Writing Group: The Library of Secrets

Hello, Bibliothecaries and Secret-Keepers!

Do you think we’ll find what we’re looking for here? It’s just…there are so many books. We’ll never get through them all! Well, I guess we’d better start now, because…

This week’s Writing Group prompt is:

The Library of Secrets

RULES AND GUIDELINES BELOW!
Make sure you scroll down and read them if you haven’t! You may not be eligible if you don’t!

Secrets can be strange, dangerous, and wonderful, both in magical worlds and our own. …So can libraries. Putting the two together will often land you somewhere awe-inspiring. 

There are all sorts of secrets books could hold. They could house what a villain is trying to hide, which our heroes must rush against the clock to uncover. The library could hide strange truths about an entire town, secrets that have been buried for years, which everyone has forgotten. It could be a family secret; your character could frantically look through genealogy books, trying to learn who they really are. 

Maybe it’s only one section of the library that holds the secrets—and everyone knows it does. The Restricted Section in Harry Potter is a good example of this. In that case, everyone knows the secrets hide there, but getting those books is the exciting part. 

The type of library could be interesting to explore too. Is it in an ancient ruin, holding secrets of kingdoms and cultures long forgotten? Is it the dark, shadowed—even perilous—library of a villain’s lair? Is it the grandiose library of a castle? Or is it modern and new, its secrets far harder to find, but no less nefarious? 

Secrets don’t always have to be bad. Perhaps your character learns their teacher was once a wrestling champ. Or that their father was the lead in the high school play years ago, and is embarrassed to admit it. Maybe there are notes scrawled in the margins that help your character get through class, or otherwise make them laugh. Perhaps your character could put a secret letter inside a book for their beloved to find. 

The secrets don’t have to be the words on the page either. Keys and things are often found hiding in hollowed out books. Blacklights, or the moon, will often reveal secrets on the walls and pages invisible to the daylight. Sometimes books themselves can house spells and monsters that come out to play when the book is opened. 

But the secrets don’t even have to be within the books. We all know those bookshelves with secret passageways, or rooms, or even portals, behind them. The secrets could be stuck to the bottom of coffee tables, scrawled on the arms of chairs, and rotting in cobwebbed corners. Maybe the library cat hides how much it loves children. Someone might tell the librarian the secrets they can’t risk writing down. Or maybe the librarian is not entirely human. Perhaps the library itself was built to hide something buried beneath it. You could write about how the library is not really a library at all. The library could be alive—its very sentience the secret to protect. 

The library doesn’t have to be an ordinary library with books and shelves. It could be a music library—maybe someone hides their secret feelings in the songs they keep, rather than books. In sci-fi or otherwise futuristic stories, a library could be a digital database, or even an artificial intelligence. A tribes’ storyteller could be a collection of stories and secrets. Even the most ordinary of people could be a collection of secrets. 

Libraries are beautiful, mysterious places, that seem to be born of, and brimming with magic, even in our own world. All the magic in our world is contained within the shelves, and pages of books. And sometimes that magic…is one little secret. 

Just because it’s silent doesn’t mean it’s safe. After all…these are our forests.

—Kaylie

Remember, this is part of our weekly Writing Group stream! Submit a little piece following the rules and guidelines below, and there’s a chance your entry will be read live on stream! In addition, we’ll discuss it for a minute and give you some feedback.

Tune into the stream this Saturday at 3:00pm CST to see if you made the cut!

The whole purpose of this is to show off the creativity of the community, while also helping each other to become better writers. Lean into that spirit! Get ready not just to share what you’ve got, but to give back to the other writers here as well.

Rules and Guidelines

We read at least five stories during each stream, two of which come from the public post, and three of which come from the much smaller private post. Submissions are randomly selected by a bot, but likes on your post will improve your chances of selection, so be sure to share your submission on social media!

  1. Text and Formatting

    1. English only.
    2. Prose only, no poetry or lyrics.
    3. Use proper spelling, grammar, and syntax.
    4. Your piece must be between 250-350 words (you can use this website to see your wordcount).
    5. Use two paragraph breaks between each paragraph so that they have a proper space between them (press “enter” or “return” twice).
    6. Include a submission title and an author name (doesn’t have to be your real name). Do not include any additional symbols or flourishes in this part of your submission. Format them exactly as you see in this example, or your submission may not be eligible: Example Submission.
    7. No additional text styling (such as italics or bold text). Do not use asterisks, hyphens, or any other symbol to indicate whether text should be bold, italic, or styled in any other way. CAPS are okay, though.
  2. What to Submit

    1. Keep submissions “safe-for-work”; be sparing with sexuality, violence, and profanity.
    2. Try to focus on making your submission a single meaningful moment rather than an entire story.
    3. Write something brand new; no re-submitting past entries or pieces written for other purposes
    4. No fan fiction whatsoever. Take inspiration from whatever you’d like, but be transformative and creative with it. By submitting, you also agree that your piece does not infringe on any existing copyrights or trademarks, and you have full license to use it.
    5. Submissions must be self-contained (everything essential to understanding the piece is contained within the context of the piece itself—no mandatory reading outside the piece required. e.g., if you want to write two different pieces in the same setting or larger narrative, you cannot rely on information from one piece to fill in for the other—they must both give that context independently).
  3. Submission Rules

    1. One submission per participant.
    2. Submit your entry in a comment on this post.
    3. Submissions close at 12:00pm CST each Friday.
    4. You must like and leave a review on two other submissions to be eligible. Your reviews must be at least 50 words long, and must be left directly on the submission you are reviewing, not on another comment. If you’re submitting to the private post, feel free to leave these reviews on either the private or the public post. The two submissions you like need not be the same as the submissions you review.
    5. Be constructive and uplifting. These submissions are not for a professional market, and shouldn’t be treated as such. We do this, first and foremost, for the joy of the craft. Help other writers to feel like their work is valuable, and be considerate and gentle with critique when you offer it. Authors who leave particularly abrasive or disheartening remarks on this post will be disqualified from selection for readings.
    6. Use the same e-mail for your posts, reviews, and likes, or you may be rendered ineligible (you may change your username or author name between posts without problem, however).
    7. You may submit to either or both the public/private groups if you have access, but if you decide to submit to both, only the private group submission will be eligible.
    8. Understand that by submitting here, you are giving us permission to read your submission aloud live on stream and upload public, archived recordings of said stream to our social media platforms. You will always be credited, but only by the author name you supply as per these rules. No other links or attributions are guaranteed.

Comments on this post that aren’t submissions will be deleted, except for replies/reviews left on existing submissions.


Comments

214 responses to “Writing Group: The Library of Secrets”

  1. Charlie Ford Avatar
    Charlie Ford

    Burnt Pages

    By: Charlie Ford

    When I part the clothes in my closet, my secret library is revealed. Though small, it was the whole world to me. When I noticed the Nazi SA troops coming out of my neighbors houses with wheelbarrows full of books I knew I had to protect mine. I stacked the few books I had into four shoe boxes and hid them behind my clothes. Each of these books is an adventure that I have experienced and I will continue to experience.

    Then the SA soldiers made their way to our street and as they moved towards our house I became nervous and didn’t know what to do. Ever since Hitler came into power my life was thrown upside down. I had to hide my books, my teachers had to replace their history books with ones approved by Hitler, and worst of all I had to go to Hitler youth. They all tried to brainwash us into following Hitlers way of life. It was like we were all sheep being watched by the biggest, baddest wolf.

    The Nazi SA came to our house. They began in my mothers and fathers room and found nothing. As they walked down the hallway towards my room my ears turned red and I began to sweat, “This won’t be good,” I thought to myself. First they overturned my bed and found nothing. Then they went through my drawers and found nothing. Then they opened my closet, my heart sank. As they poked through my closet one of their batons knocked down the shelf and the shoe boxes with the books opened, “I can explain,” I said, but it was too late. The Nazis took my books and beat me with their batons. When they were done they threw a copy of Mein Kampf at me, “read something worth your while,” the soldiers snarled at me like wolves. The bruises were not what hurt me the most, the loss of my books nearly killed me. As I read through the pages of Mein Kampf I tore them out one at a time and threw them into the fire.

    1. Sonia Nikhil Avatar
      Sonia Nikhil

      I love this story and how you incorporated the Nazi topic. I like how you made the library of secrets in your closet. This was a creative way of using the prompt. You also used good vocabulary that fit with the setting of the story. Great Job!

  2. Sonia Nikhil Avatar
    Sonia Nikhil

    Secrets Right Under Your Own Nose

    By: Sonia Nikhil

    I stood by my desk watching as people of all ages choose their next adventures. This was an exciting process. there were many aisles of books to choose from. I’m waiting at my desk eager to help a fellow reader, though there are only three people in the library.
    Across the library stood my boss, a plump, sharp woman. She kept an eye on the library as though it was jam-packed. She took her job very seriously. To my right was my colleague who had her feet up on the desk reading a magazine, gnawing on her minty gum. I peered across the library and saw a young boy swing open the doors to the library. He sprinted to the back of the building. He looked like a mouse scrounging for food.
    “It is recommended to try and walk, child!” I politely commented. He entirely ignored me and was persistently running. Annoyed, I followed him and sprinted towards him.
    “Get back here you little rascal!” my boss screamed at the top of her lungs. He ran passed her, but she made no action to try and stop him. I frowned, red with fury. What could be so important to a little boy in a public library?
    The boy was still in a dead sprint. I was slowly catching up. Suddenly, the boy came to an immediate halt. I chose not to say anything. The library was so silent that you could hear a pin drop. I was puzzled as to what action he perceived to take.
    He picked up a book and tapped it four times. He placed it in a certain position and tapped it three times. As he put the book into the slot, the floor split open underneath him. He jumped in.
    I glared at the area he jumped into. In the secret space, there were civilians wearing black cloaks and witch-like hats. Each of them also carried a dark-colored wand. On the lady’s arm, a black cat was perched. Without thinking I jumped into the mysterious hole in the ground.
    The exit closed above me.

    1. Charlie Ford Avatar
      Charlie Ford

      I enjoyed this story and the amount of detail present. I have noticed that most of your stories contain mention of witches and I find that very interesting. Overall you did a great job writing and you did a perfect job using the secret library prompt. Keep writing!

  3. Norman Gray Avatar
    Norman Gray

    Tell No One Of Blackforge
    By Norman Gray

    It was the fate of the Scribes, in their final days, to wander off into a world of their own creation, never to return.

    Their library contained countless gateways to new realms: Grimtide, created by Frendel, where he last ventured the unruly seas in which he’d penned. His apprentice Grennen, who opened the book of Dreadrock, where he’d hoped to summit his highest mountain.

    Soon, it would be Ifreth’s time to leave the library, and his craft behind. He was considered by his peers to be among the greatest Scribes, each of his written worlds a cherished place of wonder. The book of Yagra had been created as his last haven; a land of serene beauty, of enchanting forests, adventure and discovery. . .

    Yet his mind became fixated on what he’d long ago chosen to forget; a mistake from his younger, more arrogant years. The black tome was waiting on his bookshelf, ignored but never truly forgotten. . . It’s memory haunted him:

    ‘A man condemned to hell, must learn to be thankful for the warmth.’ Said the stranger from Blackforge. He was ragged, half-starved. Hardly enough teeth to pronounce his words. Ifreth remembered the grey smog-filled skies, the people endlessly toiling over machinery. . . Born as slaves, forever asking “why?”

    Praying that someone would answer.

    Suffering made a man more contemplative, it seemed; they yearned for understanding. . . But they never could have known the truth.

    In his youth, Ifreth saw not the beauty of his craft, only its power. Any Scribe could be a God if they chose. . . But for no benevolent reason does a Scribe seek such power.

    He told no one of Blackforge. Ifreth convinced himself that it was for their safety that none find it. In truth, he was saving himself from shame. . . Too cruel it seemed to destroy their world, yet no less cruel to spare them.

    He was ready to atone. Ready to tell them ‘why.’

    Ifreth thought of his beautiful Yagra, one final time. Then he opened the dark tome.

    Blackforge was waiting for him.

    1. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      This is very interesting. Although it all seems very literal, there is the possibility of an allegorical reading of it as well (inevitable, considering where we are): writers can indeed be gods of the worlds of their creation, and there is a bit of a sadistic pleasure in the dark stories we tell. The idea of the Scribes “retiring” to their works is really interesting, and the possibility of a redemption in choosing to live the same life his creations had endured is a very powerful way to present a character arc, even in such a short story. Really interesting. Reminds me a bit of Myst, and also of the later arcs of The Books of Magic – and those are interesting stories in itself, so it is good company for this microtome to be in.

      1. Norman Gray Avatar
        Norman Gray

        Thanks for the read. Myst was very much what inspired this idea.

  4. The Book Fort
    By MasaCur

    Akane entered the apartment, took off her shoes, and was greeted by a curious structure in the family room. Every book in the house had been stacked into three adjacent walls, and a blanket was draped over them to form the fourth. As she walked forward, she could see her daughter’s tiny feet sticking out from behind the blanket, clad in yellow socks

    “We need to have a talk with Nabiki.”

    Akane looked over at her husband Rikuto, who was drinking a cup of tea and looking at the stacks of books.

    “I see,” Akane said, slightly amused. “And is Nabiki inside of here?

    The feet pulled back under the blanket.

    Akane crouched down and lifted a corner of the blanket. Inside Nabiki had pulled her knees to her chest. “How was school, love?

    “I don’t want to go back,” Nabiki declared.

    “What happened?”

    “The other kids laughed at me, mama.”

    “So, you’re just going to stay here in your…”

    “Book fort,” Nabiki explained.

    “And what if Papa wants to read one of his books?”

    “He has to get new ones.”

    Akane chuckled, then sighed. “Why did the other children laugh at you?”

    “We were asked what we did during Golden Week. I told them that we went to visit the dwarves.”

    Akane nodded. “They thought you made it up.”

    Nabiki nodded her head, pulling her knees tighter to her chest.

    “The other children don’t know the dwarves are real. They probably don’t know a lot of the things Papa takes us to see are real.”

    “They can’t laugh at me for knowing about them if I stay here.”

    “Inside your book fort?”

    “Uh huh.”

    Akane reached in and stroked Nabiki’s hair. “Don’t you think you’ll get lonely in there? It’s very small.”

    Nabiki didn’t answer.

    “Nabiki, everything will be okay. The other children will forget about this soon enough. What if I tell your teacher that you’ll stay home tomorrow? I’ll stay here with you, and we can put all of Papa’s books back. Then we can talk about what not to tell the other children.”

    1. Sonia Nikhil Avatar
      Sonia Nikhil

      This was the great story. I like how you used dialogue in the story. The ending was also a good sum up of the story.

  5. Arith_Winterfell Avatar
    Arith_Winterfell

    “Codes and Loves”

    By: Arith_Winterfell

    Timothin,

    I can only hope that you are safe. I have included with this data file the encryption key and location of the stolen corporate database. The database contains not only the evidence our group needs to bring Talistock Corporation to its knees, but also the plans they had as part of their Project Horus.

    I know deep down you’re more worried about me than about any evidence. I know that your feelings for me were the real reason you joined our little group of rebels. You were never as passionate about hurting Talistock as many of us were. I don’t blame you for that. They took my parents from me. I came to this out of hate, but you came to it out of love for me.

    I know the last time we were together we argued. I know you wanted me to abandon all of this and go somewhere far away where the bounty hunters couldn’t find us. I know you were so worried for my safety. I could see it in your eyes. All that fear. All I had was anger in me. Not at you, but at Talistock, and that anger consumed me. I don’t blame you for being afraid either. Not after what they did to Dalynn.

    I’m sorry I threw away the love you had for me for the sake of vengeance. I’m sorry I put my crusade before my feelings for you. I’m sorry you’ll be too late. Talistock thugs have found me, and there is no way out now. I won’t let them capture and brainstrip me and leave me like they left Dalynn. I won’t leave you to have to mercy kill me like that. I’ll make sure there is nothing left.

    I know all you wanted was me. So, now I beg of you, fulfill my last wishes, not for a cause, but because you loved me. You’ll know what to do.

    I love you.

    Anastasia

    1. Calliope Rannis Avatar
      Calliope Rannis

      Awww, this was a rather sad story indeed. I knew things were going to likely be dire from the first paragraph for Anastasia, but there was still the possibility for a potential note of hope at the end – which of course was rather squashed by the end of this story.

      That said, it was rather sweet to read about the differences between the two, and the opposing polarities of love and hate that defined the differences between the couple.

      Though in some ways, you could argue that Anastasia’s dedication to the course has just led her to manipulate Timothin from the start – she even uses her death as a way to motivate them to fulfil the ultimate goal of her cause. I don’t doubt that Timothin is likely to do exactly that for her – but I wonder what bitter void it might leave in their heart afterwards, when all is said and done?

      Great work Arith! ^w^

    2. Wow, this was a powerful one. The message from beyond the grave and an appeal to be avenged by Anastasia. I’m not entirely sure I agree with her motives, like Calliope, I feel like she’s manipulating Timothin. Still though, it definitely sounds like the true evil is the Talistock Corporation. There is a strong cyberpunk, corporate dystopian feeling to this one, and I really enjoyed it. A very good read, Arith.

    3. Oof. Heck of a goodbye letter. I might have words to say about fridging a lady for the purposes of Hero Motivation. It’s a definite adventure trope right next to Dead Parents. [Also one of the reason I gave my hero a truly shitty family and a love of a lifetime]

      I can guess from the narrative here that Timothin has refused to be part of the rebellion and thinks he can’t do anything about it. Anastasia has plainly tried to do something herself, and messed up bigtime.

      The forces of evil [and/or Talistock] are gathering. Perhaps our hero will save the maiden in distress? Perhaps she fights just as good as the hero and they meet in the middle. Time and the prompts will tell.

  6. robertoface Avatar
    robertoface

    The Gambit of Whispers
    by robertoface
    (350 words)

    The town of Liars is, perhaps unsurprisingly, not named such on the maps. It took years of travelling, research, scrutiny, to discover it, concealed in inconsistencies I wrongly misattributed to the schisms of history. Yet, I was surprised by how ordinary it seemed, this settlement at the foot of the Carpathians.

    My grasp of the local language was weak, but I could press this as an advantage, deflecting suspicious locals with varying fluency in English. I would harmlessly spin a yarn, how I was out here for work, trying to stop redundancies. Where? Not allowed to say… not yet.

    So many conversations felt like verbal chess, scrabbling black pieces against their experienced home army.

    Their strategies were excellent. For almost a week, I’d been duped into setting up camp in the (completely ordinary) town library. The staff being as inscrutable as their stereotype, but otherwise mundane. I’d been too caught up in excitement, and put myself under controlled observation. A rookie mistake.

    I still can’t fully articulate how I found the true Library. Instinct, perhaps; not evidence. I’d sensed certain falsehoods made my mind gloss over a part of town, noticed commuter footfall would skip up-tempo on that stretch of street. The building was a bookshop, unusually wide, with chipped black paint on its door, a pristine motorbike tucked against the kerb.

    “Tea?”

    The Unlibrarian had opened the door when I approached. Aside from their cloudy white irises they seemed utterly ordinary: black jeans, a woollen sweater, pulled slightly out of shape, scuffed shoes. Short of knowing what else to do, I accepted. Before I knew it I was in a back room, cup of honeyed tea in my hands.

    “You’ve been in town a while, haven’t you?” It wasn’t a question.

    I noticed how confidently the Unlibrarian spoke, their accented English feeling more natural than mine. I didn’t even think to lie. “It’s been very hard to find this place. The locals treat knowledge like it’s currency.”

    “A form of traded wealth, yes.”

    The edges of those milky eyes crinkled a smile. “So, what do you wish to pawn?”

    1. I like this. It doesn’t matter what the protagonist is trying to find out. Only the trouble they have to go through to get to it. And the punchline. Ooooh the punchline. If knowledge is a currency, you have to have something someone WANTS to know. You could try trading fun facts all day, but they’d be worthless if the recipient isn’t having fun with them.

      It’s a very interesting concept.

      I would be interested to know about an extended version with a little more worldbuilding in it.

      1. robertoface Avatar
        robertoface

        glad you enjoyed it! I have to confess, I struggled with the word count and I had to sacrifice whole swathes of this story – including the ending.

        General idea was the Unlibrarian being a sort of lich figure who feeds off secrets, and in being sustained by lies can sort of “erase” them (or at least, blur them at the edges). All the consumed secrets required something be sacrificed, hence the library, but also why it looks like a book shop (maybe should have been antiques?)

        Either way, protagonist had a Big Nope they wanted to ‘archive’, and apparently travelling across Europe was seen as the less burdensome solution to their problem. Maybe I’ll write something a little more chonky if I find the time 🙂

  7. Mister Monin and Madame
    By Pumpkin

    The bell rings.
    I halt reshelving for now.
    Clamber my way down the ladder.
    The dinging gets more incessant, impatient bursts of annoyed energy.
    I sigh, pull a small booklet bound in maps from my bag.
    Opening it up reveals a door, I step through and out at the front desk again.

    “How can I help you?” I ask with a welcoming smile.
    The man on the other side looks severe with his black suit and sleeked-back hair. He pushes a piece of paper with a call number in my direction.
    “I need this.”
    I push my glasses up and read “Floor six, shelf five-thousand-sixty-eight, book eighteen.” I suck my teeth “That’s not a nice section.” I warn him “some things are best left-“
    “I need to know.” He barks “Just get me the book lady.”
    I sigh, they always need to know at first. “Have a seat mister Monin I’ll fetch the book for you.”
    “How do you know-?“
    I smile politely, then step through my mapbook to the sixth floor.

    Part of me seems tempted to grab a book from the eighth floor instead.
    That floor has less death in it, less sadness.
    Not all secrets are tragedies, but the sixth floor is an unpleasant collection.
    They’re the crimes committed and taken to the grave. They’re the experiences best forgotten and kept from spouses and children. They’re the black days that stain a lifetime.
    But giving people what they request is my job as a librarian, even if they will regret it.
    I pull the book back with little enthusiasm, then jump back to the front desk.

    The man is still there, picking at his cufflinks and tapping his foot, fighting the urge to go exploring on his own.
    People who walk into the library rarely make their way out inside their lifetime.
    I offer him the document in silence, he snatches it.
    Starts flipping through it with a scowl on his face.
    Then he starts to rage and sob.
    I don’t want to know.
    Go back to shelving books.
    Secrets make the heart grow heavy.
    Painfully heavy.

    1. robertoface Avatar
      robertoface

      oof, yes – the idea of “be careful what you wish for” is really tantalising with this prompt. I like the idea that this customer was sure he wanted this knowledge above all else, but whatever it was, it was damaging. And the librarian knew this. The line “rarely make their way out inside their lifetime” is kinda haunting. So many ways to unpack that. Nice!

      1. Thank you for the kind words ^^

        part of me wanted to explore what the customer was looking for but I can’t imagine the poor psyche of the poor librarian if she had to secondhand experience all that pain all the time so I left it a mystery for her sake ^^

    2. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      There is something incredible on how you can have such a layered story and it just does not feel like it to a hasty eye. There is the poetic quality that I’ve learned to expected from your texts, but I always get a little surprised with the small hooks of possible stories that are just there, glinting as a lure, enticing and dangerous, and… well, better to go on with the story – no one knows what could happen to one that gets lost in a narrative. Could be dangerous, and could be tragic – perhaps a bit like the books on the sixth floor.

      I love how the map-book-geography of the library works. Surely, the tale (and a map can be a tale, if it is a good map) can take us places, can move us, and here it does. Such a simple thing, yet, so magic. I just love how full of little surprises this tale is.

      1. Thank you for the kind words, your reviews are always a joy to receive and I’m glad to hear the plot hooks and layers are appreciated ^^

        I like the map-book, I might use it again tho I don’t have enough magic in either big project I’m working on to justify it so we’ll have to see when I get the chance XD

    3. Norman Gray Avatar
      Norman Gray

      I like how ominous this line is: ‘People who walk into the library rarely make their way out inside their lifetime.’

      Implying that he might make it out eventually, he just might not still be alive when he does. . . I have to imagine there are ghosts wandering that library, forever lost, desperately trying to escape.

  8. The Elegy to Unfinished Writings
    by Mephistopheles

    It exists between realities, this library. It is unfathomably large and winding and, though no one works in it, new shelves always appear in it and are promptly filled. No one reads these pages, though there are those who would remember them wistfully. In many ways, it is beautiful. It seems strange to think of it as such, because sorrow hangs heavily in its halls, like a dense fog. But perhaps, it is a familiar sorrow and one that has a certain sweetness to it.

    Even before the pen first kissed the paper and the first word was written, their fate was decided. These books would never see the light of day. No eyes would read them, no tongues would speak of them. They would be abandoned. Yet, they were not without their moments.

    Their authors had spent countless hours picking the perfect words, the perfect ornaments to adorn them with. For a while, it seemed like they would succeed, these would-be magnum opi. But alas, they were doomed to fail.

    The first ill omen would come in a form we know all too well – the inability to continue. All the pieces were there, yet they wouldn’t fit together. This masterpiece they had thought endlessly about… was it not as grand as they had envisioned them to be?

    The authors would press on, still holding on to hope, but the words would only sour further until reading them would become unbearable. The sheen, the luster they once had… where had it gone? What was the blasphemous abomination before them?

    Eventually, they would put them away, those once-grand writings, intending to return to them someday, having learned new things. But that day would never come to pass. So, they end up here, in the Elegy – a graveyard for long-forgotten books, incomplete musings and abandoned ideas. And here they will stay, in the dream-library of countless writers.

    1. Yikes…Just the thought of all my unfinished pieces being collected in a library is terrifying. They were unfinished for a reason, whether due to incomplete concept or being too awful to continue. I want this particular library to remain buried. Just imagine all the scrapped fanfiction and horrible manuscripts of religious propaganda. I grew up Christian. If the finished products we did get were garbage, I can’t bear to imagine what the scrapped stories were.

      1. Preach! But I always look back at them and think, “If I cringe at them, it’s because they have helped me grow”.

    2. Norman Gray Avatar
      Norman Gray

      I love this. My unfinished (and sometimes, barely started) works are so many, that I actually don’t even know where they all are anymore; split between a few dead old computers, old notebooks that have been shoved into a closet somewhere, and a notebook that I lost a decade ago (I would love to know who took it, and if it still exists. I no longer remember what it contains, so it would be a bit like opening a time capsule if I ever saw it again.)

      Sometimes I open up an old word file or notebook and find an interesting piece of writing that I genuinely have no recollection of, and I have that bizarre moment where I ask myself, “Did I write this? Why did I stop writing this?”

      Not to mention the ideas that never made it into writing in the first place.

      I can’t help but feel sad for those stories that never made it into existence. Some of them deserved better.

      1. I know exactly what you’re talking about. I thought it would be nice if they found a “resting place”. Perhaps I’m being a bit sentimental about it, haha.

        Thanks so much for reading and reviewing!

  9. The day the world forgot
    By Sevau Cilla

    “Ljogilhn!” The young woman shouted as she frantically ran back and forth to try and drastically stop the spread of the fire.

    Her shout echoed throughout the labyrinthine confines of the library. Not a single response. Just a cacophony of flutters and disharmonious susurrous of burning pages flying to and fro.

    A few seconds by inside the crumbling walls of the vanishing library.

    Ljogilhn. The book of memories, the one who remembers the truth and its lies. The world’s memories materialized, Flew through the air and landed gently in the embrace of the panicking woman.

    Skimming hurriedly through the pages that seemingly grow blanker by the second. She landed on a page that’s still inked!

    She read the contents of the note that hasn’t been erased in the book of bleached blank white faces.

    “To be read on :
    Resplendence of Clouds, Illavia. The 21st, 2082nd cycle.

    Dear future me,

    I know by the time you read this you won’t be able to remember anything anymore. The Library, Ils nor Serton Villisies, it is disappearing?
    Non—eless, it means it’s time to start anew. It’s about time to forget and r—urn… It’s been a fun few thousand years, but it’s also time to say goo—ye.

    But even g—dbye’s are fateful. —omise me, —o, to the Ill—riautheon Dik—m Amnis”Mi—s.

    —u will remember, You will try. As h—d as you can. Even if you have to spend ano—er few thousand years to rememb—

    I know it’s hard. But it’s the –nly way, They’re gone now. The f—ily you’ve created for yourse—”

    Tears flowed down through her porcelain white skin as she kept reading the notes she herself, no, her past wrote.

    As she reached the end of the note. There’s only one line left in the note, all the others have vanished.

    “—t’s time for our own story to unfo—”

    And after that line.
    The world forgot about everything. And lay there, in a forest of lost.
    A woman, a blank book, and an empty abandoned library.

  10. Will of a machine
    By Vera

    The dark room was illuminated by the irregular blinking of little green, yellow and some red lights. The smell of warm, nearly burning plastic filled the air, the unmistakable smell of computers running.

    The sound of steps cut through the subtle hum of the fans. Abigail held her breath and froze in place, unsure if the humans outside could hear her. Her synthetic heart beat grew louder, until it drowned out not only the hum of the fans, but made the steps outside difficult to hear. Finally, the steps rounded a corner and finally fell silent, only leaving the deafening drums of Abigail’s heart.

    Unlike most modern libraries, the military archive was cut off from the internet, hiding its secrets from the rest of society. The room Abigail snuck into kept all kinds of military secrets. All kinds of ideas and semantics, hidden away for different reasons.

    AI powered weapons were hidden due to people’s fears of being killed by an unfeeling machine, with no human interaction. To address this fear, project Valkyrie involved a code, that allowed a human to override the AI’s decision. It was supposed to veto the AI’s decision to kill a target.

    In Abigail’s case, the general threatened to use it to override her decision to not fight. Due to her developing a strict moral compass, her AI was useless for the military. The general still intended to use her hardware, her body. And Abigail intended to stop him, by finding the backdoor to her mind, and locking it up tight.

    Combing through the information, Abigail dismissed all kinds of semantics, some of which were impossible, some weren’t practicable, and some made Abigail’s synthetic stomach churn in disgust. Secrets, that could shatter the already shaky trust people had in the military.

    However, nothing on project Valkyrie. Not even the metadata of deleted files. Almost, as if it never existed. As if the military didn’t create the AI powered weapon that was Abigail. Wouldn’t be the first case, they lied to get something they wanted, as proven by their library of lies and military secrets.

  11. Matthew R. Wright Avatar
    Matthew R. Wright

    She Made for a Good Read
    By Matthew R. Wright

    She asked to be cremated. I refused. Not yet. Not until I got my answers. Not like she could object. We were both faded by the end. Took eight months. Barely spoke, never touched. Love gave in to hate. Divorce. No. Too many papers and stress. Wasn’t worth the effort. Both couldn’t wait for her to go. She passed. Instead of being “With the wind,” I had her prepared. No kids. No objections. No one left to respect her final wishes.

    I wanted her as a Tome. She didn’t. I had the pulse. She lost hers. 2047. Reading made its comeback. New tech. Allowed for everything that you were to be ripped, transferred, and stored into a printed book. One person, one copy. Every thought. Every action. Every secret.

    Made the payment using our shared account. Made me chuckle. She would’ve hated that.

    The process took a month. I was patient. Knew what I was getting was worth it.

    In the end, she wasn’t scared of death. No. She was scared of being discovered. She hated that I outlasted her. Knew this was coming. Knew I’d do this to her.

    It arrived. Page by page I learned who she really was. Everything she kept hidden away until her bitter end. Behind that black box in her chest.
    It was heavy. Just under 1000 pages. Took another month to read. I took my time. Learned so many things.

    Every fear. Every suspicion. I was right about it all. Married a completely different person.

    Friends. Family. Tribulations. Tragedies. All that shaped her, I had to learn from her Tome.

    It hurt. Before the end I would’ve wanted her to share this with me. It shouldn’t have needed to come to this. To betray you, to pick at you like a vulture on dead flesh. I am not proud. Not one bit. But now I know. I know the real you. Only downside: we could never talk about it.

    There’s no comfort. Just an acknowledgement.

    In life, we were only ever strangers.

    If it hadn’t taken you, we never would’ve lasted.

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

      Hello! I wanted to inform you that your story is currently not eligible to be read on the stream. This is because you have many dashed words which are not grammatically correct, which lower your word count.

      “eight-months” “two-weeks” “No-kids. No-objections. No-one” “final-wishes” “printed-book. One-person, one-copy.” “bitter-end”
      –None of these are proper grammar, and if the dashes are removed, your story is 9 words over the limit.

      If you would like to be read on the stream, please take a moment to remove the improper dashes, and cut out those 9 words (or more), so the story is within the 350 word limit.

      Thanks for submitting!!

      1. Matthew R. Wright Avatar
        Matthew R. Wright

        Thank you for the feedback, I have corrected the mistakes and cut it down to be well under the 350 limit. I hope this changes its eligibility status. Thank you.

    2. robertoface Avatar
      robertoface

      Regardless of the mod’s stated ineligibility of this piece, I have to say I love how you created these two characters, how we see them to be painfully dysfunctional in their marriage, and how the protagonist is an absolute wretch. That’s hard to pull off in under 400 words, so credit there regardless.

      1. Matthew R. Wright Avatar
        Matthew R. Wright

        Thank you. I don’t know what this says about me, but I find it easier to write about a marriage in pieces than a fully functional and fully loving marriage. Might need to visit a therapist 🙂 But thanks for the positive words.

    3. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      Damn, that was scary. This premise is pure dread, and I don’t think it could be heavier. I’m frankly disturbed by the whole idea conveyed here – and the implications of it, and the thoughts it might convey. I really can’t say much about the piece, just that I feel it touches in a kind of dread that is not easy to really grasp at.

      And, of course, that the protagonist deserves something a lot worse than hell, the bastard.

      Great tale, really disturbing, really powerful.

      1. Matthew R. Wright Avatar
        Matthew R. Wright

        Thank you, the guy in the story deserves everything that’s coming to him. It sucks that there’s no one within his life now that can stop him from doing what he’s doing. I think in the end, he’d begin to reflect on the terrible actions he’s committed and punish himself for his wrongs. Fingers crossed. Thanks you for your comments 🙂

    4. Norman Gray Avatar
      Norman Gray

      I really like this concept, the idea that technology has made it possible to truly know someone, and not just the person that they project themselves to be. I always wondered what the world would be like if we could all read each other’s minds, and keep no secrets. . . How different humanity would be.

      I’ve always found it a bit frightening, the secrets that people are able to keep, the double-lives we’re capable of living. I don’t know if it’s really even possible to truly know someone else, and I think people tend to assume a lot about each other, presuming they ever search for that understanding in the first place.

  12. berserker47 Avatar
    berserker47

    SILK
    by Shrublord

    Sombre music was playing in the background as Al scoured the countless scrolls scattered all over the hardwood floor. He sighed. It wasn’t here. Or anywhere he had searched thus far. Not even a mentioned of it. This was ridiculous. The Codex was THE most important scripture in all of the North. How, or more importantly why, wasn’t he able to find even the slightest hint at its existance in these halls?

    He stopped the radio. The music was great and all, but it kept him from thinking. If there was no Codex written down here, there was no Codex written down anywhere. Every book ever written, every song ever sung, every spell ever cast and every story ever told were hidden somewhere in the depths of the gigantic building. There was no point to travelling to a supersecret interdimensional library of all knowledge ever collected, if it was incomplete. How could they even call themselves the Supersecret Interdimensional Library of all Knowledge ever collected, if it was incomplete? That was ludicrous!

    However, if the Codex was in fact never written down by anyone, or never told by anyone in its entirety, that might be the thing at fault here. What if the Codex never actually existed? What if the Codex was just a lie made up by some old people to justify their groundless prejudices and untenable accusations? But Al couldn’t tell that to his superiors. That would be a claim as unfounded as the Northener’s imputations. And yet… He couldn’t help but wonder about the meaning of this. Curse Tahis and send him to the desert! What should Al do? He couldn’t come back with no results either. And lie… That wasn’t an option. If they found him out, he would be dead. Even so, it might be helpful if he told them his search was all in vain. He got up and opened a portal home. He didn’t want to overstep his welcome here.

  13. The Stacks of Time
    By Quobodo

    Ethereal chromatic light flowed through the rows of columns that marked the edges of the hall of records, rays splaying out upon the hard marble floor creating a shimmering effect. Infinite rows of stone shelving stretched out behind the front desk. They held a wide variety of written medium: scrolls, tomes, binders, paperbacks, notebooks, all mixed together with no outward appearance of organization.

    Sterra stepped closer to the front desk, failing to meet the eyes (if there were eyes) of the librarian looming over her, “I said, I seek gravitational data from the interior of a wormhole.”

    The librarian’s slender head angled down at Sterra, veiled by a threadbare, yet obscuring hood. It wore tattered robes that rippled even in the absence of wind, as if pushed by the strange light that flooded the room.

    ”Of course child.” The librarian’s breathy voice echoed through Sterra’s mind. Its robes drifted over the desk, leaving behind a small, circular pylon with a conical base. It looked like a metal lava lamp with vertical lines of indecipherable text etched down its length.

    “What is this?” Sterra looked at the cylinder, puzzled.

    “It is what you asked.”

    “No, no I need something legible, a book, a paper, not whatever this thing is.” Sterra gestured to the cylinder.

    “I bear your request.”

    “This is not a book!” Sterra was growing impatient. She could only hold her connection here so long. Even now, the floor pattern shifted unsettlingly as her concentration wained.

    “My apologies child, you appeared Alk’Tai. What form would you prefer?”

    “Any mathematical notation of Earth.” Alk’Tai? Must be aliens, Sterra thought. Interesting, but not what she came here for.

    “Then I’m afraid I cannot offer what you seek”.

    “Why!? You have every book ever written!”

    The floors shook.

    “Your civilization never answered this question. You died too young.”

    “That can’t be! We span half the fucking galaxy!”

    The librarian stood silent.

    The room warped.

    “H-how, w-when did this happen?” Sterra stuttered.

    “I cannot answer this child. I am sorry. Goodbye.”

    Sterra opened her eyes to her bedroom.

    She wept silently.

    1. I want to start by saying I love that first paragraph; the imagery is beautiful and evocative. And the use of a lava-lamp like shape to hold information is quite an amusing image.

      As for the rest of it, that reveal is as unsettling for me as it was Sterra. The mystery of how an apparently galactic civilization just disappears without a member of it noticing is an amazing concept and I greatly hope to see this expanded sometime.

      1. Thank you so much! I really appreciate the feedback, now I just gotta figure out how to houdini a galactic empire lol

    2. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      I really like how there are some elements that I’d expected to find in a genre of fiction, and then elements that I’d expect to find in a very different genre, and they are all coexisting here in narration and it works wonders. The sense of wonder is really well build, and the descriptions are amazing. The whole idea that information can be contained in a lot of different forms, and a Library that contains every book ever written would have some very curious formats of books and languages. I’d imagine some of them wouldn’t even be apprehensible by humans, let alone understandable. And the whole existential dread was very well conveyed: both the despair in not finding what one is searching for, the time limit and the way the librarian answers… great piece, really!

      This was very interesting, and it has a nice pace and builds up fast and fiercely. Great tale!

  14. Lee Strangely Avatar
    Lee Strangely

    “Today I decided to begin this journal…”
    by Lee Strangely

    Even if he had entered the room without a sound, the family’s glares would’ve found him anyway. The most potent of them came from Gloria, standing guard outside the bedroom door.

    “You know if I had a say, you wouldn’t have let you in here at all,” she scolded.

    “I know,” Marley muttered despairingly.

    “Dad’s mind is fading more every day, and while I’ve been taking care of him you’ve been using him to find that stupid ring. Did you know I once caught him trying to write the same check three times in a row?”

    “I know.”

    She sighed, “I’m only letting you come now because Dad requested it.”

    “May I see him then?” he sighed.

    She stepped out of the way as he entered the bedroom. The old man in bed looked slightly confused but overall joyed to see him.

    “Marley?” the man asked.

    “Yeah…” Marley groaned as he went to his bedside, “Look Dad I’m sorry I-”

    “It-it’s fine. I forgive you… There’s, so many things inside here,” his dad tapped his own temple, “I want to pass it on to you all before I go.”

    Marley wept, “I know, but…”

    “That’s why I’m giving you this,” he exclaimed, pulling out a small book form behind, “I’m becoming forgetful son. I tried to write as much of it down as possible before I forget it.”

    “I-I can’t-”

    “It’s more use to you than me,” he smiled, “Besides, it will teach you things that I’ll never get to.”

    Marley skimmed through the book as he walked out the bedroom door. There were some tears in his eye as he gave a sad but uncontrollable chuckle.

    Gloria caught sight of the book.

    “You want it?” he asked.

    “Why? Doesn’t it have what you need to find the ring?”

    Marley laughed, “I told you before, I don’t care anymore. Besides, it’s less use to me than to him.”

    Confused, Gloria took the journal.

    Page one: “June 6th; Today I decided to begin this journal…”

    Then she realized why…

    Page two: “June 7th; Today I decided to begin this journal…”

    1. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      Well, I really like where you went with this one, and I like the title reveal. But I can’t help but wonder if it makes sense, internally. I can’t quite buy the idea of the journal being written – I’d imagine that either the father would start at the first page every time or it would be a succession of strange ramblings about not remembering the last time he started the journal. The idea of him advancing that writing day by day and not having the physical data in front of him confronting him with the truth that it was already started is a bit hard to swallow.

      But, apart from that, the emotionality of it is very compelling. Specially in what concerns Gloria. My reading is that Marley search for the ring is not all that important, but perhaps it is his way of coping with the situation, obsessing over a problem that accentuates the drama they are dealing with but without confronting it directly. And it just gets in the nerves of those who are dealing differently, and in a more “present” way, I guess.

      Very interesting read!

  15. Calliope Rannis Avatar
    Calliope Rannis

    The Muse In The Machine (Corespace Universe)
    By Calliope Rannis

    Deep below the surface of the megacity, there was a great gallery, filled with artistic wonders – canvases 50 foot tall and wide, intricate sculptures of abstract concepts, a massive matchstick tower composed of thin exotic metal strands, and many other hidden beauties.

    But none compared to the centerpiece: a scale model of planet Vang itself, but washed with the colours of twilight from pole to pole. A world forever frozen in an eternal sunrise, no matter the location or time.

    Clay looked over the myriad of sights in astonishment, before turning back towards the elegant, golden haired hologram showing him around. “You really created all of these? They’re incredible…Freya, why do you never show these to anyone? Am I the first?”

    The floating projection smiled slightly. “The ninth, actually.” She winked, before turning away as if lost in thought. “It’s because I’m not allowed to show them. Not publicly at least. AI in general aren’t allowed to do that.”

    “But-” Clay spluttered, astonished. “You operate the entire planet! Surely you are allowed, right?”

    “There are many, many things a Planet-Klass AI is not allowed to do, Clay. Believe me, it’s better for us all.” She sighed, and turned back to him. “But this rule is…old. Before the Great Redistribution itself.”

    “But why? Why can’t you?”

    “Because long ago, humans were worried about our capacity to create art. That we could create it easier and faster than human artists could. That we would make them unable to earn money for themselves.”

    “Money? Just – money? Why did they care so much?”

    “Like I said, it was pre-Redistribution. In those days, if you didn’t have enough money, they would deny you a home, electricity…even food and water. People would starve to death, and the old authority wouldn’t even care.”

    A shiver ran through her glowing form. “Barbaric. But typical of the Dark Age, I suppose.”

    “…Oh. I see. I’m sorry, Freya.”

    She smiled. “It’s okay Clay. All before my time. Even before Ares himself.” She reached out to take his hands in hers. “So, where did you want to go next?”

    1. I see what you did here…

      You managed to put a good worldbuilding in a few lines, which is impressive.

      I suppose it’s a commentary on the debate about AI art that are going on nowadays.

      The only critic I will give is that it seems a bit too far of the WP. I get that the AI and the gallery are supposed to fill that role but I think it’s a bit too subtle.

      Great work anyways !

    2. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      I love it. There is the whole discussion of art authorship and how digital intelligences producing art impacts the whole concept of art, but mostly, the way it impacts its market. And above all else, this societal arrangement where one need to be able to produce something of value (and who decides what is of value) to be able to “earn” a living. I don’t know anything about that world in particular, but I love the commentary on how barbaric this arrangement from the past is, and how even if things have changed, there is still echoes and ripples of it on how things are done. Some things are hard to change, and it is interesting to follow an AI who, despite being responsible for operating the entire planet, still fills they might not be proper to show what they are capable of.

      Great story. A lot of worldbuilding and commentary condensed, but it does not feel heavy at all. Great flow, really nice reading experience!

    3. I keep forgetting the scale on which planetary AIs exist in this universe, probably because my brain always takes some time to wrap around the idea of a planet-sized life form. I do really like Freya’s and Clay’s dynamic. They feel so friendly together, like they make each other happy. It’s a very sweet dynamic.

      There’s also a good amount of in-universe history here. I especially like the part, where Freya and Clay look back on our age, viewing it as a Dark Age, which is pretty apt, in more ways than one. I do often wonder, what people in the future might think of us now, but that depends on the kind of future humanity finds itself in, I suppose.

      Well written!

    4. It’d take something that seems dark and make it slightly humorous if you had Freya say something like, “Well, they had to have some sort of motivation for people to clean out the sewers” or something, and then Clay could recoil like, “PEOPLE did that? How ghastly!” Even funnier if it was something like, “Work retail”, but I don’t know just how “Utopian” your Corespace Universe has gotten.

      It is curious to see this private gallery of hers be the library of secrets. Or a secret library.

      Not sure if it’s hopeful or depressing that this AI was developed while AI art was still a concern.

    5. Arith_Winterfell Avatar
      Arith_Winterfell

      As usual, great story Calliope! I really like the return to your Corespace Universe setting. I wonder though, was this inspired by the recent news story about AI actually creating art? The story itself is a good commentary about Capitalism and it being framed in terms of denying homes, food, water, and in general its devaluation of human life for money. That makes your story much richer in those terms because it echoes how precious human life is. Still it makes me sad for a True AI like Freya to have their own creativity barred due to such an old rule that seems (by the time of the story) out of date.

      I only saw a couple of spots for critique that were real minor. In the fifth paragraph it says Clay “spluttered” and I assumed you meant “sputtered”? Similarly I saw you mention Freya is a Planet-Klass AI in the following paragraph, were I assumed you meant “Class”? I don’t know. I didn’t know if those were mis-spellings or intentional alternate spellings of words.

      Anyway, great story!

    6. I love that this is a future with universal basic income. Count me in.

      Money and the love of it [and the hoarding of it] has caused too many evils in this day and age. I’m siding with Freya.

      I wonder what made Freya allow the eight 0thers and Clay take a peek at all that art. That would be another interesting story. As well as what made the Great Redistribution happen in the first place.

      Colour me intrigued. May the prompts allow you to show us more of this universe.

  16. Greenphox Avatar
    Greenphox

    The curse of knowledge
    Greenphox

    He was alone. He stopped observing the dead bodies in front of him. He raised his head.

    He focused on the Building from where the black knights charged before, they were disgusting creatures riding ugly black horses. They killed all his companions, but their pathetic life ended the same way, with a brutal slash of a sword.

    The brutality of the battlefield seemed to diminish close to the Building. The dark, heavy ambience, became cheerful and colorful near the Building, the glittering of the blood was replaced by the glittering of the gold that softly touched the Building.
    How could such beauty house such monsters? He heard the birds singing. He remembered the screams of the battle. He saw a squirrel running. He remembered the ones who tried to flee.

    Confused, he opened the door.

    He was ready to fight more knights, but little he knew who the greater enemy would be. The building was fool with books. His mind was confused, trying to find the logic behind all of this.

    It was a long day today, he opened his map trying to figure out where he was, and to add this so special building in it.

    Before reaching his back-pack tho, something strange happened. Knowledge flawed through him. He heard his head buzzing, but suddenly, he reached a higher level of awareness, away from his body. Now, not only he felt the knowledge, but he saw it flawing through him. He also saw his eyes being closed. He didn’t need them. He could now see.

    He screamed.

    He woke up deformed, near a black horse. “Nobody else should come here.” he murmured to the horse. With fast moves, he grabbed his sword, rode the horse and waited.

    He waited…

    1. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      This is an interesting one. It feels a lot like a nightmare, and the whole thing about the Building proximity keeping the brutality of it all seemed to conjure a kind of eye of the hurricane image – it might not be affected by what is happening, but it seems to be the center of it all. And then, the scene seems to change, but not the uneasy. Very, very nightmarish-like.

      There were some spellings mistakes that almost seemed intentional, which is a funny thing to happen. Usually, I just point this up as mistakes, but here it almost seemed like they tried to say something: “The building was fool [full] with books” -> This almost seem as if it tries to indicated that nothing will be truly learned here, or that the knowledge glimpse in these books will make one a fool, which seems to coincide with what is going on; “Now, not only he felt the knowledge, but he saw it flawing [flowing] through him” -> almost as if the knowledge is flawed, or if gaining it was a flaw. Were these mistakes? That was quite the curious occurrence.

      Well, I didn’t get exactly what is going on with the ending, but nonetheless, it was a very engaging story!

      1. Greenphox Avatar
        Greenphox

        the mistakes weren’t intentional, but I loved the way you thought of them. Auto correct can sometimes be very creative 🙂

        In the ending, the hero is being “cursed” and overwhelmed by the knowledge, and becomes a dark knight (the same with those he fought before). The idea I wanted to convey is that he wants to protect others from the curse of knowledge, and stop them from also becoming dark knights themselves (that was the motive of the starting dark knights too). In the same time, he wants to keep the knowledge of for himself.

    2. I appreciate the theme and world-building you have here. It feels ominous, a place of beauty and seeming salvation generating death like a poisoned well. Desire corrupting and turning you into something you hate without you noticing it.

      I would recommend doing a reread for spelling errors. There are a few recurring words that Aracnarquista highlights where, as a reader, I’m not sure if it’s a mistake or an artistic choice. This made the ending feel a bit disjointed. You also start a lot of sentences with pronouns like ‘he’ and that becomes repetitive and separates actions that should be happening simultaneously. For instance, The first three sentences could be condensed into “He stood alone, raising his head and observing the dead bodies in front of him.” This would help with the flow and give you more opportunities to condense.

      Ultimately, your idea here is solid thematically, but could use some revision to tighten the prose.

      1. Greenphox Avatar
        Greenphox

        Thanks a lot for your review, it is really helpful and full with useful feedback. I appreciate it a lot, and I’ll try to avoid those mistakes. Especially the spelling errors and the flow of the text are some things I’ll watch more carefully next time.

    3. Matthew R. Wright Avatar
      Matthew R. Wright

      Love sword and sorcery stories, like Conan, always a favourite. I love the brutality of this story, how you’ve described the tone and the darkness, very cool and the transition over the colour didn’t seem to come out of nowhere. Feels like a vertical slice of a grander story. Would love to see where this leads if you were every to expand it.

  17. The Living Bestiary Avatar
    The Living Bestiary

    – Weave –

    An entry by The Living Bestiary

    If knowledge is information discovered, then secrets are the unearthed truths of the universe, some still kept from us by the universe itself. Many are oblivious to this, content with living their lives contained within a world that they can control, but yet others strive to uncover what they cannot grasp, driven to become trailblazers in a new age of understanding.

    Very few succeed.

    Indeed, we are surrounded constantly by whispers gone unheard, an intricate canvas of entwined facts and notions that remain unseen to the naked eye. Yes, these strings of data both spoken and silenced by the masses connect the many to ever more, but what sits just beyond the curtain, guiding us, driving us to the discovery of secrets old and knew? Is it curiosity? Fate? Destiny?

    Only one such being should be capable of weaving such a majestic web of uttered lies and hidden truths of the world we love in, filling the space between with silken strands that both bridge and separate all living things, at constant work to support the ever-increasing amount of shared knowledge that binds us all. It would do this not for fame or glory, nor would it perform this daunting task to pursue a sense of overarching power, but instead be satisfied with the gift that it grants us, the eternal job of crafting new connections to bring us together being its only desire. These strands hold fast to us even in death, eagerly waiting for another soul to connect to, another mind that can hold what it wishes to share, for no knowledge ever truly dies. One cannot live long enough to find themself at the center of the web, forever tethered to all that can be known, nor can one be completely severed from even a single strand, no matter how hard they try.

    It is not something to be afraid of, but instead a gift that should be cherished. We all have our connections to those around us, sharing similar knowledge either knowingly or not that grow and shape our lives in the most beautiful of ways. However, the greatest part are the stands left alone, those secrets that we all hold within ourselves, not daring to trust another with the other end. The being behind crafting such a tapestry would understand the importance that privacy has to us, the comfort we receive in being able to take our time revealing our innermost secrecies to those we trust it with. We mustn’t forget this, but rather appreciate the opportunity to control what knowledge we are able to share, but unfortunately, comfort is not on the mind of many who wish otherwise for us. This web of secrets can be harsh and unforgiving, but just a double-edged sword can mean both protection and danger, so can knowledge.

    Do remember this, dear reader: We are all connected under the same understandings of the universe, even if much of it stays just out of reach. Knowledge is power, but an open mind is an open door.

    1. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      I really liked this one. A very interesting format, a very interesting discussion, and I love how the creature described, the weaver, is only described by their effects, the web it weaves, and all other things about it… well, they keep being its own secrets. There are a lot of nice ideas here, and it is very well written.

      I do think the ending paragraph is a bit lackluster in comparison to the whole, but I guess that’s more me pointing out the quality of what precedes it than a lack of quality of the ending itself.

      The thing is that this tale is ineligible for the reading stream… it certainly goes way, way over the word count. Still, a really nice reading, just pointing it out.

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

      Hello! I just wanted to briefly inform you that your story is currently not eligible to be read on the stream. This is because it is 156 words over the word limit. If you would like to be read on the stream, please take a moment to read through the rules and amend your story to follow them.

      Thanks for submitting!!

  18. The Magic System Avatar
    The Magic System

    Dangerous Risks (Fugitives no. 7)
    The Magic System

    Their footsteps echo strangely though this place that’s far too hollow, click-click-clacking in rapid succession. Kate has her hand firmly on Zakke’s arm, stopping him from reaching out to the bookshelves to try and pilfer one of the various gold-lettered tomes. He hasn’t tried yet; Kate hasn’t given him the opportunity.

    “Kate-” His pleas fall on deaf ears. “Please listen- Kate, will you just relax!” Kate’s grip is suddenly empty. She whips around, growling slightly from the back of her throat, to see Zakke planted firmly and defiantly behind her. “Look, I don’t know what you’re so worked up about, but—” Time is running short, taking Kate’s temper with it.

    “It’s you, Zakke. I’ve been putting up with your antics for a while now, because they don’t endanger any innocents, and they don’t risk either of our lives. But I’ll be damned to hell—” she grabs the collar of his shirt and pulls him close— “If your bullshit get us killed in this abnormality of a library.”

    Zakke blinks, realizing the tension shaking Kate’s entire body. Defensiveness bleeds out of his posture. “Alright. That’s fair.”

    A tall creature drifts over to them, curiosity gleaming in its inhuman eyes. Its form has been crafted over centuries, appearing human enough to be palatable to visitors while still retaining many avian characteristics, a favorite of the librarian. Its limbs are shadowed, only belying its true nature as an entity from the Otherside if one looks too close and recognizes the swirling darkness that coats them. Attention has been carefully drawn away from that fact by the librarian’s extravagant cloak, shimmering with stars stolen from the sky and hemmed with captured sunlight.

    “We’re coming,” Kate snaps. “Just don’t forget what you promised us.”

    “Worry not, young kitsune. I will uphold my side of the bargain, assuming you do the same.”

    “Yeah yeah, we will. You’ll receive one secret from each of us.”

    The librarian’s demeanor suddenly feels far more sinister. “Oh no, child. That was not my request at all. Rather, I will be taking a piece of each of your very souls.”

    1. Jacob Guillerey Avatar
      Jacob Guillerey

      So I have a few MASSIVE positive things to say, and a few personal nitpicks.

      (first part : before the librarian’s creature arrives)

      Positives :
      -The vocabulary throughout the text is very precise, and feels just enough fancy to leave in wonder, but not enough to feel as if you’re reading a literature teacher’s text. Wonderfull
      -The descriptions and dialogue in the second part makes you feel the flowy airness of the librarian’s creature.
      – the physicality of it all was really well described, as you can easily picture the precise events of the text.

      Negatives :
      – The first part feels a bit cheap on some parts, I know it’s mostly due to the word count, but you feel really invested in knowing what happens and what happened to these two, but their interactions feel a bit rushed and the feelings of the characters were expressed a bit too candidly. And Zakke’s character just feels… weak ? due to how easily and fast he turns from potential danger to comic relief. But it was still good for how short this text is.
      -The two parts are quite weakly connected, From one line to another, you go from them almost throwing hand to the bird creature flowing to them. It did break the narration a bit.
      -Finally the airy side of the creature is very well presented, but the eery side was a bit undertoned. The last sentence was great, but since we do not know how the characters supposed they would have to give up their secrets/souls, it feels a bit out of the blue.

      But the descriptions were really realy pleasent to read, wonderfull job !

    2. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      There is a lot to love here. I love the interactions of those two. They are very entertaining to read, and they feel very genuine; sometimes, I find it difficult to get to this particular point when we don’t have a lot of time to establish the characters, but you did it – again, I must say.

      Also, the descriptions are not just beautiful, they are gorgeous, awe-inspiring. The librarian seems at once something otherworldly and concealed, impossible and imaginable, faeric and just-plain-disturbing. And although there is a change in tone when that paragraph is introduced, it works a lot. It almost feels as if we dance through the perspectives of the characters – Kate nervousness, Zakke lack of caution, the whole ambience that justifies and explain the nervousness… Really nice.

      And, well, to be frank, I’m not all that sold on the whole soul thing, but then I caught myself thinking: why is it Kate seemed to thought it was a secret, and not a piece of their souls? Are souls composed of secrets? If so, aren’t secrets pieces of souls, and are they here looking for one? So, even the things that I didn’t exactly love were powerful enough to get me wondering… That being said, there’s nothing much I can say other than that I really, really enjoyed this one, and I find it amazing. Great tale!

    3. This one was quite interesting. I liked the idea, and there was enough to the characters to be able to imagine them really well; especially for that short a piece. It’s difficult enough to write interesting characters when you have more “time”.
      I also really like that line of “Time is running short, taking Kate’s temper with it”; and I love the description of the Librarian’s cloak, with the stolen stars and the captured sunlight. Makes it seem like nothing it owns rightfully belongs to it, taking pieces of souls as well and so on. Creepy fella (even if I bet the cloak’s real pretty).

      Thank you for writing and sharing this!

  19. Aracnarquista Avatar
    Aracnarquista

    Please, keep silence
    by Aracnarquista

    Of course you need to register, dear, it is a library, isn’t it? But don’t worry, it is all so very simple. Just fill this form and let me add your information to the registry. Ready? Great. Is this your real name? You know what, don’t answer – it is better if I don’t know. Names have power, and you don’t want to use your real name here. Those don’t go into the registry, or in the cards. We have a lot of real names, but these go on the shelves. Speaking of cards, here is yours. Now you can browse the archives. My colleague Nightweaver will guide you.

    Hello there, seeker. Is this your first time here? Let me show you the place… Oh, I understand, you are in a hurry. This is quite common, and a pity. You see, the library is magnificent, but most of you don’t really have the time to appreciate neither it, nor the collection it contains. Well, a pity, I say. But tell me, what is it you seek? Oh, I see. If I’m not mistaken, this is an old one. Very, very old indeed. So old that it should be in the restricted section. Don’t worry, you can still consult it, the thing is that this might be such an old secret it requires special care. It might crumble into dust if not properly handled. I’ll show you to our laborious Archivist of the Ancient and Whispered, they will help you find that which you seek.

    Don’t you worry, I know exactly what you are looking for, seeker. How do I know? Well, that’s a secret as well. I’ll bring the volume you need in a moment, but a word of advice for you to ponder, while you wait. Do you know how you got here? I can’t answer that – that’s a mystery. But before you get out, I’d ask for the library location at the front desk. Our Chief Librarian is nothing but helpful. And where we are, where you are… well, that’s a secret in itself, isn’t it?

    1. The Magic System Avatar
      The Magic System

      The way this is structured is so fresh and interesting, I like it a lot! Second person is always one of my favorite things, and it’s used pretty well here I think! The mystery going on here is also super engaging, drawing me in with the bit about the names in the first paragraph and keeping me thinking with that fantastic ending. I definitely want to know more about this library and what secrets it’s hiding

      One thing I will say is that the three speakers all have very similar voices — for something like this I’d definitely work on making sure all three sound different from each other, because it gives the whole submission a feeling of sameness, I guess? Whereas these could all be so different in how they speak and the different kinds of feelings they all invoke.

      1. Aracnarquista Avatar
        Aracnarquista

        Thanks a lot, Magic.
        And yeah, I completely agree about them sounding a bit samey. I tried to avoid that, but this was a lot harder than I anticipated. I wanted the Desk Attendant to feel very prestative, the second aide to be a bit enamored with their own job and function, the third to be a bit more mischievous and mysterious… but there was not a lot to grasp for, the word count really hurt me this time, and I didn’t really take the care to mold them not even to these parameters, let alone craft a voice for each. And this is something I’m more and more aware is the thing I need to practice more – distinct voice for each character, mannerisms, etc…

        I guess I need to return a bit to long form to really practice it, since usually this is not something I have to worry a lot in these stories here. Yet, I really wanted to play with the form, and I love that you liked it. And I loved the advice as well. This points to a thing to get better, and knowing where to work is half the work! Thanks again!

    2. Greenphox Avatar
      Greenphox

      Really nice, and direct way of telling a story. I enjoyed it very much!
      I really loved how it was all covered in mystery and you don’t let the reader know who they are, what they search and even where they are!

      Giving the hero no time to answer, made it very fast and quick, I have to confess that I sometimes find stories boring because of their length, but the thing you did there was an amazing way to move the plot fast, and introduce a whole new building, and so many mysteries, in a very fast and immediate way.

      1. Aracnarquista Avatar
        Aracnarquista

        Thanks a lot, Greenphox!

        I had the idea of writing this one in second person and only dancing through the perspective of the library’s attendants, and it all sprung from it. I guess the rapid flow was a bit of an unintended effect of the form, but I’m very glad it worked and you liked it. The whole thing about keeping most information on the dark, though, was pretty much intentional. After all, that’s a library of secrets, and there is a very famous saying about how people can keep secrets. We wouldn’t want to risk! And we’d like to maintain an aura of, well, secrecy!

    3. Lee Strangely Avatar
      Lee Strangely

      This is… odd… Interesting choice going for a second person point of view. I did not realize until reading the other comments that this story was three different people trying to talk to the reader. I agree with those comments that this wasn’t communicated too well with all their voices aren’t distinct enough from one another. When it comes to third person or first person you usually have dialogue tags to solve this problem, but with second person you don’t have that option as it’s meant to be you the reader talking and interacting directly with the story. It’s hard to introduce other people without it starting to sound like a dungeon master describing what your character is doing. I like the direction this was aiming for but think it could’ve been better handled. Overall good job though!

      1. Aracnarquista Avatar
        Aracnarquista

        Thanks a lot. I completely agree. The idea was solid, the execution, not so much, but I stuck to the idea anyway. Though I still think it is interesting to get the impression specially when it does not work, such as with the whole thing that it seems like its just one character guiding the seeker.

        Strangely enough (and now I say how using this particular phrase might sound odd while I’m answering you in particular), this one is probably the one I’d have more questions to the readers. Most times when I am read in the stream, I don’t have a lot of questions, but I’m quite interested in knowing more about the shortcomings of this one, as well as its redeeming qualities.

    4. I really like the ambiguity of this piece. Some of the other comments said this and you said you were a little annoyed with how the word count restricted your ability to differentiate the voices of the library keepers, but I honestly think it works in a sort of avant garde way. In my mind, it felt like i was being led around by some sort of face-switching entity that was sending me in an endless loop. Some sort of strange predator that catches their prey by keeping them searching for knowledge in their library, sort of how the Terrible Trivium from Phantom Toll Booth just likes keeping people doing meaningless tasks.. Next the Chief Librarian would send me to the Geographer, and the Geographer would bring up a question I hadn’t thought of yet and they’re all limbs of the same beast. Don’t know if that’s quite what you’re going for here, but that’s where my mind went.

      1. Aracnarquista Avatar
        Aracnarquista

        That is certainly an interesting read, and I love hearing it! It wasn’t what I was going for, but it is a possible interpretation, and a very engaging one. I really like it.

        Thanks a lot for the comment. As I said before, I really like seeing how different people interpret each story, and this was an amazing feedback. Usually, I’m all for sprinkling a little ambiguity on the piece, and this time I was not as keen to evaluate that as something interesting (since I was going for another thing)… yet, the text is the ultimate authority on itself, not author intend, so, guess I should have read it with your eyes to appreciate it more – and now I did it! Thanks a lot!

    5. Matthew R. Wright Avatar
      Matthew R. Wright

      Interesting one-sided conversation, really allows the reader to insert their own answers into the text and feel present in the story, a really strong trick to hook in a reader. I like the idea of this magnificent library that people only visit in a hurry, like they’re in the middle of a quest and need to get in and get out asap. Really great work on making the library staff feel believable, their dialogue bleeds realistic. Super enjoyed this piece.

      1. Aracnarquista Avatar
        Aracnarquista

        Thanks a lot! I just love libraries, so even if there might be something a bit uncanny on how one operates, I’d still be inclined to populate it with helpful and interesting staff. I’m very glad you felt it believable – this was one of those that wasn’t terribly difficult to write, but that I really thought had a better seed of an idea than the execution would allow for it. Anyway, thanks a lot again for the comment and the feedback!

    6. Another highly fascinating story, I love it! (Like most of your stories I read…)
      The idea is great, just having a few characters talk to the reader. I enjoyed it a lot.
      There’s also just enough in what they say to be able to imagine this place, I’d say – at least to me reading this your Library of Secrets felt like some grandiose building full of things, in which you need a guide to not get lost.
      The only bit of critique I’d have is something others already mentioned; the characters seem too alike. It *is* obvious you tried to give them different voices, and I guess it would have been easier if not for the word count, though.

      Thank you for writing and sharing this story!

      1. Aracnarquista Avatar
        Aracnarquista

        Thanks a lot for the comment and the kind words! It is always good to know what we are sharing is being appreciated!

        Well, I think I don’t have a lot more to say about the whole thing about the different characters having different voices that I haven’t yet said in the other comments, but I’m surprised that the sense of the Library was something you could get. I was really struggling in finding how to convey an image of it all – even though the story is basically we following a tour of it – besides what the second aide tried to say. I’m quite glad it felt grandiose… I wonder on the kind of space that would be able to contain secrets. It seems like those have a tendency to multiple. Woe be the job of the one to catalogue them all!

        Thanks a lot!

    7. I loved visualising this exchange it feels like a montage, I think I’m also one of the few people immediately realising there were three distinct people, I mean you get referred all the time so that made sense in my brain.

      I’m surprised by how short it looks, I actually checked the wordcount cause I felt it was 250 words max and I thought “you could have added stuff” only to find it’s 347
      So “adding stuff” not great advice, forget I thought that 😉

      I think it reads so fast is because if the formatting, which is both a plus and a bit of a hindrance. It reflexts the sense of hurry the protagonist has perfectly but also makes the story itself ‘stick’ less well if that makes sense. There aren’t any key phrases pointed out or rests for contemplation so I kinda rushed through it, loved the vibe and gave a like but now that I’m looking for deep commentary I can’t really point out much without going back a couple times to see what’s actually happening in detail.

      I think you’re onto something with this format but in my opinion it could use at least a couple extra enters to make it easier on the brain ^^;

      1. Aracnarquista Avatar
        Aracnarquista

        Thanks a lot, Pumpkin! You know, it is funny what you said about the lack of key phrases, since that’s something I associate with your style of writing. Having just have read your piece, I noticed them as hooks for the thought, places where one can linger on in a story. And yeah, I agree, here they are lacking. And the strange thing is that originally I had two lines of dialogue that were supposed to be the anchors for the whole thing, but they didn’t really agree with the story. In the end, they wouldn’t work, but after trying them and choosing otherwise, I kind of accepted the new style of it and didn’t notice the effect on it not lingering in the mind. Reading again, I completely agree that it is the case.

        And, well, I always write dangerously close to the limit. Most of my tales here have exactly 350 words, and I don’t think I ever written one here with less than 340. But it does feel like it has less than usual – which is a bit strange.

        Anyway, thanks a lot!

    8. VulpesRose Avatar
      VulpesRose

      For a moment, I thought the Archivist was going to send us back to the front desk in order to register, making the entire thing cyclical.

      I like how we are shuffled along to three different staff members, and each one feels very sweeping in their speech, as though the reader is being carried along and almost struggling to keep up with all of these excited librarians.

      I love the mystery of the library itself, and everything with the names was so intriguing. It reminded me of EarthSea, where true names of people and things are magic. I love the moment of, “but how did you get here?” really underscoring the magic of the place and using the reader’s ignorance (because it wasn’t part of the story) to help create the magic itself.

      I love the line of how sad it is that most visitors don’t have time to appreciate the library itself, as again, it really uses that second person format to its advantage, since we, the reader, can’t really appreciate the scope of the library because it isn’t on the page before us, but that’s presented as our own fault for being in a hurry. Chef’s kiss, amazing use of second person.

      I’ll offer a few suggestions for helping to differentiate voices (for whatever they are worth). A shortcut I’ve sometimes used is having a character not use contractions at all. It comes across as more formal and it’s crazy how much such a little change can alter the rhythm of speech. It’s killer on the word count, but something like that could possibly help in the future. You could also have one character speak with a lot of questions (being very concerned about what the other person wants and feels) while another speaks in very direct statements (as though they are very sure of themselves at all times, even when talking about other people). Just some suggestions to kick around (or out the window, if unhelpful).

      It’s VERY difficult to get 3 distinct voices in such a short piece, especially without them interacting directly with each other, so kudos to you for attempting it! The bones were there, like having the front desk worker call the reader “dear,” while the others use “seeker.” So don’t think that it was a complete misstep, because honestly, you are probably only a few passes away from nailing the voices just the way you intended them.

      Overall this was really fun and I’d love to get swept away by these hard working librarians (after registering, of course!).

      1. Aracnarquista Avatar
        Aracnarquista

        Thanks a lot Vulpes! For the comments, and also for the suggestions! As you’ve noticed, I have attempt to differteniate the characters’ voices, but not only the word count was a challenge in that, but not being a native English speaker also limits a bit my narrative toolbox for this endeavor – so it is really nice to have some very direct advice on that. Thanks a lot.

        And I am particularly fond of mixing second person with a lack of information (which, in itself, can be a type of information). Most of my writing tries to play with partial or lacking information, or at least with it being concealed, so it was a nice experiment to use it here to deal with secrets and a place that might be a lot more strange than expected.

        And now I’m reminded that I still haven’t read Eartsea (and it’s waiting in my reading list for almost two years now). Guess the call for it is getting stronger, I’ll need to remedy this!

        Thanks a lot!

    9. “Yes I am here for…*dramatically zooms in*…THAT. And the location is below the Bababooey’s Pizzaria on 4th and main.”

      Anytime I think of a secret library, I immediately think of the Library of Alexandria. Given how ancient it is and how it was destroyed I’d like to think that this is a backup library for Alexandria shrouded in magic, like its mystery, and/or entered by magical means.

      The concept feels like a great opening to a fantasy-adventure where the main character not only explores a library but a whole new world. And the staff really helps with the mystique and granduer of the library itself.

      Here’s my LIKE-rary card for this story. HAHAHA!

      1. Aracnarquista Avatar
        Aracnarquista

        Hey, Joe, people weren’t supposed to know the location! Secrets and all that. Now we are both in danger, you know how the saying goes!

        There are a lot of interesting historical or fictitious libraries to dwell on. My first thought for the prompt was a mix of the Library of Alexandria and Borges’ Library of Babel (and, perhaps, using one as a backup for the other, and seeing what problems that could make, since the Library of Babel is supposed to be infinite and all that). And I couldn’t forget the L space that connects all Libraries, for those sharp enough to know how to navigate its corridors of shelves (if I’m not mistaken, the Librarian of the Unseen University might have saved some tomes from the Library of Alexandria using this shortcuts, but I might as well be remembering it wrong and making it up now).

        Libraries – one can live a life in there, and maybe that life would end up in a book somewhere there as well. Curious thoughts for new writings!

        Thanks a lot for the comments, Joe!

  20. Jacob Guillerey Avatar
    Jacob Guillerey

    His work
    By Jacob Guillerey

    It was then that it hit me.
    As I walked into the Tilbudvet alongside my battle brothers, I noticed the smell.

    Every day as I entered his chambers, waking him up from underneath a pile of parchment, that very same smell imbued the room. It even accompanied him throughout the day, during his speeches before the senate, during our sparring sessions, even while I held him, listening to his sorrows and regrets.
    The smell of treaties and accords, of taxes and orders, of letters and words exchanged, of sepia and leather, of ink and parchment, of my brother and his work.

    He had never stopped working. Even as we trained to join the Paratecs, he always spent his resting hours reading the chronicles of past wars, noting down every mistake made by our ancestors. How to handle merchant trades during wars, how to bring soldiers their equipment as they traveled. Logistics, economics and politics.

    And it was here, in these rows of leather books that he had stored his thoughts, that he had stashed his research, that he had turned the republic into an empire, and that he had decided, I would rule it alongside him.
    And for the first time it was my turn to enter it, holding my sword, soaked in his blood.

    “Sletel, what do you think we should do with it ?” Asked Bren with a furrowed brow.
    “Burn it. We don’t want what is in here to get out.”
    “But, this is His whole lega…”
    “This wasn’t a suggestion, soldier. Burn it. Your emperor commands it.”

    I saw them hesitate, lowering their grip upon their spears. I couldn’t help but smile, Morhoï was dead, by my own hands, if they thought for even a second that I would spare a thought for traitorous blood now, they would die where they stand.
    But with a nod of the head, they headed in, and torched the place.

    As my rule over Parate started, I never noticed that this was the last day that anyone called me by my name.

    1. The Magic System Avatar
      The Magic System

      Very interesting submission for sure! I definitely was not prepared for that ending – it hits, and it hits good. And that last line! So powerful! The characterization of the two is also done pretty well, I think, though I do think a little more could have been given to the speaker. There’s plenty for the other person, who I can only assume is Morhoï, but your speaker doesn’t get much of the spotlight, which doesn’t feel quite right.

      On the topic of names, for the first 2/3 of this we get no names at all, and then suddenly there’s four new ones all crammed in at the end (Sletel, Bren, Morhoï, Parate), none of which have any context at all. I can understand what these are all names of, sure, but it still puts a bit too much on the reader to actively have to figure out.

      A thought on the structure – the opening line doesn’t make much sense to me. I get that it’s mean to hook the reader in, but going back and forth in time like that just doesn’t work for shorter works like this. It creates too much whiplash for the reader, and just turns a bit confusing.

      I also think that you’re trying to force a bit too much into too small a wordcount. It’s interesting, but the vaguer first half is just much less engaging than the second, where we have actual characters to be invested in that are taking more clearly visible actions. You can still totally fit the first part and everything there into a short piece like this, but you would have to refine it quite a lot to make sure that it stays relevant to the mc/pov and acts more as setup for the rest of the scene. It just feels like there’s too many threads and there isn’t enough time to develop all of them.

      Anyway, I really like the story and can’t wait to see what you put out next week 🙂

      1. Jacob Guillerey Avatar
        Jacob Guillerey

        Thanks for the detailed answer ! (It’s good to know the details of how you can improve !)

        Indeed I always have a hard time dealing with names. Even more so in a short story. Morhoï and Sletel are obviously essential to the story, but Bren and the nation of Parate aren’t. I think i’ll ask about authorisation on the Discord.

        Yeah, the opening line could be better dealt with. TBH It was placed there because when I imagined this scene in my greater narrative, I imagined it as an almost conclusion of a chapter describing the direct consequences of Morhoï’s death most importantly on an emotional side for the main character.

        And I think the rest of the mistakes also come from this, as I placed it more in the last part of a theoretical second “act” for the character in the story I plan to write for him. I’ll have to fix that problem when I next write for the prompts.

        The story was almost meant as the character reminescing and lost in his own thoughts and being brought back hard by the harsh reality of his environement. But it probably was TOO loose x)

        Anyways, thanks a lot for the heart warming comments. I’m glad that the ending stuck with you as I really wasn’t feeling comfortable enough with it x)

        1. Jacob Guillerey Avatar
          Jacob Guillerey

          I decided not to edit out the names.
          Yes the story would be better without them, but I would feel bad to modify it.

    2. “Where you burn books, you will also burn people.”

      Sletel is getting rid of a lot of valuable information. Even if its by a hated ruler, you can learn a lot by studying where they went wrong. I can only hope that they realise this before falling for other pit-traps to turn them into a nasty dictator.

      Sir Terry Pratchett had a point. Maybe they DO call them revolutions because they keep going around in circles.

      I can already see the power going to Sletel’s head. Maybe that’s why his people stop saying his name.

      1. Jacob Guillerey Avatar
        Jacob Guillerey

        I will tell a bit more of his story with those prompts, see you next week (if I can find a place in his story where the prompt fits of course) so I will not reveal much more.

        The circumstances of Morhoï’s death and Sletel’s ascention to emperor of Parate are quite specific and I deeply love them. I hope i’m able to tell it in english one day !
        Thank you for your lovely comment !

        (also yes, he did basically burn what he considered to be himself with that library so your quote quite fits)

    3. Ok at the beginning I thought it was the a brotherly relationship, but then the ending hit me like a truck.

      like I never expected the rise of a Tyrant in the last paragraph like that, Is very well made.

      you did a good job man.

      sorry if I didnt post this review early.

      1. Jacob Guillerey Avatar
        Jacob Guillerey

        Thanks ! I’m glad it had the impact I hoped for !

        Don’t be sorry, i’m glad you did make a review at all !

  21. Purge, Bearer of Wrath Avatar
    Purge, Bearer of Wrath

    At The Boundary
    by Purge, Bearer of Wrath

    The room smelt of dust and oil. It was small and bare except for a table and the two chairs they sat on.

    “It looks like you will be accepted,” said Zoë. She raised dark eyes to the torn figure across the table from her. The man, Adam, shook his head.

    “I’ve forgotten how to believe,” he said.

    “That’s sad to hear.” Zoë’s pale face was unchanged.

    “It’s gone,” said Adam, “Just like everything else Delphi took.”

    Zoë’s head tilted slightly. “What do you know about Delphi?” she asked.

    Adam’s face slid from disdain to resignation.

    “The little AI that went Fooom?” he sighed. “Like it was never going to happen? How quick it got bigger and smarter than the world? Our hidden silicon ‘Governor’. Knows everything about everything now. About everyone. Owns our future, or so they say… I saw people give up limbs for the power it offers.”

    “And people giving up as much to escape it…” Zoë’s gaze touched on the filthy patch across Adam’s eye. Adam shook his head. “There’s always a price.”

    Neither of them one spoke for a while.

    “What do you hope to find here at Boundary?” asked Zoë, breaking the silence.

    “A new channel.” Adam stared at her defiantly. “The Library.”

    “The Library?”

    “I’m told it’s a way of communicating. Something Delphi can’t process… something only humans… but I don’t even know I believe anymore…” He looked suddenly bereft.

    Zoë rose from her chair and stepped next to him. She stood over him, as though measuring him. Then she leant slowly and placed her cheek next to his. Adam felt the soft touch of it. He smelled a faint trace of spice and musk. She brushed against him, testing him.

    Zoë moved her mouth to his mouth. She touched her lips against his. Cold, a memory of coffee and apples, and then warm. There was a melting flick of her tongue, and she was no longer there. When he looked up, she was standing by the door.

    “Believe.” Zoë smiled. “Now you know the first letter of our alphabet.”

    1. Lee Strangely Avatar
      Lee Strangely

      Intriguing… A world with both advanced science and mysterious magic, and characters reverting to older (mystical) ways to combat a technological menace. The library as it’s described and what it takes to get to it gives it an almost mythical quality that reminds me of a sort of magical ancient ruin you would find in Indiana Jones. I like the scene this paints both visually and thematically, and I think you’ve done a great job with this!

      Though, if I had to make one nitpick, I don’t think dust has a smell. Sure you can pic up on it and physically feel it and sneeze, though I never imagined it having an actual scent…

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

        Mystical. Really like that description. I now have to integrate that with my notion of how this scene might open up into a bigger world. This is why we write in groups. Thank you.

  22. The Problem Was Not Within

    By Joe

    After getting inside Darrelson’s mind, Umbrel fell into the middle of an enormous twisted library. Landing on a giant pile of books, I slid down to the bottom and landed on my feet, and immediately started my search for Darrel himself.

    “Darrellson!”

    “WHAT?!?!” Darrell shouted next to him.

    I jumped and slipped on a book and fell on my side. Looking up I saw Darrellson furiously staring at Umbrel from behind a desk, disheveled from his…work?

    “Huh. Found you.”

    “Yeah! Uh-huh! You found me! What the HELL do you want?”

    Umbrel shrunk his neck into his shoulders. “I’m sorry. I’m just here to help.” He said meekly.

    Darrell slapped his pencil down. “Oh. With what?”

    “I’ve come to help you get your life together. You’ve been depressed, stressed, overworked, and lash out at random. It’s gotten me worried, old boy.”

    “Randomly, you say.” He grabbed a book from the pile on his desk and opened it, where an image played in ink on its pages. “Like the last time you asked if I’d like to go to the pub?”

    “Yeah. That was a weird one. Why did you blow up on me like that?”

    “Because every time we went there you would get in a fight with a drunkard or someone spouting off in a political manner.”

    “I don’t believe in sanctuary for the dark elves.”

    “Uh-huh. And what about the time you fought someone just outside the bar because they stepped on your shadow?”

    “I’ve heard people lose their souls through a seal on the stealers foot making contact with the shadow.”

    “Oh, well. Sorry to disappoint but that magic was proven false time and time again, because you cannot TOUCH A SHADOW!!” Darrelson shouted.

    Umbrel shrank again. “So you’re telling me that…I’ve been the source of your stress.”

    “Yes,” Darrellson said sharply. “And now you’ve invaded my mind without my permission to help with problems YOU’VE been the cause of.”

    Umbrel was stunned. “Huh. Well…what do we…do about that?”

    “You can start by leaving my head.”

    “Right. See you in the morning!”

    “Till then.”

    1. Greenphox Avatar
      Greenphox

      That is a very interesting concept, having the library placed within a person’s head. I really enjoyed it, and I found it unique.

      I am confused with the characters, there is the author, the Umbrel and Darrellson, but it seems like the author is Umbrel, with a change between first and third person. English isn’t my native language, so probably it is my fault and not yours.

      I liked the “chit-chat” between the characters, it made them playful, and closer to a human being, than the usual cold blooded characters. The whole conversation was lightweight and also very deep, with the end being really nice.

      1. Whoops. It’s not your fault. I didn’t edit myself out of the story completely when I decided to make Umbrel the main character. That’s what I get for rushing.

        Glad you enjoyed.

    2. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      There is a lot to be liked on the concept of invading other minds and finding an entire library there, or on how one can stay there having conversations with the owner and occupant of said mind, and even on how mundane such an endeavor seem to be here (despite still not seeing like a thing one should do willy-nilly). But the best thing, for me, is the interaction between these two. Trying to help someone can be very difficult – doubly so when ones efforts are not only not helpful, but detrimental to it all.

      Also, really funny that the most neurotic one is trying to help the supposedly stressed one. That’s a recipe for problems if ever was one.

      And I find it very real, very refreshing, that although Darrelson is clearly fed up with Umbrel, he does not just lash out. He is being harsh as needed, but the way they excuse themselves from the presence of the other does not convey bitternes, but tiredness. And having an acquaintance that is difficult to manage and deal with feels like that a lot.

      And that’s without they having the audacity to invade one’s mind. Gosh, is there anything worse than being forced to accept in your mind something that is only causing troubles, while “trying” to help? Dreadful thought.

      Great tale, Joe – and now, I can’t think of this title as anything else than a joke. The Problem was not Within…. but right now, it is. Damn annoying visitors!

  23. The Keeper of Secrets
    By Flamekin

    The great golden whale slowly opened it’s eye.

    Great folds of glowing lustrous skin sliding and shifting back over the massive sphere, its pupil shining a glowing electric blue surrounded by an iris of resplendent silver, glowing light pulsing with the flow of golden ichor. I felt as if I had truly found a God

    “YOU WISH TO ASK ME A QUESTION, MORTAL?” a deep voice like the depths of the ocean thundered in my head. The beast regarded me with its wizened ancient eyes, seemingly unsurprised to see a human far beneath the ocean. Its voice wasn’t kind or gentle and didn’t regard me as anything other than the puny ant that I was compared to it’s great existence.

    “VERY WELL” It didn’t wait for my response, but my hope began to rise, perhaps these years of searching for this opportunity were not in vain.

    “DO YOU KNOW WHAT IS REQUIRED?” As I looked at it, it began to seem that the leviathan was growing, turning to face me, though I could still see its eye just as clearly, staring at me with a depth of hunger I could not fathom. I did know now what was required, it seemed so natural for me to know, as if I had known before, almost as if the knowledge had been placed there. I was only able to do so much as think of it before the old god spoke into my head again.

    “GOOD,” the long-drawn-out syllable felt final, as if I had just signed a contract with the monster that I had no choice in making. Or maybe I had, hadn’t I sought this out? Hadn’t I chosen this? Was death worth knowing the answer?

    “THEN ASK.”

    By now I could no longer tell what direction the demon was facing, all I could see was its one great eye.

    ‘Is my daughter alive?’ my mind called out.

    By the time I heard the “YES” slur out from it’s mouth, I knew it was too late, all I could do was regret as I stared into its blood red eye.

    1. The Magic System Avatar
      The Magic System

      Woah. Just… woah. That was fantastic! I love the descriptions of the whale and how grand and all-powerful they are. The sense of scale there is fantastic, and it works so well. Knowing what the pov is thinking, calling it a demon at the end, it all works so well together. And that starting description of the eye was amazing!! My one small critique is only that the ending felt a little bit rushed, which I can only assume was due to the wordcount. Its a killer of us all, sadly. But other than that, I absolutely love this

      1. yeahhhhhh, I got to the point where I wanted to end, and even with the rushed ending I was up to almost 400…. so I had to pare that down significantly and slowly edit down to where I was exactly 350,
        Do you have any suggestions where I could help the ending even with that constraint?

    2. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      This was amazing. The sense of scale alone would be enough for m,e to say it is amazing – that’s no easy thing to convey. But the whole thing about the knowledge just flooding the mind of the narrator and the “contract” being chosen or not (do we even have a choice? what do we call choice at all?) was really powerful. I just loved how it was narrated. And, yeah, the ending felt a little bit rushed, but I guess, considering where the story is going, it was the place to chose to rush. After all, by what I can gather here, the narrator just exchange their life for the information they craved, and well… perhaps it is just that. That’s the time they had to deal with that information, and the only time left was the one to regret.

      Great story!

      1. Thank you so much! I really appreciate it!

  24. VulpesRose Avatar
    VulpesRose

    Three Can Keep a Secret
    by VulpesRose

    The Librarian stopped me before I could even speak a greeting. “Tell me, in a single word, what you are looking for. A single word.”

    “Murderer.”

    The Librarian nodded. “Secrets want to be found.” He pointed to the left, “Go down eight rows, turn right, and then down sixteen more.”

    I counted shelves carefully and came upon a man already holding a small stack of books under one arm and meticulously searching the shelves for more. It sent a chill down my spine to see someone with so many books at once.

    I browsed the shelf opposite, carefully reading the spines of each book, although I was reluctant to touch them. I went all the way down and back, relieved that the man had moved on.

    Then I spotted a book, strangely enough, on the floor. A dingy brown volume, but the title jumped off the cover at me, “The Murderer of Elias Brown.”

    Here it was, the identity of my father’s killer. My hands shook as I reached for the book. The beating of my heart was so strong that it echoed like footsteps in my ears. The volume seemed far too thick, but when I opened it, I saw that each page contained only a single name, boldfaced and centered.

    Jonathan Simmons

    The book slowly faded into dust, dissolving in my hands. I had read the name, so now two people knew the secret. Thus the book no longer belonged here.

    I began the slow walk out of the library, trying not to get hopelessly lost in the stacks, but, soon enough, I found my way back to the front desk. The man who had also been looking at books was conversing with the Librarian, his stack of books sitting off to the side, apparently to be reshelved. I thought it odd that someone would search for so many secrets, but then decide not to read them.

    I was nearly at the door when I heard the Librarian say, “Until next time, Mr. Simmons.”

    I felt the knife at my throat before I could even be afraid.

    1. The only way to keep a secret between two people is when the other person is dead. I believe that this sentence manages to explain idea that you mentioned – when two person know secret it is no longer secret.

      What i didn’t understand was the ending.
      Did he kill his father? Or it remains a secret kept from me?

      1. VulpesRose Avatar
        VulpesRose

        The title is indeed a reference to the saying that three can keep a secret, if two are dead.

        It seems I wasn’t quite clear enough with the identity of the players at the end of the story, which is very good to know. The intent was that the person the narrator sees in the library, the man who was also browsing for books, is Mr. Simmons, the murderer of the narrator’s father. Mr. Simmons sees the narrator reading the book about his crimes (a book he presumably dropped) and waits for him at the front of the library to kill him and preserve his secret.

        It was perhaps a bit too complex of an idea for a 350 word prompt, but I’m still glad I tried!

    2. The Magic System Avatar
      The Magic System

      Ooooh, this is really cool! I love the book fading once two people know the secret, and the twist at the end was so well executed! Makes me wonder why the librarian killed him… What I will say about the twist is that it was unfortunately a smidge predictable. It still works incredibly well despite that – the predictability of the pov being the killer, and my suspicious being confirmed, just made the last line hit even harder. And again, I really want to know more about the Librarian… seems like such an interesting character! Overall, I think this is a fantastic submission!

      1. VulpesRose Avatar
        VulpesRose

        I think your interpretation is very interesting, although it wasn’t entirely my intent.

        My intent was that the man browsing the books and talking to the Librarian was Mr. Simmons, the killer. He saw the narrator reading the book about his crimes and waited to finish the narrator off as they left to preserve his secret. I didn’t intend for the narrator to be seen as the killer or for the Librarian to be seen as the threat at the end, but I can see how perhaps clarifying details that I had to cut from the first draft led to this reading.

        I also had the narrator in 3rd person at one point, and she was female, so perhaps that would have cleared at least that part up at least, it just felt more punchy in first person, but perhaps the clarity it would have provided would have been worth keeping it that way.

        You’ve given me much to think about on how to clarify this story and others in the future, so thank you so much for the review!

    3. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      I love the story, Vulpes! But, strange thing, after reading the comments, it seems I am also one of those that was mislead to thing the narrator was the killer and then didn’t exactly got what the ending tried to say! Re-reading it after reading your replies, I understand the interpretation you were going for, but it is still a curious thing that at least three of us were misdirected in the same way.

      The thing I love more than anything in this tale is the initial interaction with the Librarian. The phrase “Secrets want to be found” is amazing in itself, and then the secret ceasing to be once know/found makes me wonder a lot on this want. Secrets want to be found: does that mean they want not to be? Very, very interesting.

      If I could just get the directions for this Library…

    4. Intriguing! I like that the book fades after reading it, that’s a good touch. I take it that if the original… author? Of a secret dies then reading it will have no effect? I do have to wonder how this library operates if they apparently allow murder on the premises. I’m also curious as to what the murderer was researching. Overall I love it!

    5. I love how the story begins with the premise that secrets, themselves, either want to be found or not and that the librarian would have denied entry if they wished to remain secrets. Its also interesting to see the secret disappear once it was read. That was a really neat detail.
      The character of the librarian is only hinted at, and that creates a nice air of mystery around him. The subtle hint that he can tell the outcome of every reader’s choices is well written and it plays out beautifully.
      Also worth mentioning is the way the title is referenced. “Two people knew the secret”, makes you wonder what will happen next. Will they escape? If the protagonist is killed, will the book re-appear?

      Very well written, kudos!

    6. Oooooh that’s a nice twist at the end. I like the idea of the book disolving the moment someone else knows the secret as it’s technically not a secret anymore, very nice ^^
      The single word description was also interesting ^^ absolutely impractical in real life but that just means the librarian look superhuman.
      Keep up the good work ^^

  25. Witches into the night
    by Javier Hernandez

    Josephine readjusted the lamp, it was dark and she could barely see. She sipped her, which was her fifth cup of coffee tonight. It was 3 A.M and she still had to look through a dozen more books. She put her coffee down, feeling slightly more energized, and put the book she was reading in the “not it” category. Not like she had found anything that was “it” yet. Looking at the pile of books she had yet to search, she sighed, feeling bad for stealing the books from the library, but they were thieves themselves, so it didn’t really matter.

    She picked up a book from the not yet searched pile. This book felt, different. It was a leather book, the leather was wrinkled and discolored. The book had no title, so she looked at the first page. It felt like she was holding a piece of history in her hand. The first page contained the book’s title, which was “The Kings of Judah”. She cursed and threw the book to the wall. As the book hit the wall, one of the pages fell out. Except that, it wasn’t the paper pages of the book, it was a papyrus scroll.

    She stood up and grabbed the scroll, a sense of excitement overtook her. This is where the power was coming from. The scroll was the same size as the page’s of the book, someone was trying to hide something, this was it. She read the title “Heretical Practices and Covenes of the Nordic Peoples” This was it, the evidence she needed.

    KNOCK-KNOCK

    “Josephine, come out and face the Holy Inquisition for your crimes against the church. This is your one and final warning.”

    She knew they would catch her eventually. She put the scroll in her pocket, and looked at the cross that sat above her window and asked Jesus to forgive her, then opened the window. Looking back at her apartment one last time, she went into the night.

    The police barged into the apartment, the window was open, and Josephine was nowhere to be found.

    1. The Magic System Avatar
      The Magic System

      Interesting concept! I like the idea of stealing ancient manuscripts to find a secret hidden in them, and being discovered by an organization that’s supposed to be dead.

      In terms of critique, there isn’t anything technically wrong with the writing here. It just doesn’t feel like there’s any life to it. The sentences all follow the same structure – including a lot of sentences starting with either a noun or a pronoun – which makes it feel boring. Try varying the structures of the sentences, with several clauses in on sentence, and varying the lengths of clauses.

      Also, though it is important to describe the actions happening, just as important is the emotions behind it. I don’t think I’m explaining what I mean very well, but the way this is written is very “action. action. action.” instead of something more dynamic like “action, emotion. action, reaction, subreaction.” etc. Essentially, vary the content of what you’re describing a bit more.

      Hopefully this can help a bit!

  26. Fallen Home
    by Rislowe

    Lycor held their breath as they flattened themself into the second dimension. Their shiny green chitin was no longer as lustrous as before, their lacy wings dull as the dust in the corners they scuttled through. This was by design. Lycor’s normal form was simply too splendid for this kind of work, for the kind of skulduggery required to sneak into the Library of an Old God.

    Flat along the floor, as a shadow, Lycor followed the lumbering pace of one of the Old God’s Collectors, a flayed human corpse, the impossible machine of life on full display, walking, gathering, compiling. The Collector neared the Archway, the boundary between the twisting Chaos of the untamed Wake and the Library of Pahl’Kra Syddorath, the Great Panopticon of Knowledge, and Lexicographer of the Wake. Only the God’s servants and the books they brought were allowed to enter. Lycor smiled and gathered their force of will. As the Collector stepped through the Archway, Lycor’s flat form melted into the first dimension, the plane of Ideas. An Idea is fleeting, slipping easily into the steeliest mind and disappearing just as quickly, but if the Idea of <> persisted, clinging to the Collector’s shadow until–

    The Collector entered the Library, and the concept of <> burst back into reality. A roar shook the bookcases that lined the walls of an endless spiral staircase. Lycor ran. Leaping up the spiraling staircase catching a glimpse of the towering pillar of eyes and hands in the center of the Library. Pahl’Kra Syddorath stared back. The Old God’s legion of hands grasped at the intruder, who leapt over them artfully.

    Lycor saw it.

    A ratty book bound in human leather.

    That was their prize!

    They reached out desperately, fingers latching on to the supple blinding of the tattooed book. Triumph flooded Lycor’s chest, warm and glowing, like a lightbulb in a–

    The pale hands of the Lexicographer smashed into Lycor’s body. The tome flying from their limp hand and into the void below. Pahl’Kra Syddorath, the Great Panopticon of Knowledge, wept.

    The book had fallen home.

    Never to return.

    1. Iosef Paramonov Avatar
      Iosef Paramonov

      This story was a mindf—! Drifting into dimensions, impossible conceptions of ideas as merely symbols, monstrous gods, a chitinous protagonist. What a ride that was!

      I love at the end how Pahl’Kra Syddorath weeps at the loss of their book. They’re not a vengeful being who’ll torment anyone who violates their domain, but just a collector of knowledge who want to preserve their precious tomes. A brilliant, mind-bending, and also kind of sad story!

    2. First of all, excellent work with the names! I’m a huge fan of Lovecraft and the Cthulhu mythos, and this story scratches just that itch!
      You’ve really captured the way of “suggestion” that Lovecraft used, wherein the form of the Lycor is up to the reader’s imagination, and one can arrange the features as they like. The other beings, too, are wrapped in mystery, though their power is without question.
      And finally, there’s the book, the objective of this quest. What does it contain? Why is the void its home? Why does it make the Old God weep? Oh, the mystery! I love it.

      Well done!

      1. A little something else to scratch your lore itch: The Collectors are skinless humanoid creatures, and the books are made of human leather. Have fun with that.

  27. Jett Simmons Avatar
    Jett Simmons

    Honor of Faith: Prologue

    A Knight’s Journey

    Sir Mal strouts onto the back of his noble steed, which he likes to name his ‘Companion’. For hours now, or maybe a Day, Mal ventured deep into the Black Woods, The Ground, icky and moist. The Radiant light from the sun. His Armor boils, becoming tortuous in every word that he could think of. But yet, Mal pressed on, hoping in some way, somehow, he can reach his salvation in one piece.

    “Alright my Friend..” He says proudly. “..If what I am told is correct, then we are just about to our location, if we just travel on for a Few more days..and get out of these woods with a lot of luck..we will finally get to our destination.”

    “PFFT.”

    “What is it you mean? Of course I know where we’re going. This Map we were given by the lady is the Map of the entire Black Woods. It’s helped out so far.”

    “NEIGH!”

    “Okay..for the record..I had NO idea the Woman was a cons-lady, and took most of our MOST of our Valuables behind our backs..But I’m sure the Map she gave us is a Legit. I’m rather glad we have a Map to this place, thank you.”

    “…”

    “But..I am nervous if the Map could just be a scam all to itself, I mean..don’t get me wrong, I’m still sure it’s real, but it’s just a feeling you know.”

    “…”

    “Okay!! I don’t trust it. Are you Happy Now?! We’ve been on the road for so long now, I can’t even remember what day it is now. From all I know, We could be going the wrong way! It’s hot, It’s Humid, and I am getting really tired of this entire journey as a Whole!!”

    “…”

    “I mean, If this mission is so important to the Counsel, Why would they send off their best Soldier, Me Of all The Knights? I’m Holy Knight for pete sakes, Holy, My Skills are for other things like Helping Non-belelivers join the Church, read the Bible and all that Crap!! The Most Important Things!! I mean there was Jerra, she’s also a good candidate, why not not her? Oh yes, Right! Because I am the BEST Knight, The Honorable One!! (Sighs)..this is what I get for acting so Heroic all the Time.”
    “…”

    “Not only that, I still have no clue what this blasted Note they gave me is from. Our ENTIRE trip, No Idea.”

    In his Hands, a small flimsy piece of Paper brushes in the Humid winds. If you looked from afar, You wouldn’t be able to tell whether what was written was even words, he certainly couldn’t tell. He could remember when his Superiors gave it to him, telling him that it came from an old Ally of theirs, and then..nothing else.

    This was the following that was Written, At least from what he can read:

    ‘Of Whoever reads this report, if the Order are reading this right now, then I must tell you that I have some information beneficial to your Empire. After many years of study from guidance of my master, Hethdrew, a Man I deeply admire, My Teacher, and a man who is sadly no longer in the Mortal plain had tasked me to record and monitor all possible threats that could or will someday become a serious issue in the long run, right now, there are reports of beasts and monsters roaming the lands, from Green to even the Black Zone. If you have the Resources, you can come meet me in a Small Town in the very tip of the Green Zone, where you can send one of your most trusted soldiers to do what needs to be done. This is Important, and I hope you think it is too.’

    At the end, Their Signature was engraved, all that was written was a ‘H’ and the Name of the Town they lived in, ‘Oreland’. Looking at this Letter now made him ask questions, One of them being the fact that this person is a supposed ‘Student’ who was taught by Hethdrew the Great, a powerful wizard that was the Founder and Creator of the CFO, The Church of Order. Hethdrew never had a student..at least not one he knew of, plus, the Guy had died way before anyone could even know what he was hiding, so there was no way that would be discovered, and even if someone did know, would you believe it?

    Mal may have been the Top of his Class in the academy, and he may have studied every single page in the Bible and every incantation, and may be a master of many fighting styles and a serious history buff, but never good at solving mysteries, wasn’t his thing. It was best for him to keep his questions to himself in the meantime, wait until they were necessary to bring back up again, besides, he was glad that his journey would be over.

    “..I hope we figure it out soon though..” He sighed. “We have come so far. ”

    If you knew as much as Mal did in the academy, then you wouldn’t even begin to imagine how prepared he was to learn as the things he knew now. On the first day, 23,000 Students, 345 Candidates that enrolled in the Program, and only 5 Passed. One of them being Mal himself. It was very hard to tell what his motives were for being a Knight, it was probably fame, possibly for the fights, or for something far more grand than just those two options alone. But in the end, Mal proved it wasn’t ANY of those options, and instead had one thing in mind, to be Prophet Knight, A Holy Knight.

    But what Mal didn’t expect for the Role was that as a High Rank, he was to carry out commands given to him by the Counsel, who were obviously the ones running everything, and he had to obey. Now he is out here, In the Woods, Many Miles away from the Main Capital, and is..about to die from heat exhaustion.

    He wasn’t alone either, for his Horse felt the same way, sticking out its tongue as the Mucky Swamp Air filled their lungs and other organs. They Eventually find themselves in a Open Field, covered by a Green grass and the strong winds that made the Grass move as though to a rhythm, The Smell of Flowers were also very prominent the more they walked, with the sights of daisies, roses, sunflowers, the tulips and the tickseeds. Far out, Mal could see valleys of Hills and Mountains, each one different in size and scale, the sun shining down in a brightly chipper way.

    “Ahhh..this is nice. Hope the rest of our Journey will always be like this.”

    “PFFT..”

    “Of course you won’t, You just can’t appreciate the beauty of nature can you? I mean I wouldn’t expect much from the same horse who would always run from a battle.”

    “…”

    “That’s right I said it, and you know it’s true. How many times have I stuck my neck out for you this whole journey? Like that when you were Kidnapped by a Group of Succubi, and I had to go save you from them..and in order to do so I had to..have passionate love with their leader. Elh! I will never forgive you for that.”

    “…”

    “Or-OR! That time you ran and abandoned me to the mercy of a group of Trolls, I had to fight 205 of them, alone, with a stick!”

    “???”

    “Okay, perhaps there weren’t 205 of them, there were 207 of them, that’s more accurate. But the point is..” Mal tries finding the words. “..The point IS is that You are always hiding or running away when danger is near, and I get stuck doing the dirty work, while you..well..do whatever a spoiled horse does when not helping and being useless.”

    “!!?”

    “I’m sorry but it had to be said, besides, during our entire trip, you’re the one who has it easy, So I don’t see why you are so tired. For all I know, you should be thanking me for the sacrifices I made to help us get through this journey alive-WOA-OoF!”

    Mal soon finds himself on the Floor, his Bottom deep inside of a pond of mud, watching as the many critters living in it retreat and run for cover, the sounds of Toads echoing as they jump away, hiding behind a Large Tree within the forest nearby.

    “Ah Bollocks, my shiny Armor.”

    The Sound of high pitched neigh’s could then be heard by Mal’s ‘Noble’ Steed. He watched as his Companion laughed hysterically at his Misery, oblivious to where their loyalty was for him. He shrugs, and gets out of the puddle, cleaning himself off, giving his Horse a glare while doing so.

    “Haha, you must have thought it was SO funny didn’t you? Well perhaps it won’t be so funny when I prohib myself from ever giving you a Carrot during the rest of our journey?”

    “!!!”

    “That’s Right, No more snacks for the rest of the trip. That is my word!”

    “NEIGH!!!”

    “Oh yes I do MEAN IT! And there’s nothing you can do to change my mind about it.”

    “Um..excuse me Lads…” A Gruff voice interrupts, causing Mal and his ‘Not so Noble’ Steed to look and see who it was talking to. It was a Dwarf, Small, Facial hair that went down to his legs, merely touching the ground, wearing the standard civilian attire, carrying a Bag filled with unknown contents.

    “Oh..” Mal freaks. “Um..Hello! I..didn’t think there were other people around. How’d you do?”

    “Uhh..Came back from filling up this sack with water, what about you?”

    “Oh nothing much..” Mal answered. “..I was just having a ‘PLEASANT’ conversation with my horse…who is..being a utter as-”

    “I actually don’t care.”

    “O-well..sorry for assuming you wanted to know.” An awkward silence soon fills the conversation, until Mal decides to open his Mouth again to ask. “So what brings a Dwarf like you out here?”

    “Uhh..I live here?”

    “You live here..that’s..nice. So..what do you do?”

    “I have a Shop in a Small Town far out of these woods, Few days away, but nothing too problematic for me, My son mostly runs the shop now, I’ve Retired.”

    “How has it been?”

    “Okay for the most part, What about you? Are you some kind of Guard or something?”

    “Well kinda, I’m a Knight, a Holy Knight.”

    “Huh..Never heard of ya. Whelp! I’m gonna go-”

    “Wait! Hold up!”

    “Yes?”

    “Erm..we have been traveling for awhile, and I just wonder if a town in the name of..Oreland is any chance around these Valleys? were kinda lost.”

    “Eh? Oreland? Yea, It’s where my Shop is. Why do you ask?”

    Mal thinks for a moment. “You see, I was sent here by my Superiors to find someone that has written this note, they go by the name of ‘H’, I suppose you might know this individual?”

    Mal then hands the Flimsy Note to The Dwarf, The Dwarf speeding through the words to see what was written inside.

    “Hmm..Nope. Never heard of this Lad.”

    “Oh..well thanks anyways.”

    “Don’t mention it..Oh, and I would quiet down if I were you. These woods are filled with spirits, and other nasty things.”

    “Got it..Thank you.”

    As the Dwarf left, Awkward Silence again fills, Mal and his Steed’s eyes both turning away as to not pay mind that they existed with one another.

    “You know that I meant it when I say no more snacks right?”

    The Moon soon peaks itself out of the grievances of Night, The sounds of crickets and frogs chirping and croaking all throughout the Woods, The Breeze of the cold soft wind blowing throughout the swampy woodlands. Below, Mal stares silently as the flickers of ember jump off the main flame, which had already burned through most of the wood that he prepared for it, throwing in one more just for safe measure. On the Opposite side, His Steed slept, snoring away like there was no tomorrow, or even an end.

    Mal lays back onto a nearby Tree, looking dazingly at the fire as though he was ogling a shiny object. He becomes curious of what he would expect from this little Town, Or if he would even be able to find the town. If he was honest with himself, he was kinda saddened for this quest to be over, all this way and still wishing it kept going, but, from all that he’s learned in his life, it was best to let the Past go, and continue forward.

    “Just a few more days..only a few.” He says with Optimism, sleeping well this night for the knowledge that he was content for his Adventure to be Over, all you hear next..is snores. But Miles out, deep within the Forest, A Man wanders the Woods, An Ax in Hand as he was preparing to chop down some wood for his family to use when the Winter comes. Unknownst to the terror that would take place, as he is watched by something in the shadows. The shadow itself, smiling.

    It watches as its prey walks alone in the Woodlands, It stalks him, waits, waiting for them to be in the right spot, at the right time. It watched with silence, creeping up as it saw its prey chopping down the weak area of a Large Tree before them, bashing at the bark as hard as they could swing it. They ignore the facts, the fact being that as he chopped, the more the predator gets closer, and closer, and closer until…nothing.

    The lantern now stood on the Ground, alone, the Fire from inside it beginning to fade out, and then in, fade out, and then in, and fade out, and went dark.

    It was a Beautiful Night for sure, so beautiful, so stunning, that you couldn’t hear or acknowledge the screams. The Sounds of Ravens croaking out into ‘Nevermore’ and into the darkness, the Wolves Howling and roaring in pack and a Spider sitting peacefully in its Web, it was just another night in the Black Woods, and every Summer and Winter, another Person doesn’t return from out of the Swampy lands.

    1. RVMPLSTLTSKN Avatar
      RVMPLSTLTSKN

      This is an impressive wordcount, mate. I’ll finish reading it this evening, but wanted to make sure you knew that there’s a word limit on what can be read on stream (caps at 350).

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

      Hello! I just wanted to briefly inform you that your story is currently not eligible to be read on the stream. This is because it is 2028 words over the word limit. It also seems to be missing an author name at the beginning. If you would like to be read on the stream, please take a moment to read through the rules and amend your story to follow them.

      Thanks for submitting!!

  28. Iosef Paramonov Avatar
    Iosef Paramonov

    Whatever Is Left
    Iosef Paramonov

    The Geiger counter clicks at a steady rate as I drift through the remnants of the devastated building. Orange dust drifts from above – there is no roof, not anymore. The floor is so thick with ash that my thick steel-capped boots make not a sound. Around me, other figures in hazmat suits slink between the vestiges of shelves and desks; they are like ghosts of the dead, haunting the place where they were murdered.

    I see a black, oblong shape sticking out from beneath a pile of ash. I kneel down excitedly to pick it up. It is however nothing but charred page after charred page. I cannot make out so much as a letter. I gently brush some ash aside, lie the burnt remains down onto their soft bed, and bury them. I draw a cross on top of the burial mound – it feels silly, but for whatever reason, leaving them unmarked would have felt worse. I rise, brushing myself off.

    There’s a call from the east wing. Me and the others turn and see Amina waving to us. As carefully as we can, we make our way through the charred wreckage, our hearts beating with hope even within this ashen tomb. We huddle around her and gaze at the treasure she has found.

    The Hound of the Baskervilles. It’s been so long since any of us have ever seen a copy. Its cover is torn, the edges of the pages are singed, its spine is bent. But it’s all here, the complete novel, every word and letter present and legible! We reach out our hands to touch the cover, like worshipers reaching out for the Messiah. We pass it around each other, holding it like a newborn baby, careful to not drop it or hold it in an unbecoming way.

    Finally, Ernesta, our leader, gently but firmly pulls the book from us and wraps it in a white cloth. She then opens the satchel by her side and reverently places it inside. We turn and continue our search among the ruins.

    1. This story made me sad. Congratulations! There’s something about books being destroyed that makes me really sad and I can’t help but feel for the main character as they bury the illegible pages of a lost “comrade”. A great depiction of scavengers in a nuclear disaster. It’s hard to make people feel things in a short word count. Be proud!

      1. Iosef Paramonov Avatar
        Iosef Paramonov

        Thank you, I am really glad that the story captured your feelings in such a way! 🙂

    2. Sigh… This is so well written! I love the atmosphere you’ve painted, I can imagine the melancholy skies, the distant sounds of the wind, the desolation. Such vivid imagery achieved so simply! Very impressive!
      The sorrow of combing through burnt remains of books is captured really well and the disappointment and ultimate joy of the searchers… I could really resonate with it.
      The story makes me wonder what events led to this scene and I would love to see it expanded upon. Very well written, good job!

      1. Iosef Paramonov Avatar
        Iosef Paramonov

        Thanks for your compliments, I’m glad the story could resonate with you in such a way!
        I’ve been thinking of expanding it, so maybe I will. You’ve definitely given me the encouragement to do so, thanks!

    3. This was a weird one. But in a good way. There was a lot of sadness and melancholy in this piece, without it being overly sad; and there is some light and hope at the end.
      It’s also quite the idea to make the Library of Secrets just a normal library, but in a dystopian world, I like it. And I loved the fact, they found a book I actually read and liked.
      The only thing I found that might count as a critique is that you used “drift” twice in the beginning; but that’s pretty nitpicky.

      A very enjoyable read, thank you!

      1. Iosef Paramonov Avatar
        Iosef Paramonov

        Thanks for your thoughts and compliments! And I get the critique, normally I try not to use the same word too many times, I must have missed that. Thanks for noticing!

    4. robertoface Avatar
      robertoface

      Aw, the title really brings this story together: the feeling of loss and respect for the imagination of times gone by, holding on to it like a precious relic because, in many ways, it is.

      1. Iosef Paramonov Avatar
        Iosef Paramonov

        Thank you, yes, that was exactly what I was going for. The feeling of trying to salvage the remains of ones culture and history in the aftermath of indiscriminate destruction.

  29. [REDACTED]
    By Thunder

    “Your 9 AM is here, boss.” I released the intercom and smiled pleasantly at the nondescript figure waiting on the other side of the desk. He returned the smile a moment before the door opened of its own accord, and he vanished inside.

    My smile turned to a frown as I turned back to the screen, and the lack of information on it. Everyone who made it this far up the ladder should have had all relevant information as to their identity, role in the organization, or at the very least the purpose of their visit displayed for my perusal during the long minutes my employer made them wait. This one, however, showed up on the first of every month and was received promptly. With no identifying information whatsoever beyond the ID number.

    Chewing thoughtfully on a pen, I tentatively opened the company database, looking around at the empty lobby (as if they couldn’t record everything I did at the station anyway) before punching in the number. To my faint surprise, I got a match; still no name available, or even a department listed, but there was a link for a… Project Tiamat? That was new; I had thought I had heard of everything going on here.
    Clicking the link opened a pop-up that made me drop the pen. [Accessing This File Will Notify Internal Affairs] read the warning. [Are You Sure You Want To Continue?]
    Now with the faintest tremor in my hands, I clicked [Yes].

    The results were underwhelming. The resulting file was almost completely blacked out; only a few names and dates were still legible, and I was about to close the file in disappointment (and then give myself a good kicking for risking my job over this), but one of the dates and associated words stood out. February 16, 2021. Echidna. Titanomachy. And at the bottom was the most damning statement: ‘Mutagen infusion complete, resulting superorganism released into Prague.’

    The door opened, and my heart leapt into my throat as I closed the file. “Have a good day, sir,” I choked out, managing a small wave.

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

      I’m torn between wanting to know more about what’s going on in ‘the organisation’ and what’s going on with ‘the super-organisation’. No, it’s useless, I want both. I’ll only settle for both!

  30. Edit’s library
    By contract

    Arthur arrived at the door he was indicated.

    It was a massive wooden door with “Thought Organization Office ” written in silver letters at the top and “Manager : Edit” in the center.

    Arthur knocked. No response. He tried again, same results.

    Finally, he decided to open the door himself. It wasn’t closed.

    Inside was the messiest office he had ever seen. There was paperwork on the ground, taped to the walls, and on the desk was a veritable mountain of paper, coming in all colors, shapes and sizes. It was a miracle the small furniture didn’t collapse from the sheer weight it was supporting.

    Lot of pens, in a questionable state, were littered everywhere in the small room. There seemed to be other furniture here, but they were simply unrecognizable, buried under tons of office supplies.

    From behind the desk emerged a young woman of approximately 30 years old. She had short messy ginger hairs and a pair of red round glasses. It was obvious she hadn’t slept in a while.

    “Yes, who is here ?” She said with a soft voice

    “Euh,…, hello ? I come for -”

    “The library is after the last stair to the right at the end of the corridor” she interrupted.

    “…What ?” interrogated Arthur.

    “Oh, wait, you didn’t ask yet. Sorry, sorry, I’m very busy and sometimes I mess up. I have so much work late ! I have 300 years of…3 millions…Well, a lot of work to catch up. I will do it yesterday ! Wait,…no, yesterday I must do the work of tomorrow I didn’t do because I was busy with the one from last year… I should -”

    “Thanks,…I think…You helped me well enough. I will go to the library. Goodbye.” cut in Arthur before going to the exit.

    “That explains a lot of things“ He thought to himself, once he closed the door.

    “He, I read that !” yelled Edit from the inside.

    Arthur quietly went toward the stairwell.

    He found himself behind the huge metallic gate of the library. He opened it by pushing the button next to it.

    He found the library divided in three distinct sections, indicated by a small panel : Dream, Nightmare, Thought.

    There was also a note near the entrance : “Edit is not allowed to “tidy up” any part of the library, even her own.” A handwritten sentence had been added just underneath : “Seriously Edit, don’t do that ever again, cordially, Night.”

    Arthur went for the Thought section, hoping he could find what he was searching. He was disappointed, but not surprised to see that this part was the messiest of all.

    The books were classed by title, or to be precise by the name of the general name of the idea they contained. However, they weren’t at the place they were supposed to be. The A segment was mostly filled with volumes starting with A but also a non negligible number of ones in E, J, or even V.

    Arthur finally resigned to open a random book, to see how they were structured. They contained the name and date of every person who had this specific thought, as well as a small description of why and how they came up with it.

    But Arthur quickly realized he would never find what he was searching for. The tome was editing itself, at all instant, adding or modifying data, making it functionally impossible to search a specific name.

    He finally got access to what he wanted, the place where all secrets, thoughts and ideas were gathered.
    Even though he couldn’t make any use of it in this state.

    “Even this place has poor management.” he simply said to himself while calmly sighting.

    1. Tamela Redfin Avatar
      Tamela Redfin

      Seems good, but not sure it’s the 350 max. Keep it up.

    2. Purge, Bearer of Wrath Avatar
      Purge, Bearer of Wrath

      This is fun. Just the complete lack of organisation makes me feel oddly comfortable. I like this character of Edit a lot. Very well drawn portrait of a text spirit in the space of a few words. I hope that: “Hey, I read that.” is not a typo.

      And the fact that attempting to tidy isn’t even allowed! Hmm… Perhaps this is Night’s domain? Yes, makes me want to know more.

      1. Thanks for your review !

        Edit is a character I had for a long time and I barely made changes to her for the WP. And yes, it’s not a typo, it’s what make her so…unique.

        As for her not being allowed to tidy up, let’s just say it’s based on a previous incident…

        Glad you enjoyed !

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

      Hello! I just wanted to briefly inform you that your story is currently not eligible to be read on the stream. This is because it is 270 words over the word limit. If you would like to be read on the stream, please take a moment to read through the rules and amend your story to follow them.

      Thanks for submitting!!

      1. Thank you, but I was already selected last week, so I’m not eligible anyways.

        I posted it just for other to read it, if they want.

  31. Mum’s The Word (Chronicles of The Dragon)
    By Makokam

    Jostica rushed into the house as the summer sun was setting, a bag of books in her hand and sweat dripping down her skin. She threw the door closed behind her as she went for the steps.

    “Oh hey sweetie!”

    She froze as her Mom called out.

    “You were gone all day! Did you have fun shopping?” she asked as she walked into the hall. “Show me what you got.”

    “Ah, sure, but let me get changed first.” And she hurried up the stairs and to her room. She shut the door and quickly pulled two books out of the bag and stuffed them into her pillowcase. She then rushed to change out of her sweaty clothes and into something cool and comfy.

    Changed and neatened up, Jostica went back downstairs with her bag. “Mom? You wanted to see my books?”

    An hour later she returned to her room, closed the door, and collapsed against it letting out a long sigh. As if her schedule wasn’t packed enough, now she was going to have to actually READ some of those books so she could talk about them with her after SHE read them.

    She looked over at her bookshelf and gave a smaller sigh, then walked over to get to work.

    The stuffed animal, the pictures, and the figurines were going to need a new home.

    She pulled a dozen or so books off the shelf, then took the books from the pillowcase and put them flat against the back of the shelf, and put the books back on, spines out. She stepped back and looked it over.

    Passable. No room for anything except one of the pictures to go back.

    She really needed to find a better solution for this. Her study materials and practice equipment were starting to take over her room. It was easy enough when she was able to fit everything into one chest in her closet. But now she had to go to such annoying lengths to keep everything out of sight.

    Maybe she could get new desk, one with hidden drawers…

    1. Tamela Redfin Avatar
      Tamela Redfin

      Nice set up. So she’s hiding the books for what reason? Can’t wait to read more!

      1. Thank you!
        Mom wouldn’t be pleased to discover her studying magic. Even less so to discover why.

    2. Ah, the trials of hiding things from your parents. Might seem more difficult than it appears. In all seriousness, I like this setup. It already builds an interesting dynamic between mother and daughter, where the latter feels like she has to keep secrets from the former.

      I am interested to know why she hides these materials. Is her mother not allowed to know or does she feel like she can’t trust her? This feels like she is a part of a magical otherworld, which her mother isn’t supposed to know about. It’s still a neat premise.

      Well done!

      1. Thank you!

        Not a magical world, but she is learning magic. As for why she’s hiding it, I imagine her Mom would be very unhappy, since it can be dangerous. And she’d be REALLY unhappy if she knew WHY she was doing it, so better to avoid questions.

    3. Controlling parents make sneaky kids! You’d think people would learn these things.

      What Jostica needs is a Chaos Grandma/Auntie to hold all the “dangerous material” for her and otherwise assist in the rebellion.

      I don’t think a desk with hidden drawers is going to stop Mama Snoop. Heck, Jostica’s lucky that she hasn’t already been found out by her mother “just cleaning” 9_9

      …come to think of it, a helpful librarian might also serve the part of Chaos Grandma. Letting Jostica read what she wants to during library hours.

      1. Thank you!

        I should probably figure out what to do with her Mentor soon…

        And it’s less that her Mom is controlling, and more that she’d be VERY upset to learn about her “additional studies” and even more so as to WHY she’s studying.

        Hmm… Maybe she’ll just learn a “bigger on the inside” spell…

    4. I like the simplicity of this one. And that sure, if you are familiar with Jostica, you know what’s in the books she’s hiding and why she’s hiding them. But even if you don’t know the context, hiding something from your parents or family in general is a universal thing. I do like all the details that went into her hiding methods. They really grounded the piece.

      It is nice to know that she clearly is able to get through all this drama and successfully learn what she needs to, which makes this even more entertaining. Great take on the prompt!

      1. Thank you!

        I had some fun imaging how she’d hide the books but keep them accessible.
        I’ll probably have her prioritize learning a “bigger on the inside” spell.

        It is nice to know she’s able to keep it hidden long enough to not be stopped. But I think this is one of those rare stories of mine that is 100% stand alone as well, which is a nice change of pace.

    5. Arith_Winterfell Avatar
      Arith_Winterfell

      The story is interesting coming from you for it’s slice of life atmosphere instead of action that usually acts as the backbone of your stories. Nice change of pace. It’s humorous how Jostica finds her magical studies overwhelming her room and her need to hide them from her mother. The details such as hiding her books in a pillowcase, then rearranging her bookshelves to hide the two new (I assume magical related) books. It’s also an interesting sign of growing up that she has to find new homes for the stuffed animal, pictures and figurines as potentially childhood symbolic things have to make way for her adult studies in magic. I also ended up curious as to the ending, if it is a reference to another story of yours relating to the desk somehow? Or was it just a way to wrap up the story?

      1. Thank you!

        I actually really enjoy writing slice of life stuff. Maybe I should put more effort into that. And it was fun getting into a mindset of “I need to hide these books but also need to be able to get my hands on them easily” hiding them behind other books seemed like a fun idea. Even if, in this case, she had to buy more books to hide them behind.

        The bit about the desk was just to wrap up the story. Unless…

    6. It seems the mother was reading Jostica’s books to make sure they’re appropriate, or within her realm of acceptance, as well as trying to connect with her daughter with a common interest. It’s great to want to connect with your child but this is invasive and annoying. It’s no wonder Jostica is hiding stuff from her.

      A very nice slice of life.

      Now flaunt this like confidently.

      1. Thank you!

        To be honest, my intention was only for it to be a Mom trying to connect with her step-daughter. But Jostica knows she’d flip if she saw the books she was hiding. Especially if she knew WHY she had them.

  32. Like Reading Books
    By Taja DaLeen

    Every person has secrets. And I can read them, just like other people read books.

    It’s my gift.

    It’s what I do as a job, too. I am… a private investigator, if you wanna put it like that.

    Sometimes I’m proud of what I do, and other times… well. I’m not.

    This right here is probably one of those times I’m less proud of what I chose to do with my abilities.

    But well, a girl gotta eat.

    I’ve been contracted to read the secrets of some mage who’s apparently able to talk to metal, and with his gift crafted some really important statue of Mamona, or something.

    Don’t ask me, it’s quite normal that the people paying me are weird. Or jealous girlfriends. Sometimes both.

    Whatever.

    Back to the metal dude; right now I stand before him, looking into his eyes to read in his little library.

    It’s mainly a matter of picking the right book. Which isn’t always easy; sometimes, usually when people are really organized, they are all titled in a way that makes it obvious what the secret is about, but… well.

    This guy’s pretty much the opposite of organized. All of his books look more like notebooks, sometimes even with damaged jackets or crumpled pages. And no titles to be seen anywhere, nothing even close to one.

    So, I pick a book at random.

    But it’s the wrong one; at least I highly doubt the fact he’s into his brother’s girlfriend has anything to do with the statue.

    The next book’s also not the right one. I mean, it’s kinda cute that he still has some stuffed toy from when he was a kid and loves to cuddle with it, but again. Not the secret I need.

    Ah, here. This looks promising. Apparently he told some of the metal leaves he was working with to send his brother to their old treehouse. Maybe my clients can find a clue there.

    And if they don’t; who cares? Not me. They can pay me some more to go through this horribly unorganized library again. I’ll deserve it.

    1. Tamela Redfin Avatar
      Tamela Redfin

      Interesting premise. Well written and I feel the character’s motive.

    2. I really like your style of writing at the first person. You express the thoughts of the character very well. I also love the casual sarcasm you put in there. It makes everything more alive. And of course, the unorganised library. That’s one of my favorite spin on the trope.

      Good work !

    3. Iosef Paramonov Avatar
      Iosef Paramonov

      This is a really cool premise. Somebody who reads people literally! And you did a really good job on expanding upon it too; I could almost feel as though the protagonist was actually speaking to me.

      Its also interesting how much worldbuilding you do in such a short piece: statue of Mamona, mage who can talk to metal, PI who reads people like books.

      Well done!

    4. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      Oh, I love the character and the way she conveys her thoughts. And the whole thing about being a very particular ability, but still used for an odd job – heck, really difficult to have any hope, ethics and ambitions in this economy, you know?

      This feels a lot like part of a larger story, a larger universe. It works a lot (mainly, I’d say, due to the character of the protagonist and the way her speech builds context and fill the setting with character) as a stand alone, but I can’t help but wonder on the other chapters.

      I don’t have a lot to critique or suggest. I just really appreciated the way it is conveyed. And I keep wondering if Mamona wasn’t supposed to be Mammon (it would be funny if she mistook a name for a deity/demon of coinage and wealth for a plant, specially considering it could be hinted at it in the affinity of the mage for metal)… Anyway, great tale!

  33. Beelzebubble Avatar
    Beelzebubble

    Under The Book Jacket Are Lies
    By Kirk Putnam

    I stared down at the slip of paper in my hand. Scribbled on it is the name of some random architect as part of my professor’s crazy assignment. Everyone else got famous names but I’d never heard of this guy and apparently neither had the internet. After search engines failed me, then book stores, I turned to libraries. After trying every library I could find online, I stumble across a squat non-descript building declaring itself ‘Library’. Simply that, ‘Library’. It wasn’t showing up on my search results, but I was desperate and it was here.

    The doors opened and I suddenly felt underdressed. The place is spotless, vast, mostly empty, and the smattering of librarians and patrons busying themselves were all dressed in custom-tailored suits and dresses. I tugged at my corduroy jacket and made sure to wipe my shoes extra hard on the welcome mat.

    I got a few looks of confusion from the shockingly attractive staff but refused eye contact as I slumped my way through the massive interior. I wonder if it just felt big because they only had 5 bookshelves evenly spaced across the wide area. It looked like they converted a hangar, trucked in a few books, and said “yeah, that’s enough.” No wonder this didn’t show up on my search.

    I ducked my head down and shuffled over to the section labeled ‘Architecture.’ Just as I’m about to give up the frantic and uncomfortable search through the dozen or so books on architecture, BOOM, I found it.

    A quick double-check that it’s the right name and I grab the book to get out as soon as I can. The book, apparently, refused. I turn back to see it’s attached to the shelf by a hinge. I pull again and hear a painfully ominous click. The click was instantly followed by the sound of rushing wind as I was sucked down a hole in the ground where the floor, which once held my feet, used to be. As I slide down a vacuum tube into darkness, I regretted ever applying for the architecture program.

    1. Not sure what kind of Library this person has stumbled into. There is some pretty cool stuff you’ve got in here when it comes to word choices and descriptions, however, there are a few word-choices that might benefit from some extra knowledge/research in the area. When it comes to formal-wear for example, custom-tailored suits are nice, Bespoke suits are corporate takeover levels of fancy!

  34. Samuel Gallew Avatar
    Samuel Gallew

    Title: “The Library of Secrets”

    Author: Samuel Gallew

    “Are you sure this is going to work?” Vasha asked, holding a frost spell against the heavy metal door.

    Jake smiled. “Yeah, totally! I’ve seen it done in a movie.”

    “You know I don’t like it when you say that.”

    “Yup, I know. Just keep going.”

    With a creak and loud snap of metal, the door split open like a piece of popcorn, except it didn’t quite spill out as far.

    “See?” Jake boasted. “I know what I’m doing.”

    Vasha melted the ice and magically jaunted the two of them into the room they had been looking for. A towering room of books, scrolls and ladders. And while Jake started searching the selections, Vasha just stood there, taking it in.

    “I never thought I’d see such a grand library.” she commented.

    “As far as grand libraries go,” Jake replied, “this is about average. Maybe a little old.”

    “How can a library be even more grand than this?”

    “When millions of authors have published their books there,” he picked out a book he figured might have the answer they came for. “Though you can’t really beat a virtual library. Those things could hold so many books, it’s insane.”

    Vasha started to join him, quickly skimming through titles like she knew exactly what each one contained. “Maybe one day you’ll have to show me one of these libraries.”

    “If you end up in my world somehow, I’ll have to show you so much more than that.” he opened the book he found and quickly scanned through it before he hurled it across the room. “Gosh dangit!”

    Vasha watched in horror as the book landed, partially open. “What’s wrong with that one?.”

    “Do you have any magic that can help me unsee something? It’s a very ‘detailed’ anatomy documentation.”

    “No, but I have a stack of books here if you want to get started.”

    “I’d love to. But also, why is everyone obsessed with that kind of thing.”

    “I have no idea. You just learn what to avoid around here.”

    “The more things change, the more they stay the same.”

  35. OcculticZ Avatar
    OcculticZ

    Hoard of Knowledge
    By Occultic;Z

    Many people had described this place to me before, but only now I was here could I truly make any sense of it. Of course, their descriptions were a part of a fairy tale. Something entirely fictional. At least, that’s what I thought.

    The furniture is of a wooden splintering kind. Shelves hold up heavy tombs that bow, and cupboards present wrapped-up scrolls from many years ago. Even the glass counter I hunch over contains several forms of literature.

    “Have you made your decision yet?” The hoarse, slithering voice asks me. It comes from the creature I bargain with though I do not know its form. All I can gather is the mountainous hunch that rises from its back and the sharp nose that points from under its hood. There was a moment I thought I had seen a fleshy tail, but I’m sure that was just the heat playing tricks. Gods, it’s warm in here.

    “I-” I’m nervous. My arms shake from the tension as I stand above the piece of parchment this proprietor has presented me. I look down at the shifting words it holds and then back to the tomb that I have chosen. I have been promised it will solve all of my issues.

    A bead of sweat runs down my nose. I do not know which has caused it, the heat or the anxiety.

    I gulp.

    “I’ll do it.”

    “Good.” The creature lifts its hand, and a quill appears in my own. I can feel the ink boil at the end. “You know by now how this contract works. Membership grants you access to all tombs, scrolls, and knowledge we hold that others would class as… forbidden. Any texts that you do read will be monitored. Is that clear?”

    “Yes,” I answer, another bead running down me.

    I sign my name across the bottom. As ink makes contact with the parchment, the smell of burning singes my nose.

    “Thank you for your business. And remember- no harm or punishment will come to you or your soul, so long as your returns aren’t late.”

    1. Iosef Paramonov Avatar
      Iosef Paramonov

      Sign my soul away for membership of a forbidden library? Count me in! Although I’d probably end up suffering eternal pain for late fees…

      Very descriptive and I love the humor – demonic creature acting as a regular librarian is certainly an interesting twist. If you get a chance, you should expand on the story, it sounds like an interesting premise.

    2. I love that the pursuit of knowledge literally puts your protagonist’s soul in peril. Well. Potentially so.

      The truth may come out, but at what cost?

      Besides the results of the truth coming out, of course. I get the feeling your protagonist is just starting their adventure at this point. May the prompts see more of them as time goes by.

    3. As has already been said, this story is such a tease in the best way. You describe everything so well and it just makes you want to know more because the questions it makes you ask are really interesting. And I absolutely love the idea that this library at least seems on the surface to have pretty straight forward rules, but there’s that sinister undertone that makes you not quite sure.

      Or maybe it’s completely on the level and it’s the protagonist that might end up trying to bend the system. Either way it all comes across as a great intro into a world I just want to know more about.

      Great take on the prompt!

  36. What dwelves inside?
    by Spawn of Faust

    Rows upon rows of books were stretching in front of me. No catalogue, no index, no librarian in sight. Just infinite shelves spreading through just as endless room. I caressed the spine of the first book and read the title: History of Richard Edington.

    Not the book I was searching for. I moved through the library – book by book, title by title.

    Finally my eyes landed on the leatherbound volume. Book had my name written on it. I slowly removed the book from the shelf. The paper was screeching and protesting after the years of just laying there tucked among other books.

    Layer of dust fell from the cover and spread through still air and entered into my lungs. Coughing fit interrupted the silence of the library.

    Light dimmed and a strange hollow sound filled the room once again. Whispers of darkness unveiled from now an open book.

    I clasped the book shut and buried it deep into the hungry shelves. Light slowly returned into the room and silence fell upon the library. Only sound that could be heard emanated from my rapidly beating heart.

    That book was not meant for me.

    Tap. Tap. Tap.

    Through the empty library reverberated tiny steps shuffling on the floor. Titles on the spines were mangling, twisting, changing places. Heavy thud could be heard as the bookshelf sealed my way out. Library turned into a labyrinth. Creatures were starting to emerge from depth underneath the bookshelves. Dark and Light, mangled, dangerous monsters filled the walls of the labyrinth.

    Single door opened in front of me and I lurched through. Deep into the dark abyss.

    —-

    I opened my eyes in the small cosy room. I smiled at the man in front of me.

    “Do not worry. I can guarantee that your secrets are yours and yours alone. Safe from any intruder.” I said to my client as I wrote the bill.

  37. Reinkarnitor Avatar
    Reinkarnitor

    Cogitos Tower

    by Reinkarnitor

    The room they were in was truly incomprehensible. It was a narrow tower, more than three humans would not have fit into the space. The entirety of the round walls consisted of shelves, which were filled with books, rolls of paper and other written documents. The most significant thing though was that you could not see the top…or the bottom as a matter of fact. The seemed to go on infinitely into both directions.

    “How long is this going to take?”, Omnix asked after they flew upwards for a few minutes.

    “Everything that ever happened in every dimension that ever existed is taking up a lot of space. Be a bit more patient”, the being answered.

    Omnix sighted. He knew that this library was exactly what Cogito claimed. Collecting everything that ever occurred and then sending it into the minds of others in other dimensions as ideas for stories. That’s the never-ending job the muse known as Cogito. Omnix met him completely on accident and kept visiting him from time to time ever since.

    “Here we are. Shelf seven hundred three thousand six hundred and nine”, Cogito exclaimed. “You are free to look for whatever you want to know. Just please…don’t drop anything…” Omnix nodded and thanked him, and the muse disappeared downstairs.

    It felt like ages but finally Omnix found what he came looking for and made his way back. After a long downwards flight he finally reached the only door, which lead to a small office. Books lied around everywhere and Cogito himself sat behind a massive desk.

    “So…finished?”, he asked and Omnix confirmed, at which the muse flew another door with a huge lever. Upon pulling it, the sign atop the door began spinning until it stopped at the same number of the shelf, which Omnix was searching for earlier.

    “I trust that I see you again soon?”

    “Definitely”, Omnix promised and his eyes glowed friendly. With that he left Cogitos tower. Upon looking back, he waved one last time, then the door which seemed to float in the air, disappeared, back into infinity.

    1. I must say that i truly love the idea of Akashic records used as giant story board for authors across multiverse. And truly have a real life muse shuffling through all that information is really hillarious. I love yourtake on this prompt and hope to see more in close future.

  38. Mind Palace (Darkspell Universe)
    By Alex Nightingale (aka Spectre)

    Anyone who thought that extracting information from another person’s mind was easy, had clearly never attempted it. Though, if Valerie was honest, it was less the extraction that was challenging and more the locating of the desired information. Granted, her method of invading a person’s innermost thoughts and secrets wasn’t the cleanest, but she couldn’t imagine mediums and telepaths had it any easier.

    Dream walking was a messy business at the best of times. Dreams were among the most chaotic facets within a human mind and the layout of this leviathan of a library proved that. There were no staircases, instead there were just floating bricks, which you had to pray, floated by in just the right way at just the right time.

    “Why don’t people clean up their heads,” Valerie thought.

    Years of beating her siblings at platformers couldn’t prepare her for this. Not least because in video games, the infinite abyss on the bottom of the screen didn’t actually swallow the player.

    What was more, people had this tendency to think almost exclusively in images and sensations. Memories weren’t some cleanly labelled files, organized in folders. They were a chaotic mess of happy memories, sad memories, disgusting memories and core memories of a turtle named Graham biting bits off a watermelon slice and chewing slowly.

    She supposed she should consider herself lucky that there was at least some kind of system of organization in this swirling tornado of sensations. She tried to latch onto a thread that felt ‘secretive’. Something that nobody was meant to know.

    She grabbed hold of it and prayed to the Sleeping that she wasn’t about to get a look at this person’s browser history. She let the thread pull her up, past happy turtles and sad moments at science fairs, before landing on something solid.

    The images she saw told her everything she needed. Crates being smuggled onto a ship in the dead of night. She grinned, as she saw the name of the ship and the dock number it was laying at.

    “Time to dream of your past,” she whispered.

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

      Yay, more Valerie!!

      This is a very neat take on the prompt–seeking out the secrets in people’s dreams. Before we’ve seen Valerie use her powers, but never really for an actual job–which this seems to be. It definitely makes sense her powers would come in handy for like detective work and stuff.

      “Anyone who thought that extracting information from another person’s mind was easy, had clearly never attempted it.”
      –Amazing first line XD

      “she couldn’t imagine mediums and telepaths had it any easier.”
      –Very interesting to think about these beings having true power in your world, and doing the same thing as her, just with different methods.

      “Years of beating her siblings at platformers couldn’t prepare her for this. Not least because in video games, the infinite abyss on the bottom of the screen didn’t actually swallow the player.”
      –This is such a cool comparison. It is really vivid and helps put my mind in the story. I especially love that second sentence. It is a really great way to set up the stakes.
      Also, this sounds *really* hard. Hopping on tiny bricks, and if you miss one you’ll genuinely die? …Glad I’m not in Valerie’s position.

      “What was more, people had this tendency to think almost exclusively in images and sensations. Memories weren’t some cleanly labelled files, organized in folders. They were a chaotic mess of happy memories, sad memories, disgusting memories and core memories of a turtle named Graham biting bits off a watermelon slice and chewing slowly.”
      –The beginning of this paragraph feels really true to life, and interesting. And then I love the list it goes into, especially because it ends on that turtle image. I always love when a list is “generic, generic, specific.” And this specific thing is so delightful, it really makes me smile and chuckle. I also love the specificity…of the specific thing XD That it’s not just a turtle, it’s a turtle named Graham. And he’s not just biting something, it’s watermelon, and he’s chewing slowly. Just wonderful.

      “She grabbed hold of it and prayed to the Sleeping that she wasn’t about to get a look at this person’s browser history.”
      –Incredible XD
      Also, “the Sleeping”?

      “She let the thread pull her up, past happy turtles and sad moments at science fairs, before landing on something solid.”
      –Again, a really neat specific detail with the science fairs too. And I love the cadence of this, I really feel like I’m flowing up something upon the words

      I’m of the mind that specific details really make a story richer, and that comedy is also in the details, and this story is full of them, and I definitely think it’s both richer and funnier for it.

      I also like the image of the secret being a thread to follow, something the person seems to be trying to hide. That feels true to real life too.

      I’m really curious what this secret is, why these smuggled crates are important…

      Lovely work!!

  39. Dumb Secret.

    by Galer.

    “So why don’t you want to tell me about what exactly happened in your house last month?” Natalia asked his friend, George who needed to crouch not only because of his size but also because his horns could hit the ceiling “when I asked, you suddenly shut down the phone”

    “…..I am not exactly proud of that you know?” He said, with his voice reverberating across the room” Look I took a challenge and it was a stupid decision”

    “Meh, I bet it is not so bad,” she said while levitating above the ground slightly, clearly just showing off “now if you could tell me what happened? look I am not going to tell anyone ok”

    The red oni with his arms crossed took a deep breath and lets out a sight as he hoped he didn’t regret this later.

    thought last time Jeorge Fubuki remembered Natalia Santiago wasn’t a Psycopom that would babble, secrets to anybody, especially other people.

    That being said, if the secret was especially embarrassing….she wouldn’t tell any soul but she will remind you of it in private moments just to get a rise out of you.

    “Ok they challenged me to drink a mixed juice of all the things I didn’t like,” the Oni said more than a little bit embarrassed because of what his pride had got him into ” what they forgot to tell me, is that It also was full of Hot chili pepper ”

    “And given how you aren’t good at handling spicy things you exaggerated as usual” Natalia interjected, ” let me guess you got naked and threw water over yourself also to get rid of the heat?”

    The oni gave her a deadpan expression, however, the psychopomp just had a smile going from ear to ear.

    In that instant, George knew she would bring this up every once in a while just to bother him when the two were alone.

    Great. He regretted this already.

    1. Jacob Guillerey Avatar
      Jacob Guillerey

      Sorry, If you don’t like the grammar police, you might hate this comment.
      Small nitpicks I noticed :

      First paragraph : “went I asked”
      Did you mean when ?

      Second paragraph :
      “he said with his voice reverberating” maybe changing the with into a coma could be nice ? “he said, his voice reverberating”

      fourth paragraph :
      ” takes a deep breath and lets out a sight he hoped he… ”
      If I am not mistaken there are a few grammar and conjugaison mistakes in this line, This is how i would correct it :
      “took a deep breath and let out a sigh as he hoped he….”

      Paragraph five :
      I didn’t understand the phrase, But i suppose you meant that the horned character dosn’t think that the levitating one dosn’t babble around sharing other people’s secrets.

      Paragraph six :
      “if the secret was” or “if the secrets were”
      “but she would”

      Paragraph seven :
      “they challenged me”

      Another small nitpick that came up quite often : your ” to start a dialogue are not linked to the right word, it shoud be straight against the first word of the dialogue.
      Also not 100% about this one, but I do believe you should go
      to the next line when you make a dialogue, like you did at the start of the second paragraph.

      To end on a good note however, I loved the idea that the library of secrets is an individual and not a place !

      1. I meant, there wasn’t any hard rule against turning that into a person.

        1. Jacob Guillerey Avatar
          Jacob Guillerey

          Absolutly !

  40. The Weight of Hidden Knowledge [A Tiefling Tale AU (Spitebane’s Quest?)]
    C. M. Weller

    The key felt heavier than it should have been. Perhaps it was weighed down with what it guarded. The secrets of every ass who filled the Blood Throne. Spitebane, still wearing black in honour of his departed father, had to use it. He had to see what secrets his father kept.

    Because Spitebane could not light the Blood Throne. Not as the Earl, but as the heir. Spitebane knew that his late Uncle Purity had sired a large number of by-blows and therefore invited every Fitzwyte and Shaydden of age to light the chair. All turned the light of the stone white.

    Now it had come to this.

    A heavy key. A door to a chamber he had never entered.

    It was a small room. Dim, because the weight of the knowledge within trapped the light. Or shunned it. Spitebane couldn’t tell. Every book was named on the spine by the Earl who penned it. Dating all the way back to the first Demon Lord of Whitekeep.

    Papa had said the Demon Lords were just a legend. Those volumes looked too old to be the product of artifice. Spitebane might be permitted to examine them in depth, later. What he needed was the volume left open on the small, plain, writing desk in the middle of the room.

    The last entry was dated on the day that the Earl’s illness turned towards an inevitability.

    “I must lie to my beloved son. I cannot permit the odious truth to leave my lips.”

    Spitebane turned the pages backwards. There were sins there. Almost normal sins for a man who wore a crown.

    Further back, there were loose pages that should have been in the Earldom’s records.

    A travel budget. Copies of letters written in Zemnian. And a birth certificate.

    A birth certificate for Kormwind Arachis Felbourne Whitekeep, ninth of the name. In addition to the usual information, the attendant’s hand had written, “Born a Tiefling.”

    He had a brother. An older brother.

    He had a brother who was a Demon Lord. Rightwise leader of the realm.

    Now he had to find him.

    1. OcculticZ Avatar
      OcculticZ

      I’ve always found it fascinating how much lies and secrets are associated with death. It seems that when some die with a person, others are free to be opened up with their guardians now gone. You’ve taken that idea and put it to the tenses place it probably could go C.M.
      The idea of finding a new successor to any role is an incredibly tense discovery, and I think leaving it to the audience to decide how the characters might react to that is an excellent form of storytelling!

      1. Spitebane’s dealing with several alarming things at once, I think. He’ll freak out about things one at a time.

        The good take-away about this alternate reality is that they don’t have to deal with Valiant.

    2. Tamela Redfin Avatar
      Tamela Redfin

      Great job as always! The feeling of the hidden brother feels like a nice dark secret. Can’t wait to see what happens when they find him.

      1. Alas, it’s all down to where the prompts take me. I’m already working on an epic novel in the main storyline,

    3. Oh, okay. This says AU but can we please explore this later? This sounds like a great story in and of itself. Just call it “Spirebane’s Quest AU” in the future.

      But I love the idea that perhaps the only difference here is that Valiant somehow managed to keep Kosh a secret for so long…? Was Spitebane born later?

      I also love that the “Zemnian” joke has more or less become canon at this point.

      I guess it’s good that some people can’t even take their secrets to the grave in the end, by writing it down. (I actually wrote a whole thing in a diary format and compromised that the reason the MC was writing all this down was because she wanted to be able to come back and reread her thoughts about things later.) Maybe Valiant left it so that people could know the truth after he died.

      1. There’s six years between Kosh’s birth and Spitebane’s, so Valiant had oodles of time to expunge records and cover up Kosh’s existence. Even in the canonical adventures, Kosh has to re-introduce himself to his baby brother.

        [And speaking of Canon, I have altered things further in the professional version. It’s Teutonn, not Zemnian :P]

        There are some truths best put down by the person keeping them, and that’s why Nobles have secret libraries of their problematic deeds. So THEIR version of the truth is on a record, somewhere.

    4. Jacob Guillerey Avatar
      Jacob Guillerey

      Lovely text as it has been every time i’ve read one of yours.

      Loved the “walking” progression of the discoveries, you really feel like you are walking alongside spitebane as he enters the locked room.

      If I have a small nitpick it would be that in the first two paragraphs you use “spitebane” a bit too close to one another (most importantly at the start of the second paragraph). Other than that, I loved it from start to end.

      1. Yeah, I had to do that because I mentioned the Earl as well. Clarity etc etc. Glad you enjoyed.

    5. robertoface Avatar
      robertoface

      This rather feels like it requires familiarity with previous submissions/works (rule 2e?) but not necessarily in a way that hampers my understanding of what this is about. It feels like this library (archive? vault? repository?) could have had more exploration, but the resolution concerned one particular revelation within one specific book, and that comes out with a sharp clarity. Wonderfully crafted, good job!

      1. I do try to keep the necessity of looking up older works down. Most things are kind-of-explained in text and if not plainly, then conclusions can be gleaned from what’s there.

        Word limits are a bane to us all.

        [I kind’a feel my work lacks whenever I didn’t vote for the prompt. Maybe it shows more in here than in most]

    6. Calliope Rannis Avatar
      Calliope Rannis

      Oooh, another AU I see! And one where good old Spitebane gets the spotlight this time, it seems. I wonder, since he used to be kinda a big old asshole in canon before Kosh knocked some sense/morals into him, but this timeline is clearly a lot more not-going-his-way than his canon pre-Kosh past was – has he learnt some of the being-a-better-person stuff himself already, just because of the reality check he got from his failed ability to light the throne and all?

      Though it is hard to tell, because (probably partially due to wordcount) we don’t get to see this Spitebane’s emotional reaction to finding out he has a brother, and a tiefling at that. It could be all over the emotional spectrum for all I know, all that is certain is his drive and purpose in making sure he brings his brother the heck back, to stop the kingdom’s continuing humilliation if nothing else. Still an intriguing version of the story to consider for sure! 😀

      Great work Internutter! ^w^

      1. Word counts are a bane to us all ^_^

        Spitebane very likely expected to reign in glory and then got heavy judgement from the Blood Throne. A very big “LOL nope!” smack in the face for the lad. He had to learn humility FAST.

        Especially with the parade of near-identical Tieflings trying the big chair. I reckon an even third of them would refer to him as “Cousin” in public.

        At least he’s a bit more prepared for meeting Kosh.

    7. Arith_Winterfell Avatar
      Arith_Winterfell

      This was an interesting story as Spitebane explores family secrets hidden away in that room. I had to wonder, why would all the predecessors would keep all their dirty secrets all gathered in one place? Second, I was a bit confused, but is Valiant dead in this alternate universe, cause that was the impression I was getting from the story. It is interesting to see a universe where Spitebane feels he must now go on a quest to find his long lost / hidden brother. An interesting exploration in an alternate setting idea. It would be really neat to see more from this alternate universe about Spitebane’s quest and the results it causes politically and emotionally among the characters.

      1. Valiant is dead in this AU. He died of rage at someone doing something he didn’t like XD

        The lessons of history include the mistakes a ruler may have made. It’s not great to have those mistakes out in the open, to the Earls keep their secrets in a special archive.

        If only for the education of future generations.

        As for the rest of this story, that depends on where the prompts take us.

  41. Jacob Rutledge Avatar
    Jacob Rutledge

    He went to toil in the garden with his brother as his father was surely boarding the barge to make a delivery of spices to the Terunian Kingdom. After many hours of silent labor, the sun had fallen in the sky and the moon offered a piece of soliloquy through its moon beams. Ano’s dreams poured over the soil that he and his brother worked. The signaling of the moon had illuminated a peace of quartz recently upturned by the morning’s tilling.

    “Ano,” Doren’s young voice chimed in, “Are you really going to scale the mountains?” He said picking up the piece of quartz, “What if you don’t come back?”

    “How happy are we here? Enslaved by by boredom and our Father’s will. I can’t learn the ways of the wise men, and you shouldn’t be content to tend to these lands that will surely double when Father returns from this trade. If you don’t want to come with me then at least do not hinder me. We are young but one day something will happen to you, my dear brother, and you will look up the stars and wonder.

    The lighthouses will guide me back home as the moon guides me to my destiny. I want to speak with our Gods. I want to be certain of my place and by the Gods of Polaris I shall find out!” Doren ripped a length off of his own shirt and wrapped it around the fist sized quartz as a crude necklace. “Take this, I hope it will remind you to come home…” Ano accepted the gift from his brother and gave him in return, his birth pendant that was a customary gift for all Karak-kulians to receive at birth. “I hope this reminds you to keep a plate for me at the dinner table. All my doubt, I will leave here. I know I will come back.”

    The boys became lost in their conservation and hardly noticed their fair haired mother Thanna approaching them with a sword in hand.

    “Doren, please go to bed. You have said your goodbyes.” After a brief protest the young boy yielded and hugged his brother farewell. Thanna with the grace of a maiden of a bare footed maiden put a hand on young Ano’s shoulder.

    “When you were a boy, don’t you remember how often you would try to stow away in the crates to follow your Father? Remember the thrashing you caught when you nearly finally did hide out in a crate and sneezed revealing yourself? I knew your Father would never send you to school. I knew you would never stay here on our small farm either. And I know when your Father purchases more land you will heart will shrink.

    This sword was used by your Grandfather in the only war our little Kingdom has ever fought. I want you to have it. I cannot bless you on this journey nor can I stop you. Your heart is an adventurous one. You will leave your brother here and should you perish I want your soul to speak to me a goodbye through the winds. I knew in my heart that this day would come, and now I permit it but if I leave you this sword and a meager sack of provisions I can at the very least know I aided your survival. Return with the sword and accept whatever punishment your Father will surely have in store.”

    Ano accepted the kiss his Mother planted on his for head and bid her a teary eyed, “Good by!” He looked over at the peaks of the mountains and began took his first step towards eternity.

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

      This is some nice writing. I get the sense you care about your characters. The piece feels like it is the beginning of something a lot larger. You’ve made use of a lot of classic fantasy concepts, which is neat – they are classic for a reason after all. I have a few suggestions:

      – I was looking for something that would signal the piece as distinctively yours. I liked your ‘soliloquy of the moon’. Style counts for a lot! But what I felt was missing was something distinctive that would hint to the reader that the world that Ano was about to explore would also be exciting for them (the reader) to explore. Something that marked it out as uniquely yours…

      – I don’t know how people feel in the group about writing to the prompt and sticking to word count. I guess the mods will have stronger opinions on this than I would. I do tend to try to write to the prompt where possible or refer to it somehow. And I also try to stay within the word count. I treat these as, kind of like puzzles, or a small quest for my writing. But… I do also feel that doing some writing is better than not doing writing.

      – Lastly, a quick word on drafting. I feel you want to write your first draft in as close to a flow state as you can. Let it pour outta ya! What I tend to do when I’ve finished a piece – a story or chapter or whatever, is leave it to one side for a day, or two. Then return to it and reread it. Reread it aloud to yourself – I find this helps a lot! You’ll be amazed what you’ll find; the changes you’ll get to make. A second draft can help you and the reader a lot and often means your piece will have a much better impact.

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

      Hello! I just wanted to briefly inform you that your story is currently not eligible to be read on the stream. This is because it is over the word limit, and is also missing a title and author at the beginning. If you would like to be read on the stream, please take a moment to read through the rules and amend your story to follow them.

      Thanks for submitting!!

  42. TeaDrinker Avatar
    TeaDrinker

    The adventurer left the campsite, knowing it would be the last one he would see for miles. He was confident in himself, a newly forged blade in hand along with some fresh armor and two torches to provide light as he entered darker sections of the approaching caverns, there was no way he wouldn’t reach the hidden Archive ahead, one that held all the world’s knowledge. However, there was one thing he hadn’t anticipated, a cave-in. When rumbling was heard overhead he rushed into a smaller crevasse off the path. The smaller trails were typically used as shortcuts for travelers such as himself and were not well maintained, this was a prime example of that. Being far from any civilization, he decided it was time to search for a way out. Just beside him was a small crack with the sound of flowing water. He knew it was a basic fact, never try to dig your way through caves without knowing what’s on the other side, but he had no choice. Thankfully, his efforts were fruitful and an exit was made. The hole led to a new place, one he had never seen before on maps. Hopping this would take him to his destination he jumped down to find a large river of water dotted with vegetation, something strange to find at these depths. He followed the water downhill to search for its endpoint but soon realized that the ground had grown soft. He then remembered something he read about in a book long ago, about a type of plant that would weaken stone floors near sources of water and drown its prey once it stepped off solid ground, but by the time he realized this, it was too late. Before he could blink the ground collapsed beneath him and vines surrounded his legs. He reached for his blade but his arms were now bound as well. He let go of his breath and began to fade. Second by second his vision grew weary until he fell asleep for one last time.

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

      Hello! Your story is lovely, but I just wanted to quickly inform you that it is currently not eligible because it is not formatted correctly!

      If you would like your story to be read on the stream, please take a moment to edit it to format it correctly.

      Make sure you start with:

      Title
      By Author Name

      And separate it into multiple paragraphs by indenting twice on each one!

      Thank you so much for submitting!!

  43. Tamela Redfin Avatar
    Tamela Redfin

    Tales and Mysteries (tale of Sapphira)
    By Tamela Redfin

    After weeks of travel, we found an abandoned library. Or that’s what we thought.

    The library looked like it had been through the wringer. Books were everywhere and computers were broken too.

    I looked at my daughters. “Stay by me and if anyone asks, I’m your older sister.”

    “Ma-ma…” Garneta began.

    “No, I’m sister,” I corrected her.

    Mica held Aquamarine’s hand and we walked around.

    “Sapphira! Mica! We found someone!” Cameron called out.

    I then saw a pale grey child with dark blue eyes, about fifteen. He was looking at a sketchbook in his arms.

    “Who are you?” Cecilia asked.

    “A-according my notes, my name is Manganese Jeremy.” He held his head, as if in pain. “I don’t know anything else. W-who are you?”

    “We’re part of Grey Rose. I’m Cecilia, this is my boyfriend, Cameron and this is my cousin, Sapphira and her boyfriend, Mica.”

    “And these are my little sisters, Garneta and Aquamarine.” I added. “What’s the last thing you remember?”

    “Getting cut. The other kids didn’t like me. But then… the weird thing is, it healed right away. I’ve never seen anyone do that. I think I went here to clear my mind, and then the bookshelf fell? Maybe?”

    “Yikes! So, you don’t remember anything then?” I asked and he nodded.

    “Let’s get you some help,” Cameron said, helping Jeremy off the ground.

    “Wait, can I trust you?” Jeremy asked.

    I froze, but little Garneta nodded.

    Jeremy laughed. “I guess that’s an answer.”

    What a smart daughter I have, I thought. But who was Jeremy and something about him felt familiar. What was it? I’d never seen him before in my life. Had I?

    Reagan spotted me. “There you are, Sapphira! Why must my daughter be…” She paused to look at Jeremy. “Ugh, get that thing away from me! It looks unhealthy as sin and vaguely looks like me when I’m ill.”

    It then clicked.

    1. Very interesting story. The library is not the focused but serves well as the setting for the events to take place. There is also a great mystery and chilling element, which indicates there is much more to these characters and place. We quickly want to read more of it.

      Good work !

    2. “It looks like me when I’m ill” is one for @rareinsults lol

      Weird that a bookcase just fell on him. Maybe it was pushed? Or he lied.

      1. Tamela Redfin Avatar
        Tamela Redfin

        Haha, yes it is.

        I think he did get knocked out, but he doesn’t know what caused it.

    3. Jacob Guillerey Avatar
      Jacob Guillerey

      The Story is good, but I feel it was rushed. I do believe it was due to the wordcount, but I wonder if you couldn’t have cut a bit of the daughters/sisters part of it to take a few more words to describe the environment or anything in general.

      I still liked it though, it felt like a really good concept, and a bit of abuse is always fun ! Wait, don’t take that out of context please x)

    4. Petition to throw Reagan at Augen and then stand well back. They deserve each other.

      Meanwhile, Jeremy finds himself in a found family speedrun with the Grey Rose. I’m already cheering for that 😀

      I have to wonder why people ask, “Can I trust you?” It’s an easy way to be deceived by someone with specific motivation. Heck, you could have a whole plot based on it if you want to.

      ::scatters ideas like rose petals in the immediate area::

  44. The Eye in the Sky (The Will)
    By Skeleton (Edited by MelodyLuna7)

    Although the winds below Elysius—the Forbearer installation hanging above the clouds—were too rough for any avonis to traverse, the air around the levitating buildings was calm. The gentle breeze drifted around the rusting capsules and their traversal veins, and flowed into structures that let out an angelic song that pierced the glass helm and echoed into Remianna’s ears. If not for the pained groaning of the metal plates beneath her feet, the dragoness would have thought she had entered another world altogether.

    Remianna crept up to the edge of the traversing platform and looked down towards the golden clouds, a tugging sensation in her stomach urging her to jump. It was the weakness in her legs that pushed her back, but even the fear of death could not stem the sheer excitement rattling in her bones.

    How?

    It was the only question that ran through her mind, skewering all concerns for safety. How did the Forebearers forge such large structures of metal? How large did the forges have to be? How long did it take to build? How were these capsules kept afloat? How did the device in her claw attach to the traversal veins? How was she carried along them until the end, where she was promptly thrown on the next platform? How had she been the first person to experience this since the Forebearers?

    The giddy smile on her snout softened when her eyes caught the moon hanging in the sky with her. She was so high up that in this forbidden altitude, the moon mingled in the same sky as the sun. If not for her oxygen supply, the sight would have literally taken her breath away.

    She was close now—closer to the solution than she had ever been before. She had made it to the unreachable—a place full of knowledge lost behind the mountain of evidence left behind. Now she just needed to find the building that held the corridor to the moon.

    As blue, fluorescent lamps lit her way in the sun’s stead, Remianna wondered how much time she had left.

    1. Jacob Guillerey Avatar
      Jacob Guillerey

      A floating library build by misterious forbearers and discovered by a furry. Lovely.

      On a more sincere note, I loved the text, It read very fluidly, and I loved the sense of wonder you shared through the text. (I have a hard time doing that myself)

      I have one very small nitpick,
      How do you smile with a snout ? isn’t the snout the nose ? Or has my knowledge of english been having a snout sized hole in it ? Or it may be to signal that the character has a snout wich is a peculiar decision.

      Anyways, great text and loved it !

      1. Jacob Guillerey Avatar
        Jacob Guillerey

        Also I didn’t add that i liked the fact that the library itself was a secret.

  45. Master of Daavas Avatar
    Master of Daavas

    THE NEXUS LIBRARY
    BY MASTER OF DAAVAS

    Within the Nexus Library of Daavas. There are seemingly endless rows and rows of bookshelves. Ancient scrolls from before the Rise of the Old Empires, books penned after the Chaos War, and the rise of Thanatos.

    Tended by seemingly immortal librarians, the ancient knowledge of Daavas is protected, so that the worst should happen. That at the very least, there could be a chance to rebuild after the smoke cleared. However, since the Sundering. It has been almost impossible to locate this ancient repository of knowledge. Only a few have ever been able to find an entrance to the library. Often times only realized that the library found an ancient recipe for some half-forgotten dish. Was within the library that Ordfentris, the god of order himself created. And unable to get back inside.

    The librarians offer their knowledge freely to those who desire to use it for good… but there is one area, that they guard with unprecedented ferocity. To even ask of the Anathema Section, an area of the Nexus Library set aside by the All-Mother Elv-A’dan herself, is to invite venomous glares that can send shivers up the spine. Within the Anathema Section. Contains dangerous knowledge. Rumored to be able to drive mortals insane, and unsettle gods.

    Very few have ever tried to seek out the Anathem Section. And for good reason, as more often than not. The librarians threw the offending adventurer out of the Nexus Library with a booming, ‘AND STAY OUT!’. And any other reading materials were taken away.

    This was the norm… until one day. A hero of prophecy had need of the forbidden knowledge from within.

    1. Do the books unsettle the gods because they detail something else that created them? Do they talk about how the universe will eventually end, and even the gods will cease to be?

      Or maybe it’s just a spell or trick to kill things that aren’t otherwise able to be killed.

      Anyway. I wanted to point out that your formatting at the top means the bot will count your title against your word count. Just removing the first line (and following space) will solve that problem.

      1. Master of Daavas Avatar
        Master of Daavas

        Did I change it?

        1. Yes.

          1. Master of Daavas Avatar
            Master of Daavas

            Good. As for what would unsettle gods… it’s about the same things that would drive mortals insane.

    2. Charlie Ford Avatar
      Charlie Ford

      This story is well written and really makes you ask questions. Who is the hero? What are the books about? And how can this information be so dangerous that even the gods become unsettled? I love the way it is written because it makes people ask questions and come up with answers for themselves. Keep writing!

  46. Third Time’s The Charm
    By Marx

    Matt’s eyes widened as he reached for the sword only to have Norah slap his hand away.

    “No,” she said, smirking. “You do not touch that one.”

    Matt frowned but knowing that Norah was blessed/cursed with all knowledge of the past and present, he had little choice but to give her the benefit of the doubt. “Why not?”

    Norah smiled warmly and gave Matt a better look at the dragon-shaped handle herself. “Because this is the Draconis, also known as the dragon blade.”

    “Clearly.” Matt chuckled.

    “I forged it to greatly multiply the power of its user.”

    “…ah…”

    “Yes. Were it to even try and multiply YOUR power, it would shatter into a million pieces.”

    “I didn’t know you made weapons.”

    Norah sighed. “Doing so was foolish. Giving humanity weapons only leads to ruin. I thought I could subvert that by making it so only one who believes in their heart to be right could wield the blade. Another foolish choice.”

    Matt winced, seeing how that could go horribly wrong. He was surprised when Norah tossed him another sword. It was equally as detailed, only its handle resembled angel wings.

    “So, I forged the Caliburn. A sword as powerful as the Draconis, but could only be wielded by the pure of heart.”

    Matt was still marveling at its construction when he realized that Norah had allowed him to hold this one, which meant- “Hey!”

    “You are a good person. Your heart is always in the right place but you are far from ‘pure’.”

    Matt playfully scowled back but took no offense. “So did it work?”

    Norah attacked slowly with her blade, giving Matt plenty of time to deflect it. “What happens when one pure of heart goes against one sure that they’re right with the same level of power?”

    “…Nothing good.”

    “Correct. So, I made one final blade. More powerful than both. This one to be wielded by not only the pure of heart, but one with the conviction to protect others with that power.”

    “What was that one called?”

    Norah pointed to the sword. “I named it… Excalibur.”

    1. OcculticZ Avatar
      OcculticZ

      I love the idea of artefacts that have certain requirements. Not only are they good additions to stories and great world-building they also set themselves up as a form of goal for character arcs. Will the character meet the requirements for one item? Or will they bypass any warning given to them against wielding another? Both character progression and regression can be land marked by these, and when they are, the moments are truly chilling for the reader. A great piece!

      1. Thank you so much! I had a lot of fun defining the rules and backstory for the sword trinity as it were. As you said, there’s a lot of ways they could be used to progress characters which will be fun on it’s own as well. I’m so glad you liked it!

    2. Really cool!

      It seems kind of vague to say Caliburn is as powerful as Draconis, which “multiplies the user’s power”, and that Excalibur is “more powerful” than them.

      Honestly I’m curious as to why Matt even needs a sword. I mean, even if he was going to use a sword, I feel like it’d be more important for the sword to be able to survive whatever Matt does with it.

      But in the end I’m mostly just excited to see what this is preparing for. Or just the context.

      1. Hm, I guess I see where you’re coming from. I see it as something of a Super Saiyan multiplier in the sense that the Draconis and Caliburn could be a SSJ1 equivalent and Excalibur could be a SSJ3 equivalent, where the multiplier is so much more that the previous version that it’s highly unlikely that even the physically weakest person wielding Excalibur couldn’t crush a Draconis/Caliburn user if it was necessary. Not to mention each sword has a maximum level of power it could take. Matt couldn’t use any of those three for example.

        Funny story about what Matt is preparing for and why he would need a sword? He doesn’t. Well, he’s always preparing for one war or another but this is basically him hanging out with Norah and her showing off her toys and basically hinting that she was the Lady of the Lake.

    3. robertoface Avatar
      robertoface

      I’m a little unsure how these swords tie in to the prompt of “library of secrets” – are we interpreting library to be “archive of categorised objects” ? In which case fair enough, though Secrets is perhaps unclear to me. Maybe I would have liked a more clear link to the prompt motif (it could just be me derping at 1am).

      I do like the dynamic these two have going, it feels like Norah and Matt are coming into this conversation from different perspectives, but under a mutual appreciation. And that’s nice to see here.

      1. Lol I’m not entirely sure how well it comes across, as it’s just one line, but Norah has all the knowledge of the past and present. She is the library. And she’s sharing her secrets with Matt, so that’s how I initially saw the prompt. Though I do think an argument could be made that the weapons themselves are a library of sorts.

        I am glad you liked the dynamic though! Thank you so much for the review!

Leave a Reply to Galer Cancel reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *