stole the treasure from the people… how could I not be scared of you? But… if you wanted me dead, I would already be by now. So… what are you up to?”

    “Clever boy. Actually I’m here to protect you from the treasure, it poisons man’s hearts”

    “What?! That’s obviously a trick, I’m not buying into it…”

    “If you leave this place with anything, you’ll never have peace anymore, people shall stalk you and those around you because of greed, you’ll never be safe anymore. It’s not worth it, that’s why I guard the treasure here. To protect humans from themselves”

    “Maybe you’re right… I won’t take anything anymore. But what do you gain from helping us?”

    “Peace, you won’t be bothering my nap with your petty wars”

    **

    1. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      It seems like something strange has happened to the whole format of the thread, and your story is now here in another place and my previous comment became a separate post in itself… so I’ll copy what I’ve written then here so that the story of our comments and replies are not lost.
      > Here’s the original comment to the story:

      I really like the message and the twist of this one. I’m also very interested on how writers can subvert what is usually thought of common tropes: why does a dragon (that usually aren’t people depicted as having much to do with commerce) stands to gain by hoarding treasure? And here we have a very interesting way of looking into it. That was a fascinating read.

      There is a small nitpick… The sentence “When he was sure that it wasn’t a trap. He reached for a golden figurine of a dwarf lord, and filled his pockets with everything he could.” would be better with different punctuation, such as “When he was sure that it wasn’t a trap, he reached for a golden figurine of a dwarf lord and filled his pockets with everything he could.”

      Anyway, it was a very interesting read!

      > Then you answered:

      Thank you! I’m glad you liked it, I was worried because the script that I imagined would require much more than 350 words, then I thought that this story ended up being too rushed and vague.

      Surely I need to improve my punctuation, your sugestion is better thanks!

      > And to that, I say:

      Yeah, the word limit is a very difficult thing for us to dance around. The story I wanted to write for this week prompt ended up with almost 700 words, so there was really no way I would be able to trim it down as well. But sometimes, that’s a good thing. I ended up writing two stories – one for the writing group, the other just inspired by the prompt, which is a win in my book.

      But yeah, sometimes it is very bothersome to see that one concept will not work due to word constraint. Anyway, vague isn’t always a bad thing – if done well, it can give a dreamlike or fairytale-like quality to it. But it surely isn’t an easy thing to do.

      1. Thank you for commenting again! When I returned to check if there was any new comments on the post I noticed it was deleted :'(

        Then I posted the story again, thank you for retrieving back ou comment history.

        And sometimes I also end up making two stories. The winter avatar of one of my previous stories became one of my most beloved characters.

    2. Charlie Ford Avatar
      Charlie Ford

      I like how the dragon turned out to be good in the end and wanted to protect him from thieves and greed. It opposes the common idea of dragons being greedy and protecting the treasure for themselves. When I read this I thought back to The Hobbit how even though Smaug was bad, he protected something that could drive a man insane with greed. The dragon only stole the gold to protect the people from greed and thievery and is now doing the same by protecting it.

  23. It’s Too Late

    By Joe

    They’re gone.

    All of them are gone. Do you know what you did? Of course, you don’t! Someone like you was always a danger, but it was too late for you to realize that.

    All of the warnings you’ve been told, even by your best friend, you just cast aside because you hated having your integrity questioned. You always thought it was a betrayal whenever they talked about their people suffering, so you drowned out their pain with your own. You always found the conversation pointless, and that’s why you failed to help them. Your best friend was one of them. You took their patience and love for granted. But thanks to your ignorance you managed to lose them to, by using their success as YOUR EXCUSE! As much as you claimed to understand, you never showed that you did. Now I understand why!

    But what point is there for me to finally realize too late when the people I was supposed to help are no longer around? It was bound that I would learn at some point. You and I share this sin that we should be allowed our opinions without consequence, absolving ourselves of any research or critical thought that could’ve changed everything. We fooled ourselves into believing that we could live peacefully with our own beliefs so we could victimize ourselves when challenged by people who were justified to be angry.

    It’s so easy to use what makes one’s identity as a tool for personal gain. I weep at how such tactics can be so superficial yet so damaging.

    All to avoid a conversation.

    All I wanted was to do the right thing. I wanted everyone to be okay in the end. But you betrayed that to, and I blindly followed. There’s no point when it’s too late to be right.

    You got what you wanted, a pure world with only one people. And I helped. You can keep this world. I don’t want to be a part of it anymore.

    Goodbye.

    1. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      That was intense. It was not an easy reading, I’ll tell you that. And after some reading, I am still very unsure on how I’m interpreting the story. Though from what I can get, it is a story about an experiment granting a wish to one person who has a very narrow understanding of what good might mean, and by that turning all around into a simpler world – devoid of conflict, and as such, of people. No suffering, no pain, no disagreements – bad things, in a sense, but more importantly, things the wisher couldn’t deal with. And although the narrator had been on board and part of it agreed (at some point) with their point-of-view… that’s no longer the case. They had a fundamental wish for everyone to be alright, thought they would not necessarily agree on how to reach this end. Still, it seems like the most pressing difference between them was not even this disagreement, but the ability of the narrator to change and perceive things through the eyes of others… which the wisher has not.

      And so, that perfect world with just the two shows itself as never perfect.

      Perfecting is such an intriguing concept, isn’t it? It is just two seconds away from boring. Curious thing.

      And so, conflict is reintroduced into this world. Perhaps, too late. After all, there is just the two of them. But maybe, just maybe, one can have a kind of bittersweet reading of it. Not sure if that’s my reading, but the possibility creeps in.

      A lot to think on this one. And those that makes us think are the best ones. So you know what that entails.

      1. It’s about bigotry. The wisher is a bigot, and the narrator didn’t know they themselves were one. The narrator considered themselves a helper of the people suffering, but didn’t see past the superficial logic they and the wisher used to justify and hurt another’s identity by bringing up their own identity and their own suffering.

        All to avoid a conversation about the differences between them that could’ve rectified the their understanding of the people they disenfranchised, and how the narrator’s identity was also used to fool them into believing that good intentions were enough.

        In the end, the bigots won and now own the world with only one people instead of all different types.

        I thought I got that across with the first sentence of the second to last paragraph, “You got what you wanted, a pure world with only one people.”

        But I guess I didn’t make it clear enough. But even then, take away the meaning, you still get ‘hatred won’. So it still did its job in the end.

        As for perfection, it’s application in this case is subjective. One side gained their interpretation of perfection while others aren’t alive to oppose it. And the only one that is alive, is deprived of hope and are so ridden with guilt, that they commit suicide or go live out in the woods to suffer out of guilt.

        I’m glad you liked it regardless. Thank you.

        1. Aracnarquista Avatar
          Aracnarquista

          I can see that interpretation as well. The thing is that I took the idea of pure in a different direction (pure, perfect, good… all those are rhetorical tools rather than descriptive ones, so maybe it is the cynic in me that tends not to lend a whole lot of weight when I read it, even when it is used to flesh out character’s discourse).

          Still, once again, the tale usually can be read in more ways than anticipated.

          And isn’t perfection always subjective?

          Anyway, I liked that even in a story about bigotry, there is more than one facet to the results. We don’t see what the wisher thinks on what they unleashed, but the tone is that there is a strong sense of disagreement between them and the narrator… and misery is sure to entail. Which, you know, is fitting. So, strong piece in any reading!

  24. Maxer4000 Avatar
    Maxer4000

    The Worthy
    By Maxer4000

    “What would you do if you were able to bend the world to your will?” A question was asked by a sword perched on a stone, it’s slate black handle and scabbard being etched with ornamental gold lines, it’s a mystery why such a fine piece of craft is placed in a random spot in a jungle. Still, the enticing voice has lured in a young warrior.

    “Me?” the young man perplexed as he heard the voice “Well… I want to make the world a better place of course, that’s what a hero do, I want to right all the wrong in the world” he answered with little hesitation. Realizing he was talking to a sword, he questioned himself “Wait a minute, are you like a sword an ancient hero wielded long ago?”

    “My origin matters little, the important thing here is that there is a wrong in the world and I need a worthy wielder to carry my power to right it, will you be the one?” the blade asked with a stern tone. Not long after, the boy gripped into the handle “I want to bring justice to the world, so yes, I’m worthy.”

    Soon, a small sting was felt on his foot, the boy lifted his leg to see what’s wrong. As soon as he raised it, his foot came clean off, inside his shoe was the bones of his foot, looking at his arm, he can see the bones peering through his rotting flesh, he wanted to let go of the sword, but his hand won’t budge. A very demonic voice growled into his head “You view that your standards are the one that matter, you see that the world must bend to your will, such deranged ambition. The only thing you worth receiving is your existence… snuffed, out.” The boy screamed, but it fell on deaf ears.

    As the skeletal remain laid there, crumbling into dust, another came to look at the blade. “Greeting, dark one, are you here to–” before the blade could finish, a crystallized tendril slapped it, sending tumbling through the dirt and into a nearby tree “Such… rejection… this fear of power, this… yes… this is the one” through a brief contact with the tendril, it can read the being’s memories. The blade again spoke into the creature’s mind “Dark one, wield me, I will help you control your power.”

    1. Matthew R. Wright Avatar
      Matthew R. Wright

      Poor hero, didn’t get to mend the wrongs of the world. An entertaining twist of the Master Sword/Sword in the stone trope. Love how the blade becomes excited by the presence of a being that doesn’t want its power, desiring it like a love, begging it to wield it because it needs its strength and power. A fun little fantasy tale. Well done.

    2. Iosef Paramonov Avatar
      Iosef Paramonov

      The overall story is really interesting. There isn’t really a hero or villain here, there are some interesting thematic elements at play.

      You should work on your grammar, your tenses are all over the place. And the last paragraph is a bit rushed and I found it a bit confusing to follow (the grammar didn’t help either). I wasn’t sure who said “Greeting, dark one…” for example, or where this ‘crystallized tendril’ came from.

      A good story and nice read with great elements. Work on your grammar and structure and it will be even better.

      1. Maxer4000 Avatar
        Maxer4000

        Thank you for your input, the reason the last paragraph being choppy and weird is me being afraid I might go over the word limit. I have fixed the part you mentioned and I’ll try my best to have my writing clearer to avoid confusion.

    3. Papileser Avatar
      Papileser

      I enjoy the way this story turns the sword in the stone trope on its head. I could imagine this being a sort of origin story for a villain or perhaps an anti-hero of some type. If you ever decide to expand this, maybe some more development of the sword’s true motives would be nice.

      Excellent work! Keep up the great writing!

      1. Maxer4000 Avatar
        Maxer4000

        Thanks, this is a part of a back story for one of the characters in my story of which explores the sword’s motive and it’s logic of choosing wielders.

    4. Tale Foundry Avatar
      Tale Foundry

      Hello!

      I’d like to let you know that your story’s word count is over the limit by 49 words. Make sure to use wordcounter.net to check your word count, as this is the same counter the Bot uses.

      I hope you receive this notice in time to fix this if you so desire so that you may be eligible for being read. If you have any questions or comments, feel free to reach out to me over Discord (if you are part of our community) or by replying to me here, and I’ll check back as soon as I can.

      Thank you for your time, and have a lovely rest of your day/night!

      —Dukki, the Prompt Delivery Girl

      1. Maxer4000 Avatar
        Maxer4000

        Hello! I know it went over the count, it felt like I couldn’t chop it down and lose the impact of the details. Still, if you don’t mind, I’ll post my eligible version down here since I rather not have my current version being lost, thank you for reading.

        1. Maxer4000 Avatar
          Maxer4000

          “What would you do if you were able to bend the world to your will?” A question was asked by a sword perched on a stone, it’s slate black handle and scabbard being etched with ornamental gold lines, it’s a mystery why it was placed in a jungle. Still, the enticing voice has lured in a young warrior.

          “Me?” the young man perplexed as he heard the voice “Well… I want to make the world a better place, that’s what a hero do, I want to right all the wrongs in the world” he answered with little hesitation. Realizing he was talking to a sword, he questioned himself “Wait a minute, are you like a sword an ancient hero wielded long ago?”

          “My origin matters little, what important is that there is a wrong in the world and I need a worthy wielder to carry my power to right it, will you be the one?” the blade asked with a stern tone. Not long after, the boy gripped into the handle “I want to bring justice to the world, so yes, I’m worthy.”

          Soon, a small sting was felt on his foot, the boy lifted his leg to see what’s wrong. As soon as he raised it, his foot came clean off, inside his shoe were only bones, looking at his arm, he can see his rotting flesh, he wanted to let go of the sword, but his hand won’t budge. A voice growled into his head “You see that the world must bend to your will, such deranged ambition. You only worth your existence… snuffed, out.” The boy’s scream fell on deaf ears.

          As the skeletal remain laid there, another came to look. “Greeting, are you here to–” before the blade could finish, a crystallized tendril slapped it, sending tumbling into a nearby tree “Such… rejection… this fear of power, this… yes… this is the one” through a brief contact with the tendril, it can read the being’s memories. The blade again spoke into the creature’s mind “Dark one, wield me, I will help you control your power.”“What would you do if you were able to bend the world to your will?” A question was asked by a sword perched on a stone, it’s slate black handle and scabbard being etched with ornamental gold lines, it’s a mystery it is placed in a jungle. Still, the enticing voice has lured in a young warrior.

          “Me?” the young man perplexed as he heard the voice “Well… I want to make the world a better place, that’s what a hero do, I want to right all the wrongs in the world” he answered with little hesitation. Realizing he was talking to a sword, he questioned himself “Wait a minute, are you like a sword an ancient hero wielded long ago?”

          “My origin matters little, what important is that there is a wrong in the world and I need a worthy wielder to carry my power to right it, will you be the one?” the blade asked with a stern tone. Not long after, the boy gripped into the handle “I want to bring justice to the world, so yes, I’m worthy.”

          Soon, a small sting was felt on his foot, the boy lifted his leg to see what’s wrong. As soon as he raised it, his foot came clean off, inside his shoe were only bones, looking at his arm, he can see his rotting flesh, he wanted to let go of the sword, but his hand won’t budge. A voice growled into his head “You see that the world must bend to your will, such deranged ambition. You only worth your existence… snuffed, out.” The boy’s scream fell on deaf ears.

          As the skeletal remain laid there, another came to look. “Greeting, are you here to–” before the blade could finish, a crystallized tendril slapped it, sending tumbling into a nearby tree “Such… rejection… this fear of power, this… yes… this is the one” through a brief contact with the tendril, it can read the being’s memories. The blade again spoke into the creature’s mind “Dark one, wield me, I will help you control your power.”

  25. Love is Blind, Forever

    By Cody H

    “Do you remember bowling?”

    “At King Pin? Chicken Wednesdays? Yea, I do.”

    “It was good, wasn’t it?” he asked.

    She sucked in a breath.

    “Why can’t we go back to Chicken Wednesdays?”

    “Because you got what you wanted, John.”

    She was right. It was a perfect dream. Chantel was back. They sat on an endless beach and shared bottomless mojitos like in Maui. The sea stretched forever. The sun only sank below the horizon when he remembered how beautiful the moonlight was when it hit her hair. But something was wrong.

    It was the machine. He had done everything right. He read the packet as many times as he could. Visualize your dream. Know your dream. Remember it as if it were yesterday. The machine would pull information from your subconscious. They said imagination flavored it, but the core of the experience was subconscious truth. This was the truth. The beach, the mojitos, the moonlight…

    “I don’t understand. We’ve got it made. Look!” He poured his drink on the ground, then rotated it back up. It refilled instantly, umbrella and all.

    “You’ve got it made. But did you stop to think about me? At all?”

    “Of course I–”

    “Remember bowling. Chicken Wednesday. What happened?”

    “It was the same as always.”

    “That part you understand. It was the last straw. I mean, really, smashing the register with a 15 pounder?”

    “What? When–”

    “Who dragged your ass home? I had to call your mother. Your mother, John.” She rose from her beach chair, shook her head as the sea began to recede.

    “Chantel, please.”

    “Didn’t I tell you this? We’re done.”

    He had put his things in order before the study; sent final texts, closed accounts, gave his pug away. He signed his life away for the promise of the forever dream. He knew his truth, didn’t he?

    He tried to shout her name but his voice vanished in a swelling wind that blew the sand from the beach and revealed a black, igneous stone. In his hand was only a dusty glass. Even the moon and sun disappeared.

    1. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      Oh, I love that idea. Really interesting. Though I’m left wondering if his forever dream is over or if it will just keep repeating with the possible fights. And to be honest, I find it bittersweet that he found it in himself (either consciously or subconsciously, it does not really matter for that argument) that she is over him, and her world (even in the way he envision it) encompasses more than his limited projection.

      So, yeah, that was very powerful. The reward is not just a mistake, but it is limited – and that’s the sad part. I loved it, really. Very well done, very good tale.

  26. MasaCur Avatar
    MasaCur

    The Hero
    By MasaCur (Reposted from Private Group)

    Lucas sighed wistfully as he watched the merriment of the people in the kingdom.

    Ten years now, the Demon King had been defeated. Defeated at Lucas’s own hands. Before that, twenty years of fighting the Demon King and his legions, of fighting to rid his evil from the lands.

    But Lucas had prevailed. He struck the Demon King down, and drove his demonic horde to the Hell from which they came.

    The mortal legions of the Demon King fought on, but eventually they too would surrender. Doomed by the lack of leadership, poor morale, and their own infighting, Lucas had no troubles leading the offense against the remaining threats. The Orcs were the first to capitulate. They came to the human kingdoms with offerings and articles of peace. A treaty was struck. Lucas remembered witnessing the ceremony, called upon by his king to mediate.

    Slowly the other races followed suit. The dragons were last, but even they offered to return to the Burnt Lands, never to return to fight against humanity.

    The kingdom had known nothing but peace for five years. Lives were rebuilt, the kingdom had prospered. Trade agreements with many of the races considered monsters a decade ago had built up everyone.

    The people were happy.

    But not Lucas.

    He felt fat and old, even though he was certain he could defeat any of the king’s knights in combat, many of whom were half his age.

    He had known nothing but fighting the forces of the Demon King for so long, he couldn’t remember his life before it.

    It was Lucas who was responsible for this peace. It was through his actions that this festival was being celebrated.

    But he didn’t feel like he was in a celebratory mood.

    What to do when you have a single purpose in your life, and then fulfill it? What do you do with your life afterwards?

    1. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      I really like the sentiment of this piece, though I have a bit of a problem with it being the central theme. Soldiers are meant for war, and without conflict… well, they have no place to be. I think this is a really interesting concept to deal with, and it was a great telling of the story. But from the perspective that I think we were supposed to sympathize with Lucas… well, I just can’t. And I understand the story would make sense (or fit with the prompt) if it was taken in a different direction, but it still leaves something a bit bothersome afterwards, since I just can’t validate the sentiment here.

      Very well told, regardless of that. Interesting that it elicit that kind of sentiment, even. So, yeah, nice story.

    2. I like the subversion of the typical ‘happily every after’ – often, stories end on the defeat of the big bad evil guy but barely look at the aftermath, especially not longterm. Also, this is a really good use of the prompt, as all has ended well, as it ‘should’ be, but it’s not the happiest option for a person who has grown up knowing nothing else. Like Aracnarquista mentioned, soldiers are a very difficult group of people. There are many stories about veterans who fall into depression upon returnal, as there is nothing left in their life but the haunting pictures of war. I could imagine that hinting at this more traumatised, empty side could help sympathising with Lucas more.
      While I feel that it’s fitting how he feels like a co-driver in society, I would have wished for a bit more emotional insight into his struggle – but I can imagine word count being a fierce fiend on that front.
      In my opinion, you already drove home your point very well with this story, so that the last paragraph feels a bit too on the nose. There would be more emotional impact if you showed him stroking his antique sword or something, illustrating by showing-not-telling that he doesn’t really know what else to do.
      Generally, I like your idea and your whole take on this prompt! It’s rich in story and makes me think more critically about generic storytelling. Thank you!

  27. The prize of Jealousy.

    by Galer.

    “And because of this, Thomas you will be promoted but you will have a more professional handler from now on,” Matias said to Thomas. The Jealous reckless young man got into the force a long time ago and had a reputation of getting in over his head into things he shouldn’t be.

    Like fighting multiple experienced criminals with anomalies, while they got depowered by Thomas’ nullification anomaly he almost got shot multiple times and got beaten for his troubles.

    The worst part? The Idiot wanted a fight like this to happen to prove he could handle them all alone.

    “What!? but we got them right!? I should-” Thomas protested but he was interrupted by his friend Luisa.

    “what? alone? Thomas for the love of the Ancestors you should at the very least recognize that this is what you get for doing that!” She said while she was a Zotrisatian battle maniac, she was the second best beside Matias in wrangling the Recklessness of Thomas. “Thomas listen to me, I like a good fight, but I even recognize that was a dumb decision if I wasn’t there you would have died.”

    “Exactly,” said Matias “your dedication is commendable and you prioritized the hostages as you should, but you let your Jealousy take over and look at what happened, Thomas you. are. in. a. Team. you can handle all of this alone.”

    He pointed at the beaten-up 24-year-old in front of him that was recently discharged from the hospital

    “…Understood,” Thomas said with barely contained rage in his Tone, while he looked at Matias like he had a laser vision for an anomaly and not Nullification.

    “Well you and Luisa are now discharged,” Matias said while Luisa through the automatic door calmly, while Thomas went through the door, however, it was followed by a loud bang from the other side it was most likely Thomas hitting it with a punch, which made Matias thing the Troubles with Thomas were not over yet.

    1. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      Well, well, hello there, Galer. This was a bit of a strange read for me. I guess something got lost in translation, but I’m not sure I quite understand what is being described here as jealousy. I get that Thomas is the kind of guy that goes all in without any regards for his own safety, and although things so far have worked out, it is just a measure of time until it backfires. But I’m not sure how jealousy factors in, and maybe it is because I have a very different concept of it than what you are working in the story. And due to that being a central theme here, it was a very difficult piece for me to immerse myself. I think the whole scene and the dialogues work, but I can’t shake the feeling I’m probably misinterpreting something, so… take my comment with two tablespoons of salt, I guess.

      1. well, you see Thomas has to be saddled with Nullification powers and abilities the problem is he is essentially a “Normal” Human with only those powers, which wasn’t precisely good for his childhood with everyone having better powers than him, making him develop short of a Jealousy problem as times goes on.

        he wants to probe himself better that the ones with cracked over anomalies (super powers here) so He constantly does reckless maneuvers to try and probe himself better.

        but in a toxic way

  28. Thank you! I’m glad you liked it, I was worried because the script that I imagined would require much more than 350 words, then I thought that this story ended up being too rushed and vague.

    Surely I need to improve my punctuation, your sugestion is better thanks!

  29. Aracnarquista Avatar
    Aracnarquista

    en passant, desperado
    by Aracnarquista

    When the clock struck six, Doctor Finito took a glimpse at the monitors and put the cup of mate down. He already knew it was only a matter of time before losing that patient, but the real question was the precise timing. And the electroencephalogram pointed out the moment was about to pass.

    “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. I can’t help you anymore. None of us here can.”

    This was the easy part. But the important part, the shameful part… the pulsing rhythm of the electrocardiogram urged him to go on.

    “I can’t help you anymore. But perhaps you can still help me. Not that I have any right to ask that of you, but… please?”

    He hoped the patient could listen, and remember.

    “I need to send a message to the other side… no, to the threshold. The place where you’ll be soon. I need to reach Death. Death knows who I am.”

    “You may have heard these stories of people challenging Death to a game of chess. You’ll soon have your chance. Death is quite fond of these games, and an amazing player. To my knowledge, none but me has ever beaten them.”

    He ventured a sad smile, remembering the dance of the chess pieces over the board. That most glorious and intense chess game ever played.

    “So it is no wonder none really has any idea what would happen if one wins against Death. Well, I know. You return, and you can’t die. Ever. Which seems like a sweet deal, and in most aspects, it is. But…”

    The chess pieces were still battling in his mind.

    “But that was the highlight of my life. That game. And I never found an opponent like Death again. Not in the International Federation, against the Grandmasters. Not against the best supercomputers…”

    Those games seemed like a lifetime away. That one game, though, still felt like yesterday.

    “It is not just skill. It is about the love, the longing for the game. It is about an opponent who we can match in passion.”

    “Please, tell Death I beg for a rematch.”

    1. ok really dark and interesting, very well made.

      1. Aracnarquista Avatar
        Aracnarquista

        Thanks!

    2. When you commented on my story about how you’re interested in how writers can subvert common tropes. And you did just that here, I was expecting that the message was something involving a loved one or some “higher” plea, that was very good.

      But I wonder, why would he beg for a rematch, considering the risks? Maybe death would want to make him wage his eternal life. I wouldn’t risk it just for the sake of “the best” chess match, lol.

      1. Aracnarquista Avatar
        Aracnarquista

        I guess the whole thing is just how the “reward” of eternal life feels for each character blessed/cursed for it. I’m usually tired with the whole “eternity blues” trope, but the idea of limited time intensifying experience appeals to me. So what I think is going on here is that the protagonist is struggling (and that’s after a long search) to find intensity in life. Sure, he can live forever. But what does he live for? If I had more words, I’d make a longer discussion on how he could structure his life around social utility and pleasure, but ultimately he still craved for that intense moment that could justify life itself – even if, and probably because – it would cost life itself.

        Musing about what to do with life are interesting, but also a bit sad if dealt for too long. So a short story seemed like the place to address it, at least a bit.

        That being said, that’s just my interpretation of it. He might just be a chess junkie, who knows?

    3. I.

      LOVE.

      This concept!

      The reward – immortality – was already won before the story began, but the regret comes in the essence of the victory. Having that one game that surpassed all others and then knowing that they’ll never have another like it. That’s… that’s a magical regret.

      I bet Death is -ha!- ghosting him XD

      1. Aracnarquista Avatar
        Aracnarquista

        Thanks a lot!

        You know, I had an idea after writing to write another short story, now I fictional one written (in-universe) by the doctor, where he can fantasize about the game going on. A living immortal and the very spirit of Death, playing an eternal game just for the thrill of it. And I got some nice ideas on where to take that story… though I think that would only work as a kind of wish-fulfillment fiction from the doctor’s perspective.

        Death probably has better concerns to deal with. It was time the immortal to get over that relationship, right?

    4. Really great concept! I wasn’t expecting the motive at the end there, even knowing the prompt. It left me surprised and did a great job at building character, to boot! I think you managed to get a lot of character across in a small space. I can really get a feel for the doctor, his goals and attitude, etc. Excellent!

      1. Aracnarquista Avatar
        Aracnarquista

        Thanks a lot!

        Before writing this one, I tried my hand in another story that had a very different tone and overall arch, but also dealt with the premise of a reward that was to be coveted and then seeing as lacking after it is appreciated. Also, won in a game. And in that other story, I wrote in first person from the perspective of the gambler… though I chose to pursue a different route for the prompt (the other story was getting way too long), I guess that first exercise helped getting my writing-muscles warmed up to embody the doctor and his plight.

        Also, it is a character I liked a lot, which also helps, hehehe.

    5. Lee Strangely Avatar
      Lee Strangely

      It’s a little weird and kind of funny thinking about how this random guy is sitting on his death bed and about pass on, only for some stranger to walk up to him and start spilling his guts and making his final moments feel incredibly uncomfortable and awkward. Jokes aside, I like the concept of a doctor constantly waiting for someone else to die so he can take advantage of their death to further his goals related to what lies beyond (it kind of makes you wonder if he has tried this sort of thing with other patients before, or even if he could have had a hand in their death…). I also love the subversion of the challenging death trope, the fact he is seeking a rematch so he can lose and give back his prize rather than making up for a previous loss in a pitiful attempt to stave off Death. It’s such a fascinating premise, and a fantastic story.

      1. Aracnarquista Avatar
        Aracnarquista

        Thanks a lot!

        Well, I am not sure if the patient is able to hear the doctor, but if they do… that would certainly be a strange way to die. And yes, that would make one wonder how truthful he was when he said he wasn’t able to help. In my mind (in my reading, more than anything), he has no need for such a crude tactic – although his waiting is long, he has lived for quite a while and his time perspective allows for some patience. and it is not as if he wouldn’t have a lot of opportunities of dealing with people on the brink of death in his chosen profession (in fact, that’s probably at least part of why he became a physician after all his search for purpose after becoming immortal).

        And I plan on returning to this setting, at least to write a fictional tale from which the doctor is the author… and my idea there is to subvert the subversion! Hope it works!

    6. I feel bad because I was laughing at the person on their deathbed. They’re dying and the doctor tells them, through a very personal experience, that death is real and they like chess.

      Immortality is definitely not a good reward in my opinion. Like Doctor Finito expressed, there’s no challenge anymore. And even if they were to give in to another field of work, they know they have all the time in the world to accomplish it. It’s no longer a matter of if they can achieve something before death claims you, only when you decide you want to achieve it.

      They’re bored and willing to risk death to get a rematch, and no matter the outcome, Doctor Finito wins. If he wins, he can have a rematch with death at anytime probably, and gets a proper challenge for his level. And if he loses he doesn’t have to live without challenge anymore. Maybe there’s challenge in the beyond. Win-win.

      Good read. Good stuff. Much like! Have like.👍 Take it. 👍Take it.👍 Take it. 👍Take it.👍

      1. Aracnarquista Avatar
        Aracnarquista

        Thanks a lot. I always find it fascinating when someone can come with different ways of dealing with the whole how immortality is felt debate, and though I also agree that it surely does not sound like a good reward to me, I can’t help but think of The Sandman’s Hob Gadling thinking that there are still things to go… even if there are a lot of losses on the way and the possibilities of being surprised become scarce.

        Anyway, time is a strange thing, life as well. Stretching them both is a strange experiment, to say the least.

    7. VulpesRose Avatar
      VulpesRose

      Wonderful as always!

      You always paint such a wonderful picture with your words and your characters feel so genuine. I love how you subvert expectations and it results in just a really satisfying little story. I am a bit sick, so I’m sorry this isn’t a more put together review!

      Great work, as usual!

  30. Calliope Rannis Avatar
    Calliope Rannis

    A Perfectly Fair Exchange (Nyx’s Story)
    By Calliope Rannis

    “Will you provide that for me?”

    My mouth felt dry, as if simply making such an unnatural request had already cursed my tongue. I closed my mouth and swallowed hard, trying to maintain eye contact with the burning gaze above.

    The Vampire Lord before me smiled his terrible smile. “Oh, what a woeful tale to hear,” Lectara said with a tone of pity laced with faint mockery. “A young woman’s life, unavoidably shortened by an impurity of blood.” His last word felt especially heavy on my ears.

    With a quick gesture of a marble hand, he held out his golden jewel-encrusted chalice before him. “Yes, I do believe I have a satisfactory solution to your problem, Miss Murnor.” His other hand drew something from the depths of his fine clothing – an ornate dagger with a strangely wavy blade and an aura of seething magic. “We just need to make a simple exchange.”

    I expected the blade to do nothing to his stony skin. So watching it cut through the back of his hand like warm butter was an unsettling surprise. As was the speed that his thick dark blood filled the goblet. It felt like only seconds before Lectara was offering the cup to me, almost full.

    It was heavy, enough to require both my hands to hold. I looked into the cup. This close, that pool of blood looked less like something to drink, and more like a lake to drown myself in.

    A thought crossed my mind. “My lord? What did you mean by an exch-”

    My vision blurred white for a second.

    I didn’t know what happened. I almost stumbled as a wave of dizziness washed over me.

    Then I began to feel a rising dull ache, where my shoulder met my neck. And I began to understand.

    He casually wiped his mouth with a napkin, unconcerned. “Well? Drink, if you please. It is what you wanted, is it not?”

    It was. It really, really was.

    No time for fear now, Nyx. Just drink, and you’ll be there.

    So I swallowed my pride, and I drank.

    1. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      Well, well, well, there are some lines here that are incredibly powerful. Don’t get me wrong, I love the whole piece, but there are some lines that are just *chef’s kiss*, and I will make this all about those amazing word choices. The pool of blood in the cup looking more like a lake to drown was so ominous, and it perfectly pointed out how that one decision will encompass everything thereafter. And that ending… that was an amazing conjunction of ideas – swallowing one’s pride just before swallowing that blood, the lake where Nyx’s certainly will drown.

      And although the line “It was. It really, really was.” overflows with longing, I can’t help but parse it as”It was what she wants, what she really, really wants” in a very familiar rhythm.

      A powerful tale for a pivotal moment!

    2. Tamela Redfin Avatar
      Tamela Redfin

      Good piece. You had the perfect flow, and the ending was quite the wham line. I need to read more. 😀

    3. Oh! Origin story!

      Nyx’s torments in past stories play the regret in full. Though I’m sure you have more in stock for later tales. Because angst juice is delicious.

      I wonder if acquiring that blade could help free Nyx from the curse. Some Vampire lore holds that if you kill the sire, the vampirism wears off. Up to you, of course. Everyone’s vampires are different.

    4. A very atmospheric tale about vampires. I love the spooky tone you convey here, especially the aura Lectara radiates. She really seems like a person in complete control of the situation and I would shudder to meet her in a dark corner.

      Nyx’s transformation is also quite interesting. I assume this is her taking a step towards going full vampire, judging by the blood in the cup. Something she believes she wants, but probably will come to regret later, either because she is now in Lectara’s debt or because there is no going back for her now.

      Well done!

    5. Arith_Winterfell Avatar
      Arith_Winterfell

      Good rising action in this story! First we have the setup, the vampire cutting his flesh with the dagger, the blood chalice fit to drown in, her being fed on so fast she doesn’t realize it happened, and finally the climax of her choice to drink from the chalice. It worked really well as a story and introduction of Nyx into the life of a Dhampir. We know from your other stories the nature of her future regret from the reward. It will also be interesting in the future to see stories that cover the acts that lead to this point in terms of what she had to pay in terms of her morality before this to gain this reward in the first place. While I know its been hinted at she killed someone for this “opportunity,” it will be interesting to see more details about her feelings and regret with taking a life contrasted to where she will be going from this story and her struggles such as in the story about her first night’s struggle with her new state of being.

    6. “Oh, there’s Calliope’s story… ‘A Perfectly Even Exchange’? This isn’t going to go well.”

      Ya know, I’m especially curious now as to why she’s a dhampire. Usually that’s used to describe a child of a vampire (and a human), but what happened here seem’s like a pretty traditional “turned into a vampire” scenario.

      And surprisingly, that was actually a pretty fair exchange. Blood for blood. Except for Lectara getting his “straight from the tap”.

      And assuming there are no further strings.

  31. Faustini Avatar
    Faustini

    Slayer of the Dark One
    By Faustini

    As much gold as you can carry. On the first glance it sounded good enough. It was certainly a good prize for defeating the Dark One. So without a second to spare me and my friends marched towards His lair.

    And now, here we stood in front of the king, head of the Dark One lying on the floor. We stood our ground in the throne room and awaited our reward.

    “Perfect! Great job!” A little man wearing the Crown beamed on his gold plated chair. “As I promised you and your group can have as much gold as you can carry. Guards, take them towards the treasury.” I could see a mischievous spark lit king’s eye.

    Me and my companions were led into the treasury and a single drop of tear escaped my eye. We weren’t the same group as when we left. Most of us blemished with scars and mutilated into this barely moving mess of bodies.

    On my path towards richness and glory I’ve lost more than just my dignity. I’ve lost both arms, left eye and burned marks graced my face. More than one of my friends lost their lives and those who survived weren’t in much better shape than me.

    A single tear escaped my lone eye. And from the depth of my throat came a deep guttural laugh lanced with a bit of madness with which I returned from our adventure.

    All that gold in front of me and all I could carry was a single mouthful.

    What a joke.

    1. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      I was about to say that the reality of the adventurers being diminished people than when they first set foot on their quest would be better if it at first just lingered on that note of having lost some of their number and passed through horrors and just reveal the narrator lack of arms at the end… but, being quite frankly, the delivery on those last two lines were so good as for the early reveal not to spoil the impact (yeah, one knows how it will probably end, but not how good the delivery will be… and was the delivery good!).

      This was a bold choice, and one that worked very well.

      Great tale, really well executed!

    2. Ok Yeah I would regret it too it I lose my friend trying to kill an entity Called the Dark one, that was short and dark but well made.

    3. This is where trumpet players could win by stuffing their cheeks before they got to the tongue and teeth part. But that’s not the point of the punchline here, is it?

      I feel the King is a bit of an arsehole, here. Like he could SEE that there are survivors of his little quest that could not benefit from the letter of his promise. He liked this eventuality and was gleeful about it. He COULD have obeyed the spirit of his promise and figured out ways for these people to carry a significant amount of money.

      I do not like this King.

      I feel like Wraithvine could pay him a visit and give him some fresh hot karma.

    4. Mango Gravy Avatar
      Mango Gravy

      Those last two lines were brilliant, instantly changing the honestly tragic story into a hilarious comedy. It’s also a lot of character building, as the narrator ends not on a depressing note, but with a joke. It almost seems like the sort of story this guy, older and slightly wiser, would tell at a tavern partly as entertainment but also as a warning to pay close attention to every word on a contract, especially when it sounds too good to be true.
      “Mind yourselves,” he would say, “If I was more careful, I’d still have my wank hand!”
      This is great stuff.

  32. Encore
    By Curry

    Kilat furrowed his brows backstage. The audience’s praise sounded as shallow as the sermon had been. Lord Arthorias wanted the peasants to be fired up in sheer view of a high priest like him – after all, he was a chosen one. He would not be in a good mood. Straightening his robes, the young assistant hurried over to a serving tray adorned in glittering jewels. It held the usual cup of sweet wine, a piece of cloth and a small mirror.

    The curtain swung open dramatically. As soon as he set a foot backstage, the face of the high priest fell to an indignant frown. Kilat quasi-danced over to present the tray to his Lord, bowing.

    Having checked his hair, Arthorias started striding for the rear exit of the temple, expecting to be accompanied. “Did you observe these ungrateful animals? They will never see as much grace as they have just now and yet, they stared at me as if they expected me to feed them.” Kilat hid his grin. It was some small improvement that he used any vocabulary that incorporated an act of caring.

    “Yes, I did, Milord.”, he nodded, his lips now curling in amusement, “They are spoilt. Spiritual sustenance does not taste as sweet as you voice sounds.”, he purred appeasingly. Looking up, he met the satisfied gaze of his Lord – now was a good chance to advance his career. “I would love to have more chances of savouring it.”, the assistant grinned boldly, “If you please, of course.”

    The tall man’s surprised face started glowing with a hint of red: “I suppose you deserve a reward for your steady services. You may accompany me tonight to listen to even more passionate sermons – there is a family of sinners waiting to be exorcised.”

    1. Matthew R. Wright Avatar
      Matthew R. Wright

      When I read the title of ‘Encore’, this was not what I was expecting. This is a very original take on the prompt, using a religious sermon as the framework of the tale. The character of Kilat is quite relatable, we all know people like this, that flatter and kissass in order to succeed career-wise. The High is also quite a character, being ungrateful for the position that they have and the responsibility they have to the community, needing praise and his own worship in order to feel satisfied. Very cool, very original. Well done.

      1. Thank you for the kind feedback! I was unsure whether there is enough characterisation but you seem to have gotten a good impression. I’m glad you enjoyed it!

  33. Welcome to the Frontier (Frontier Universe)
    By Alex Nightingale (aka Spectre)

    Oliver stepped off the airship, holding onto his wide-brimmed hat, as the cold winds of the 50 or so floating islands that comprised the Frontier hit him like an icicle. The retired soldier held his bag over his shoulder and took a moment to look around on the air-dock.

    He was surrounded by a hustle and bustle of people going about their business, unloading crates, eating snacks and chatting. Music was playing over radios. One thing he noticed was the total absence of weapons. Aside from a few security personnel, everyone was completely unarmed. He suddenly felt very self-conscious about the dagger under his coat. If it didn’t hold such a sentimental value to him, he probably would have tossed it over the edge of the dock.

    It was still early morning. The planetary rings were still visible, as the sun rose silently. He hoped it would wash away at least some of the cold.

    After he’d loudly and vehemently denounced his military service and decreed that people with powers weren’t the ‘contract killers of those, too lazy to pull their own triggers’, he’d narrowly avoided several very angry people coming after him.

    “Consider yourself lucky you’re wearing those medals,” one official had said, apparently unaware that Oliver had tossed them into the river.

    He’d spent about an hour packing his bags, which were now being shipped out of the airship after him and to a motor carriage waiting for them. So this was to be his reward for being a warrior in the powered regiments of the City States beneath. A one way ticket to the Frontier and enough money to settle up in a small apartment.

    The Frontier was an almost pristine landscape, if one ignored the towns and farms around. Keene, where he’d landed, was its capital. A capital without any skyscrapers or towers. Just small buildings and cobblestone streets, inns, parks and farms. No luxury. No gilded floors.

    “Let’s hope you don’t regret your reward,” one of the officials had sneered.

    “Oh, I don’t know,” Oliver said to himself. “I think I might like it here.”

    1. I am marvelling at how dense the world around Oliver feels! This feels longer than 300 words but in a very good way. It still is very focused on the surroundings and worldbuilding, with just the right amount of backstory being strewn in. You definitely also gave a good glimpse at Oliver’s personality, he really seems to be the kind of person who would look for a peaceful life abroad after his service.
      The only thing I had difficulties with is the paragraph about him denouncing the service. Maybe the comma before ‘too’ is incorrect? Otherwise I don’t really understand this sentence, it could also be hinting at some people having special powers, but I’m not sure.
      Still, I enjoyed the atmosphere you created, it’s a nice piece with a surprisingly hopeful note, considering Oliver’s experiences.

    2. Definitely, I wasn’t expecting to see a sci-fi setting here, especially with a pilot as the protagonist. You did a very good job in conveying the world around him, usually this kind of theme requires a lot of world building to work and catch the readers attention. But you did it with very few words. Congratulations.

    3. Calliope Rannis Avatar
      Calliope Rannis

      Oh wow, the sense of place is really on point here! It’s very detailed and atmospheric immediately, and adds a lot of texture and mood to the scene just in general.

      But even more importantly, you do a real good job of making the Frontier a place that is harsh and cold, but also peaceful and homely at the same time. It is very clear that this military that once ruled his life sent Oliver here for the first two reasons – but in a beautiful subversion of the prompt, it is the latter two reasons that he pays attention to, and realises that this place may not be the punishment his superiors had expected it to be.

      Heck, the meanest things in the whole story are just memories, of harsh words in the past that have already been proven redundant and wrong in the present. I hope Oliver can find the peaceful life he deserves here, because it certainly seems possible.

      Lovely work Alex! :3

    4. Its already been said, but you did such an amazing job with the world building here. Everything from the immediate surroundings to the rings of the planet to the people around him just drew you into the story. And you kept us there with the intrigue of his disillusionment with being a soldier and that he was clearly sent here as a gift that was actually a punishment.

      It just makes the ending that much more satisfying that he seems okay with that. I even liked the small foreshadowing to that by acknowledging that no one had any weapons so it was a cold place but a peaceful one.

      Great take on the prompt!

  34. The Missing Link Avatar
    The Missing Link

    One Last Day
    By: The Missing Link

    “Kill.” That had been the one word spoken by the voice in the sky when Corinne woke up on the edge of the lava flow.

    Kill what? She held a combat knife that had almost stabbed her when she rolled over in her sleep. She didn’t have long to ponder the question when a woman twice her size sprinted at her from the forest downhill.

    There was murder in her eyes.

    And her hand. She slashed at Corinne with a serrated knife, tearing into the skin of her arm. Corinne tried to escape as she bit back a scream. The woman swung, and Corinne ran. She ran, right into a rock wall. The woman loomed, raising her bloody knife to strike.

    Corinne got low and tackled. Her attacker was stunned, almost dropping her knife as the pair rolled to the ground. Unfortunately, the other woman easily overpowered her, pinning her neck under a muddy knee. Corinne could see the anger in her eyes as she struggled. She would enjoy this.

    Corinne’s hand moved on its own. She had expected more resistance as her knife went through her assailant’s chin, burying itself up to the hilt, puncturing the woman’s brain. There was no more anger in those eyes, no fear. They were empty. Corinne would never forget those eyes as long as she lived.

    She never should have signed up for the game.

    Exhausted and bruised, she made her way deeper into the forest. As her throat began to seize, the adrenaline high fading, she came across a similar fight. She heard a sickening crack as one of the men twisted the other’s head, throwing him to the side.

    “Liam!” Standing up was the last person in the world she wanted to see there, “Why are you…”

    “I should be asking you the same question. We talked about this. It’s terminal. Whatever kind of wish they’ll grant, it can’t fix this.”

    As Corinne opened her mouth, the sky voice spoke again, “Congratulations, you sixteen have survived the preliminaries. Enjoy the tournament.”

    “Will they make me kill him too?” Corinne thought.

    1. Faustini Avatar
      Faustini

      I enjoyed the moment of uncertainty, will Corrine kill Liam, which I can presume is her friend/doctor for a spark of hope that she could be cured. Or will she succumb to her fate. What will Liam have from this tournament if he manages to win? Is it just ruse to increase his chance of winning or is he really concerned for Corrine?

      I must say great job for making me ask all these questions.

    2. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      The moment was really well written. The whole kill or be killed being then revealed to be by choice… well, that’s tough. This was punchy enough.

      The thing that did not work for me at least was the last question. To me, it seems pretty obvious, and if the intent was to show that Corrine is in negation at where her choices have brought her, then you would need a longer story. As it is, the tale works really well, but the ending felt a little flat.

      Anyway, it is very difficult to write fight scenes (and I usually don’t enjoy even the well written ones), but this was thrilling, and the change of pace afterwards was well done. It kept that whole thing about a life or death situation being an intense moment, but that is, in this situation, becoming the norm. A very complex idea to convey in a short story.

      That was very good.

    3. Charlie Ford Avatar
      Charlie Ford

      I feel that the detail in the fight scene in the beginning is perfect, and it reflects what people would have actually done in a fight like that. I like the suspense at the end how she realizes that she may have to kill Liam. This reminds me of the scene in Hunger Games when Peeta and Katniss are the last two alive.

  35. A Gift in Kind [Koshdelia Ever After]
    C. M. Weller

    Earl Kormwind had put his blood to the Oath of the Carved Keep thrice. Three times, he had said its words and he had meant it down to his very soul. Assuming a Tiefling had one. This meant, according to prophecy and legend, that it was now the reign of the Thrice-Sworn King.

    An age of conquest. An age, Ferdinand Tansie had thought, of glory and gain.

    He had expected more freedom to come with it.

    Expectations and Kormwind Arachis Felbourne Whitekeep IX did not mix well at all. He conquered out of necessity. First to teach the Olikents a lesson for trying sharp blade diplomacy against him… and thereafter against those who tried to take the captured territories BACK.

    It was shocking how many realms objected to one ruler ending slavery and initiating public equity. And this, too, was shocking.

    A map, a crown, and a long scroll. His Highness Kormwind IX did not give rewards without responsibilities.

    “Congratulations,” said his Highness. “You are now an Earl. You always wanted an Earldom, didn’t you?”

    This was a loaded question and Ferd knew it. “I once had such aspirations of your Earldom, Your Highness.”

    A glare. King Kormwind let the honourific pass under silent protest. “Your Earldom now encapsulates the Metswold Forest, Labyrinth Hills, and Tamyrandia. Seven Baronies in all. Baronies who will object to your rule, who have to be chased to pay their taxes, and who will no doubt vie for your brand new coronet.” Now that smile full of sharp, pointy teeth came out in full force. “Baronies just. Like. Yours.”

    Ah. The curse of responsibility. ‘May you rule people just like you.’

    Ferd examined the scroll. Roads. Bridges. Bandit trouble. A bunch of Barons who lied about how much they had, spending on themselves rather than their people. King Kormwind knew how to twist the metaphorical knife.

    An Earldom full of badly-behaved Barons who all believed they could be better at his job than him. Thorns in his side, just like he had been for King Kormwind.

    “Thank you, Your Highness,” was all he could say.

    1. Tamela Redfin Avatar
      Tamela Redfin

      Great as ever! I love the idea that he longs for it and yeah, the knife is very twisted in the back. The ending line is cold. But I love it! 😀 Keep it up.

      1. A polite blast from the arctic, perhaps. Tansie deserves it.

    2. Faustini Avatar
      Faustini

      I must say that I really love the motive of a punishment masked as a reward that you manage to deliver in your story. I believe that it truly shows the way of a saying: “who sews a wind, reaps a storm” – at least that is a feeling that i had from reading this. All in all, great job

      1. “What goes around, comes around” is the one I always heard. Also MeMum’s little jingle to the tune of “He’s a Jolly Good Fellow”

        One day you’re gonna have children, (x3)
        And they’ll be just like you.

        Altered for the story, naturally 😀

    3. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      Well, that one was really, really good. The whole idea of bewaring what one longs for tends to lend well to interesting twists, but the whole thing about trying to rule what does not wants to be ruled is a really nice place to take it. It reminds me a lot of the plight of achieving situational power after being in the opposition – what works for one position is such a distant thing for what works for the other, yet the “progression” is taking as natural.

      Really nice take on the prompt, and really well told story. As always, you have a really great way of sprinkling the elements of the larger story without making them detrimental to the short moment we focus on here – that was masterfully done!

      1. What you wish for, what you want, what you dream about can stab you in the back in the wrong circumstances.

        “You got what you wanted but you lost what you had,” is definitely a theme here.

    4. Calliope Rannis Avatar
      Calliope Rannis

      Ahh, I remember good old Tansie. Tried to get an innocent farmer murdered for taking back a loaf of bread, correct? Frankly, this gift, punishment though it may also be, is still much more than Ferdinand really deserves.

      Also, it really does show his nature, that he would expect ‘more freedom’ from Kosh’s rule, when in truth this king has been doing more to introduce freedom into these lands than likely any other before him. But of course, Ferd’s just talking about freedoms for *him*, and not the people he may once have controlled in one way or another. It turns out that the freedom of the common people can feel a lot like oppression for those nobles used to abusing them…

      And of course, the ultimate ironic reward/punishment for such a man, is to be given rule over a load of barons that do the exact same stuff he once did. I do very much enjoy the dark pleasure that Kosh was showing off as he revealed the full extent of his new assignment to Ferd. I bet he’s been looking forward to something like this for quite some time.

      Another great piece as always Weller. Very well done! ^w^

      1. Tansie also tried to send assassins against another Baron’s heir because the heir was all honourable and actually noble and stuff. So yeah, he’s a REAL winner 9_9

        Deserves everything he gets.

        Kosh has been cackling about this to Cordelia for a week or more. Deliberately picking out the BEST pack of arseholes to gift to another. Cordelia, of course, provided a few helpful hints as to who would be cool to add to the list.

    5. Arith_Winterfell Avatar
      Arith_Winterfell

      An interesting shift of point of view to one of this new Earl. It’s really neat to see Kosh ruling as a the Thrice-Sworn King. To see how he acts with justice toward his people, ending slavery and pushing for equality. Finally how he curbs those with power to face the responsibility due with their position. It’s interesting also to see how the new Earl must face the same sort of people he was in his previous position.

      It’s also fairly fun to see how Kosh twist the “metaphorical knife” with his insistence of responsibility to those who hold privilege and power in his kingdom. It shows just how much a just figure Kosh is as king.

      1. Kosh has a finely-tuned sense of justice. I think part of him is very glad to exercise it for the good, or the lessons, of others.

    6. Purge, Bearer of Wrath Avatar
      Purge, Bearer of Wrath

      This piece becomes convincing quickly. I get that sense that you know your characters in a lot of depth; this comes through in the economy of your writing. It has the effect of making the reader curious to know what else is going on there below the surface.

      “May you rule people just like you.” My god, the horror! :@

      1. Working on a (much) longer, more complicated book certainly helps with this 😀

    7. Hold on. I need buckets. I have to gather all the Petty dripping off this so I can bathe in it…

      The only criticism I have for this is the placement of “This too was shocking.” It really confused me where it is. If It’s suppoesed to refer to the Mao, crown, and scroll mentioned in the next paragraph, I feel like it would be better there.

      The rest of it is great. Even better on a second read through.

      I’m curious why Kormwind would give him the Earldom, but I guess if, despite being an pain in his ass, Ferd was a competent governor then punishment by reward is fair.

      1. You’re right about the “This too…” Since the readings are happening in seconds, it’s too late to correct it.

        Ferd definitely deserves the Earldom because he will LEARN that elevation is a responsibility as well as a privilege. As Kosh believes.

        Ferd is actually capable. The trick is motivating him to BE capable. The good news is that he knows what Kosh did to lay bare his lies and can work from that model.

  36. Lee Strangely Avatar
    Lee Strangely

    Conqueror
    by Lee Strangely

    It was once said that Death would speak to none but one, the unchallenged ruler of this world and all life upon it.

    Thump-thump-thump-thump.

    Thump-thump-thump-thump.

    Thump-thump-thump-thump.

    Thump-thump-thump-thump.

    All the hooves hitting the ground was like a great drumbeat. One rider chased another across the former battlefield, jumping over trenches, with hooves digging into the blood-soaked mud. The pursuer’s eyes were locked, through his goggles, on the tattered coat and mangled golden armor of the man as he fled on his horse. He kept trying to aim his bulky elephant gun while keeping his speed.

    The target panted and groaned as both he and his horse began tiring out. Occasionally he turned back to see the man still behind him, the silhouette of him on his horse, and the barbed hooks the jutted from his helmet like horns.

    The gun exploded with the sound of thunder; black smoke clouds fired outward as the projectiles tore through the other horse, sending it to the ground. His hands grasped at the dirt and the dead, desperately trying to pull himself out from under his lost steed.

    As his pursuer dismounted with an axe in hand, the man drew his sidearm. From his trembling arm, holes were shot into practically everything except for the pursuer. Soon the man was standing over him. Swiftly the axe was embedded into the man’s chest. It was a shrill sound, the breastplate’s cry of pain as the axe ripped through it.

    “I tip my hat to you, conqueror” a feminine voice spoke ahead of him.

    He looked up to see a woman. A white body in a black robe, and a faceless head under a large sun hat.

    “You, Death, will call me by my title,” he growled, “the title that I have earned!”

    She chuckled, “Then I tip my hat to you, King of this barren world. Ruler of all its corpses…”

    The new king gazed upon his land, and his subjects, all with a growing feeling of dread.

    “Last of the human kind.”

    A tear managed to escape the goggles’ confines, running down his cheek.

    1. You won, but at what price?

      Winning a dead world has to suck. When all is laid to waste, he can have everything he wants, and none of the meaning. I kind of hope he has a long, LONG life to appreciate his folly.

      I can only hope that he learned something at long last.

    2. Great little story. I particularly enjoyed how you kept the action moving. That was a wonderful way of hooking me and and taking me for a ride through the story. The reveal at the end fits the prompt perfectly and it was a good way to end this piece. Death seems very in control of the situation here! Great work!

    3. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      “I have become… well, not Death itself, but the one who can talk to her, you know? The Destroyer of Worlds?”

      “I truly remember this quote differently.”

      That was a fun read. Though it leaves more questions than it answers. The scene in itself is great, but I can’t help but wonder… why does the conqueror wants Death attention? He does seem all that keen in talking to her, he just demands respect for his achievement… And how come he didn’t foresee what was it that he was building up in his pursuit?

      Not that those were to be answered in the story – this feels a lot more like a painting of a specific emotional hue – the satisfaction for an achievement blemished by the realization of what this achievement entails (or, as the prompt so eloquently says, the reward you will regret), more than anything. And it does so in an amazing way.

      Very powerful scene, and it gives room to some interesting considerations. Great tale here.

    4. Lol this is the problem with tunnel vision. You don’t see the obvious. There must have been multiple times during this and other battles where logic would have shown the pyrrhic nature of this victory, but I’d assume he just kept going because he wanted that title and that audience with Death, which he got.

      I also have to applaud you for the execution of the scene since doing an action scene with two unnamed characters of the same gender, especially within the word limit has to be a pain, but you did it excellently.

      Very powerful story! Well done!

  37. Tamela Redfin Avatar
    Tamela Redfin

    Irresistible Resistance (tale of Gilbert)

    By Tamela Redfin

    It was a few months after our escape and Corlita and I were in the mountains.

    “My circuits and nodes are going to freeze off.” Corlita shivered. Wait, shivering? She had to be a human! What had Klon Vatti done to her?!

    In the distance, I saw a girl about fourteen years old and with copper brown hair.

    “Corlita, look.” I shouted, pointing at the girl.

    “Gilbert, careful! Your sonic scream could cause an avalanche.”

    The girl looked at us and walked closer. Had I just doomed us?

    We froze and just waited for her. She beamed, “Hi, I’m Andrea! What’s your name?”

    “M-my name is Gilbert and this is Corlita. If you’re going to take us to Cora, do so…”

    Andrea laughed, “Cora? But she’s the enemy. We are Underground Elements, and we fight for the freedom of Western Rolt. Come, I’ll show you to our leader!”

    I was hesitant, but the only other option was freezing in the mountains, so we let Andrea lead the way.

    “Henry! Come quick! I found two cyborgs who want to join the resistance.”

    “Who’s Henry?” Corlita asked.

    “Henry Cavendish is our leader. He was a bodyguard of Cora’s, but I bet you already know that, if you watch the news.” Andrea explained

    Henry Cavendish? Oh no, not him! He was the most wanted man in Western Rolt. Or wait, dammit Gilbert! You’re a clone of Feldspar Augen! But also, if I ally myself with him, he would never turn me in.

    My thoughts were stopped as he looked me over with a glare from his purple eyes. He looked like he was really trying to focus, “Andrea, you do know who this is, right?”

    Corlita raised her hand, “Please, we mean no harm, Mr. Cavendish. We too are on the run. We’d like to join your resistance.”
    Henry looked down, “I’ll give you a chance. But if you are a plot by Cora to drag me back, I will fight tooth and nail for my people.”

    1. I love every single one of these introductions. You’re improving on giving characters a voice and it shows. We can tell that Gilbert and Corlita are terrified and expecting the worst.

      We can tell that Andrea is a ray of sunshine who believes the best of everyone, and is trying to make a good impression. Maybe she’s the welcome wagon for all the lost souls who find the Resistance.

      And even better, we can see that Henry has found a spine since Cora was done with him.

      Edit nit – stick some whitespace between the last two paragraphs. Then you’re golden!

      1. Tamela Redfin Avatar
        Tamela Redfin

        Glad you like and yeah, I’m trying to make the characters more unique rather than “Hello, I’m generic human man. I just like my brother, Generic human lad.”

        And I feel bad for Henry, but I think he’s doing good with his life now. :3

    2. I feel like we’re moving towards some sort of actual…event. Like, the rebellion.. A rebellion, now has a clone of Augen and Cora(?), who are full of tech (but no trackers), and who knows what kind of intel.

      Cora is (maybe?) having a crisis of conscience. Augen is probably the closest he’s ever been to actually being in trouble.

      And whatever Saphirra and crew are up to…

  38. Yay! We’re doomed!
    By Marx

    Yelena had known fear many times in her very long life, but it was nothing compared to what she felt now. She knew if she were rejected here, in the Garden, it would mean both the end of her and most likely her unborn child.

    “…Father… I… know I shouldn’t be here, but… I had nowhere else to turn…”

    A chuckle echoed from all around her throughout the Garden. “Ah, Yelena… The last time the child of an angel and an old one was born she took the form of Death. The end of all things, including me. Come child, do you honestly think I would allow such a being to be born again unless it was my will?”

    Yelena paused, her eyes widening as she unconsciously touched the bulge on her belly. “You already knew?”

    “Of course I did.” He replied, appearing before her. “You are exactly where I want you to be. And the two of you are under my protection. You have nothing to fear.”

    Yelena sighed contentedly as that weight was lifted from her shoulders. It only left one other. “My child’s… father… he-”

    “Served his purpose.” He finished for her, affectionately touching her belly. “Just as you will have served yours after he’s born.”

    Yelena tried to fight against the tears as the reality of those words sunk in. “Can’t… can’t I be allowed to live? To raise my child?”

    “That’s not how this works.” He chuckled back. “This child is going to need both his parents’ essences if he’s going to be all he can be.”

    “But… Father, you write those rules.”

    “And it would do you well to remember why, child.”

    Yelena immediately looked away. “I meant no disrespect. I just-… I love him… so much…”

    “Of course you do, child. I wrote it that way.” He said dismissively, turning His attention once more to the unborn baby. “Death has been waiting for you for quite some time.”

    Yelena’s eyes widened again. “He’s… Death’s horseman?”

    “Death made the end to everything possible. And this little guy is going to bring it all home.”

    1. I really appreciate the ambiguity of this scene. What did the father do to write her this way? Is this you hinting at the fact she came to you for help? It’s interesting how you displayed the fear and hopelessness in the yet to be mother. It really is a punch in the gut to feel relieved for the character, but also sad at the fact the mother’s gonna die after it’s born. Overall, really compelling and impressive piece. Thank you for writing this.

      1. Thank you so much! I was hoping that this would be the kind of story that those familiar with the world would be able to get everything going on and those who weren’t would find intriguing. So I’m glad the ambiguity worked!

    2. Divine courtships never end well, do they. I like how the reward seems to be Yelena’s child. Something that is otherwise seen as something good, is turned sour by the fact that Yelena will not survive his birth or even get to know him, which is incredibly poignant.

      Another layer to this is that the relationship between Yelena and her child’s father seems to have been cursed from the start. It’s not explicitly said, but my guess is that they really felt for each other, so having their relationship just be the means to an end for some kind of deity, especially one who casts them aside so cruelly, really hits hard.

      Great story!

      1. Lol you hit the nail on the head with this one. Yelena and the father did genuinely care for one another and I look forward to writing more of them even if it doesn’t have the happiest of endings for them.

        I am glad the ending hit all the points I was aiming for. I also tried to make it so he never even acknowledges the baby as Yelena’s baby. Everyone involved is just the cogs on a wheel for him.

    3. Lee Strangely Avatar
      Lee Strangely

      This story reminds me of the ending to the first sequel to the movie The Prophecy, where a child is being born with a purpose and the parents are treated as accessories that whether they like it or not (when the time comes) will soon outlast their usefulness. But while the Prophecy franchise has a darker tone and to some degree can be considered horror movies, the way God (or who I think is implied to be God) comes off here gives off a more comedic, uncaring, and somewhat alien vibe like that of Gabriel’s depiction in Good Omens. I find it odd, but I do not consider it a flaw for this story. Overall I think you did a great job.

      1. Lol you aren’t wrong about that. Bob(who is the God of my universe, or at least what he likes to be called in the current day) is equal sides callous and casual. He just doesn’t overly care about the details anymore and has a very hard time seeing everyone else as real. Existence is a lucid dream to him and he treats everyone else accordingly to that belief.

        Thank you so much for the review!

    4. “So…the world is going to…end?”

      “Oh, not just the world. Everything.”

      “…oh thank God.”

      “You’re welcome.”

      Honestly, since I knew most of this lore wise (aside from “both parents essence is nessecary”), the thing that most caught my attention is the significance of this taking place in The Garden. What’s so special about that? Surely if Bob, I assume it’s Bob at least, said no or yes or whatever it’d mean the same no matter where they were.

      Just out of curiosity, is The Garden like…. Where Bob was when he woke up? Is it actually the center of the universe and that’s why Humans and Earth are so special/where this is happening?

      It’d be hilarious if, not only was that the case, but the universe wasn’t even that big and it’s size was just an illusion and the only star actually reachable by anything is our own Sun.

      (You could make a religion out of- *WHACK!*

      Stop it. You. That’s how crackpot theories get spread over the internet. Someone said “birds aren’t real” as a joke and now way too many people actually believe it.)

      1. This won’t surprise you, as you know me but, I thought I replied to this ages ago lol.

        As for the Garden, the significance is two-fold. On one side, no one goes to the Garden but Bob so if you’re hiding a secret baby and are afraid Heaven will smite you if they find out about it, then the Garden is a good place to go.

        And on the other side, Matt has this instinctive connection to nature. He met Laila healing a squirrel in the woods. He came across Mara because he was so accustomed to saving injured animals he finds. And one of the initial reasons he connected so quickly with Teriana is because they bond over nature. It just tends to be a thing and it is in part because he was born in the Garden.

        And… you know… I hadn’t actually thought about where Bob woke up but… yeah! It would have most likely been there.

        Lol that said, you can get to the Garden FROM Earth and vice versa but it isn’t actually ON Earth.

        Also if that becomes the next Flat Earther thing, I’m blaming you lol.

        1. It’d be a step up since at least they’d be admitting they live on a planet and that space is real. Up to a point anyway.

  39. Skeleton Avatar
    Skeleton

    Credited Certification (The Will)
    By Skeleton (Edited by MelodyLuna7)

    Remianna placed the strange, ancient device into the beggar’s coin-pan. “I’ve done as you asked,” she relayed to the old, blind woman dressed in white, sacred garbs. “I stole it—costing me over twenty years of labour and rank, my reputation among all the scholars of the world, and my life—now that I’m wanted.”

    The Woman in White gave an amused laugh, reaching forth and grasping the strange device. Her thin, ebony fingers caressed every edge of it with melancholic care. “You do not sound that torn up about it,” she teased with a victorious smirk. “The White Witch… a fitting name that suits one of my most reluctant followers—criminal or not.”

    “If you think that I take any pleasure in fetching your fancies, then I’ll shatter that thing right here,” Remianna threatened, unconsciously glancing towards the white scales on her claw. “I’m running out of time—Eymir will lose his mind completely soon, and I think the Void Queen is plotting something to speed up the process. Quit stalling and tell me where this… “Memento” is.”

    The Woman in White hummed with amusement as the device finally came to rest in her lap. “Are you sure that is the question you wish to ask? I am already certain you know the answer.”

    Remianna bit her lip and looked away. “How do I reach the moon, then?”

    “Perhaps you have heard the tale of the city that lingers in the heavens?” the Woman in White suggested.

    The dragoness’ eyes widened at the mention of her childhood dream: a metal city suspended in the clouds that levitated with a strange energy. Buildings were connected by rails that you could ride on with strange technologies—simulated flight.

    “It is invisible to the naked eye,” the Woman in White continued, “and its altitude is too great for any of your kind to breathe. Not even the avonis can fly up there.”

    “Then how do I reach it?!” Remianna demanded.

    The entity’s mischievous smile widened to near malice.

    “You do not.”

    1. Ohhh, I like this one! A nice twist at the end that pulls all the work and hopes apart. You gave Remianna much personality not only in her presentation but also in her dreams and wishes. It makes her interesting and balanced. Reckless, maybe hot-headed when she really wants to achieve something, but also idealistic, believing in promises and having kept her sentimentality in some aspects.
      This story reads a lot like a fairytale but one that tells kids to be cautious. Very fitting for the prompt and, considering the fantasy elements, very down-to-earth. Great work, thank you a lot!

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