Writing Group: Hour of the Wolf

Hello, Packhunters, Watchmakers and Arcadians!

Do you hear that? The children of the night, what—! Oh no…We should really be getting home. No, I’m serious! I’m not afraid of witches! Something much worse comes out at this time, because…

This week’s Writing Group prompt is:

Hour of the Wolf

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You’ve likely heard of the “Witching Hour,” a time between 3:00 and 4:00am when witches and demons are said to be at their most powerful. Now it’s time to give wolves their time in the…moon. 

Ingmar Bergman, a Swedish filmmaker who made a film called “Hour of the Wolf” said “The hour between night and dawn … when most people die, sleep is deepest, nightmares are most real. It is the hour when the sleepless are haunted by their worst anguish, when ghosts and demons are most powerful.”

You could write a story like Bergman’s in which there is truly said to be an “hour of the wolf” when horrible things happen. You could use the Witching Hour for this prompt, but use wolves as the vehicle for evil, and/or supernatural activity, rather than witches or demons. 

Or maybe the “hour of the wolf” isn’t a specific hour. Maybe the word “hour” is a synecdoche for the night as a whole, or a year, or even a decade. Maybe the kingdom in your story has faced years of unrest, and they refer to it in this way. Maybe future generations refer to the time period in which a beast plagued their town like this. 

You could, of course, use this prompt to write about werewolves. The “hour of the wolf” can easily refer to the time someone turns into a werewolf. Your character could wall themselves away, shivering in the corner, fearing the hour of change. Or your character could breathe in the moonlit night air, reveling in the idea of running free and wild as a wolf. You could write a story about a village that has been plagued by (were)wolf attacks each week, or every night, and they board up their windows in anticipation of the hour. 

Or perhaps, in your universe the “hour of the wolf” isn’t an evil time at all. In Greek mythology wolves were associated with Apollo. Wolves are often portrayed as agents of darkness, it seems odd for them to be associated with the god of healing and light. The Jungle Book has been praised by wolf biologists for being accurate to wolves’ less villainous, and more familial nature. Perhaps you could explore these angles. Maybe people look forward to the “hour of the wolf” as a time of blessing, not curse. Maybe in your story the “hour of the wolf” is simply when a wolf pack has dinner together. 

“The hour of the wolf” has a very fairy-tale feeling to it. My challenge for you this week is to find a myth, fairy tale, or fable about wolves, and use it somehow in your story. You could make your story a retelling of the myth, or you could simply reference it, just some sort of connection. (But be sure to incorporate the hour aspect, even if it’s not present in the original!) 

It’s too late now. I hear the music…and I’m ready to join their song. 

—Paul, Pearce and Kaylie

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154 responses to “Writing Group: Hour of the Wolf”

  1. Norman Gray Avatar
    Norman Gray

    The Wolf of Lorwood
    By Norman Gray

    Nightfall approached. . . Dretcher needed to hurry.

    He reached her bedchamber. There, Sorina was waiting. “You sent for me, your Highness?”

    “No need for formalities, Dretcher. It’s just us.”

    He nodded. “As you wish, Sorina.”

    “I need a favour. I require a companion for the Moonlight Masquerade, one month from now. I would like for you to accompany me.”

    Dretcher swallowed. It was a death sentence to refuse her. . . She had a reputation; ex-lovers were executed over flimsy accusations, or drafted into seemingly conjured conflicts and shipped away to faraway battlefields, never to return. . .

    But if he were to attend the Masquerade, on that night, none would be safe. “I cannot dance.”

    Sorina laughed. “You won’t need to.” She eyed him up and down. “How is it, that a fetching fellow such as yourself isn’t spoken for, hmmm?”

    Dretcher shrugged. “I prefer solitude.” Outside her bedchamber window, daylight was dwindling. He grew tense. “Will that be all, Sorina?”

    She let out a sigh. “We’ve known one another for quite a long time. Haven’t we, Dretcher?”

    “Many years.” He’d served under her command during the rebellion against Corizia. . . Back when she’d still been noble, honorable. Sane.

    Sorina leaned in close. “I’ve been wondering. All those years ago, when the Wolf of Lorwood slaughtered Corizia, and saved us from an ambush. . . Where were you?”

    He said nothing.

    “You’d gone missing that night. . . You were never one to flee from duty.”

    A terrifying realization struck him. She knew. “You’re not looking for a dance partner.”

    Her mouth stretched into a mischievous grin, and she placed a hand on his shoulder. “Some bothersome individuals will be attending the Masquerade. With the full moon shining above, I want them to meet the same fate that befell Corizia.”

    He trembled. This was all too much. “I- I must be going, Sorina.”

    “I know, Dretcher.” Another sigh. “Such a shame. . . I’d have loved for you to stay, but-” She looked him over. “Well, something tells me you’ll look far less fetching in the moonlight.”

  2. The cartographers notebook Avatar
    The cartographers notebook

    Teeth
    by the cartographers notebook

    When you are born you are given a tooth from the great wolves of the wood. They lend you their senses, their strength, and their instincts. But they don’t give it freely.
    Im running through the brush. My sweat is salty like an ocean breeze on my tongue. I can’t think. Only putting one foot in front of the other. 1-2-jump, 1-2-leap.

    I can hear them. The snarls.

    They will be upon me soon. They will rip me open. Tear the sinew from the bone, drink my blood as it gushes to greet their fangs.

    They told me that when the hunt was on me the blood would rush from my feet to my heart and the fear would be banished and I would become one with the wild. That the blood in my ears would become a glorious drum pounding the path ahead.

    I now know that they were all liars.

    I land on the other side of another tree trunk. My knees give in and I collapse on the floor of the green bed. I can’t feel my feet. My moonlight is blinding me through the canopies, giving me a headache. I’m burning.

    The moss is a pillow under my trembling limbs. It’s soft, slowly drinking the red seeping from the countless scratches and bruises on my bare legs and arms.
    I grit my teeth, pushing my nails into the ground, pushing myself back on my feet. The blood sings in my ears as I leap back into the dance.

    The blood, the beat. The forest, the ballroom. The howling, the song. 1-2-jump, 1-2-leap, 1-2-dance.

    The moon is filling my head. Blinds me. Soothes me.

    I don’t even see them before they are on me. I don’t scream. Just grip the tooth in my hand as they encroach. But that is how it is.

    For when you are born you are given a tooth from the great wolves of the wood.
    When a wolf is born they are given a child from the village. We lend them our cunning, our mind, our hope.

    And so the hunt continues.

  3. Reinkarnitor Avatar
    Reinkarnitor

    The most annoying hour of the day

    by Reinkarnitor

    The rooftops were stretching out in front of Fiona. The black-haired girl stood on a chimney and looked over the city, smoke was rising into the air. The petroleum lanterns only partially illuminated the foggy streets below. It was true what they said…it is the darkest before dawn.

    ‘At this hour even London looks peaceful…but all the stuff going on these past weeks though…’, she thought.

    Her gaze shifted to the East End…Whitechapel. The district where the poorest of the poor live…but also where unspeakable acts of violence happened, even more frequently than usual.

    She leapt and was on the next roof. And the next one, and the next one. Jumping over the rooftops she approached the East End, until she was on top of the winding labyrinth that was the streets and alleys of Whitechapel.

    A little churches bell rang nearby, and with a quick glance she realized that it was already 5:30. She had to hurry, the sun would rise soon, and she had to be home before that. It was the most annoying hour of the day for her.

    She put her nose into the wind and sniffed. Sniffed for that distinctive smell, which even humans could immediately recognize between hundreds of other smells…there it was.

    She descended to the streets below and saw it. There on the floor laid another corpse. Cut throat, dismembered and most of her organs pulled out and orderly set next to the body. That was his work, no doubt. Jack the Ripper claimed another victim…and once again Fiona was too late to stop him. She hated it, hated it so much.

    This man…this monster…he dared to hunt in her territory. Whitechapel was supposed to be her dining room. And this mere human had the audacity to keep taking her prey, for no reason.

    But now there was no time for annoyance. The sun would be up really soon, there was no time left. With one jump she was back on the rooftops and started dashing off, back to the West End.

    This truly was the most annoying hour of the day.

    1. Xavier21 Avatar
      Xavier21

      First of all, congratulations for the story! It is really good.

      First, I noticed that you describe you protagonist a little bit. It is something rarely seen by me, so it is a welcoming surprise because it adds the immersion of the story. Second, I really like the reveal that the protagonist is a vampire or any blood-sucking creature was done in a way that did not make it unnatural. I like how you incorporate slow burn type of reveal because it is not cheap and certainly add to the quality of your story.

      If i have to be picky, i would say to change the title and the last sentence because it does not fit the story overall. It feels like the title and the last sentence were put to show case the prompt. To show case the “hour” was annoying to her because that time was when Jack the Ripper took her prey. If you change the title and the last sentence, the story will still follow the overall theme of the prompt because the “hour” is already emphasized in 5th and 9th paragraph, so you don’t need to worry.

      Once again, congrats!

    2. Neko mori mori Avatar
      Neko mori mori

      I like the story ,the concept of a super natural entity failing to maintain control over her own territory wail the human is unaware of the entity making there territory there own.

      I wonder how there inkonter will be or if there inkonter will be dramatic irony wail meeting each ader they don’t know about the secrets adentities
      Or the accidently end up eatchaders pry

      Cool story

  4. WhiteBlackCat Avatar
    WhiteBlackCat

    The Transformation
    by WhiteBlackCat

    She could feel her bones cracking, breaking, and growing together again. It was an agonizing pain, worse than she had ever experienced. Her throat felt like sandpaper from all the screaming she did. She threw herself violently against the walls, hoping that would distract her from the hot burning sensation on the inside. But it was as effective as trying to sing a calming lullaby right now. They had told her the first time was always the worst and she damn well hoped they had spoken the truth.

    She was in the basement, locked in. Her parents had cleared the room and reinforced the metal door last month in preparation for this. Not even a sledgehammer could help her get out now. And thank the gods for that. She was completely losing control of herself. Scratching furiously into the wall, not sure if it was claws or fingernails on her hands. Had she lost consciousness? Her vision turned red and suddenly there were all these beautiful, horrible smells around her.

    Then there was no more pain. She had completely lost her sense of time when the transformation was done. She could feel the fuzzy fur all on her body, her huge rib cage expanding under a heavy breath. She felt so … big and strong, powerful. The pain from just a few moments ago completely forgotten. Suddenly she had all this vigor in her body, the feeling was exhilarating. In a triumph she angled her head towards the ceiling and let out a loud wolfs howl.

    1. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      Hello there. I don’t think I’ve seen your name before, so I’m thinking this is your debut story among us. If so, welcome!

      This is a difficult one to comment. There is something in it that makes it difficult for me to understand it as a whole story, and makes me read it as a very detailed dramatic scene (filled with sensory data, emotional weight, preparations backstory and hints of a possible larger setting). But let me tell it: that is an amazingly well written scene.

      In fact, it reminded me a bit about that famous transformation scene in An American Werewolf in London – a scene so powerful and well-crafted that everyone remembers the movie just by that scene… and I’d be hard-pressed to remember anything else.

      Though, here, this is it. The transformation scene, with all its weight and dramaticity. I’d love to be able to better connect with the character and the world, to see this powerful moment integrated into something more. But even as it is, it is very powerful. Very emotional and dramatic. And very well written.

      Thanks for sharing it.

  5. Purple Avatar
    Purple

    Moonburner
    PurpleTheMortal

    You stand in the dark with the wolf, and they simply follow. Your scent, the hour, your emotions, they all get the best of you as one night of the moon threatens with burning them all with you, combined. Moonburners are ruthless, and you are too, you think.

    You think that one human or one handful would save you from the scent of the wolf. You think that your skin wouldn’t sizzle with the simple brush of their fur and the searing, shooting pain of their bite. You think that wolves were something to play with, like a domestic, or your basic household cat. You think that just running fast enough would leave you unseen. You think every single horror or awfully cheesy paranormal movie would have prepared you for what you are about to see. And you also think you can outsmart a wolf.

    You do every single pathetic thing you can think of, punching, throwing them into the trees, potions, everything. But even then, your situation turns grim. The sun no longer beams through these parts, nor does the wind stop itself from blowing. It’s just cold and dark. For you.

    The wolf brushes his claw against your clothes. Rip it goes, and you pull away, trying to outrun this beast. He pins you on the ground, having its pack rip your shoes off.

    “Watch.” He says.

    The moon is shining through the dark sky at first, a purple tint, a round shape at first. Then it morphs more into an oval, the purple turning a bright red. Flames break out, the scent of burnt toast filling the air. The pack holds your hair back, dips it in one putrid solution, and leaves you on the floor to rot. The solution lights your hair into flames, but you cannot feel anything. Just numbness and a cool sensation on your neck and back. Your nerves cannot react to anything, they say, and you are left in the cold forest.

    1. Dagmar Makara (dystop) Avatar
      Dagmar Makara (dystop)

      If I’m not mistaken this is your first submission and I know you were really up against the deadline, so I’m impressed!

      I was really struck by the use of the second person (You, as opposed to I or he/she), thought it was a very clever way to go about it. There are some absolutely beautiful and chilling sentences in there, this one has to be my favourite:

      “You think that your skin wouldn’t sizzle with the simple brush of their fur and the searing, shooting pain of their bite. You think that wolves were something to play with, like a domestic, or your basic household cat. You think that just running fast enough would leave you unseen.”

      The sense of anticipation and helplessness is really well done, especially how your protagonist seems to be trying to rationalise is way out of the situation / be in denial about things. The ending is particularly chilling.

      My only critiques are the first paragraph has too many clauses (so I’d use a couple of full stops instead of all those commas), but given you submitted just hours before the deadline then this is only a very minor thing.

      Overall very well done! I look forward to hearing more submissions from you : )

      – Dystop

    2. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      This is a very evocative story.

      I really love the choice of words here, and the foreboding sense of a foregone conclusion – both the way it is written almost as a lament and the use of second person narration heightens this feeling and the tension in a very interesting way.

      There are a lot of elements here that are very open to interpretation (and I am particularly fond of more evocative rather than descriptive language use, specially in short stories), but there is also something that is quite surprising in how this story progresses to the end that goes even beyond what what at first is just unknown or unclear.

      Foreboding. Dark. Unnerving. All could be said of the story and the language employed, which is great.

      I had a bit of trouble in some sentences. The second one, in particular, is something I read thrice and ultimately failed in parsing.

      Overall, this is a very chilling story, and a really interesting one. Great job!

  6. Iskritt Avatar
    Iskritt

    Fear. (Reality Itself)

    By: Iskritt

    I ran as fast as I could through the thick jungle, only able to use the moonlight to keep me oriented in the darkness. Thankfully, I was finally approaching safety. A massive tree sat in a large clearing ahead of me, illuminated to stand out through the void of the jungle surrounding it, and providing my only chance of security.

    I heard nothing behind me as I ran, but I also knew my ears could not be trusted. I was not safe, so I pushed my body to its limit as I approached closer and closer to the tree.

    As soon as I entered the clearing, I finally let a smile spread across my face, although I kept my legs moving. Safety was here! The terror was finally…

    I suddenly felt excruciating  pain in my head as I smashed into something that knocked me to the ground. I looked up to see a giant stone wall before me where the tree had been only a few moments before.

    An unnatural, ragged laugh began painfully echoing throughout my mind, overtaking my own thoughts and sending fear down my spine.

    “You actually had hope!” Said the laughing voice. “You really thought you could make it!”

    “Who are you?” I shouted, now backed up against the stone and staring into the darkness.

    “I am the very thing that makes this hour interesting. I had to pull some strings with Time to earn it, but ooooohhhh was it worth it.”

    “I don’t understand.”

    “That’s fine.” The voice laughed again. “I’m just here, relishing every bit of fear your pathetic soul has to offer.”

    My heart raced with fear and confusion as eyes suddenly pierced through the darkness.

    “The mortal mind is so easy to persuade. Stories of hope, of love, of peace. All lies and yet somehow so effective.”

    My mind raced to find solutions as the eyes approached, only to come up empty.

    “Unfortunately, I only have an hour.” The voice said. “And my pets are hungry.”

     Pain filled my body as the voice faded away, still laughing.

    1. WhiteBlackCat Avatar
      WhiteBlackCat

      Hello, so this story is about someone running in a jungle from something that is in their mind, since they talk about how their ears cannot be trusted. The tree means safety, but that was also just an illusion from the evil thing.
      One negative thing: I would have liked a bit more explanation on what is happening – what this thing is that they are running from, why this thing tortures people and what its pets are.
      On the other hand: it was easy and clear to read and the dialog flowed easily. Also it is very cool that “Time” seems to be someone you can persuade, a personification. I liked that a lot.

      Good luck!
      WhiteBlackCat

      1. Iskritt Avatar
        Iskritt

        I definitely agree. I re-wrote this a few times and some of the early versions had a lot more explanation, but it didn’t allow much room for the “main event” of it between the main character and the voice, so it eventually became this. As a result I kind of had to go the “fear of the unknown” route with it. In trying to find the good balance of narrative and explanation I might have swayed too far towards the narrative, which definitely hurts the overall story. Thank you for your comment!

    2. Xavier21 Avatar
      Xavier21

      This story definitely need more explorations. Sadly the word count is hindering us from exploring big ideas haha. What I like about this story is the concept. I imagine an omnipotent being toying with our protagonist before killing him/her with it’s pet. Sadly for some reason I don’t feel the urgency of the protagonist through the writing style. It’s too flat… or maybe you have your own artistic vision on what you hope your readers feel when reading this story. Let me know.

      1. Iskritt Avatar
        Iskritt

        I can definitely see where you are coming from, and my theory is that it was just because of lack of reason to be urgent..if that makes sense. Even though the character is panicking, from the moment the story begins safety is already presented, and even when it is taken away, the urgent feeling might still be overtaken by confusion, because I didn’t do quite good enough at explaining everything. Finding a good balance of Narrative and exposition has been the biggest thing I have needed to work on ever since I started participating in this, and I definitely think I leaned too far into the narrative for this one, which hurts the overall story. Thank you for your comment!

        1. Xavier21 Avatar
          Xavier21

          Here some tips that might help you (from fellow unprofessional writer lol).

          (1) use short sentences to evoke urgency or intense scene. Example from We Need to Talk About Kevin by Lionel Shriver:

          “As I advanced down the hall, I paused at Celia’s bedroom and had to force myself to walk in. It was dark. Her bed was empty. The same, in the master bedroom, the bedrooms, out in the deck. Nothing. Nobody. Where were you? Had you gone looking for me? I had a mobile. You knew the number. And why wouldn’t you have taken the truck? Was this a game? You were hiding, giggling in a closet with Celia. This of all night you chose to play a game.”

          This example are from mine. this scene almost made it to Hour of the Wolf prompt:

          “Limbs, cracked and distorted from place to place. Skin, pilled by The Devil at moderate speed. Nails, Every fingers and toes are ripped from it. Replaced with sharp claws. Face, torn apart with slight hope of recovery. Everything healed in accelerating speed. Everything but…”

          (2) use long first sentence to establish exposition. This is so that you can start your narrative scene immediately. Examples:

          “On a moonless night, where all lamps have been shut and all eyes asleep, a stalker follows me as I walk home from All Girl’s Nightclub.”

          With this first sentence, you can start your narrative without introducing more setting. It’s late night because everyone is asleep, It’s really dark because the night is moonless, it sets urgency immediately because of stalker, and we know the narrator is a woman from All Girl’s Nightclub. Of course, this tips does not fit all writing style.

          (3) take time explaining things. I don’t know about this tip, but written fiction have one advantage from almost any form of fiction. That is, time is relative in written fiction. For example, you must have read long scene regarding an explanation of character in the middle of fight scene. from flashbacks, explanation of the sword that is use by the character, or even his thoughts, in a middle of fighting scene. Imagine this sort of thing in a movie.

          Regarding your theories on safety established too early and when the safety was taken but overtaken by confusion that were caused by the new character you introduce might be true, and maybe it have something to do with the 3rd tips. Maybe you can take time explaining at least where the protagonist was, the protagonist’s mental/physical condition, why the protagonist ran in the first place, and/or what the protagonist ran from (you don’t need to explain the entity physically if you want to go with “fear of the unknown”). After that, you can introduce the safety part.

          Of course writing style matters in construction of a story, so take everything I said with a grain of salt.

          this is more tips
          https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N70D6xP0aQo

          I hope this help

  7. Lee Strangely Avatar
    Lee Strangely

    Cause Fur Concern (Amory)
    by Lee Strangely

    Swaying round and round he thrashed, kicked, and hissed at the darkness. The net cried and the tree moaned under his weight. As the ropes began twisting him around again, a light suddenly sputtered into existence mere feet from his red eyes.

    Amory stood in front of the large man, her crooked little wand faintly lighting the space between them.

    “Release me, and your death will be swift,” he growled, “I’m not a man to be trifled with.”

    She looked him up and down, “Well, you’re not wrong…”

    “People will come looking for me. They’ll help me….”

    “No, people will help other people,” she attested, “not animals…”

    In a fit of rage, he swiped at her, hard. Suddenly he felt as if his arm was being pulled hard, with his hand forced to remain in the air outstretched.

    Amory continued as she slowly twirled her wand, encircling his arm, “…and especially not ones that lie.” As she focused on it, his hand gently shifted in appearance. The shape shrank and condensed. Hair seemed to overtake every surface. Sharp, bony blades began to jut from the fingertips. “Lucky for you, I have use for a Werewolf.”

    Werewolf: a wolfen term, usually referring to sorcerers within their kind. Wolves with magic have been known to disguise themselves as people. Despite what many may think, many creatures, including wolves, are entirely capable of using magic. However, most animals don’t make heavy use of it like humans do, despite being among the first to figure it out. Contrary to popular belief, humans weren’t the first to learn, but were in fact the very last; just barely losing the race to insects, fish, and certain rocks…

    “I’m sorry I had to do this to you,” she tried to explain, “but your kind tend to be quite hard to find in these parts.”

    “Let me go witch!” the Werewolf barked as his hand eventually released and retracted back into the net.

    Amory pointed her wand at him. He snarled, baring his yellowed fangs.

    To this, Amory then growled back.

    1. WhiteBlackCat Avatar
      WhiteBlackCat

      Hello, this was a really nice read! I just read through it and really understood what was happening (I am not good with detailed feedback, so I will mostly give feedback as if I was reading this for pleasure).
      What was a bit weird to read was the sentence “Contrary to popular belief, ….”. It did not flow well for me. I think that is because the sentence before already started with “However..”
      The moment where she called him a liar and the line “No, people will help other people” was so cool. She seems like a very competent witch to me, though I cannot say if she has good or bad intentions.
      Is the last sentence meant to imply that she is also a werewolf?

      Good luck!
      WhiteBlackCat

  8. Organs and tape Avatar
    Organs and tape

    Wolvaphobia
    By organs and tape

    The night is cold, the moon is shining brightly and the howling of the wind passes through the cracks of my hut, however its not the cold that is making me tremble.

    The steam from my hot tea is brushing against my beard, this tea is supposed to be my remedy for the anxiousnes, however it isn’t effective. The boiling hot temperature of the cup no longer burn my rough skin, skin painted with scars and bruises from all the monsters ive had to kill, not out of rage or any petty human temptation.

    I have a sense of responsibility to protect the travelers that pass through here, they come here seeking the only passage way that leads to a lively town. Perhaps things have gotten dire, maybe they are looking for a new chance in life, who knows. The only thing im sure of is that it must be a strong reason for them to justify coming through here. Risking encountering a hunter. My hands know thier blades too well, and my skin the accuracy of thier bullets.

    My hair stands out on my back at the thought of them. To my luck ive never managed to kill any of them, at least during these days, the best i can do is guide the passersby’s out of thier sight, however, on specific days, days like this one, i feel like a passenger, my stress and emotions build up and my consciousness takes a back seat, let the creature guide me. Giving me the strength to rid this place of any and all disturbances

  9. MasaCur Avatar
    MasaCur

    Raid on the Wolf’s Den
    By MasaCur

    Zydrunas was alerted by the beeping on his wall. The warehouse had been breached.

    He clicked the button for the intercom. “Hey, whoever you are, just so you know, I’ve got an arsenal in here. Your best bet is to just leave now, and forget all about this place.”

    “Hey, Zydrunas! We just want to talk.”

    Andre. One of Rikke’s enforcers. She must have figured out Zydrunas had sold equipment to Ridgecloud and sent Andre to exact payback.

    “I can hear you just fine from here, Andre.”

    “Sonja Jarlsdottir’s people hit Rikke’s car last night, and managed to abduct her. We know you sold them gear to help them do it.”

    They managed to get Rikke. Good for Sonja.

    “Don’t know anything about that. I just sell arms, fix deals. If you want me to put you in contact with Sonja’s people, I can make that happen, but not while you’re here. So you might as well shove off, Andre.”

    There were a few moments as Andre thought how to respond. Enough time for Zydrunas to find him on surveillance cameras. And two of the hit team he brought.

    “Zydrunas, I thought you would be smarter than that.” Andre called back. He raised a hand to his mouth and said something Zydrunas couldn’t hear, but he could see the others moving toward his office.

    Zydrunas grabbed the assault rifle by his desk and poked the barrel out of one of the firing ports. He let off a double-tap at one of Andre’s operatives.

    Nothing happened.

    They must have magic.

    Zydrunas had that suspicion confirmed when the operative swung his arms around, and a gout of flame flew his way. Zydrunas pulled the rifle back and ducked down.

    Well, if that’s the way they wanted to play it, that would be fine.

    Zydrunas stripped off his clothes, grey fur emerging from his limbs already as he did so.

    There was a knock at the office door, and it swung open. The operative poked his head around the corner.

    The great grey wolf pounced on top of him with a snarl.

    1. Organs and tape Avatar
      Organs and tape

      Wasn’t expecting Zydrunas to be the werewolf! I thought he was hiding a werewolf or running from the group of secret werewolfs or something. I liked that you wrote that Zydrunas has alot of cameras and stuff built it, at first i thought it was to hide but it worked better that it was put there because he was dealing with people trying to end him so often, nice touch!

    2. Purple Avatar
      Purple

      So I really like this story. It sounds like you had put a lot of work in here. It’s quite well written, but I have one suggestion. Maybe in the part where the character talks about Sonja, there’s a italicized thought there instead of a plain text thought.

      I also think that it’s quite action based, but probably because of the strict word count.

      Another thing, I am curious about these characters and if they are somehow belonging to a longer work. But if they are not, that’s fine.

      Thank you for your time.

      Purple

      1. MasaCur Avatar
        MasaCur

        I don’t always respond to reviews, but sometimes I feel like I should.
        Yes, this is part of a larger story, and I have some of it written. Some of it has already appeared in other entries in the Tale Foundry writing group prompts.

        As for the part where I should have italicized Zydrunas’s thoughts, I really wish I could. That’s how I would normally write it. But WordPress won’t allow me to. So, this is something that I’m just going to have to hope the writer realizes while they read it.

        Thank you for the review.

  10. Arith_Winterfell Avatar
    Arith_Winterfell

    “Things Unseen” (Aethryn Setting)

    By: Arith_Winterfell

    Eliana ran through the darkened forests; the panting of wolves in pursuit followed her. In the shadows of the forest the moon’s light peeked through the thick dark green pine needles that towered above Eliana on the forest’s floor. The forest floor was mostly clear of underbrush due to the light choking thickness of the pine forest’s towering trees. The lack of underbrush and softness of the pine needle carpet now offered little comfort as she ran from the pack of wolves who followed her.

    She knew she shouldn’t have stayed out in the woods playing this late. She wished she hadn’t gone so deep into the woods. She wished she hadn’t lost her way home. The wolves had howled in the distance, and now she only hoped she would survive.

    Suddenly, the forest floor rushed up to meet her! She tried to scramble to her feet, but her foot was caught under the root she had tripped over. The panting of the wolves caught up with her in mere heartbeats as she struggled to rise to her feet. Several appeared from the darkness, their eyes glittering pale green. One set upon her at once, clamping its jaws down on one of her ankles. The forest echoed her screams of pain.

    Suddenly the wolf pulled away. The other wolves were barking and snarling, some were even . . . whimpering? The wolves were backing away. She quickly turned to see what they were backing away from. Standing before her was a strange beast. A horse by all appearances, but somehow lacking any skin, sinewy and muscular in the dark. It stood there, its all-black eyes glistening in the moonlight. It snorted, exhaling in the cool night air. The wolves had turned and fled before the unnatural creature.

    Then it looked down upon her, and spoke to her in a soft and comforting voice. “Do not be afraid. For I come bearing understanding, that what is hidden may be seen.”

    That which is seen, cannot be unseen. That which is understood, cannot easily be forgotten.

    1. Norman Gray Avatar
      Norman Gray

      Even wolves fear the flesh horse. . .

    2. THE FLESH HORSE!

      All hail the Flesh Horse [genuflecting emoji]

      This could be the start of a glorious epic quest, a journey through the Fey realm, or a comedy of errors. Either way, it is a work of beauty and I love it.

    3. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      What? Is it…? No. It can’t… and still, it is…

      All hail the Flesh Horse.

      Seriously, I’m quite surprised. And I know I have no reason to be, and still I am. You said you were thinking on writing a story in which the Flesh Horse would appear, and even then, when I started reading this one, I was not expecting it.

      Well, let me break down the reading experience.

      When the tale started, I was taken by all the details. The description of the forest and the sensation of fear are quite immersive. I particularly love how the sensation of guilty intrudes into the fleeing – this makes it very relatable, and it makes the whole despair of the run more palpable. And it is very real – every time some tragedy is on the horizon, we can’t help but think on how we could have taken another route, even though those thoughts don’t help not even a little (and, in fact, hinders even more our ability to deal with the situation).

      And the paragraph when it all happens is very strong. I love the choice of words there, and how all the setting seems personified to live Eliana’s tragedy. The floor rushes to meet her, the forest echoes her cries of pain…

      And… well, and then it happens. You know how much I appreciate the Flesh Horse, but it is not just a cameo here. Their appearance is bizarre. It is unsettling. It is quite confusing. And it is a hell of an image to have ingrained in one’s mind, specially after such a terrifying experience.

      Indeed, that which is seem cannot be unseen.

      And they presenting themselves with that classical angel greeting makes it even more terrifying and ominous.

      This is great, Arith. I love it. And I love it in so many levels. Thanks a lot for sharing this tale.

      And I am incredible concerned by Eliana. Her sanity and her fate, I am not sure which I pity/envy more.

    4. Praise be to the Flesh Horse, who is always with us!

      Honestly not the way i was expecting this to go. I like the use of a pine forest. The way they tend to have little to no underbrush and a blanket of brown/gold needles was great backdrop for the story.

      I also love that the Flesh Horse is an emissary of the Unseen and and Understanding. And the closing with “that which is seen, cannot be unseen.”

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

    [DM me on discord for details!]

    1. Arith_Winterfell Avatar
      Arith_Winterfell

      An interesting continuation of Savion and Lestair’s story. I felt it was really well written the part where you described Savion’s lack of action followed by the death of the on charging humans. It surprised me and painted a vivid picture. Then the dialogue between Savion and Lestair, using “The Boy Who Cried Wolf” as a symbolic metaphor in so few words almost instantly explained Savion’s choice to embrace dominance of wolf over humanity, both in the literal political sense of power, but also his embracing of his wolfish nature over Lestair’s compassion for the humans by comparison as he (Lestair) struggle to comprehend the reality of what Savion had done and what Savion had chosen for himself.

      Lastly, there is some really good other descriptions in here, such as the vague, yet vivid imagery of “Bloodied fur. Antlers. Too-sharp claws.” Giving us a strong sense of the bestial without going into heavy detailed description. That, and the part where Lestair discovers of himself that his “wolf’s voice” could “hold such emotion” creates a vivid image of a bestial form speaking with such human like expression. An excellent work!

    2. Purple Avatar
      Purple

      This has quite a bit of tension and conflict in here, I like it. But there is one thing I noticed.

      There’s quite a bit of dialogue and a bit of betrayal. I think you did a great job on this part of the story.

      Also is this part of a bigger work? I am very interested in this story and maybe I could help you a bit with whatever you need. I am just now finishing a first draft and editing a manuscript, and I think I could be a good fit to help you.

      That’s all. Thanks for your time.

      Purple

  12. Xavier21 Avatar
    Xavier21

    The Incident Regarding the Victims of 1845
    By Xavier Twentyone

    [00:30]

    The police that take shifts at the town square’s guardhouse begin to get anxious as Officer Nigel and Earl haven’t come from their patrol. Officer Johan, Larry, James, and Stephen are currently inside the guardhouse.

    “They sure take their time with it,” said Larry.

    Everyone is silent, but nobody agrees with him.

    “I’ll try to find them,” said Johan.

    He is the most skilled and physically fit officer out of them all, yet sweat and anxiety are two things that are visible in all the officer’s reactions, including Johan himself. Eerie thoughts follow Johan as he leaves the guardhouse, hanging the remaining officer as they watch him being swallowed by darkness under the full moon.

    [01:40]

    Nigel, Earl, and Johan still haven’t come back from their patrol. Everyone keeps pretending to be busy with their newspapers and books and everything they can get their hands on to distract them.

    “I’ll go…,” said James with a heavy heart.

    “Are you crazy!? Do you know what happened to them!?” snapped Larry.

    “Neither do I, but we can’t just leave them like that! What if there truly are killers out there? Like the news said.”

    “You seriously believed the newspaper after you saw the victims? You know that the masses know nothing of this! Those politicians hide stuff like this to prevent ‘MaSs hYstEriA.’ Freakin’ hypocrites!”

    Despite Larry’s rage, Stephen and James know that he is right. All the police had made an agreement to not speak truly of the victims.

    [03:26]

    James has been leaving for the Headquarters for backup, but he never returns, leaving the remaining officer in the guardhouse.

    “Do you believe it, the man-eater thing?” asked Larry.

    “I don’t know. From the bodies I saw, it does look like the victims were eaten by wild animals. Mutilated, no organs, and their expression…,” said Stephen, “I have never seen such an expression before… their faces froze in time with dread, as if seeing Satan himself.”

    They agree to wait until sunrise to return. That is, until they see a priest with the head of a dog smiling from outside.

    1. Iskritt Avatar
      Iskritt

      This is really cool. I like the use of time stamps both as a way to play to the prompt, but also to increase the mystery and/or dread of the situation, showing exactly how much time has passed that the officers have been missing for. I will say I can’t decide whether or not I like the ending because of how casual it is. I feel like more could have been done with it, but I also don’t really know what that more is. Overall though, a very enjoyable story. Well done!

      1. Xavier21 Avatar
        Xavier21

        Thanks for your comment Iskritt! I was planning on making Officer Stephen died in the end, but due to word limit, I have to find a way to show the monster lol.

  13. DaLeen Avatar
    DaLeen

    Basket/Case
    By Taja DaLeen

    (Just let me do it. They deserve it and you know it.)

    “No. Please. I don’t want to…”

    They were on a bus, on their way to their grandma. She was living in the city, which he loved because no one there knew or cared about him.

    Unlike in that hellhole of a village.

    (But why do you let them do this to you again and again? We’re stronger than them.)

    “If my fave superhero taught me something important, then it’s that with great power comes great responsibility.”

    (That’s a load of horsecrap.)

    “No. They’re just idiots that don’t even know about magic, so just leave it be. Please.”

    (But you’re hurting.)

    He sighed and pulled the red hood of his Spiderman pullover over his head. He was so sick of it all, but there was nothing much he could do.

    Sure, his best friend was right. He was hurting, it wasn’t like what they said didn’t get to him. It happened way too regularly.

    But that was exactly why he loved visiting their grandma. He could get away from everything and just… let go for a while. She knew everything about them, anyway.

    Arriving at their destination they got off the bus.

    “You’re also looking forward to this, huh?”

    (Of course I do. Just like you.)

    Their grandma greeted them with open arms. She was exactly that type, and he loved her for it. She didn’t say much as well, just that she got something for them.

    As soon as they stepped into the room she set up just for them, they changed. He let go, let his friend step in and take over for a while. He felt their body change, tingling and itching with the magic that turned them. It still felt weird, but his grandma said he’d get used to it eventually.

    He watched his wolf take out their pent up frustration and anger at the table. It already had quite a lot of scratch and bite marks; it was obvious there’d be a lot more after today.

    Together, they howled out their pain once more.

    1. Ooooh this is a fun take ^^ because the friend’s dialogue was in brackets I already had a suspicion it was the suppressed wolf side but it’s interesting to see the protagonist see him as a completely separate entity.

      I also like the grandmother a lot, she’s doesn’t really hold a presence in the story but it’s clear she really cares.

      Minute of silence for the table tho 😉

    2. Strong Berry Avatar
      Strong Berry

      This interpretation of the werewolf is a clever one. It’s more like the aggressive side we all have to tame to fit in and to make sure it won’t destroy us. I like how the kid is moral, he doesn’t want to hurt his bullies, and that his grandmother understands him and lets him claw her tables to let out his anger.

      Good job!

    3. WriterOfThought Avatar
      WriterOfThought

      This is a really beautiful way for someone to express their hurt and pain. I like the idea of letting your inner wolf out. And since Grandma knows about it enough to prepare and how long it would take to become semi normal feeling, I have to wonder if she dealt with it herself or maybe her children had.

      There is one sentence I think could use a once-over, which is

      “She didn’t say much as well, just that she got something for them.”

      I would say that “had” might be a better word choice than “got”, or perhaps putting the phrase “got something for them” in quotations if it’s her words exactly.

    4. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      This is amazing!

      I love how the inner wolf/friend is, indeed, quite helpful and not necessarily something to be afraid of, just a part of oneself that must be negotiated with(in), that might even be healthier listening to sometimes (even if not entirely accepting the solutions provided).

      And I loved the continuous red riding hood parallels. This little things make it really magical and fun. Specially considering how they appear at once quite casual and also well-crafted… it makes me wonder if the whole story is a discussion on the dangers of the protagonist taking not taking the right path (listening to his friend, but not giving in to the impulses) to the grandma’s house.

      And that last line is a killer.

      This is a very great take on the prompt and a very engaging story. I just love it. Thanks a lot for sharing it.

    5. MasaCur Avatar
      MasaCur

      I love this re-examination of Little Red Riding Hood. The main character’s love for Spider-Man was also a fun touch, but the fact that he also wears a Spider-Man hoodie (which is traditionally mostly red) was a great, subtle nod to the fairy tale. And of course, going to Grandma’s house was a big tip-off.
      The fact that the Big Bad Wolf is a divergent side of “Red’s” is a cool way of looking at it. It’s interesting that the wolf is a personality that operates apart from Red’s but interacts with him, and can take control of the body, and change it into a wolf-being is fascinating.
      This was a fun read, DaLeen.

  14. Lunabear Avatar
    Lunabear

    The Devil Behind the Disguise (A Song for: Kit)
    by Lunabear

    The sun scorched Kit.

    Sharine’s shirt provided some relief. “Hang on.” He lifted her.

    Warmth became coolness in an instant.

    “I’ll take care–” He grunted as they were thrown backwards.

    Kit screamed.

    “This is my suite, so why–”

    “In…vite…me…in.” Every word pierced her lungs.

    “Please come in, Nikita.” Sharine sighed when they entered.

    She was placed on something soft. Sharine’s shirt disappeared. Arms wrapped around her.

    He licked her injury closed.

    Kit almost laughed.

    Blood perfumed the air.

    Crimson filled her vision. She locked onto Sharine’s neck.

    “Drink, Nikita.”

    She’d never murdered anyone. “What…if…”

    “I trust you.” Sharine pulled her nearer.

    Without recourse, she bit him. She held onto him and suckled with necessary greed.

    He dropped back, his pulse slowing.

    “No!”

    He smiled. “I just need sustenance. Animals help, but humans are best. Yo-you decide.”

    “I’ll be back.” She navigated outside. Humans were nearby, but she killed a stag. Carrying it was cumbersome.

    Time was crucial.

    Gentle words came to her in an unrecognizable language.

    Without knowing how, she’d returned.

    He was ragged, sweaty.

    Kit abandoned the corpse and went to him.

    He gripped her wrist and lifted black, feral eyes. Fangs extended to his chin. Elongated claws scored her skin as he pulled her closer. He sniffed her, jaw widening.

    “Don’t!”

    Clarity flickered. He released her and slid to the floor.

    Kit watched Sharine crawl to the deer.

    Catching her staring, he growled with ferocity.

    “I’m not leaving,” she insisted, ignoring her instincts.

    Sharine stripped meat from bone.

    Kit was immobile, keeping her distance.

    He howled suddenly and fell backwards. Facing away from Kit, he huddled into a ball. Groans and crackling sounded then ceased.

    He sat and pushed normal fingers through his hair. “I hated you seeing that, Nikita.”

    “What…ARE you?” She was an arm’s length away.

    He let out a blithe chuckle. “Some have called me abomination, demon. Angel. However, I like to think of myself as…” He turned his head, a large, bloodied grin pulling at his lips. Gold dominated, but teal and black swirled at the edges of his eyes. “The big, bad wolf.”

    1. Sharine is “the big bad wolf” huh? Or at least, A big bad wolf.
      Was this always going to be the case, or was it prompt inspired?

      A very cool story about going out of each other’s way for the other.

      I’m a little confused on where and when this is taking place though.

      But I love how Sharine shielded her from the sun, and then let her drink from him.

      And I like that Kit, despite being a vampire and presumedly having already eaten some people, still went after the deer for him. It also added to the visual of him wolfing up, and then wolfing down, the deet. Ah ha. I made a funny.

      Very curious what the whole “I’m the big bad wolf” thing is going to have on the story. Was he trying to….seduce her away for his own nefarious fairy purposes? Is he just being edgy? Will be fun to find out.

      1. Lunabear Avatar
        Lunabear

        That line of him being the big bad wolf is absolutely inspired by the prompt challenge. His mannerisms, however, are not. He genuinely does act like that when he is starving.

        I know I’ve said this plenty of times, but I really enjoy their dynamic. Kit has found someone she can go toe to toe with, it seems.

        So, they are in a castle where a seven day gala is being hosted. This is literally the day after the night of Celestial Waltz. It’s about mid afternoon at this point.

        Sharine can be quite the gentleman when he wants.

        Clarification: she’s never eaten anybody at this point. She’s drank from them, but not to the point of death. Nor has she taken a chunk out of their flesh. She usually only drinks and then hypnotizes them to forget. We shall see how long that lasts. Also, I’m very glad that you mentioned her choosing the deer over the humans. We’ve got some opinions about that that we can hopefully explore later on. That is pretty funny, yes.

        In that moment of him saying he’s the big bad wolf, he is actually showing a bit of his insecurities. Sometimes, he feels like he is a big bad wolf or is misunderstood. And he’s going into self depreciation mode, and maybe subconsciously trying to scare her away before he hurts her.

        I’m super glad you enjoyed the story. Thank you very much for your review!

  15. IntenseSpooks Avatar
    IntenseSpooks

    Hour of The Werewolf: (Above theword ccount but still worth the exercise)
    I live in a small town in the interior of England, we have our peaceful lives here and are rarely disturbed, with emphasis on rarely, as this one time something mystical and great happened that changed everything.

    I’m a bartender, and thanks to that I get to know pretty much everyone in town or at least hear about them. I love it but it has its downsides as I also spend a lot of time with some outcasts of the village. The most famous outcast’s name is Nephos and he is a selfish person, a real asshole, the kind that talks badly about others behind their backs, steals stuff from the town, and worst of all, doesn’t pay the bar bill. But something began changing about him when the disappearances started.

    When people went missing, one by one, everyone thought that they were just leaving, skipping town, but as the situation progressed, panic slowly started to kick in. Parents wouldn’t let their children out, a curfew was adopted and even the deputy began an investigation.

    It didn’t take long for the suspicions to fall on Nephos as he tended to be the troublemaker of town and his occasional outs of town made it even more so. Interrogations were done but nothing would come out of it.

    However, one particular moonlit night something odd happened, Wolf howls would be heard in the distance, and a neighborhood watch consisting of myself, other upstanding citizens, and the deputy’s personnel were patrolling, only to find ourselves with much more than we could chew.

    Right in the middle of town stood an imposing creature of legend, its distorted features of both men and Wolf covered in blood and feasting on an old lady’s corpse, we tried fighting it but were easily overpowered by its animalistic might.

    When all seemed lost and it looked like we’d be just another plate on its buffet another, much deeper growl resounded in the deep night. Soon another disfigured and menacing abomination of man and beast could be seen, only this time it was no Wolf… a werebear.

    They stared fangs and claws at each other before clashing in a ferocious fight of bestial might, blood spurted, ripping flesh could be heard and eventually, dog-like whimpers were loudly spreading through the night.

    A Trail of blood led out of town to never return as the mangled werewolf fled in desperation, leaving only the surviving patrol and the werebear with o wound on its neck there, facing each other, until it silently left, without a sound.

    The next day, the fact was covered up by law enforcement and vitality was returned to the village. No one noticed but I did, as most of the town was in my tavern for celebrations, only I saw for a Split second, on our usual grumpy troublemaker’s neck were some hasty bandages.

    He looked at me and asked if he could pay his debt some other time as usual, but this time my response was a bit different: ‘’It’s on the house! Drink up!’’

    1. Strong Berry Avatar
      Strong Berry

      This was an engaging and clever story. I like how the troublemaker is rightfully suspected and is the werewolf, but he’s not the only reason for the disappearances, as there’s also the werebear. The ending is clever, really puts onto perspective why Nephos is such an bad person.

  16. Strong Berry Avatar
    Strong Berry

    A Welcome to New Faces
    By Strong Berry

    Welcome, friend, welcome! Always a pleasure to see a new face here. While we’re waiting for The Wolf to start, how about we talk a little, you and I?

    Alright. Did you come with a story tonight or…? Oh you did! Good for you! I hope over the last few days you got some feedback for it?

    I’m glad to hear. Feedback is how we improve, after all. You not some overly sensitive weakling, are you? Not that it matters here much, because we are not some nasty critics looking to tear you down. This story-loving community is awesome. Even the discord is respectful. It’s diverse too, we’ve got vampires, wellermen, arachnids, pumpkins, potential communists and even one berry. From all places and all times, we unite for a few hours every week under that common love for storytelling. What about the stories you’ve read, though? I hope you liked what you saw?

    Good. Liking stories is one of the things you have to do to get picked. I usually like what I read here. Sure, the size constrain makes it kind of hard to get all you want out, but it’s a fun challenge. I like challenges. This week for example, I wrote my entire story in second person… You look kinda anxious. Everything alright?

    What’s that? You’re worried… your story won’t be read? My friend! Don’t worry about that! Getting read is just the cherry on top of writing and sharing a story! The stories don’t even get picked by The Wolf herself, but by some invisible luck robot that doesn’t even work half the time! Look, what I’m trying to say is, don’t sweat it. There’s always next week after all, and whether on not you get picked, you’ve improved as a writer, and that matters more that any so-called “anti hero” reading your story.

    Wait! It’s starting! She’ll show the picked ones soon. Wait a minute… How rude of me! I didn’t even ask for your name! What do they call you, friend?

    What a nice name. Well now, let’s see if you got picked.

    1. IntenseSpooks Avatar
      IntenseSpooks

      I love it, it is welcoming, diverse and has a lot of meta-comentary that involves not just our favorite robot but also the entirety of the comunity, it even inspired me in taking part in the writting group more often even though I tend to be busy on fridays and saturdays.

      1. Strong Berry Avatar
        Strong Berry

        Thank you for the kind words!

    2. Hahaha self referential and very cheeky indeed XD casting antihero as the wolf and the reading sessions as the “hour of” is a fun idea that I wouldn’t have come up with =D

      It’s also nice you put some attention onto the reading of stories, not just the writing since reading everyone’s take is really half the fun ^^

      Keep up the good work

      1. Strong Berry Avatar
        Strong Berry

        Thank you for the kind words!

    3. WriterOfThought Avatar
      WriterOfThought

      The meta strikes!

      Oh boy this was a fun read. I loved every word so much that I only have praises, not critiques. But now I must wonder what would happen should we have not a wolf, but a Horse pick the stories.

      Very fun, excellent use of second person. Very conversational and engaging, and I usually don’t like second person stories 😂

      1. Strong Berry Avatar
        Strong Berry

        Thank you so much!

    4. Neko mori mori Avatar
      Neko mori mori

      I love the meta well done .thank for including us in your story and for
      the advice

      1. Strong Berry Avatar
        Strong Berry

        Thank you!

    5. I like the meta here. It’s about the Foundry contest, but not about the Foundry, and it’s all about the self-doubt and storytelling we all go through in this fun little exercise.

      Getting picked is a joy and a wonder, and an experience if you’re in the bonus content. It’s all in good fun, and it helps everyone who participates.

      Chef’s kiss. Very well done.

      1. Strong Berry Avatar
        Strong Berry

        Thank you, Wellerman!

    6. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      This was lovely, Berry.

      Well, I’m a sucker for meta-indulgence and for second-person narrative, but I also know that those are delicate things to deal with – most stories that try to employ one of these elements usually fall flat. And here, you used both in a very interesting and creative way.

      I love how caring and wholesome the advises and commentary on writing and community participation here are, and this feel so appropriate considering the community we are talking about! I found it really interesting how you managed to take the prompt in this direction, and how the hour of the wolf became such a special occasion here (and not shying away from also pointing out the dash of anxiety it can also bring… and our fair amount of technical difficulties and mishaps). I even wondered if the writer the narrator was talking too might not be a secret werewolf – but the anxiety is quite justified just by waiting on the Hour.

      And the list. What can I say? I just love recognizing the wonderful people mentioned in the story. I may even be blushing a little.

      But, really, I can’t even begin to critique. I just found it very well-told, engaging, quite creative, and a blast to read. This was a very surprising take on the prompt, and it was really, really fun. Thanks a lot for sharing it!

      1. Strong Berry Avatar
        Strong Berry

        Thank you so much!

    7. DaLeen Avatar
      DaLeen

      This was a hell of a lot of fun, what a nice idea to make our little stream the center of your prompt story. I like it.
      And the character talking to the audience seems like someone interesting, too. Maybe a little too easily excitable for my usual taste in friends, but perfect for this kind of story. Good job!

      Thank you for writing and sharing this!

      (Just… where’s the Flesh Horse? xD)

      1. Strong Berry Avatar
        Strong Berry

        Thank you, and what’s the Flesh Horse? I haven’t been here for long.

        1. DaLeen Avatar
          DaLeen

          It’s something of an inside joke during the stream, don’t worry about it too much. x’D

  17. WriterOfThought Avatar
    WriterOfThought

    Foundling Pup
    WriterOfThought

    The smell of cinders and rot hung fresh in the air, even though the blaze was long perished and it’s heat long gone. The now smoldered earth was soft under my paws. Nothing smelled or seemed salvageable; the ash of the structures and bodies blended together in an indistinguishable smell of dust.

    As I sniffed about, I heard a distant cry. Something was still alive in this expanse of death, and though my instincts spoke danger, a more primal part of me answered, louder than any fear that gripped me.

    The cry came again, piercing my ears with it’s fervor. That was when I finally recognized the source: a pup crying for its mother’s milk and, though not mine, I couldn’t ignore that sound any more than if it had come from my own.

    After fixing my ears in the direction, and allowing the sound to guide my steps, I spotted it at the edge of the grey expanse. It was very small, but kicking and crying well. However, as I made my presence known, it stopped crying and thrashing when it saw me.

    To my surprise, the pup rolled over onto all fours and began to crawl towards me. It showed no fear or hesitation, despite us belonging to different and sometimes averse species.

    As I watched it crawl through the ash towards me, I only felt compelled to care and nurture the abandoned pup as it and I were the only living things amongst the ashes.

    Before I knew it, the pup was in front of me. Yet instead of reaching for me, it only stared tilting its head in a surprisingly familiar way. I used this reprieve as my opportunity to gorge on any viable meat, yet never once taking my eyes off of the pup as I consumed what could have been its family, or even the mother it once cried for.

    For it no longer mattered whom’s the pup was or from whose womb it came; it was now mine and I its mother.

    Such is our laws, as nature herself decrees.

    1. Ooooh I like this ^^ I like this a lot. The laws of nature are brutal yet tender, preserving life where it can yet mourning the dead would be a waste of energy.

      The image of the ashes of structures and bodies mingling together is bleak and paints a picture of pure apocalypse.

      It’s vivid, its emotional, it’s kind and cruel in the way life so often is.

      You did a great job ^^

    2. Strong Berry Avatar
      Strong Berry

      Damn, did not expect to see here such brutal tale. That’s not a bad thing, though: It feels real. Nature is cruel, after all, and you depict that cruelty well. The story is gut wrenching, with the pup being adopted by this stranger wolf that possibly ate his family.

      Good Job!

    3. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      This is amazing.

      I really love how the story is told. The sense of savagery but also the poetic contrast between dealing with necessity (eating the bodies) and having some sort of symbolic weight in defiling the dead paints a very striking image, specially considering the mother is probably being devoured by the wolf as the child drinks from its milk.

      The story is very well told, and I love the voice of this narrator. There is a mixture of eloquent insight and primal naturality that is enchanting.

      That last line makes me think this may be a reference or a retelling of the Jungle Book. The story is quite amazing as it is, but the discussion on laws decreed by nature itself echoes the language of that one quite well.

      Amazing story!

  18. Shinigama Avatar
    Shinigama

    Anthropolycan
    by Shinigama

    The full Moon illuminated the camp, as Sven and Olaf watched the stranger from across the fire. He sat opposite them, naked but for a blanket wrapped around him. If he’d brush his tangled hair, and got himself a shave, he would look quite handsome, they thought. Certainly, he had a very well-built torso and was well-endowed… down there.

    “Here,” said Sven, handing the stranger a cup of vodka.

    The stranger reached out a yellow-nailed hand for the cup. He took a sip before bursting out in a heavy fit of coughing.

    Olaf patted him hard on the back. The stranger grunted and handed the cup back.

    “So,” said Olaf, “What’s your story… friend? How did you come to be walking around the forest so… exposed?”

    There was a small pause. Then, in a halting tone, as though unfamiliar with the concept of words, the stranger began to speak.

    “Was… hunting…” he growled, “Smell… prey… ahead… leap out… almost got him… then…”

    Sven and Olaf leaned forward.

    “Then… he bit me…”

    “Bit you?” said Sven.

    “Yes…,” said the stranger. He lowered his blanket and brought forth his left arm. On his great bicep was a red circle of toothmarks.

    Unusual toothmarks, thought Sven and Olaf. Unusual but familiar…

    “What were you hunting?” asked Olaf.

    The stranger eyed the two men nervously.

    “Hunting… prey… like… you…” he said quietly.

    “Like… us?”

    “Yes… men…,” said the stranger. He’s gone quite pale.

    The two men glanced nervously at one another. Slowly, they reached down to their rifles at their sides.

    “So, you’re saying you were hunting humans?” asked Sven.

    “Yes.”

    “And a human bit you?” said Olaf.

    “Yes.”

    “But why were you hunting humans?” cried the men together, raising their weapons.

    “I was hungry!” yelped the stranger, crouching down in fright.

    A cloud covered the Moon.

    A howling went up from the surrounding trees.

    The two men spun around in terror as the forest wailed. They looked back at the stranger.

    He was gone.

    And leading away from the camp was a trail of pawprints…

    1. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      Oh, the inversion! Interesting thing… and now I’m quite worried about those humans in the woods, biting.

      This has a very tense build up, and the slow revelation works really well. I like how some choices in how to present things – unusual, but familiar for the bite marks read differently when you know what is being described and when you didn’t, and in both cases it elicits the right response in the reader.

      I also find the behavior of the stranger quite interesting. It feels as if he is quite afraid, and he knows few responses possible for the situation. Words are new to him, and although he knows he is in danger, he seem mixed between baring his fangs and cowering in his blanket – a behavior I associate a lot with frightened dogs that have no where to run, so that’s a great echo here.

      I though we would see some subversions, but this one certainly got me unaware. Very enjoyable twist here. Keep on writing!

    2. Strong Berry Avatar
      Strong Berry

      This is some clever subversion of the werewolf trope. Instead of a wolf biting humans making them infected, the wolf turned human. The question is, then: Is this a common thing? Do infected wolves turn human under full moon? Your story inspires questions, and that, I think, is a key part of a good story.

      Good job!

  19. The Town of the Dead
    By Abyss

    “A faint whistle could be heard. Well, not a whistle, his whistle. The man that was dressed in black, with a bell, that didn’t have a ringer, around his neck. The guards didn’t stop him anymore, they knew it was futile. The last time they tried, so many were dead after the man finished. All the while his black clothes remained unstained.

    The only ones who knew what he looks like are the guards who survived his first arrival, those same ones who killed themselves a few days later. The town was later renamed Pueblo de los Muertos, the Town of the Dead, since anyone who attempted to leave was found hanging from the entrance to the town, well, what was left of them anyway. The elders say it’s the man with the scythes and the bell without a ringer. And he believed them, no one ever doubts the elders. Well, they didn’t, before the thing came and took them.

    He could be seen from afar usually. The guards would announce his presence the moment he was spotted on the hill. Therefore marking the initiation of the Hour. He Came For Us All Eventually.” He looked away from the paper and at the chief. “We found it in some empty house, tacked onto the wall and surrounded in what seems to be human blood, sir.”

    He hated this damn case, a town full of dead people and this was his only goddamned clue? He needed a smoke, maybe even a few pills if the night kept up like this.

    “Well…” he looked towards the house his Sergeant claims it came from “Have the blood analysed and-” He got quiet all of the sudden and squinted his eyes at the air as if he had just heard something.

    “What is it, chief?” The sergeant asked, puzzled.

    And then he heard it, was it… A bell? No, it was whistling. Right? Or was it both? Suddenly, someone exclaimed, pointing towards the town entrance. There, was a man in black clothes, holding a scythe in each hand, with a bell around his neck.

    1. Organs and tape Avatar
      Organs and tape

      The image you created around the man dressed in black is so unique and recognizable, immediately you put a focus on him and as a reader the story was more captivating because of that, even tho 250-350 words is a very short time however you managed to make personality’s for each of the characters as well as put implied context and put in room to build on it it

      1. Thanks so much! The word limit is truly annoying and this story originally had around 450 words lol. I had to take out so much it hurt :”). But still, I am really proud of how it came out although now rereading it I realised I cut out the bit about how some speculated he was a wolf with human attributes so that’s really annoying :/

  20. Neko mori mori Avatar
    Neko mori mori

    Good night

    “They lived happily ever after
    The end .”said an old man closing a book

    “Can you sleep now my dear ?”

    “What about the wolf gramps ”
    Wisperd the girl hiding behind her blanket

    “Hahaha don’t worry my dear no matter how far the wolf trays to run ,the hunter will always get him even the big bad wolf can be taken down by a single man ”

    The girl looking around moving closer to the man whisper “the wolf is hiding in my room .

    “The wolf are you sure? ”

    Shuu she shoesed the man “quiet he mait hear you “painting down “he talks to me wen i trai to sleep ”

    The old man checked the bed “dont worry my dear no wolf down hear gest a sock and som dust bunny’s

    The girl pop up “bunny’s!..hes already making himself at hom leaving his food undermybed

    Its not dat typ of bunny never mind dat ,the wolf is not under your bed can you sleep now my dear

    Din dit he sneak in the closet again to look at me sleep again

    “What a dastardly wolf gazing one a maiden in her slumber ”
    The man flung open the door
    To reveal a normal closed few dresses and som shoes

    Ooo my dere seems to be no wolf in the closet can you sleep now my dear

    Relieved she smiled “he must have run away .thank for the story gramps ,hoe are you?

    “Gest a wondering old fool …
    Ready to sleep now little red ”

    The smile disappeared.

    1. Strong Berry Avatar
      Strong Berry

      You need to work on your writing in English. I can understand the premise of this story, but still it’s very unclear due to the spelling and the structure. For example, not putting quotation marks in the beginnings and ends of dialogue, spelling and punctuation. I think if you’ll fix these issues, your story will be much clearer. I honestly think you have potential, and if you improve your English, you will reach it.

      1. Neko mori mori Avatar
        Neko mori mori

        Thank you

  21. Earthly twilight

    By Galer

    The sun was set, just at the planet’s edge on the horizon, creating a border between light and dark, the best hour for this lesson.

    “Well time to pull the shadows,” Jhona said.

    “I will use the light then,” said Manuela not far behind the man, she willed her flesh to warp cacophonously changing to a humanoid wolf.

    “I still don’t know how my transformation would help,” the werewolf asked with a hoarse voice.

    “Are you familiar with the concept of the wolf hour?” Johna said while the shadows around him pulled into a dark aura.

    “Is a rumor, not real, to be frank,” Manuela said annoyed ” we don’t get stronger neither we get weaker in it, we can transform at any time”

    “Yes but it is important for those that want to use the twilight,” The shadow mage said while raising his hand the shadow, and aura disappeared, and from his hand, a light bloomed ” as you see it is difficult to control both even for a veteran like me ”

    “But at this hour is easier,” Jhona said with confidence while concentrating on making the ball of light in his hand acquire a negative color, an aspect similar to the twilight showering the world right now” as you see now”

    “Then why I am in my second skin?” Manuela said while crossing her clawed hands

    “Better-enhanced control, instincts, and senses, plush you need to practice how to put to work all of that together?”Jhona listed off “that and we need to work with it because your father asked me”

    “let me guess self-defense?” Manuela asked Jhona nodded confirming as she growled ” all of this because great-grandfather had to make a deal with one of those Luciferian bastards”

    “Meh, if any deserve to get twilight punched are those spiteful fuckers,” Jhona said casually “light, or dark demons then to not like twilight so let’s start”

    Manuela scoffed while closing her eyes to concentrate.

    If there was any consolation the sixty years screw-up, came with a safety net.

    1. Iskritt Avatar
      Iskritt

      I really like the concept of werewolves being able to control when they transform, as well as fully retain control while in the transformation. Its not something you see very often and it’s cool being seen here. A small nitpick I have is the fact that there is markers of who is speaking on every single line of dialogue. While you don’t want to under use them and accidentally cause the reader to get lost, over doing it feels repetitive and, in a scenario like this, eats away at the precious word count. Other than that though, this is a nice story with some really cool concepts. Well done!

      1. I signaled who is talking too much here?

  22. Rejected by the moon
    By Pumpkin

    The music is sickeningly jaunty.
    The people around me are laughing uproariously.
    I’m trembling with a lukewarm cola in my hands.
    My eyes are darting to the clock every other second.
    Waiting to feel it.
    My shoulders jump as someone calls out to me.

    “Hey Danny, first timer right? You ready?” I forgot the big guy’s name but I’m sure I’ve seen him before.

    “Yeah, of course,” I boast with faked enthusiasm.

    ‘Atta boy.’ The man hits my shoulder playfully and I can feel the bruises forming underneath my skin.
    I want to leave.

    “Danny? There you are.”

    “Hello, mother.”

    “The Breiters wanna see you before the whole shebang goes down, come along.”

    I set my drink down and follow obediently.
    I believe the Breiters are dad’s colleagues.
    Though I forgot what job they did.

    “Danny is it? Nice to meet you. Now I must say you take after your father.”

    “Yes, a lot of people say that”

    “Are you sure he is eighteen? He looks a little…wet behind the ears.” missus Breiter comments carefully and I’m not quite sure if I should agree or feel insulted.

    “It’ll be fine it’s-” mother starts.

    The bell strikes its first and the room goes silent.

    The bell strikes for a second time and the guests all sit down on the floor.
    I sit down next to them nervously waiting for the moon to take away my consciousness.
    My last moments of sanity.

    At the third chime, people start cackling, ripping clothes to shreds and flinging jewels across the room.

    The fourth chime is where the eyes turn red.

    The fifth is when the bones start popping and this continues for some time.

    By the time the twelfth and final chime is done with all around me wolves are howling, jeering and growling.
    But my arms and legs are still the same.
    I didn’t turn.
    My parents turned.
    Their bosses turned.
    The entire party turned, except for me.
    The others look at me.
    The one that isn’t part of the pack.
    And I realise I need to run.

    1. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      Wow, this sure took a turn. And then another.

      This was very surprising, and I love the escalating towards the end. And the mixture of sheer visceral horror with the ever-more present horror of socializing and trying to conform or at least present as social-worthy… this was incredible well done. I’m at a doubt if I say those were complimentary aspects of the whole journey, or contrasting ones. I guess it is probably both, and this makes it even more interesting.

      Pacing is great through all of that. Time feels quite different when we are at first dealing with the other attendees and when the clock strikes and announces what is to occur. The contrast is great, but each part is also really well build in itself.

      And those last moments of realization… not entirely surprising, but quite the banger for an end. That last line is doubly terrible: a failure, non passable, and now, probably prey in danger as well.

      This was a great story, and a pleasure to read it. It is very refreshing to read your stories again. Welcome back, and thanks a lot for sharing!

      1. Thank you so much for the kind words =D the way you analyse and really unpack the story is a joy to read like always ^^

        I’ve been so busy with projects and work it’s hard to keep up with making a story every week (even tho I kick myself for missing some very good prompts)

        I’ve added the tale foundry to my half-year-plan hoping I’ll be able to keep it up that way.
        Time will tell ^^

    2. God damn, that was amazing. I am such a huge fan of this type of narration and the way it is done is just perfect in every conceivable way. And that twist at the end where I was suspecting it but not completely just cemented the whole thing, marvelous story 👏👏

      1. Thank you so much for the kind words ^^

    3. Strong Berry Avatar
      Strong Berry

      This story is very deceptive(In a good way of course). Through all of it you fell like the protagonist is going to transform, but then the reveal that he is the only one who didn’t. It’s a great start to a larger story.

      Good job!

      1. Hehehe yeh that was the idea ^^ I honestly didn’t know where I wanted to take this idea until I got to “what if everyone werewolf except the protagonist” and then I just ran with it 0w0

  23. PTSD (Chronicles of The Dragon)
    By Makokam

    “I had the nightmare again.

    “I’m laying on the ground, there’s fire everywhere. I can’t see anyone, but I can hear Samantha crying. I try to get up, but either my powers aren’t working or I’m too badly injured, so all I can do is drag myself across the floor.

    “I can’t see anything except the concrete floor and heaps of burning rubble. The room is full of smoke. I keep crawling around, trying to find my team. Samantha’s cries keep getting louder. But I can’t find her. And I start hearing laughter. And the cries turn to screams.

    “Suddenly I can see him. He picks Samantha up, she’s crying and screaming and then he just…punches through her, breaks her in half. And he’s just laughing. Full, head tilted back, maniacal laughter. He looks at me, his eyes full of fire, and he points at me and grins, like… a monster.

    “I can stand up, and I lunge at him. I’m going to rip him apart. But I’m stopped. And I can’t reach him. He shakes his head, and he snarls, and… I wake up.”

    Maxwell Wolfen’s therapist sat up in their chair. “And how does that make you feel?”

    “How do you THINK it makes me feel?” he snapped.

    “I know how I think you feel. Tell me how you actually feel.”

    Wolfen pulled at his hair. “I feel ANGRY!”

    “And?”

    “Scared. We were…overwhelmed.”

    “You do know that Samantha’s injuries aren’t consistent with what you’re seeing in your nightmare?”

    “I know! Yes. I know.” His fingers dug into his legs. “Losing her…hurts. More than the others.”

    “Do you think it’s your sense of loss that’s making her death more traumatic in your nightmares?”

    He shook his head. “I don’t know.”

    “Our minds are powerful things. As are our fears, and our pain. And just as it can make something worse, it can make things better.”

    “How, exactly,” he asked, staring at the floor, “am I supposed to make that memory ‘better’?”

    “Well-” the clock on his desk beeped. “I guess we’ll get into that next week then.”

    “Yeah. Okay.”

    1. Oooh, I like this one. PTSD and therapy and talking through the nightmares based on the emotions of reality. Berserker rage and regrets.

      I felt this one. Like, almost physically felt it.

      You managed to paint an entire picture with some very bare words and the result is almost visceral. I’m taking notes. VERY well done.

    2. Arith_Winterfell Avatar
      Arith_Winterfell

      One of the elements I really like about this story is how Wolfen’s therapist explores the difference between how Samantha’s death is in Wolfen’s dreams vs. how it was in real life. He (the therapist) points out that the dream exaggerates Samantha’s death at he hands of (I presume) Johnathan. It shows how Wolfen’s perceptions, his loss, his feelings of being scared and overwhelmed by the events that happened have shaped his visions of Johnathan into even more of a monster than Johnathan actually is.

      Yet also the ending is kind of telling of Wolfen’s situation too. While I recognize this may have been forced on the tale by the word limit, the therapists decision to stop according to the timer on his table shows a sort of disconnect between the role the therapist tries to play, one of being a healer, and what he actually does, delay answers to valid questions desperately needed till “next week.”

      The space between therapist and patient and the healing process in stories can often be a revealing one and a good space for story telling drama. An excellent glimpse into Wolfen’s experiences and a good tale for us. Good work!

    3. Tamela Redfin Avatar
      Tamela Redfin

      This one is good. Been through a similar situation of the “And how does that make you feel?” And just want to scream. Though I feel like she’s in good hands.

    4. I love the “realistic” way you have written this story. It strays from werewolves and fantasy and makes the “Hour of the Wolf” about a therapy session with someone that has “wolf” in their name, a very creative way of writing. Furthermore, I love the way you express feelings and emotions throughout the entire thing and as well as the helplessness of being in a dream. I absolutely love this tale, 10/10

    5. Lunabear Avatar
      Lunabear

      Holy crow, this is SO GOOD, Mako! The pain that Maxwell describes and how everything is so visceral and vivid is incredibly immersive. I can see, feel, here, smell, and pretty much taste everything that he describes.

      I really love how vulnerable he is here, especially given how angry and vengeful bhe was when going up against Jonny last story that you wrote about them. I am curious about the relationship he had with samantha. Maybe they had a very deep friendship that the others couldn’t match, but we’re still important to him in their own ways. Regardless, it sounds devastating for him to have lost her, especially in such a horrific and violent way.

      And knowing the Dragon Daddy as we do, it’s not that he doesn’t care, it’s just that he’s nonchalant about killing a lot of the time. I think this is different to Maxwell, which is fair. I don’t know which would be worse, however: having someone kill your friends because it was their job or having someone who didn’t care about human life kill your friends.

      Critique:

      He looks at me, his eyes full of fire, and he points at me and grins, like… a monster(.)

      I really enjoy the way you use the prompt here. An hour of therapy for a traumatized wolf. I do wish to give him hugs. This is honestly one of your best stories, which is saying something because your stories are always so much fun and engaging to read. I am always excited for what you have up your sleeve next time. Thank you so very much for writing and sharing this one.

    6. He is not a good therapist. Lol well, he is, but not in a good way for Maxwell. That said, this does come across very powerfully. Even without the title pointing it out, the PTSD in this clearly comes across.

      I think one of the most real parts was the how do you think I feel part. The maddening frustration makes complete sense, as does, in retrospect, the question itself from the therapist’s point of view.

      You don’t need to know the specifics of what actually happened because we’re told all the important parts. That there was some kind of attack and Samantha died, and Maxwell feels guilty about that.

      And the fact that the therapy session is an hour and that’s how the prompt ties in is just all kinds of glorious.

      Great story!

    7. Jocelyn Avatar
      Jocelyn

      Damn… therapy is therapeutic but that ducking timer is 😣 awful. My heart hurts for him, both of them… all three?

  24. Anime Wiccan Avatar
    Anime Wiccan

    The First Candle
    By: Anime Wiccan

    The cottage dining room was dark as the sun began to set. On the small wooden table, a 24-pronged menorah stood in the middle.

    The structure was simple, no jewels cresting the metal, unlike the chandeliers back home. Instead there were small carvings depicting animal spirits from my husband’s culture; some I recognized, others I did not.

    The mysteries of these carvings were encroaching on my mind like ivy. I wanted to make up my own stories on what they meant, and leave the true meanins a secret from myself. After all, I have the freedom to do so now.

    But as I heard Caiden and his mother, Sibyl enter, the ivy bloomed into beautiful flowers, ones I wanted to pick and learn more about.

    “You ready, Daethyn?” Caiden asked me, his eyes crinkled in that loving way he always has.

    That term he used for me, meaning “the most of my heart” in his local tongue, always made my heart flutter.

    I smile automatically as I respond: “Yes, and I’ve been curious what this menorah is for.” My dark, clawed hand pointed to the central prong, holding a black candle that softly transitioned into a sunrise farther down.

    “Ah,” Sibyl spoke up. “It represents the Cycle of New Comings and the animal spirits that guide us to the new year.”

    My mind sparked with interest as she explained. She giggled at me lovingly and pointed to the smallest one with the carving of a wolf, holding a bluish-grey candle.

    “This is the hour of the wolf,” she begins. “The night begins by lighting this candle, passing respects to our ancestors and deceased loved ones.”

    I made a sound of awe as Caiden continued: “We believe the people of the past turn into animal spirits depending on who they were in life. Hunters and warriors turn into wolves to guide and protect us beyond the veil. It makes them feel closer to us.”

    I stared at the candle as they lit it, and placing small, colorful flowers around the menorah; and I wondered, what animal spirit would my mother be?

    1. I like this story a lot, but I also feel like I’m missing a lot. Is this a continuous world? Why does she have a “dark, clawed” hand?

      The whole thing with the menorah and the animals, going through the day with each animal having its own meaning and hour was a neat way to handle the prompt. And a cool concept in general.

      1. Anime Wiccan Avatar
        Anime Wiccan

        I’m really happy you liked it! And yes, this is apart of a bigger world that I plan on completing. I wanted to add more context but the word limit made it difficult.

        And the reason why the pov character has dark, clawed hands is because of his race. So far the race is more like a demonic elf, if that says anything?

    2. This is such an interesting take on the prompt. It feels like such a human situation, though it might not be at least for the narrator if I’m reading the dark, clawed hand part correctly. I do wish we got just a little more about that bit but it doesn’t take away from the story.

      I actually think the world building here was done very well. You get a good feel for the narrator and her excitement about her husband’s culture, which feels very grounded and as the reader, you end up feeling her excitement at the whole situation.

      Very well done!

      1. Anime Wiccan Avatar
        Anime Wiccan

        Thank you! I’m so happy that you liked it! I’m planning on making this into a full story at some point and thought this would be a good worldbuilding opportunity to give myself more to work with. And if more prompts work for it, I’ll be sure to share more stuff with this world!

  25. The Missing Link Avatar
    The Missing Link

    Pax Deorum
    By: The Missing Link

    Once upon a time, in a place now dear to the hearts of many, lived a simple wolf. Lupa was just like any other wolf really, at least in her mind, a mother about to begin nursing her children, out for food of her own.

    The trouble was she had no pack, not anymore. She had killed them. She had broken the pax, but not just any pax, Mars’s pax, the god no wolf wanted to lose favor with, and she’d certainly learned her lesson. It would be hard to say she paid the price, no, the rest of the pack did that for her, leaving her all alone save her two cubs who could barely even yelp.

    But, bemoaning her fate wouldn’t bring food to the cave, and if she didn’t eat, neither would her children. Around her, Aquilla and the rest of Jupiter’s eagles kept watch, waiting to swoop in and make off with any smaller prey in her path she assumed. Diana preserve… she thought.

    Lupa searched the woods for hours before resting at the river for a drink. A sip was all she had intended, but a peculiar scent wafted through the air, humans. She had heard stories of wolves living together with humans but had always thought the concept laughable. Better to be safe.

    Lupa retreated back behind the tree line, keeping watch. Two human infants came floating down the river and drifted up on shore. She waited, but no others came, so she cautiously inspected the humans. She leapt back after a whiff, the scent of Mars all too familiar in her nostrils.

    These humans were clearly dangerous, but children of Mars, maybe. Maybe this was her chance to restore the pax. She moved quickly, creating a sling of leaves to carry the infants back to her cave. She assumed baby humans drank milk, same as wolves and laid down next to her own children for feeding, letting the humans join them.

    She did not know at the time what the simple act of a wolf would do to shape Romulus and Remus.

    1. Anime Wiccan Avatar
      Anime Wiccan

      This was so perfect! I love that the mother wolf of this classic founder’s myth gets her own story!

      Although I was wondering, did you mean that the children were not dangerous, since they were infants, or did you mean what you said in that the babies were dangerous because they were human and Mars’s scene was on them?

  26. Dagmar Makara (dystop) Avatar
    Dagmar Makara (dystop)

    This Means War

    An uncertain wind wheezed through the cracks of the windows in the old Apache library. The air was heady, as ancient dust danced around the moonbeams. The wood-rotten oak shelves stared back at Goyen and Elan, almost sentient to their intentions. A wolf’s invocation means war, and war requires the spirit of the wolf.

    Elan was a small woman, inquisitive and tenacious. She ran her fingertips across the forgotten tomes, clicking her tongue rhythmically as she searched for the infamous Lupan texts. Goyen watched her little tactile serenade, his face already painted for the conflict ahead. Although she was like family, he couldn’t fathom why she seemed so nonchalant. Her face did not have the paint of the wolf. This was strange to Goyen, but he trusted her implicitly.

    Elan paused.

    “You know why we lost last time?”, she remarked with a smirk.

    “Bad luck”, Goyen replied.

    “Ha, no… that’s not right, my friend. Half our people were gutted and splayed because we only took half-measures. We didn’t seek out the tomes, totems– and nor did we prepare at the hour of the wolf”.

    Goyen appeared angry for a flash. But knowing Elan’s brilliance and creativity, he instead decided to hear her out. After all, she was right, the latest massacre was the worst so far. He couldn’t get the image of the huddled brothers… or what remained of their bloodied torsos from his head. This would be their fate should they not prevail this time. Extinction.

    As Goyen turned to sorrow, Elan let out a howl of excitement.

    “Got the damned thing! I knew it would be here somewhere!”, said Elan.

    Goyen interrupted, irked.

    “Elan, our tribe, our decimation is on the line. Do you really think an old tome can win this war?”

    Elan smirked once more, this time with a full smile.

    “Goyen my friend, no knives, no daggers, no flintlock can challenge the wolf. The wolf is war, and oh boy are we at the hour of the wolf. There will be a tomorrow for us. As for the invaders… not so much”, she cheekily grinned.

    1. Pretty well written, Dys. I like that it leaves quite a few more questions than answers as if there’s more to the story, yet it also tells you exactly what you need to know. By far my favourite werewolf fight story. Pretty well the only one I’ve read, but still my favourite.

      1. Dagmar Makara (dystop) Avatar
        Dagmar Makara (dystop)

        Thankyou TTW, that’s very kind 🙂

  27. The dark night
    By Skyler K
    James growled as he was backed into the corner of the forest, everything was far too loud. Too bright. He didn’t recognize anyone in front of him. He scratched at them with his huge claws for them to stay back, he huffed as the group of attackers tried approaching him again, he didn’t know when he got here or when he turned into this thing but all rougeford knew was that he was in danger.

    With another scratch the group of attackers were gone, he needed to get out. He needed to get out of here fast. This place wasn’t safe for him- this place wasn’t-

    He then heard a…..calming almost angelic voice sing a familiar lullaby

    “Follow the tunnel
    Into the portal
    Let all your burdens to rest
    Drink from the fountain
    Deaths holy water
    Watch as you’re put to the test…”

    He found everything start to calm down as he saw his childhood best friend approach him and put her hand out for him, He put his head against her hand

    “That’s right…..you’re okay, everything is okay” he heard that voice say once more

    He closed his eyes, trusting Emma as everything went quiet. When he opened his eyes once more, he was back to normal, He hugged Emma tight as their other friend Becky walked over

    “Hey… feeling less murdery now?” Becky said as she walked over

    James just looked away embarrassed, how could this day get any worse. He just attacked his friends who were just trying to help. This was going to be a long night. Ever since James had been bitten a few weeks ago he had transformed into this beast and forgot who he was everytime shined a light in his eyes, this was the third time that night. The only way someone calmed him down was to have Emma sing the lullaby that she used to sing to him as a kid.

    Emma sighs “let’s head inside, we’ve been through enough tonight” Becky nodded as she held James’s hand and they all went back to the cabin

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    1. Anime Wiccan Avatar
      Anime Wiccan

      That was such a realistic view for me, it reminds me a lot of my anxiety attacks at work… only that I have to sing to myself, so it made me feel a sense of longing for support, cause my coworkers don’t really understand Social anxiety.

      Beautiful story and a beautiful bonding scenario!

    2. Neko mori mori Avatar
      Neko mori mori

      I love the story wail being cursed his frends stik by his said suffering with him not abandoning him in time of need .humans can be broken esely mind spirit or body so to se them willing to risk tair life for a frend that is love not an imosion but a choice

  28. Estuans Interius, Ira Vehementi
    By Marx

    Yelena was a warrior angel. She existed for battle. She didn’t know if these were the demons who tore off her wing, but they would get her vengeance regardless.

    But with every strike of her divine blade, she was forced to acknowledge how much weaker she was in this wounded state, her power effectively halved.

    Angels were meant to be beings of perfection. She was no longer perfect. And it was THEIR fault.

    The demons made up for their weakness in numbers and viciousness. Yelena made up for hers in skill.

    Even still, Yelena quickly realized that even if these weren’t the same demons who crippled her, they had the same strategy. On the plus side, she knew they would keep going for her remaining wing and could compensate. But with every brutal attempt, a jolt of sheer terror went through her.

    Her eyes welled up as she took in the rows and rows of teeth before her. Each one sharp enough to sever an angel’s soul from their body if given enough time. She couldn’t stop the thoughts from entering her head.

    She couldn’t go home like this.

    She was useless to Heaven.

    She was practically a fallen angel at this point.

    She had nowhere else to go.

    It was like the demons fed on her failing resolve, renewing their attack as nothing more than predators who acknowledged a weakened prey.

    Yelena continued to fight back, but her heart wasn’t in it. What good is vengeance if there’s nothing left to live for afterwards?

    Yelena’s vision was so blurry in her tears, she hadn’t realized that the demons had scattered. For even predators run from bigger predators.

    And the being who loomed over the weeping angel was one of the biggest. His eyes narrowed at her. “That… was stupid. Were you trying to die?”

    “…yes.” Yelena sobbed, breaking down entirely. He was a demon as well. He should have been her enemy and yet this was the second time he’d saved her from them.

    He sighed deeply, scooping the angel in his arms and taking her home.

    1. Anime Wiccan Avatar
      Anime Wiccan

      I can feel the hope being stirred back to life in the last bit of this story. Honestly, I like to imagine that the angel instead builds a peaceful, mortal life for herself and finds peace in mortality.

      That’s probably not the ending, but I can see it happening at least as a dream sequence.

      This story was a beautiful mixture of sorrow and hope, but also ego and ideals crushing in the midst of despair and I loved it!!!!

      1. Lol yeah, unfortunately that is not the ending, but I’m sure that it is in some parallel universe somewhere and I do love me some parallel universes. And who knows, the dream sequence thing could very well happen at some point.

        I’m so glad you liked this story so much and that the emotional rollercoaster got the desired effect.

        Thank you so much for the review!

    2. Arith_Winterfell Avatar
      Arith_Winterfell

      This story has a nice turn to it. Exploring Yelena’s struggles, her moment of weakness before the pack of demons, and what the reader at first thinks of as her moment of doom when a still more powerful demon appeared. Then it turns to that moment of confrontation in her hour of weakness and gets revealed that its a “friendly” demon who rescues her in the end. Yelena’s story is an interesting one and one I hope you continue to explore. 🙂

      1. Thank you so much! I’m glad you liked it. Lol and despite the fact that Yelena and the Old One’s story was just one I was doing out of curiosity, I’m genuinely loving how it’s coming out. So worry not, you’ll definitely be seeing more of them.

    3. I ship it.

      Honestly, seems like a huge case of “Grand Plan”. But that also has to do with the fact the real God of your universe is YOU, and you absolutely have a Grand Plan.

      I love that she starts out wanting revenge but can’t stay out of her own head long enough to win…or even care that she was going to lose. Even wanted to by that point.

      Dude sounds very done with everything. Except his little one winged angel. ^_^

      1. Lol what’s funny about that is it did strike me at some point that Matt’s true enemy in the story is fate and how everytime he tries to fight it, he just gets closer to the fate he’s trying to avoid, effectively making ME Fate and therefore the villain of the story.

        And thank you! I had a lot of fun writing that shift from righteous anger to doubt to depression.

        And yes! The Old One is very much done with everything and is probably the one the most surprised by going to save her in the first place.

        Also, funny fact, the title this week is from “One-Winged Angel” aka Sephiroth’s theme lol.

    4. Lunabear Avatar
      Lunabear

      Is this the story where she meets the Old One she shares a drink with at the bar in the previous story?

      You paint a very interesting yet depressing story for Yelena here, Marx. She is very much suicidal, if I have interpreted this correctly, and she feels less than. Imperfect because of her wing being gone. Perhaps she considered dying by demon poetic irony. A full circle kind of thing. I do appreciate the Old One stepping in to save her, which is not the first time, which is certainly interesting.

      I love the use of the prompt here because it’s a last-ditch effort mixed with dying hour kind of plot . I really also appreciate the desperation here. It shows that angels can have their own sort of fall and be downtrodden. I am thoroughly interested in this particular storyline, and I hope you continue it. Your stories never fail to impress me, and I’m so glad to have you as part of the writing sessions. Great job, as always. Thank you very much for writing and sharing this one.

      1. Nope nope lol. At least in a bar setting, anyway. As far as I can remember so far all of Yelena and the Old One’s stories have taken place in or around his cave, though Yelena did have one story in the Garden of Eden, but definitely not a bar. Though the Old One is huge so the idea of him in a bar greatly amuses me lol.

        But back to the story! I’m so glad you enjoyed it! You hit the nail on the head. She absolutely was suicidal in this even if it didn’t completely hit her until she was full into the battle.

        The other thing I kind of like about this is you can take your pick on who the wolf is in this situation and you wouldn’t be wrong with any of them lol.

        And don’t worry, this is definitely not the last I’ll be writing of them.

        Thank you so much for the kind words!

  29. The Bird Curse

    By: Hastaw

    The campfire kept blowing smoke in my eyes discriminatingly; my family always did tease me about getting into trouble.

    “Hey! Junabah!” Harangue called.
    “We were about to make up scary human stories! Come join us!”
    I walked over reluctantly. The lights of the fire burned my face and smoked my eyes to a crisp.

    “Ok, who wants Junabah to go first?” Everyone raised their hands after Harangue -that asshole- called me. I decided to have a little fun with them.

    “Alright, demons and hellhounds!” Everyone howled. “Get ready for the scariest human story yet!” ‘eat shit.’ I thought.

    My brother went out on a dare to scare a human newborn. He slithered into a human home -as you do- when his friends came up and spooked him instead. He almost fell into the child, faintly tapping it. Just enough to scare it. It screamed, and the mother came to comfort it.

    My brother thought they got out unscathed, but little did he know. Shit was about ta get real. The friends laughed all the while, oblivious to the grim reality of the situation.

    He began to pop into the human world at night while asleep. He returned without any memory of being out. Whenever he stayed awake on a cold night, he would think about the newborn. ’I wonder if it’s warm tonight?’ He would think before shrugging it off.

    The feathers began to appear out of his elbows. “It’s nothing,” he always told us. He told us about the fascination of a human newborn. “I wonder if it thinks about me.” He would murmur aloud. I caught him staring at human children, almost like he was in a trance. He then became disfigured, squishing and shrinking.

    He followed the same child day after day, night after night, with no break. His friends finally tried to get between him and his child, but it was to no avail; he became. A momma. BIRD!”

    Displaying a colorful array of feathers, I extracted such beautiful screams from my fellow jerkwads; it was a great experience; for me

    1. Very nice story with a nice creative switch on the cliche “Campfire sorry”. All in all very well done, except for the fact that I found it a little difficult to follow the story and I couldn’t really tell if Junabah was telling the story or just talking about a memory. At the end of the story I realized which of the two ir was so it’s actually a really good story :3 👍

      1. Yeah, sorry. I tried to explain things, but I bit off more than I could chew. It was supposed to be a story about a demon being cursed by a kid, so the demon would have to follow the kid. If the kid ever got hurt, he would turn into a bird. I decided that it wouldn’t make sense to have the kid curse the brother for no reason, so I made it into a campfire story surrounding a bunch of demon children telling nonsensical human stories about us. Not my best work, but ya know.

  30. Investigation Before Dawn [A Devil’s Tale]
    C. M. Weller

    A figure crept about Hidden Cloud Dojo in the smallest hours of the morning. The red uniform he wore should have inhibited his ability to do so, but even the sharpest imagined eye would have trouble following his path.

    The Master said that none could pass the Gauntlet before the age of twenty.

    Well, he was a Hellkin with a lot to prove. Starting with the fact that a devilborn could win a kiss to the brow from the Master himself. This was why he was creeping around when the wolves were still hunting in the mountainside forests. Straight to the Gauntlet to study it.

    It was a clever device, in an entire estate where no other clockwork cut time into seconds and minutes. There were hidden springs and traps and a mechanism wound by the passage of Novices attempting to become Adepts by passing through it.

    It was relatively quiet now, when everyone was meant to be asleep. He had already studied the Gauntlet’s idle motions some nights previously. His interest this morning was in the third quarter of the track. By the time a Novice reached this point, there were limited places that would be safe to land.

    He tested each of them. Carefully. Listening. Watching. Stretching all his senses to the snapping point. Two of the five little platforms moved, and they both set something off. Which happened to be some of the more interesting tip-traps in the third quadrant. Where even the most practiced Novices generally wound up coming to injury.

    Avoid either of these platforms, and avoid those traps. He couldn’t mark them, that would be cheating. He would have to remember. Just like he had to remember how long it took for all of the traps to wind down and set themselves into their original state.

    It was a VERY clever device.

    He waited, counting. When the machine came back to its starting position, there was a subtle and audible CLUNK.

    Five minutes.

    So many Novices fell and hurt themselves because they could not wait five minutes. Wasn’t the first lesson patience?

    1. Tamela Redfin Avatar
      Tamela Redfin

      Love this piece. The premise is simple: trying to prove yourself, but still falling. Keep it up :3

      1. And a little bit about the things that are easy to forget.

    2. Arith_Winterfell Avatar
      Arith_Winterfell

      So Kosh’s early morning/very late night explorations of the Hidden Cloud Dojo’s test reveals some interesting elements. I liked the pacing in this story as its slow measured nature well reflects Kosh’s own slow careful analysis of the Gauntlet itself. Especially the measured elements of timing and analysis of platform movement and testing. Though I also had to raise the question about how “cheating” is defined here. Kosh notes marking the platforms would of course be cheating the test. Yet his practice of coming there and analyzing the Gauntlet for exploitable elements such as timing and doing so in secret implies he isn’t supposed to be doing so either. Which makes me wonder if what he is doing is a kind of cheating too, perhaps. Though its isn’t stated if the students are normally allowed to watch the other students make runs through the Gauntlet or if it is meant as more of a secret trial. So I can’t say for sure if Kosh’s pre-test analysis is either like “reading the test’s answers before the test” vs. “simply studying well before the test.” Though even that highlights the subtle differences between the two choices. The key difference being what is the test meant to test for? If you know the answers to those particular questions or if you actually know and understand the material. And even there some might question if answers on a test can really prove “understanding” of a topic or lesson.

      Here though, Kosh seems to take the lesson of patience (as well as the lesson of concealment, learning, and studying) to heart in his secret analysis of the test in this hour of the wolf. Well done. 🙂

      1. More like reading through sample tests and analysing the phraseology that people trip over. To extend the metaphor.

        Also marking the platforms would dissolve the challenge of the Gauntlet. Which is definitely a public test and loads of Novices line up to watch and see if anyone becomes Adept.

        They all have the opportunity to inspect the Gauntlet. It’s out there in the open. Kosh might be one of the few who deliberately chose a time for INTENSE study.

    3. This is an interesting piece. It took me a moment to find the prompt in this story, but I assume it is the trial the students are being put through? It sounds like a pretty intense course, if Novices frequently hurt themselves doing it (though if they can’t wait long enough for it to be safe, that is par for the course).

      I like the description of the mentor here. They seem like an omnescient observer, which is sometimes what a teacher during a test can feel like, from the perspective of a student (or Novice, in this case).

      Well written!

      1. The hour when the wolves were still hunting in the mountainside forests, actually. Very subtle prompt drop.

        Master Bai has some legends around himself in the Dojo. It’s also par for the course.

        The trick to the Gauntlet is not to make it through without injury. Only a Master can do that. The TRICK is to choose the least injury possible on the path through.

    4. On the one hand, it feels like defeating the purpose to scout ahead like this… But on the other hand, isn’t knowledge power? Isn’t it all about being prepared? Whether it’s to act in the moment, or knowing what’s coming? Isn’t gaining information on your enemy’s actions just as important as reacting to the unexpected?

      And especially with that last line, it sounds like he’s truly applying his lessons to the real world.

      Maybe if others did, it wouldn’t take them so long to pass.

      1. The Gauntlet is out in the open and anyone can study the dang thing when they have the time. People can watch other people running through it. This is just a more intense version of paying attention.

        My running theory is that very few Novices bother to wait, and passing the Gauntlet is usually a combination of Good Skill and Dumb Luck.

        1. Ah. That’s fair then. All the sneaking about made it seem a lot like he was sneaking behind the scenes to see stuff he wasn’t supposed to.

    5. Strong Berry Avatar
      Strong Berry

      This is very focused the hour part of the prompt which I did not see a lot of. I like how it seems that you need remember where everything is at al times, when in reality you just need patience.

      Good job!

      1. Remembering stuff is is also important 😀

  31. Silver
    By TTW

    I watch as the sun sets, smiling. “You guys up for a movie?” I ask everyone.

    “I’m down,” Mike replies.

    “I’m choosing!” Riley says, vaulting the couch and running inside.

    “In a minute,” Sam tells me. “I want to watch the moon rise first.”

    “Cool with me,” I say, not realizing that it sounds just a little too loud.

    As the tip of the moon peaks over the horizon, I start to sense more and more smells. Everything from Mike’s aftershave to the stray cat four blocks down. I’ve got a strange urge to chase it.

    “Woah, you okay?” Riley asks, looking at me. “You don’t look so good.”

    “There’s no need to yell,” I tell him as I scratch my arm. My leg, my back.

    “I didn’t yell,” He says as all colour drains from his face and the face of everyone else.

    “I’m SO ITCHY!” I howl.

    And as I do, I notice the moon. The full moon.

    “It’s a full moon out?” I bark. That’s not good. Not good at all.

    “You guys might want to back up,” I say, straining to keep my voice from growling.

    Here it comes.

    I scream in pain as thick hair sprouts from every possible place in my body. My nose elongates, and I grow a dozen more teeth than I should have. Canines.

    Even though I’m in immense pain, I still can’t help but laugh at that.

    My back hunches as my legs and arms reverse themselves. My ears crawl up my head, slowly changing to be pointier and floppy. My eyes adjust to my new vision, letting me recognize the grays and blacks of everything I see.

    I turn to my friends, smiling. “So, how about that movie?” I bark.

    1. This is a fun and exciting story. It has a vibe, and I genuinely love the imagery. The “crawls up my head” bit was genius. At first, I had no idea what was going on. The way that you built up to the finale and presented it? Top tier. Chasing the cat thing was a bit overplayed, but that’s usually how cats in storytelling are. Loved the story, nonetheless.

      Also, I kinda wasn’t paying attention at first, but the way this story is structured made it perfect for my personal reading style. Thank you for writing it.

    2. Shinigama Avatar
      Shinigama

      Love this! A good old wholesome lycanthrope who just wants to watch a movie with their friends. I wonder what the options were? An American werewolf in London? Teen Wolf? Dog Soldiers?

      I like the deadpan humorous twist on the prompt, especially the line about chasing the cat. A very funny story, well done!

  32. Tamela Redfin Avatar
    Tamela Redfin

    Missing She wolf

    By Tamela Redfin

    Salvador laughed as he looked at his fellow bikers and then his side cart with his newest puppy.

    “Another day, another dog fight club disbanded.” A member cheered. “And most of the pups are in good health.”

    “Here here!” Salvador cheered, opening a bottle. He poured drinks for his friends.

    He looked at Jerry, his old boyfriend. “Let’s not get drunk tonight.”

    “But Sal, that’s half the fun.” Jerry teased before seeing Salvador’s face fall. “Sal?”

    “I’m sick of drinking myself into a stupor, Jerry. Sure, I forget but the next morning, I’m sad and hungover.”

    Sal and Jerry went to their tent. “Is it about her? Sal, that was eleven years ago. You gotta let go.”

    “Didn’t you love her too?” Sal asked.

    Jerry nodded. “She was special but…”

    “I have a feeling she was pregnant when she left, Jerry. And I let her go without even seeing my child.”

    “Wait, why do you think that?” Jerry asked.

    “She was sick and tired a lot before she left. Also, I did a few things with her. Also, Salad is proof cyphas and humans can have children.”

    Jerry ran his finger through Salvador’s red hair. “Sal, where do you think she’d be? Truth is I was jealous of her at first, but I loved her too.”

    “I know but not even her sister, Salad, doesn’t know her whereabouts.” Salvador wiped his eyes.

    “A wolf pack sticks together. And we will find Jezebel. Somehow.”

    “Thanks, Jerry.” He smiled.

    1. Loving the idea of “Salad” as a nickname for Salvadore. It’s cute.

      Of course we know how this ends, more or less, given some other snippets we’ve seen. A patchy re-union and OMG twins, if I recall correctly. If not, then I probably have the wrong half-cyphas.

      I’m perfectly willing to be wrong about things.

      1. Tamela Redfin Avatar
        Tamela Redfin

        No, Salad is a separate character. Jezebel’s younger sister and part of the biker gang.

        In lore, Salad married Mike and had a child. One about 10 at this time. Adriana Vasquez.

        Yes, I do plan to continue with that idea of “Hi Sal. Nice to see you I guess. Listen, we have a son who knocked up (The American term, not the British) his girlfriend and she’s having twins. Welcome to the family.”
        despite the changes I’ve made. It’s too iconic.

        Thanks for the read.

    2. I like the dynamic of this duo. To be perfectly honest, I don’t know much about this universe. Although, it does sound very interesting.

      It’s cool how you imply things without really needing to add excessive details. The way you used the characters to explain the backstory was also exquisite.

  33. Film Night (Darkspell Universe)
    By Alex Nightingale (aka Spectre)

    The small group exited the cinema, deep in conversation. On their way out, they passed various signs and posters, including promotional material for the movie they’d just watched, depicting an animated wolf with a bright, silver moon in the background.

    “I have to admit,” Wagner said. “I really liked the way they presented lupine culture in this film. Whoever wrote it, clearly did their research.”

    “Isn’t the writer related to a werewolf?” Cynthia asked.

    “According to their biography, yes. And they consulted with various shifters to be as accurate as possible.”

    “Explains why the movie was years in the making,” Mia said, her familiar, Konrad, picking the remaining popcorn from her box. “What did you think, Daniel?”

    “The animation was… pleasant,” he said, his magenta eyes focused on the floor. “I confess, I don’t know enough about shifters or werewolves to really be able to judge.”

    “Well, this movie did a fantastic job at presenting it,” Wagner assured him, patting the demigod’s arm amicably. “I mean, they even included a scene with the Lunar Week.”

    “Does your family practice that?” Mia asked.

    “Sometimes.”

    Wagner went on, talking about the different nuances of werewolf culture. As a shuck, he was closely related to many and had grown up in a lupine home. Valerie watched her friends chat, remaining uncharacteristically quiet the entire time. She simply enjoyed everyone coming out of their respective shells.

    So, she just held Wagner’s hand and strolled out into the streets, past a sign reading ‘Half-price for students, pensioners and undead’. Cynthia had been in luck that the theatre had introduced the reduction for undead recently. Something caught Valerie’s eye and she pointed.

    “Oh, look. Uncannily Familiar come out in three months. Same studio that made Hour of the Wolf.”

    “A comedy about three familiars trying to survive in an apartment complex,” Konrad said, flapping his wings and throwing Mia a look.

    “Yes, I’ve already saved the date,” the witch said, scratching Konrad’s head.

    “Count me in,” Daniel said and one by one, the others gave their intentions to come.

    Valerie didn’t bother hiding her smile.

    1. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      Very light-hearted in a kinda of fantastical slice-of-life moment. A really curious choice for this particular prompt. Interesting choice, very fresh.

      Overall, I really like how it is written, and how each character come across. The conversation flows well, and it feels as if they are all engaged both with the movie they just saw, but also with each other and how they could had different perspectives on it.

      But here’s probably my main point of criticism about this piece – that conversation working in presenting that, to me at least it felt as if this story required either their different perception being at the forefront of the story (so, a deeper discussion on the movie through the eyes of t he characters) or a deeper discussion on shifter culture and how it was depicted in the media. Both ideas have a lot of potential, and these characters seem like great conveyors of each discussion – though I am well aware that any would be quite challenging to properly deal within the constraints of the word limit.

      Overall, I really liked the story, but this was one that felt particularly hurt by not having the length of deal with more of its elements…

      I particularly love the discussion at the heart of it, and how the other friends use the discussion of the movie as a springboard to get to know more of werewolf culture from Wagner.

      Great story, would love to look at a longer version of this one.

    2. I have to confess, the instant I saw a character named Wagner coming out of a cinema theatre, my mind instantly conjured Kurt “Nightcrawler” Wagner. I was wrong about that lol.

      I saw how you fit the prompt drop in there. Clever.

      I like the word “shuck” here. There’s a slang for the people who don’t have shifting powers or -I presume- any other ability. It speaks of a broader world and I love it.

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      DaLeen

      This was a very cute and heartwarming read. Just your everyday life being some kind of magical teenie group going to the movies; and I’m here for it.
      I may not really know any of the characters, but in this case it doesn’t take away from the story at all, it’s still very enjoyable. You wrote just enough about them to get the conversation. And it’s a very interesting one!

      (Too bad in our world people hardly put that much effort into a movie anymore…)

      Well, thank you for writing and sharing this story. I really like it.

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    Aracnarquista

    Hair of the dog
    by Aracnarquista

    Everything is filled with the drumming of my heart beat and the rushing of my own blood. I am getting more and more aware of my body.

    A dry thud and the smell of alcohol and anise brings me outward. There is a glass in front of me, and as I raise my head I am greeted by Bythos’s smile.

    “Here, man. To take the edge off. ”

    I’ve heard people that just met him tell that they could just rely on him, as if he was their oldest and truest friend. I am not most people. I have known Bythos for a long while, and he is one of the few people I can genuinely call a friend. That disarming effect is even stronger in me. I don’t just feel it – I know he is this person.

    And yet, this is one of those nights. I don’t feel safe. I feel excessive… rabid.

    “Far from me to tell you how to deal with it, but you can talk. To me, or just to yourself. Putting things to words helps us organize our feelings, give them some framing.”

    Deep breath. Can I still talk?

    “It is… not easy.”

    “I understand. Would you prefer if I do the talking? Try to take your mind from that spiral?”

    I don’t answer, but he knows I acquiesced. A second glass of the beverage joins the first one, and a bottle of water now sits on the bar.

    “You come here every month. In your most vulnerable state – yes, I know most people wouldn’t call that vulnerable. But I know you, and you know you. You think you are being a burden.”

    Bythos pours water in the spirits, and the clear liquid mixture turns a milky white.

    “Helping you is no burden, Luc. I love knowing you trust me to help you. You are the one who teaches me the most about trust. And I trust one day you will teach yourself to trust your inner wolf. Regardless of that, my bar will always be open for you. Full moon or not.”

    1. Oh wow this is so sweet <3 I love the "most people won't call you vulnerable in this state but I know you" line cause I mean, it kinda feels disarming losing control over your body and I can totally imagine Luc falling apart at the seams over this.

      I also enjoy the absinte reference I'm not sure if giving alcohol to a werewolf would make things better or worse since it lowers inhibitions but hey, apparently it has worked for some time now so I won't judge.

      I do wonder if Bythos is a bartender or if Luc went to his house, either would be a really nice scene but they have different vibes

      All in all excellent work as always

      1. Aracnarquista Avatar
        Aracnarquista

        Thanks a lot, Pumpkin. Also, great seeing you around!

        Yeah, this time I really wanted to emphasize two things: Luc discomfort with a difficult time, and the difference in how he sees having to rely on others and how Bythos feel about it.

        Usually, I’d say that whatever the reader find int he story, if it is not directly contradicted within the text itself, is a possibility in it – so it could be that he went to Bythos’s bar or to his house. this time, though, I will point out that Bythos is becoming a recurring character in some of my tales – he is a bartender, distiller and mixologist extraordinaire (and it is kind strange how most people just seem to feel at ease when around him). He is certainly a lot more than this (this is the one story where the part of his skills being extraordinaire was kind of downplayed), and I am having a blast developing this character.

        Thanks a lot for comment and kind words!

        1. Great to be here ^^

          Ooooh I’m a sucker for bartender characters I’m really curious about what you’re gonna do with him. He sounds like a joy already =D

    2. This is a really interesting take on the prompt. It really zeros in on the idea of a person’s wolf being a metaphor for their inner demons, which Luc seems to be struggling with.

      I really like how much you convey in this piece, both about Bythos and Luc. While we never find out exactly what Luc is struggling with, whether it’s mental health, something physical or a literal lupine transformation, it is clear that they are having a very difficult time and having a friend like Bythos help them is truly a blessing.

      Well done!

      1. Aracnarquista Avatar
        Aracnarquista

        Thanks a lot!

        I think in my first drafts I went a little more overt with the werewolf references. It was not a conscious choice, but with each new edit I think the whole situation become subtler and subtler, until it could be interpreted in a more literal or more metaphorical way. I liked where this went, but I wasn’t even aware that it had became that subtle until I read your comment – and I just love noticing it now. In fact, I believe if I bring Luc back for another story, I’ll probably try to keep it subtle, so that the ambiguity of his situation and the possibility of either he is dealing with something within himself that gets out of his control or he being a literal werewolf being ultimately decided by the interpretation of each reader.

        In fact, now that I just wrote the expression “a literal werewolf”, I’m inclined to write a story about a werewolf who works in the literary industry (maybe an editor or proof-reader), and he gets fierce and harsh in his jobs during full moons.

        I am even thinking on the consultants for the movie in your story! Hehehehe.

        Thanks a lot for the comment.

    3. Shinigama Avatar
      Shinigama

      Bythos is so sweet. We all need a friend like that, someone who is there for you no matter what state you’re in.

      It’s nice that this is not just a story about a savage werewolf going on a rampage. The lycanthrope narrator is someone vulnerable, someone desperate. This is a story about a Samaritan reaching out to help someone in need, rather than castigate a monster.

      A very nice story, well done!

      1. Aracnarquista Avatar
        Aracnarquista

        Thanks a lot.

        Yeah, I went into this one with the intent of making dealing with a personal problem (and with oneself being a problem, sometimes) the core of the story… and how we need to rely on friend for that. And I really wanted to emphasize the idea that although sometimes we feel like a burden to those close to us, sometimes this is just our view of a situation (and when in trouble, our view can be specially skewed). Bythos is a character I have used in some other stories and he so far has appeared as a very understanding guy – he seemed like a good conveyor of the message.

        And for those who had read the other stories he is in, this also paints some facets of him that were, so far, not disclosed.

        Thanks a lot for the comment, Shinigama!

    4. Strong Berry Avatar
      Strong Berry

      This is so wholesome. The story really makes you feel the protagonist’s fear of changing, and appreciate Bythos even more. Bythos is the ideal friend, always with you, no matter what. It warms my heart to see this beautiful friendship. The fact Bythos knows how the protagonist feels about transforming is a nice touch that again shows how well they know each other.

      Really nice story. Good job!

      1. Aracnarquista Avatar
        Aracnarquista

        Thanks a lot.

        I really wanted to explore the inner turmoil of one that does not trust oneself, and has to deal with how dangerous they can become… and how different the struggle might seem for him and his friends. I know a very difficult part of one’s own struggle is feeling as if we are burdens to others, and I just thought the prompt was perfect to engage in this particular idea.

        And I had a character I really wanted to show in that caring way, so it all worked out in the end.

        Thanks for the comment.

    5. DaLeen Avatar
      DaLeen

      Aww, it’s always lovely to read about friends who are this close. It’s obvious how long they know each other and that Bythos knows exactly what Luc needs – and that’s quite impressive in such a short story, if I’m honest. Good job with that, certainly. And it’s a really enjoyable tale, especially ending on something of a hopeful note. I like it.

      The only tiny critique I have is this line: “I feel excessive… rabid”; somehow this trips me up a little, I just can’t really say why. It doesn’t really detract from the story, just… yea. It feels a little weird?

      Still, very good story, thank you for writing and sharing it!

      1. Aracnarquista Avatar
        Aracnarquista

        Thanks a lot, DaLeen!

        I don’t think a lot of my stories point to something hopeful – but I really like when one of them comes up, and is appreciated. And this one came quite fast – I needed to write that one, I needed that particular story for that particular week. And it is always great when a story that touched me while I was writing it worked and touched others as well.

        And… yeah, I see how that line can break the flow and feel weird. I also think it reads a bit strangely. And to be quite honest, part of it is intentional (though I’m not particularly content with the phrasal construction): it got into that shape very far in the editing process, when I noticed that I had one word to spare (which made the “rabid” part appear there).

        It might be just a quirk of language or a quirk of trying to convey a strange sensation. But I agree, it reads strangely.

        Thanks a lot for the comment!

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