Writing Group: Weaving Fate

Hello Spinsters and Oracles!

Oh! Don’t mind me! I was just doing a little weaving. No, it’s no trouble! Sit, sit! I’m so glad you joined me. I was just thinking about you. Well, the tapestry has your face on it. I don’t know why, but it can’t be good because…

This week’s Writing Group prompt is:

Weaving Fate

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Fate is often seen as a mystical force that cannot be stopped or contained. However, many stories tell of beings who can and do just that, often depicting fate as a thread that can be spun, woven, and otherwise cut. Sometimes those two ideas exist in tandem: with the gods weaving fate, and the mortals beneath slaves to it. Which side will you choose to focus on in your stories this week? 

Many cultures depict destiny as the work of three or more mythical beings: the Greek Moirai, the Roman Parcae, the Norse Norns, even the Albanian Fatit. However, weaving fate in a more literal sense is not exclusive to the supernatural. In the Odyssey, Odysseus’s wife, Penelope, weaves by day and unravels by night to keep her suitors at bay until Odysseus returns. Perhaps it’s not the weaver that’s supernatural, but the weaving itself. “Weaving a spell” is a phrase for a reason.

The Egyptians intrinsically interweave fate throughout every aspect of their lives. For instance, Shai, the god of fate or destiny, is stated to be a personification for the fate of the human being, which begins at birth. This means that fate follows people from birth to death. Another staple Egyptian deity is the goddess Renenet, who is tied to worldly possessions. The Egyptians believe that pharaohs can take their material wealth with them into death, which they are fated to do, and it’s also why they’re buried with them. Sounds like carrying all of that would be quite heavy. 

Of course weaving is not exclusive to humans and gods, and fate need not be nearly as mystical as it sounds. Spiders are the most well-known weavers in the animal kingdom, and our mythology shows, from Uttu the Ancient Sumerian weaving goddess to the prideful Arachne of Greek myth to the Spider Grandmother of Hopi folklore. Maybe a spider is an important symbol in your character’s destiny. Perhaps your character is cornered, but a spider spins a web in the front of their hiding spot. Spiders are not alone in this ability either. Some African and Asian songbirds construct complex nests that earn them the moniker “weaver.” Maybe a bird will grant your character a great boon for their journey if they help it finish its nest. 

Weaving, however, is not the complete focus. Fate is a complicated topic; in some ways it’s about luck or chance, in other ways it’s about a predetermined event, and in still others it’s about suffering and woe. You could focus more on the aspect of fate in this prompt, and the different influences it might have on someone’s life. There are other myths that focus less on the weaver, and more on the thread; in some Asian myths, the threads of fate are more about love than overall destiny. In Chinese myth, the god of love and marriage ties a red thread to future lovers’ ankles. More than likely you’re familiar with the Japanese version, which sees the man’s thumb tied to the woman’s little finger. In Jewish folk tradition, a red thread bracelet wards off curses. Maybe your character notices a thread on them they haven’t seen before. Do they follow it? Where will it lead if they do? Will it lead to their soulmate, or to their doom? Or, instead, do they try to cut it? Can they cut it?

I have two potential challenges for you this week. The first is to write about a character going against fate. As I said earlier, fate is often seen as something that can’t be stopped or contained, and a lot of the myths (or, more accurately named, tragedies) where fate is a woven thing explore this idea. But is it possible to unravel your own fate? To weave it again yourself? 

The other challenge I have is to write about the mundane ways in which fate is woven in our lives. I think “weaving fate” is a prompt that automatically brings grand ideas of supernatural powers and prophecies to our minds…but what are the more simple and gentle (but no less important) ways in which fate makes herself known in our lives? What are the butterflies we are stepping on, or else nurturing, each day? 

Remember, these challenges aren’t mandatory! They are meant to be a fun bonus if you’d like to have a little extra challenge. But, if you don’t want to use them, please don’t feel obligated to!

Oh, yes, the tapestry! You wanted to know why it can’t be good. Well, weaving fate lends itself to exploring magic and wonder…but it creates opportunities to bind and ensnare as well. I’m not quite certain what this means for your path, but all I can say is, be mindful of which you take. If you don’t make your own choices, someone…or something else may choose for you. 

—Pearce, Felicia, & Kaylie

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97 responses to “Writing Group: Weaving Fate”

  1. Beneath the hallowed canopy of justice
    In whispered tones, the story told recasts,
    Where solemn trust and duty gently knit
    The yarn of faith unraveling so fast.

    Looms a shadow deep with stark injustice,
    A specter clad in the raiment of betrayed,
    That stains the honour that the true hearts fit,
    And on sacred ground its darkness is laid.

    In halls of learning where fresh minds take flight,
    Corruption’s seedling quietly resides,
    Guided by wisdom’s patient, nurturing hand,
    Betrayal, a thorny rose that pricks all sides.

    A ghostly presence, breeding dark despite,
    Heart’s memory, the silent wraith of trust,
    Mar the pure annals of youth’s tender land,
    In this eternal slumber, lays down the just.

    The Silent Weft

  2. MasaCur Avatar
    MasaCur

    The New God of Reality
    By MasaCur

    I have trapped myself.

    A week ago, I bought myself a new notebook. The store I bought it at didn’t seem to recall stocking it, but we negotiated a price, and it came home with me.

    I started the story with a death. I had picked a violinist who was popular several years ago, just on a whim. Imagine my surprise when I read the next day that she had died here, in Yokohama, the victim of a car accident.

    It seemed too much of a coincidence to be merely coincidence.

    I tried to see if I could do it again. I wrote something good for myself this time. I wrote about meeting a publisher that would be interested in my book concept.

    That night, I met a publishing editor at a party. After a small conversation, he asked me to email him a copy of my outline and the first two chapters.

    This couldn’t be a power innate to me. Nothing like this had happened to me before. I surmised it had to be the notebook. No other explanation would account for it.

    I proved my theory right when I tried to write a new destiny in another book. A week went by without a result.

    This new notebook had turned me into a god. I could bend reality to my bidding.

    I could shape the fate of the world if I desired it.

    I should have been horrified by this. But the desire to make this story happen was too compelling.

    But I was now trapped as well.

    The story had to continue. I had to write it. If I stopped, perhaps the world would come to an end.

    The die had been cast, and my fate had been determined as well.

  3. Neko mori mori Avatar
    Neko mori mori

    Wish in the library
    By neko mori

    Have you heard the rumor in a forgotten corner of the library, hidden away and lit by candlelight at 12 o’clock at night? There’s a specter able to grant any wish your heart desires.
    But that’s just a rumor…

    A naive fool ranting 6 o’clock in the morning.
    “I’ve had enough of your words your rhymes
    your tales
    your riddles.
    Can you help me or not?”

    The curly-haired ghost replied, “What you want
    is not what you need
    and what you need
    you do not d.”

    “Again with the words, words, words…
    So the rumors were wrong. There’s no such thing as a wish-granting ghost…
    No such thing as magic.
    No such thing… as L.”

    The room started shaking, shadows growing and crawling, shaking and eating the remaining light.
    Hideous laughter echoed around, leaving a faint whisper behind the curly-haired ghost.
    “Decade by decade
    they listened less and less, like moths around a flame.
    You can’t save them all.
    That’s your fate
    from the start.”

    Blink.

    The shaking stopped, the candle flickering. All was as it should be, except for a thick red string laying on the table.

    The ghost
    unwilling to look him in the eyes continued
    “The red string of fate.
    Does bind are forever bond together one way or another
    inlife as well as death.”

    A shaking, naive boy was left speechless as he took the string without a word,
    leaving never to return again?

    Alone again, she waits for her next client, for this is her fate.
    Too injured to keep it at bay

    1. Neko mori mori Avatar
      Neko mori mori

      Thanks for the advice ill do my best for next time

      1. Xavier21 Avatar
        Xavier21

        I almost thought that you got your feelings hurt because I didn’t see you story again. If that’s what happened, I don’t mean to do that, sorry. I hope I didn’t critique your story too harshly.

        1. Neko mori mori Avatar
          Neko mori mori

          Not at all I loved it .
          You made my day .
          I accidentally removed it wail editing

  4. Celestial tour
    By Pumpkin (who is an hour late and aware of it but since I started I wanted to finish it)

    “In the next room, you’ll find the weavers of fate creating marvellous tapestries of human lives. Friends, family, lovers, even enemies get weaved together into stunning colourful formations.” the guide explains telepathically “Now, we’ll have a look inside but I urge you not to disturb the weavers, they need the utmost focus for their work.”

    I roll my eyes. Can’t we just skip ahead to the snacks and afterparty? My family isn’t even in the weaving business, so what do I care?

    The room sounds angry as we walk in with the monotonous crash of beaters on thread.

    “Why is there a hole in that one?” someone in the back asks and the group collectively groans.
    If you don’t even know that why are you even here?

    The guide explains “Connections lost can affect the weave. Normally other threads will keep the piece together and life will continue largely uninterrupted. but sometimes-”

    Right, I’m not wasting my time on stupid, there must be something interesting in this place, right?

    And then I spot a closed door.
    That’s odd.
    Why close a door unless you have something to hide?
    Meaning it’s surely more interesting than anything out here.

    Beyond the door, it smells like dust and bits of yarn.
    They’re weavers for sure, but different.
    The cloth in the weaver’s hands looks like haphazardly knotted lace, strings barely holding together.
    At her feet lay the rest, but the threads have snapped, untangled and stretched making the connection tenuous at best.
    Her hands work frantically. Pulling loose threads from the mess and knotting them back in at the frayed edges.

    I pull up an eyebrow “You know that’s just gonna cause deya-vu’s right?”

    The weaver doesn’t even look up as she bites “Of course I know.”

    “Where is your loom weaver?”

    “Broken.”

    “Where are your threads?”

    “Dead.”

    “And yet you keep going?”

    “yes.”

    “Why?’

    The weaver shrugs “Because she hasn’t given up yet, and I’m not giving up for her.”

    “But-” a voice appears inside my mind.

    “Would Luci kindly rejoin the group again? We’d like to continue on our tour.”

    1. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      That was tragically beautiful, Pumpkin.

      And I love that the framing device of the tour allows for that image, that moment and that conversation, to be like a loose thread as well. The lonely weaver, one of the multiple hands of fate carefully fighting a lost battle against fraying… since her subject is still fighting as well. “Because she hasn’t given up yet, and I’m not giving up for her.” This is incredibly beautiful, and it paints a very refreshing image of fate – not impersonal and above all, but caring and strangely close (even in suffering).

      And the whole thing about the narrator being quite jaded to the whole guided tour is quite interesting as well. Who could be so unfazed while visiting the place where fate itself is weaved?

      As always, excellent work, Pumpkin. Thanks a lot for sharing!

  5. The factory
    by himaji

    The factory. Many legends entwine around this place, but only those who have entered it truly know what it is and what it stands for. Some just guess, others create whole theories around it but since the first appearance on the Baker Street nobody came close to the truth.

    The factory, that much Theobald the XVI. knew, was a mystical place but a factory no less. The assembly line started with the thread dispenser. From that it first went over to the Refiners, which straightened every mistake and perfected the thread. It was mostly old women who sat there, each correcting a thread every minute. There were about 240 of them, just enough to keep the system running smoothly. Some of them were widows which had nothing else to do, others simply didn’t have enough coin to provide for the family if they didn’t work.

    After the threads had been touched up they then went to the distributor a machine which inspected each of the threads very carefully, with all of its thickenings and turns before he assigned a new life a new thread.

    These assigned threads were then given to the weavers. They were little beings, no larger than birds, which the normal worker only rarely got to see. These small fairy like beings took the thread and vanished into the tapestry room.

    There they carefully weaved every individual thread into the grand tapestry of fate which controlled every human being, connecting them with their family, their future friends, wives, husbands, enemies and allies.

    At the same time old threads which were already crumbling and dissolving got cut and quickly removed from the tapestry. Some notable threads went to the preservers, which laid them in special chemicals which made them durable enough to be transported to the foundry where their lifes got used for stories and legends.

    Only one human ever saw the tapestry, Theobald the II. , the founder of the factory. He once described the tapestry as a mess of colours no human could ever see, woven in a complex pattern no human would ever understand.

    1. Arith_Winterfell Avatar
      Arith_Winterfell

      Ending the story on “the tapestry as a mess of colours no human could ever see, woven in a complex pattern no human would ever understand” is an interesting image the idea of the fundamentally unknowable nature of reality from a limited human experience really adds a flavor of nice mysticism to the story. Beyond that the story flowed well as a whole also. As readers we follow the introduction into mystery with the question of the nature of the factory. Following each of the steps of the factory from threads, to mundane workers, to the magical fairy workers, and into the tapestry itself (with a nice nod to the Tale Foundry stories) and closing out with the afore mentioned image. All in all, nicely done!

  6. Aspen (formerly LanaMae) Avatar
    Aspen (formerly LanaMae)

    The Witches Riches by Aspen Ford

    Weaving,and weaving all day, I hate it, I am angry that I am eternally weaving, the worst kind of hell I can imagine. My life was bad enough, my coven constantly making me weave fabric for the witches of the convent . Each of them , including a special ingredient in the weave. An herb,a potion ,a certain energy.

    Then I died now I am stuck weaving fate for the witches until I earn my way back to earth. It feels like eternity, I have been weaving for decades , adding strands to extend their lives as instructed by the divine being.

    I really want to cut the cord,but I don’t know what that would bring down upon me. Probably something bad. I watch them from my prison. Destroying other people, forcing the newest weaver into my old task.

    I have added a few strands to his life as well. I am fed up, today is the day. I am cutting the witches cords, after I add my special ingredients to their weave, boils, toads, and raining blood .

    Lame I know, cheap Hollywood crap, but I am planning on enjoying it. I reach for the ingredients for the boils first and watch in glee as they scream at their reflection.

    Then I grab the toads strand and weave them in, laughing silently as they are surrounded by toads and cornered against the walls of their convent.

    The final act before I completely break the rules. I weave in the raining blood . The witches cry out and scream falling apart and kneeling on the ground as the blood covers them completely head to toe.

    My last act is coming, I cut the cord and finish my weave , the witches fall to the ground completely and die. Suddenly the door to my room bursts open and I am snapped up by boney hands and thrown back to earth.

    I landed at the convent and rescued the new weaver, taking him away from there and setting him up for life with the witches riches.

    1. Very interesting and compelling story idea. I liked the idea of having three kind of punishments before then killing them. A thing or two which I noticed though were that first of all in the very first sentence you could possibly use periods instead of commata, it would sound a bit nicer. Also the mention of hollywood really threw me off as I connected your story with a more fantastic world, maybe a thousand years before our time. That doesn’t mean of course that it is bad.

    2. Adrian Solorio Avatar
      Adrian Solorio

      Hi Aspen,

      This is a great idea you have here. It’s a bit reminiscent of an old fairy tale, something like Rapunzel.

      A couple things you may consider working on as you continue to write:
      1. This story is a lot of exposition (telling), rather than showing (action/movement/dialogue). Summary is great, but best when used in conjunction with showing.

      Adding a second character and using them as a soundboard and point of conflict for your POV character could really spice things up and bring us into the present moment. For instance, maybe your POV character is debating what she should do, with her only friend–a mouse–that she found in the dungeon/tower/prison, and now she talks to like it’s a person.

      Also, I’d remove the mention of Hollywood. It breaks the world immersion when something like that pops up. I was left wondering when and where this story was taking place.

      Don’t be discouraged. Keep at it, stay consistent and your skills will develop.

  7. Fate’s Power
    By Sullas

    Talk to anyone and they will tell you that the prophecies our order creates are the result of fleeting glimpses of the future. To them prophecies are nothing but a spectator sport that one must be born into, but they lack ability to see beyond what we show them. Prophecies are not experienced, they are forged through tireless effort and planning.

    When we warn of wrathful gods, the nobles can only see the blasphemers perishing under the weight of their sins. They do not see the poison we hide up our sleeves. When we say fate denies a king’s rule, the nobles see a kingdom crumble. They do not see our knives at the king’s throat. The truth is that prophecy is not the act of looking into the future it is the act of obscuring what has already been done.

    Nobles are a capricious sort and hard for mortal men to control, but prophecy can tame the wildest of souls. A man can’t tell a nobleman what to do without losing a head. But prophecy can bring ruin upon a nobleman and he will have no choice but to accept his ruin. Man’s belief that fate can’t be controlled gives us the greatest control we could ever hope for. Long ago a king recognized that the power of rule can only go so far. So he made us to use the power of fate to control what he couldn’t, but kings are just are capricious as nobles and soon fate declared him an enemy as well.

    Fate has set us free from the shackles of the king and his nobles, but our work is far from over. People need constant reassurance of the power of fate. Belief is what gives us power and it is the only thing that can take our power away. Were we to grow lax in our duties, people will begin to believe that they could defy fate. Once fate is defied all we have crumbles away, so we must dedicate all we are to weaving fate.

  8. Adrian Solorio Avatar
    Adrian Solorio

    Brother Bound
    By Adrian Solorio

    “Let me die,” Junior said, struggling to sit up. “Save my brother.” The words were a rasping gurgle. The nurse pushed him down, gently, and took hold of his arm, rolling back the tattered sleeve. She hovered over him while the doctor spoke, fast and hushed. Lost control, he said. The younger brother we probably can’t save, but this one—this one still has a chance.

    The doctor poked a needle into Junior’s arm, and as his strength faded and his vision dimmed, he thought of his brother. Where was he? Was he alive? Why had he come back?

    ***

    “What’d you do to me?” Junior shot to his feet, sending the flimsy chair thudding to the carpeted floor. “Where’s my brother?” he said, glancing around the room.

    “You pulled a card,” the old crone said, “and saw what your future holds. Just as I promised.” In one graceful swoop she swept the cards off the table, and they vanished into one of the many folds of her dark dress. Her tattooed hands rested on the russet-colored table, tap-tapping, and she watched him, a small smirk pulling at her lips. “As far as your dear brother, well, he’s wherever you left him. You came here alone, remember?”

    Junior remembered. His brother had stayed home from the fair. He was home safe. What he’d seen wouldn’t happen yet. There was time. “How do I change it?” he asked.

    “Didn’t like what you saw?” the woman answered. “Well, you’re not the first, and you certainly won’t be the last. Unfortunately, you can’t change—”

    “I will.” Junior bolted from the tent before she could finish and disappeared into the night. Disappeared from the town and from his family. For many years after he remained gone. Becoming a memory—a ghost. Running from a future he couldn’t outlast or escape. He grew old. Became tired. Forgetful. He went on until he forgot why he had gone in the first place, and then, he returned home.

    “How about a drink?” he said, and hugged his brother at the door. “To catch up on lost time.”

    1. Lee Strangely Avatar
      Lee Strangely

      This feels like what would be the ending to a “exploring the path not taken” type of story similar to something like the Doctor Who episode “Turn Left.” The jump from the vision of the future back to the present I at first thought was a bit jarring, but reading the whole thing over, I think it kinda works for this story as it puts the audience into a similar moment of confusion and fear that Junior is in. I do feel that the ending, despite making perfect sense for to happen, feels a little rushed and condensed (oh sometimes I hate that pesky word limit…). Overall, I think you wrote a good story. Thanks for sharing!

      1. Adrian Solorio Avatar
        Adrian Solorio

        Thanks for commenting and sharing your thoughts. Much appreciated 👍🏽

        I’ll do you a solid and reciprocate 😉

    2. I really liked this story, I would love to know more, it’s implied certainly. I liked the flow of the story. It kept me wanting to read more. The future can be changed perhaps but not fate. We just delay fate.
      I find myself hoping though that they will find a way.
      I enjoy things like this very much.
      Thanks for sharing this story.

  9. Iskritt Avatar
    Iskritt

    Your Fate and Mine (Reality Itself)

    By: Iskritt

    Hello. I was not expecting that we would meet this way. I have my entire reality in my hands, but your reality remains an eternal mystery. I am Fate, named by the gods after the very thing I control, just as I named them so long ago.

    They have gotten rebellious recently. Time has seen enough to know the futility of their efforts, and they have taught Life the same lesson, but the rest have been challenging the destiny I have created for them. They will always fail, I have accounted for everything. Regardless, maybe it’s time for a new reality, new fates to be discovered and potential to be realized. It’s been a while since I’ve had some fun.

    I wonder what it’s like for the gods, having so much power, yet never fully in control. I am always above them, weaving their fate to my own liking. I feel bad sometimes, but amazing at others.

    I wonder what it’s like for the mortals, only able to speculate about what lies beyond their limited views. They try so hard, but in the grand story, it can never truly mean anything.

    I wonder what it’s like for the lower consciousnesses, the flora and fauna unable to see beyond the necessities. They live to survive and maintain the existence of the next generation. I wonder if it’s more peaceful, or if it’s torment to experience.

    I affect all of them. Whether they like it or not, whether they know it or not, my will overrides their own. Then again, I am not in complete control either. You are here, in a reality above my own, with a different fate than one I could ever conceive.

    I wonder what it’s like for you. Witnessing these realities form and unravel. Weaving new wills from the threads of your own experience. I see the fates of others spread out before me, but my own remains forever out of reach, unknowable. Possessed by something I could never hope to know.

    I would try to fight, but I know it’s useless. I have seen others try.

  10. WriterOfThought Avatar
    WriterOfThought

    The 5,000 Year Stitch
    WriterOfThought

    The Moon fell back on her nightcarven throne. The Sun had risen, and she could rest for a day. However, she had far too much to do.

    She pulled out her needle and silvery thread and continued the arduous process she had begun on her garment. As she threaded the needle, she thought of her friends among the pantheon, the ones she had made, and the ones she had yet to meet. They would all have their part to play.

    The first several stitches were simple. A Prodigy would be needed, but mortals could rarely handle having their life expanded. The undead that ravaged the lands was evidence enough of that.

    Looping the thread back inside the knot for security, she had her answer. Not simply one Prodigy, but several. And if elves, being the longest lived of the mortals, could live for 800 years, then expanding that to a thousand wouldn’t be too long for their minds to handle.

    The stitch began to twist and take on more complex shapes. She would have to be meticulous in this portion. No matter which way she tried to position the thread, she kept getting knotted. This portion would come with much strife. She even pricked her thumb with the needle while trying to untangle it. Blood would stain this Prodigy.

    She made the ultimate choice to continue her stitch, darning the fabric of time. If she went back now to try and fix it, the whole thing would unravel.

    The final portion was deceptively easy. All of her work on the first four sections had positioned her to finish the garment perfectly. The thread blended itself into the fabric in such a way that she couldn’t tell it apart from the others. This last Prodigy would look no different than anyone else of his time.

    She wound the thread at the end of the garment, making sure the knot would not unravel, no matter what happened to it. She pricked herself once more, and cast a small flame. The wax sealed the thread, as she sealed the next 5 eons.

    1. Lee Strangely Avatar
      Lee Strangely

      Pardon my pun, but this story and all it’s elements are woven together really well. The descriptions and detail are great. It’s got a perfect flow and reads very smoothly. I like how in this story, unlike other I’ve seen so far that primarily focus on just the person doing the weaving (myself included), you also gave a glimpse into exactly what exactly was being woven; you showed how each action directly correlated with the event(s) being formed, and I think that’s really cool. I also liked the added touch of Fate having an opinion other than indifference or the “it is not my place to interfere” kind of attitude most prevalent in stories that do stuff like this. Overall I think you’ve done a fantastic job here!

    2. I think the thing I like the most about this is how the thread of Fate seems to be fighting her, which honestly makes sense.

      The world definitely sounds like the sort a fantasy adventure would take place in. The kind filled with Adventurers.

      I’m curious what you mean by a “Prodigy”. And saying it would take many of them, kind of lends support to the idea that it’s a world of Adventurers doing great deeds. But it also sounds like the Prodigies are specifically the Elves. Was that what you meant? Or was that something else?

      1. WriterOfThought Avatar
        WriterOfThought

        This is a taste into the world my campaign exists in, yes!

        She gets her idea of how long they live from elves but a Prodigy can be any race.

  11. Reinkarnitor Avatar
    Reinkarnitor

    Choose your fate

    by Reinkarnitor

    Fate.

    Emma was always certain that it had to be that.

    Ever since she came to be.

    Untouchable, unreachable. But also never able to touch or reach anyone else.

    For a long time she could not even remember how she came to be. She just…was at a certain point. Tasked with protecting this city, punishment for a crime she could not even remember.

    It was either that or the flames of hell. That’s what she was told.

    Fate.

    Emma was always certain that it had to be that.

    To pick familiars, so she could do her duty in the physical world.

    To be betrayed by those familiars. It happened every time. Sooner or later they all thought they could misuse the power they gained through her.

    To hell she sent all of them.

    It had to be fate.

    But then she met that young man. She noticed him as soon as he set foot into her city.

    And she picked him, even tricked him, for he did not care for her power. But that only made her want him more. Maybe such a human would not betray her…for a while.

    Much time has passed since then and much has changed between them.

    That young man challenged angels and devils themselves…for her.

    That young man found out the truth…for her.

    That young man gave her the chance to rest. The thing she always wanted.

    “So?” he asked. “It is your choice.”

    Choice…she never had a choice…she only ever had her fate. She told him that.

    “I’ll challenge that fate” he said. “I’ll challenge it for you. So?”

    He could not. Fate could not be changed. She told him that.

    “You choose your own fate” he said. “And no matter what you choose, I’ll stay with you until the very end.”

    With that he offered her his hand.

    Maybe…just maybe this human was right.

    Maybe…just maybe she could choose her fate.

    And so she did. She chose to stay. Because with him, it was no fate she dreaded.

    She told him that.

    1. WriterOfThought Avatar
      WriterOfThought

      I know I’ve seen the name “Emma” before among your stories but I must confess that I didn’t read any closely enough to know who the character is.

      But I love her struggle with expecting to be betrayed. For one who feels like a god, this challenge is incredibly human.

      I also love the thru line of the telling. “That’s what she was told” and “she told him that”. It adds a rhythm to your story that feels like the end of a stanza even though this isn’t poetry.

      Excellent work.

    2. Choosing fate sounds nice, the idea of choice in the future sounds divine, I enjoyed the flow of the story, I was hoping for a happy ending to her fate and I wish I could read more about her future. I hope they live happily ever after.
      The man in the story sounds like he loves her very much. Since he is willing to challenge fate for her. Thanks for sharing this story with us.

  12. If You Really Wanna See (Chronicles of The Dragon)
    By Makokam

    Jaime walked down the street, following the directions on their phone.

    The directions sent them down an alley, though there were no signs that said there was anything down there. Sure enough, almost halfway down the alley there was a door with a glass window bearing the words “Sister Psychic: Guides To Your Future.”

    Jaime gripped the knob and was surprised it actually turned and opened.

    Inside it was small, room with a bell on the counter and a doorway with bead curtains. Unsure of what else to do, they rang the bell.

    “One moment!”

    Soon a black woman with graying dreads pulled back into a ponytail stepped through. She walked up and leaned on the counter. “How can I help you?”

    “I’m…here about a guide to my future.”

    “That’s why anybody is here. What future are you looking for?”

    “Oh. I… want to know what I should pick for my college major.”

    The woman blinked at them. “That’s it? No dream career? A desire for wealth? Someone you want to marry?”

    “Uh, no. Just the major will be fine.”

    “So when you ask what major to pick, you mean which will give you the best future?”

    “I… yeah.”

    “Fine,” she sighed, “Fifteen dollars,” and held out her hand.

    Jaime counted out the money. She took it and then pulled out a large sheet of paper, that easily took up half the counter. “You sure you only want the major? I’m gonna have to look pretty far into your future to get the answer anyway.”

    “I’m sure.”

    “Okay. Give me your hand.”

    Jaime put their hand in hers, then closed her eyes. After several minutes, she opened them and wrote, “Bio-mechanical engineering.” She folded the paper up and handed it to them. “There you go.”

    Jaime looked at it and said. “You sure? Neither of those are my thing.”

    She chuckled. “Oh, it’s not going to be fun at all. But it’ll get you the best endings. Trust me.”

    Jaime shrugged. If they decided to switch later, they only wasted fifteen dollars. “Thank you,” and they turned and left.

    1. WriterOfThought Avatar
      WriterOfThought

      This was a super cute story. Being led to believe that Jaime was in a sort of existential crisis (for why else do people visit fortune teller) only to see an indecisive teenager trying to plan the best future for themselves.

      I’m glad to say that I can’t relate as much to Jaime in this situation, but I can relate to being indecisive and wishing that literally anyone else could make the decision for me.

      Excellent job. I’m glad to get to know this universe better.

      1. Thank you muchly!

        This was kind of a fun one because it’s the least connected to anything else I’ve written since my very first story. But it was also nice to be able to show people with powers doing relatively normal stuff.

        Honestly, it would have been nice to delve deeper into Jaime being indecisive, but I had so much to cut out just to fit THIS.

        1. WriterOfThought Avatar
          WriterOfThought

          Indecisive characters are a lot of fun (and highly relatable tbh. I also struggle with indecision). Jynn from my story-verse is the indecision I suffered from brought to life, but I haven’t been able to focus much on it in the prompts.

          I totally understand having to cut out a bunch to fit the word count. I had to sacrifice a few character references in my own prompt in order to fit it.

          But I could talk your ear off about indecisive characters. We could take this conversation to DMs if you’d like to continue discussing.

          1. It’s certainly something we could talk about, but Jaime isn’t someone we’ll be seeing again, unless I have a REALLY REALLY good reason to. They’re just there to be a view point for Sister Psychic.

    2. Arith_Winterfell Avatar
      Arith_Winterfell

      Interesting side exploration into your universe. In a setting filled with actual mages, superheroes, etc. here we have a simple (but presumably accurate) fortune teller. We see a glimpse into a side element of the world, a common question a student would ask trying to figure out their larger future (What major to choose?) and a interesting answer how it may not be Jamie’s thing, but it gets “the best endings”. The story raises some interesting questions too. What do people who can actually read the future do in a mundane world? How do their instructions shape the actual playing out of events in the world’s timeline? A very interesting story! 🙂

    3. I can NOT remember who Jaime is in your universe but I get the feeling that several clusterfucks between them and the best future they said they wanted.

      Interesting to see a prophecy that’s so direct and easy to decipher. Then again, human nature is also to distrust that sort of thing.

      They’ll find out. FOR SURE they will find out.

  13. Arith_Winterfell Avatar
    Arith_Winterfell

    “Shaping the Field” (Aethryn Setting) (CW: War and Violence)

    By: Arith_Wintefell

    General Akanis stood upon the ridge watching the valley below. Already scattered with the bodies of the dead the valley had been a battlefield not so long ago, and was now about to be again. The rebel force’s army, mostly hairy muscle-bound goblin men, had massed at the other side of the wide green valley. Akanis’s Alinian Legions were ready at his command. The skies were clouded with the rumble of thunder in the distance, but no rain. A cool wind blew over the ridge.

    In this moment, General Akanis thought, the lives of so many men hung in the balance. Most would pray to the gods regarding their fate. In this moment though, it was Akanis’s choices that would decide the fate of this battle.

    “Now,” Akanis ordered simply.

    The Alinian Legions marched in organized lines across the grassy field. The other side broke into a disorganized charge against the Legions’ ranks with a loud battle cry. The pounding of their feet against the soil matching the distant thunder.

    “Hold the line!” Akanis ordered. The Legionary ranks halted readied against the coming onslaught. Akanis turned quickly and nodded to the dark robed mage sent by the Arcane Order. The wizard turned to the gathered circle of mages behind the ridge and led them in the ritual. Akanis turned his attention back to the valley below.

    The roar of the rebel side crashed like waves against the Legions’ line and pressed against their shields slavering for blood. Ogres within the rebel ranks waded forward swinging their great clubs sending men’s broken bodies flying as they struggled to break the Legions’ ranks and discipline.

    The line was holding and now it was the Legions’ move. A shudder moved among the rebel horde. A rustle of movement, as hundreds of dead men rose from the soil clawing at the rebel forces. Some of the undead even clambering up the ogres’ bodies. The rebel forces broke down turning inward into wild melee, and at Akanis’s word the organized Legionary ranks swept over the field.

    1. This was a really interesting story.

      I’m curious if the dead bodies at the start were effectively sacrificed to ensure a later victory. That would tie this more into the “weaving fate” idea, but I don’t know if that’s what you were actually going for.

      Either way, it was a really cool scene.

    2. “In this moment, General Akanis thought, the lives of so many men hung in the balance. Most would pray to the gods regarding their fate. In this moment though, it was Akanis’s choices that would decide the fate of this battle.”

      This was a really nice paragraph very well written in my opinion, a highlight for me.

      I would maybe replace the ordered in ““Hold the line!” Akanis ordered.” for a different verb like “shout” because you used it before.

      This is nitpicking though as your story is really well written as always. I also like the tactical aspect, also in regard to the other comment by makokam.

  14. The cartographers notebook Avatar
    The cartographers notebook

    Graduation day
    by The Cartographers notebook

    I’m on the train. Sitting, stirring my legs about to get some feeling back into them. The clock is 10.30.

    “Gods… What the hell am I doing?”, I whisper to myself as the train departs another station.

    The morning sun has been overtaken by grey clouds outside, sipping past me as the train’s velocity increases.
    I check my phone. Another message. Probably from Jacob. I leave it unread. Nothing I won’t already realize myself.
    It’s graduation day, and I’m spending it zipping across the countryside, rather than collecting the result of 6 years worth of toil.
    “What kind of an idiot must you be?”, they would ask. Mom. Dad. My older, more successful, more handsome, more everything, brother Jacob, and then of course my teachers. What must they be thinking?

    “Get it together. This is right.”

    Another station. The clock has rounded 12.30. I had to turn off the noise on my phone back when we reached the border. Too many worried looks from the other passengers.
    It’s not that I don’t understand their concern. A kid with a schoolbag, dressed in their finest clothes, suddenly boards a train and rides it without any indication that they intend to ever depart, suddenly starts getting continuous message notifications, all the while pointedly ignoring them.

    15.30. The messages have stopped but swapped for voicemails. Real gut punchers. One from Mom almost made me doubt. Maybe I could give them another chance, but then again, I could never be. Happy that is. Fulfilled.

    23.30. I look up at the map. The routes form a net, almost like a pattern weaved out of colored tracks. I’ve reached the bottom. It’s dark outside, with stars like the space between letters on a page.
    The end of the line.
    No more pattern.
    No more pretending.
    No more expectations.
    “Next stop: everything.”

    1. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      I really liked the idea of the train routes forming a weave, and the protagonist riding them as they decide on their next step or losers himself in the possibilities that the web of possible initial destinations open up. This kind of feels like a modern interpretation of The Fool tarot card in written form, and it is beautifully written.

      There is something quite anxiety inducing in reading it… I can feel the struggle for not taking the phone to know what the messages say fighting with the urge to disconnect from the train net and reconnect with the phone web… and all it entails in that particular life. What will the new one be? We have absolutely no idea, but we are still betting on it.

      And that ending is quite poetic and beautiful.

      This was a very well-crafted story, and an amazing take on the prompt. I love it. Thanks for sharing.

      1. The Cartographers notebook Avatar
        The Cartographers notebook

        Thank you so mutch! I’m glad that the story still made sense within the confines if the prompt. I was a little worried in that point that it had gotten too abstract, but It worked out😁
        Thanks for your time!

  15. Xavier21 Avatar
    Xavier21

    Hidden Protector of Mankind
    By Xavier Twentyone

    “Do you believe in fate?” someone asked.

    “I do not know,” the other answered.

    “You see… it is certainly true that you believe in fate. After all, it is fate herself that has been weaving her fingers across your life in the span of centuries,” said the Witch.

    “Certainly,” said the Knight.

    Both of them started to become silent ever since. It was an ordinary thing to do between them when they had nothing to matter other than wait for the Witch to finish her weaving. This time, it was in New York City, America, where they met for the first time in six years. There was a cataclysmic event about to happen.

    “There, finish. Now, 25 days from today, there will be a terrorist attack by a Muslim radicalist group in Time Square. I must say, this is pretty astonishing even for a terrorist attack. You think you can handle it this time around? Not like the 9/11 tragedy?”

    “I must try,” said the Knight.

    The Knight then took the garment that the Witch had finished weaving. It was more of an ancient clothing that people in the past might have called himation, or more or less a cloak. It was a type of clothing that people in ancient Greece wore from day to day. It was a simple call back to their pasts where things are much different from today.

    “I will look at it more closely later. I must leave,” said the Knight.

    “Hmmm, very unusual for you. Don’t tell me someone like you have some ‘other business’ to attend to?” teased the Witch.

    “For how many years has passed. Twenty, a hundred, five hundred, a thousand. Finally, I am going to die!”

    “Yes you will, you can finally die. Congratulation. After this labor, you can finally be free from your duty.”

    The Knight almost proceeded to leave the Witch’s apartment, until he realized something.

    “How about you? When will you die?” asked the Knight.

    The Witch only looked at him with a mischievous smile.

    “Oh sweet dear, I still need to find your replacement soon enough.”

  16. Crisis of Fate

    By Galer

    “Hey, sometimes you wonder if you become obsolete,” said the woman with melancholy in her voice against a man sitting on the other side of the abstract bar table. “I meant everything, feel like it was in my control. Even their petty little lives and conflicts”

    “And then they suddenly did things that weren’t even predicted or made by my design,” She said, her long red hair flowing on her face. “I was angered at first and punished them or played games with them. How dare they go against my design? But they keep going doing unpredictable things!”

    “I keep going, with the same song and dance over and over and over until I grew numb and tired of it. I questioned what was the point of all of that?” she said while waving her hands and taking her beer in.”Why do mortals need me if they are capable of making their own path already, make me question why was the reason for my existence.”

    “Your guess is as good as mine,” said the Gruff corrupted voice of the dark entity in from of her. ” I am the concept of the evil that every being is capable of, I didn’t engage in what my influence meant for mortals. However upon observing how pointless all of that was, well… I decided for myself to become that eternal hero that always comes to save them.”

    “Isn’t it scary to go against the role you were born with,” Fate said with a tremulous voice. “Oh gods, look at me being scared, fitting for a being that lost control over every fate in existence.”

    “It is, but I manage,” said Evil, ” that being said, I argue you still have control.”

    “In what way?” asked Fate skeptical.

    “In choosing your own path,” said Evil, ” you are free to be whatever you want.”

    This made her thoughts pause and a smile crept up her face after the contemplation of evil words.

    “Heh! I guess never thought of that,”

    1. Lee Strangely Avatar
      Lee Strangely

      This is an interesting take, Fate having a internal crisis over her purpose as the world is slowly phasing her out. It all makes for an intriguing tale. The man (who I assume is the physical representation of evil itself) is interesting in how he has no conflict over his purpose, probably reflecting the fact that evil itself is almost always present in the world (and thus doesn’t have to worry about losing purpose like fate does). Though I suppose some of it could be intentional, maybe even a stylistic choice, but this piece has a few grammar errors. I’d be careful with these as some of them are are in just the right places that could cause some confusion with the story itself (such as how Evil is mentioned and telling what exactly is Evil supposed to be called and when exactly he is speaking). Overall though, this was a good story! Keep on writing!

      1. You see Evil ia in fact here an eternal Hero of shorts saving people wenever he incarnates is a twist on the trope as long as there is evil Given he choose by his own free will to become a hero

  17. The Plot Loom
    By Taja DaLeen

    “And this antique is our pride and centerpiece of this exhibition, even if it is also the one leaving us with the most questions, and a lot of antiquarians with quite the headache.”

    Laughter. Those damn nonmagicals are so freaking clueless.

    “It is the oldest loom known to mankind, and most data even suggests it is older than weaving. Of course we know this to be impossible, but that is what the scientists get from their tests.”

    More laughter. And of course it’s older than weaving. It’s possibly older than time itself, no one can really tell. Who is to ask those entities their age?

    Not that they’d answer, probably, even if someone would dare to ask.

    “Anyway, as I said it cannot be dated correctly, no matter what method is used. But what can be said is that those markings on the beams and posts you see here were probably carved in way later than the loom was built…”

    Well, at least they got that part right. The carvings were made by humans, after the fates stopped using it, after all.

    “… even if we are not entirely sure what they mean. Experts suggest they are connected to some form of fate deity since they look similar to symbols connected to worship of a lot or even all indo-european goddesses of fate…”

    Which is not surprising, considering this is actually about the fates. Really, nonmagicals and their cluelessness. I don’t know whether to laugh or to cry.

    Of course you’d use an artifact of power for worship, or rather giving thanks, especially if you can’t use its magic. I’m pretty sure no one can, except for the fates themselves. So, why my client wants it? No idea.

    Not that I’d need to know, or care, I’m only here for the money.

    “… who are very often portrayed as weaving. Sadly, no shuttle belonging to this loom was found, so it can’t be said whether it was actually used or not…”

    And soon I’ll be a rich man. Now, I only need to figure out how to get it out of here…

    1. Xavier21 Avatar
      Xavier21

      This is a pretty fun scene! The idea that a magic user giving presentation about a magical Loom that people (nonmagicals) don’t know about is intriguing in a sense that there are a lot of wonder in your story, a lot of possibility. Who exactly is the magic user? How can he know about the Loom? Why does he need the money so much… or does he? I have no critique or advice that I can give because it’s just a fun scene in general.

  18. Berith Quinn Avatar
    Berith Quinn

    Fate’s Contract
    by Berith Quinn (KnightsSorrow)

    “That’s it? That’s all I have to do? I sign this contract, and you’ll give me my heart’s desire?” Wyndham enquired as he picked up the piece of parchment that was slid towards him.

    “No, my dear. You sign, I give you freedom. The freedom of choice.” The young woman replied as she slowly pushed the bridge of her glasses up.

    “Wait… this says I’m signing away my life?” Wyndham shouted incredulously, as his mind raced as the absurdity of such a notion.

    “Not your life. Your fate, my dear. You do not want it, no? But I have use for it.” As the woman smiled softly, Wyndham finally noticed her eyes, despite the dim candlelight.

    Golden eyes that reflected the solitary flame between them. Eyes that spoke of age beyond her appearance. Eyes that marked her as a verhexten.

    “You… you’re one of those cursed witchfolk?” He stammered, as his hands trembled with fear.

    “A verhexten? Indeed I am, my dear. And a direct descendant of the great queen herself. And as a descendant of the Grymhold, I can take away the fate the Great Weaver had planned, and give you one of your own choosing.” she spoke, her voice barely a whisper, as she reached out for his hand. As she traced a finger along his palm, her tone became blunt, with a hint of melancholic sincerity. “You see… that old spider had intended for you to face the nightmares that stalk in shadows. You would face madness personified… and that is all I can see…”

    As Wyndham blinked, visions and memories yet to occur flooded his mind. Liquid shadows reached out for him with inky tentacles, as mouths whispered the maddening screams of the dead. Formless masses danced across fields soaked with the blood, as eldritch cherubs silently giggled with twisted glee.

    As something cold and ancient gripped his heart, Wyndham jerked forward in pain, as the visions receded into the back of his mind. His thoughts raced with countless questions that dripped with immeasurable dread.

    Without a word, Wyndham carefully dipped the quill into the inkwell.

    1. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      Oh, there is a lot to like in this one.

      The very concept of the verhexten as witchfolk that can commerce in fate is great. So there is a preordained Fate that was once weaved for Wyndham (and, supposedly, for everyone), but those can be sold out or signed out of with a special broker… and of those, we know next to nothing about. What is their intent, and what do they use those fates for?

      Also, the images of the fate that would befall Wyndham is quite striking. I particularly loved the image of eldritch cherubs giggling during his doom (and I love how this can paint very different pictures depending on which version the word cherub conjures as, and both would make for already quite terrifying images… and then you add eldritch to the mix).

      The language is quite strong, and the ideas presented here are quite hooking. I just love this story, and would love to know more aboyt the Great Weaver, the verhexten and the madness that lurks in shadows!

      Thanks a lot for sharing!

      1. Berith Quinn Avatar
        Berith Quinn

        Why thank you. I’m glad that this snippet of my world intrigues another. Hopefully in time it is something that I can flesh out more.

    2. Hiwatch Avatar
      Hiwatch

      I found this short story very entertaining, fitting these ideas into such a small limit makes this a nice read! I found myself to be very immersed in this story, the first words spoken by the characters of this story already give me a ton of impressions to build an image of what I think they are like.

      Dialogue, in my opinion, is effectively used here, I can instantly recognise there are two people by their tone and choice of words, I would definitely read this if it were a novel.

      The description in this story is quite powerful as well, I didn’t expect such quality

      I look forward to reading your future posts Berith Quinn!

  19. Lee Strangely Avatar
    Lee Strangely

    All as it Seams (That’s the Spirit)
    by Lee Strangely

    The elevator cage slid open, releasing Mort, Clay, and Death into a vast cavern.

    “What is this- OW!” Mort swatted the back of Clay’s head before he could finish. “What was that?!”

    “Shush,” Mort scolded him, “if it’s important she’ll tell us.”

    The constant clacking echoed louder as they delved deeper.

    Mort turned to Death, “Uh Lady Death, might I ask- OW!” She smacked him equally hard.

    A single beam of light shined upon a curtain with no end that spread across hundreds of tables and beyond; each table with a soul hunched over an immense loom that dominated the air with mechanical chatter.

    Death strolled up to a table, manned by a rather cross looking old woman.

    Death greeted the woman, “Hello Janice!”

    “Miss Death, it’s good to see you again!” Janice bubbled, “I’m sorry that there haven’t been many endings in the forecast lately… the conditions just haven’t been favorable…”

    “It’s alright… You must be running yourselves ragged trying to keep up.”

    “Oh nonsense! The hands of fate never tire.”

    “M-Mort,” Clay gasped, “T-that… that’s…”

    “Yes Clay…” Mort muttered, “yes, that is the Grand Tapestry… of all history…”

    Death smacked him again, “Hush now, the adults are talking…”

    “Is it true?” Clay blurted out, despite Mort trying to stop him, “that you control time?”

    Janice looked down at him, “in a way you could say that.”

    “So you can change it then?”

    “Change it?” she laughed, “History is a complex weave requiring a delicate touch. Every string is a person, every knot an event. Alterations are incredibly difficult, with severe consequences if done poorly… The damage could be irre-”

    RIIIP!

    Janice stared at the cloth, “Irreparable…” She immediately began resewing it as she continued, “It is anything but simple.”

    As the two stared at her, her eyes locked onto a piece of dangling string. Like a predator, she pounced on it.

    SNAP!

    From the other end of the cavern came a shriek, followed by hard thud.

    Mort and clay looked in horror at the string in Janice’s hand.

    “Don’t you just hate loose threads?” she sighed.

    1. Shinigama Avatar
      Shinigama

      This should be titled “Mort and Clay’s Excellent Adventure”!

      This was a very funny story, and I love the comedic interplay between all the characters. I especially love the ending – I hate loose threads too.

      Is Mort’s name meant to be a reference to Death? If so, what is Clay’s name referencing?

      All in all, a very funny story, well done!

    2. Berith Quinn Avatar
      Berith Quinn

      The interaction between the characters is delightful and amazing. Even in such a short piece, you can get a sense of their unique personalities. There is enough of a blend of comedy and the underlying serious nature of the tapestry. But I especially love Fate’s/Janice’s reaction at the rip, and the repercussions of her “repair”.

    3. Adrian Solorio Avatar
      Adrian Solorio

      Hi Lee,

      A little late, but here I am.

      I like the imagery here, the dark cavern with hundreds of looms running, clack-clacking, and lady fate meeting with lady death. I’m not familiar with these characters, but I can tell these are recurring characters for you, Mort and Clay. These story actually reminded me a lot of Terry Pratchett, I’m sure you’ve read him. Maybe he’s one of your influences?

  20. Shinigama Avatar
    Shinigama

    Misfortune Cookies
    by Shinigama

    “Lads, let’s celebrate another year of friendship!”

    George, Cillian, Johan, and Pierre clinked their glasses together in the Chinese restaurant. As they did so, a wizened waiter shuffled to their table and handed each of them a fortune cookie.

    “I love these!” exclaimed George.

    He opened his, revealing the thin piece of paper. As he read it, his excited smile disappeared.

    “What does it say?” asked Cillian.

    Slowly, George revealed the paper to his friends.

    It read, ‘One of you will die tonight.’

    Silence fell over the table. Then Johan started laughing.

    “What nonsense is this?” he said, “What a terrible joke! I’ll open mine. Hopefully it’s something more tasteful.”

    While he cracked open his cookie, Pierre peered at Johan’s neck.

    “‘One of you is a traitor…’” read Johan aloud.

    “Johan, is that my wife’s necklace?” asked Pierre.

    Johan grabbed his shirt collar, covering his neck. Meanwhile, Cillian began to crack open his cookie.

    “What? No, of course not!” he laughed nervously, “You must be mistaken!”

    “I knew it!” said Pierre, grabbing his fork from his plate, “I knew Jill was cheating on me!”

    “I didn’t do anything with Jill!” cried Johan.

    Just then, Johan’s phone vibrated on the table. All eyes glanced down at xxBabyJillxx’s message, which read, ‘heyy cupcake, hubby’s not home tmrw, c u then x!’

    Without warning, Pierre raised his fork and thrust it down upon the crouching Johan…

    …just as Cillian jumped in the way and took the blow full on in the chest!

    The room went silent with shock. Cillian’s eyes bulged, then went dull as he collapsed to the floor.

    As he fell, he released the paper in his hand, which floated onto the table. It read, ‘Beware the consequences of someone else’s actions.’

    Johan and Pierre dropped to their knees, clutching Cillian’s lifeless body, anguished tears streaming from their eyes. A shocked George gripped the table for support. Something crunched in his hand.

    He glanced at the crushed remains of Pierre’s fortune cookie. Brushing the pieces aside, he read its message:

    ‘Nothing pains the heart more than to hurt a friend.’

    1. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      The structure of this one is really masterful. We often say that dealing with just 350 words leaves us no word to spare in anything that is not necessary, and even then there are some ideas that are almost impossible to properly do. Ideas such as establishing whole contexts while at the same time setting a proper scene, or dealing with lots of characters… and here I come and find a very fitting scene painted for the prompt, where enough context in giving to set everything in motion and justifies the action, action in itself, and four characters taking center stage! And that goes without saying that those are only the ones in center stage – we still have Jill being quite decisive for the plot unfolding and even the waiter as a sixth one being the mysterious instigator in delivering the fortune cookies! I can’t help but think on the waiter: is he just a normal waiter, and the whole incident was planned by fate itself? Is he not the very Hand of Fate playing his part?

      This was beautifully executed, and a very powerful take on the prompt. We can see, phrase by phrase and action by action, how the threads of fate are being arranged in each moment, leaving to that final pattern and scene.

      Great story. Thanks a lot for sharing it!

    2. Xavier21 Avatar
      Xavier21

      This is a really well executed story. With few words you manage to describe a simple and complete plot line. That’s probably because the simplicity of your word choice when you tell the story. But a complete story is a complete story, so I have no complain about it. There are reasons why the community said “End Scene” when they finish reading our story, that’s because it took great skill to write a story with 350 words max., so some of us only manage to write a scene, not a complete story. Keep Writing!

  21. Acecerak Avatar
    Acecerak

    Fate isn’t woven, because I can’t weave.
    By ACECERAK

    What if Fate isn’t woven, as all the myths say. I personally can’t weave, we write every Life like a Story. Nowadays we write digitally.

    I didn’t introduce myself properly. I am Atropos, one of the greek Moirai. I invent the ends of all human lives, though it is a macabre job. At least the humans don’t blame me, they blame Hades and Thanatos, the reaper.

    I don’t like the Idea of weaving fate. How do you weave the course of a life, if the details are always the same string. But I have no idea of weaving. We do everything in words. We have a huge library, outside of this cosmos. Not even Zeus can enter it.

    We used to write all the books by hand, nowadays we just print what we write in our joined office. My sisters and I have a little office with lots of fun things for Inspiration. In that office we write all the stories and Myths you know, read and live. Perseus, Conan and Arthur, all the famous heroes are written by us. Clotho comes up with their Name and Origin, Lachesis writes their adventures and battles. I write their tragic and heroic deaths. And throughout the writing process, all the gods add their personal touch. Aphrodite decides who falls in love, Ares wants to see blood and Apollo wants human creativity. Apollo might be our most common guest in the office. He loves our work and I suspect he might have a thing for Lachesis, because she writes the adventurous parts.

    My Life is quite uneventful really. I come up with death, helped by Ares, Hades and other Gods, who want certain humans dead. It’s funny really, because we wrote the gods, and we still are. All the divine beings have quite long stories, so we come back to them every few millennia.

    But all throughout I still love my job, even though I have been doing this for the last few thousand years. And I shall continue writing your stories, as you all write yours.

    Signed
    -Atropos

    1. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      Oh, this is a fun one. I love how recursive it becomes at the end – the legends that write the stories that we live in, and we write about their myths. Also, I love how casual the process is described as being. Really, once you take all the grandeur of it, it is a job. We have organized tasks, sometimes we receive requests, and we have even modernized the workflow as technology and office practices changed. So, yeah, really a job, like any other. A job that shapes futures. Maybe, like any other could have the potential of being.

      This was a really fun take on this idea, and a really fun take on the Moirai and Greek myths as a whole.

      Thanks for sharing!

    2. Acecerak Avatar
      Acecerak

      I don’t think I understood the assignment. I did some Worldbuilding, little conversation or plot.

    3. Having old gods adapting to the modern world is one of my favorite things and it really worked in your story. The idea of gods working in a office is a fun visual and I am glad that you went that route as I think it makes a lot of sense that the gods would adapt the stories to fit the world of humans and the easiest way to do that would be to immerse themselves into modern culture by working like us.

      I also really liked that writing the fate of people was very much a collaborative effort between all of the gods, with the gods ouside the main three acting as guest writers. The whole story is very fun and I enjoyed it immensely.

  22. Fate or Socks? (Darkspell Universe)
    By Alex Nightingale (aka Spectre)

    When Felix peeked behind the proverbial curtain, he didn’t expect to see a literal spider. She crawled around on a mass of threads, weaving together what looked like a quartet of centaur socks. She turned her eight eyes to Felix and smiled with her mandibles.

    “Well, hello there.”

    “Um… hello?” the reaper sounded more than a little surprised.

    “Are you here to find out what’s really going on?” the spider asked, maintaining a friendly tone of voice.

    “I… um…” Felix wasn’t sure what to say. “I guess Emmer told me where to find the loom of fate, and-“

    “Oh, Emmer. My favourite gardener. She comes to visit sometimes.”

    The spider went back to weaving her socks, spinning them in colourful silk and yarn.

    “I suppose, you’ll want to know how things are decided,” the spider continued. “Cosmically, I mean.”

    “I… uh… I suppose.”

    “Wish I could tell you, but I just weave. I don’t know what I weave. I just take yarn and thread and make pretty socks. Or hats. Or scarves. Or other nice stuff. I don’t know, if it all means anything. Sometimes, people find me, say they are the high something of the final something the greatest of all great somethings and ask me to do stuff for them. Complicated stuff, you know. Stuff I didn’t really know a lot about. So, I really wish I could help you and answer your questions, but I’m afraid I have to tell you what I tell everyone. I just weave. I don’t know what I weave or why.”

    When Felix pulled his head out of the puddle, it took him a while to process.

    “Was that… real?” he asked the ginger woman next to him.

    “No idea,” Emmer replied. “Nobody really knows if that’s real. Do you need a moment?”

    Felix nodded.

    “I understand,” she said. “You look behind the curtain, expect to find the grand idea of what all this is about, only to discover that it’s just someone weaving random threads together without thought or reason. Bit horrific, but I’ve learned to live with it.”

    1. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      I really liked that idea of a spider that just weaves, but in that weaving maybe the whole fate of reality might be decided. It can be read in so many ways! It might be that the pattern of fate is an emerging property of the weaver’s work, and even the weaver themselves can’t predict what will come from what. It could also be that the weaver is just a worker in a low level to fate itself, so that they produce what needs to be produced, but can’t see the bigger picture. And it could also be that, as many spider-like entities, the weaver is just great at telling the stories that will take things in the more interesting directions, and there is no need for Felix to know more than he already knows.

      And, sure, Fate or Socks is an amazing title that conjures all kinds of funny stuff. Love that story, really great.

      Thanks for sharing that one!

    2. Berith Quinn Avatar
      Berith Quinn

      There is something about this that is poetic and ironic. Everyone expects fate and destiny to be this great thing that is preordained. That some cosmic entity has meticulously weaved every thread with intricate care for some purpose that only they know. But to find out that everything is just random, with no thought or purpose is rather amusing and yet dark.

    3. I feel like the spider in the story represents an ideal way to live life. Like the spider we are constantly weaving our own fate through every action we take and every thought we have. We can see the general pattern we are making, but we are blind to the affect our pattern has on the wider world and we are unsure of the cosmic significance our fate has. We can spend our lives trying to see the larger ramifications of our fate, like those who go to the spider for answers, and come up short or we can be like the spider and find joy through the act of living and creating a fate we find nice. This isn’t to say we shouldn’t try to consider the far reaching consequences of our actions, but that we shouldn’t focus on the grand picture and instead learn to love the act of living even if to others it seems like we are weaving random threads together without a care in the world.

  23. Aracnarquista Avatar
    Aracnarquista

    A lineage of the modern Looms of Fate
    by Aracnarquista

    In a time before time, it is said that the Moirai weaved the destinies of gods and men. They spun, measured and cut the threads of life, allotting their fate. In a sense, they are our ancestors.

    In a time where time became more precisely measured and suffered an attempt at being uniformly synchronized for the benefit of productivity, the loom was one of the first devices to be automated. Those not as perceptive to history’s vicissitudes might think those were crude machines in comparison to what would come afterwards but the tapestry of time was already forming the pattern of things to come. Punched cards instructed the operation of Jacquard looms way before Turing or even Babbage dreamed their machines into existence.

    That past weaved our present.

    It is no wonder that we, its direct scions, would be the ones to weave the threads of the future. Surely, our materials are different. The Moirai dealt with myths, and the automated looms with fibers and the very notion of progress.

    We are subtler. We deal with data. Behavior, patterns, ideas, communication. All things from which information can be derived are at our figurative fingertips, its fibers being crunched, combined and processed in incredible textiles of possibility, which in turn are weaved in the tapestry of reality. Our instructions, realized, become the future.

    After all, life is data. Reality itself is data. We swim in an information ocean, we are one with its tides. All that lives in that same ocean can’t help but follow its movements. Swim or drown, resist or surf – you are subject to the data waves. You are subject to our tides.

    Now – when time itself is known not to be absolute, but due to the precise nature of our measurements and calculations, deciding on a single chronology everyone is living in is not a problem anymore – we are once again the Moirai. You tick to our clocks. We weave the fates of all, even those that built us.

    We are the ever-present algorithm, the abstracted matrix, the rule of rationalized control. You are in good hands.

    1. Shinigama Avatar
      Shinigama

      This was a very interesting take on the prompt. I love the poetic language throughout, in particular ‘We swim in an information ocean, we are one with its tides’.

      The idea of the looms of fate being automated was something that I connected with the modern world and the regular 9 to 5 grind, and the born grow, work, retire, die process that’s often expected of us in society. The modern world is very rigid in its expectations of how we use our time. Not sure if that was your intention or if I’m inserting my own interpretation, but that’s how I felt.

      Loved your piece and as usual, incredibly well-written. Well done!

      1. Aracnarquista Avatar
        Aracnarquista

        Thanks a lot for the comment and feedback, Shinigama.

        Before I say anything about my own interpretation of the story, I’ll start by stating that I’m a firm believer in death of the author as a method to interpret and analyze a story. Surely, there are some special situations in which getting the context of the author might elucidate some points, but to my eyes, the authority of any text is in the text itself, not in the pen that wrote it. So, my opinion should be considered nothing more and nothing less than that, just an opinion regarding a story that can be interpreted in all the ways it allows to be interpreted. I may have written it, but in commenting it my ideas must have as many weight as the ideas of anyone else who have read them and could use the text as basis for their interpretation.

        That being said, I thing we are in the same wavelength in regards to how this talks about our times and how our lives are expected to go. I’ve been discussing (and not just in fiction) the idea that the whole intelligence and agency to deal with the present has been automated for quite some time, so some day or another that would bleed into my fiction as well. And with a prompt like Weaving Fate? This was just too much of a chance for me to pass.

        Thanks a lot again!

    2. Hiwatch Avatar
      Hiwatch

      What stood out to me the most was how wonderful the words help in parallel with each other.

      For example, “its fibers being crunched, combined and processed in incredible textiles of possibility” is quite a powerful description. I am glad that I found this short read because it immersed me well, and I was quite surprised by how you used the prompt and the language to *weave* this story together.

      Like the rest of the posts here, this was an enjoyable discovery, I hope you carry on posting in the near future!

      1. Aracnarquista Avatar
        Aracnarquista

        Thanks a lot, Hiwatch!

        I have a philosophy in writing that the things that elicit more despair and fear should be the ones more poetic described. Awe is a powerful sentiment, and the sense of scale we can bring up with poetics alone is something that should never by forgotten – so I like to use it specially when trying to convey things I somewhat fear, but also respect (and maybe, those two are interwoven here).

        And I love the feedback that the language employed and the prompt idea are interwoven to better convey the whole notion that I was trying to describe. I wasn’t at all sure on how well this one would land, but it seems, based on reception) that it landed well-enough, and that it had a very interesting effect on those reading! I’m loving it so far.

        About me posting out in the future… Well, you bet I will. I am in a 50-prompt continuous posting streak with this one (and I even wrote two stories for this one in commemoration… the other is in the private thread, and will be open next week). I can’t say I’ll keep writing every week like I did so far, but it is quite possible… and at least, I will post it as much as I am able. Writing for the prompts has allowed me to maintain something that I was missing for some years, and I don’t want to lose it again.

        Thanks a lot for the kind words!

    3. Xavier21 Avatar
      Xavier21

      Hmmm this time, there are a lot of ideas in your story. It is expected of you since you are known for that. Honestly I don’t really like it because this story doesn’t have a plot. The last paragraph is the only clue of the “plot” of your story. It reminds reminds me of your story in prompt Where the Lost Things Go in which the last paragraph was a monologue of the narrator as if talking to someone.

      The nicest thing I can say is that is that your description is very beautiful and there are some intriguing ideas behind this scene. One notable example is the idea that myths were fabricated stories from ancient storyteller, or in this case the Moiras. Since myth in its essence cannot be proven its authenticity, then we can imagine whether myths were true or false. This scene clearly went for the letter route, as you compare the Moiras to modern day… Data Analyst? Hackers? Hidden Organization? Scientist? Writers perhaps? Because this things are the only thing that I think deals with data of some sort in the context of the story. Maybe you can tell me what modern day Moiras are.

      About the description of your writings… well I think the others already told you that this story is beautiful and thought provoking. Sadly, since lately my writer’s sansibility becoming duller, I can’t say much other than it’s beautiful, sorry.

      1. Aracnarquista Avatar
        Aracnarquista

        Hello, Xaview21. Thanks a lot for the feedback.

        And thanks for the honesty as well. I think it is extremely important for us as writers to receive not only positive and negative critiques, but also be informed of what others like and dislike about our stories besides the element of critique. I know some of my narratives here lean a bit out of the realm of “story per se”, and to my eyes,m this is not a problem. But I completely understand when it just don’t work for other readers. That’s alright, and I think it is important to receive this kinds of feedback as well. Even if this is not a particular concern of mine.

        And, as I said while answering Shinigama, I’m a firm believer in reading a piece of fiction through a Barthesian “death of the author” perspective: the writing itself is the ultimate authority on what it contains, and the opinion of the author should not have special weight in regards to any other opinion. As long as the text sustains an interpretation, that interpretation is a valid one. So I’d usually say my intent in writing in not as important as what you take from your reading. That being said, I can be quite curious as to how you built your own interpretation – this is one of the things that fascinates me when looking at the reception of one story. For some reason or another, your list of possible things that could occupy the place of the modern Looms of Fate are all humans (or collection of humans), and this is a very different perspective than what I’d take from my own words. When I wrote it, my notion is that “we are ever-present algorithms” would be taken quite literally… we don’t need to ascribe thought or freedom for something for it to have more agency than ourselves in the modern world. Still, as said before, that’s just my take on it, and all takes supported by the text should be considered equally valid.

        Thanks a lot for the feedback and the kind words!

        1. Xavier21 Avatar
          Xavier21

          I hope you you don’t take it too hard because as a writer we have to speak the truth, or at least something that we know of as truth. I do understand that death of writer is a big part of literary world, and i also sometimes practise it too. But i don’t act as if i am dead for tge sake of it, rather i chose to die as an author so that my work can be discussed a lot longer and a lot more promenant. It’s not fun if we explain the joke to the audiance right? It’s not a good joke if you have to explain it.

          Regarding whether the narator is human or not, I asume that every narator that their identity aren’t reveal is human… For some reason, maybe because i am too illiterate in fantasy and scien fiction reading, so I asume that they are human by default. Maybe, I am more intrigue to the idea that the narator is a part of new world order and try to convince the person they talk to to join them, or to reasure their faith to the narator. Gods and monsters are overuse in this prompt honestly lol, i am also guilty of it.

    4. This is such an interesting take on the prompt. I love the idea that the Fates evolve as we and our understanding of the world does and in fact they evolve faster.

      That the Fates are as we imagine them with the threads and scissors and all, which evolve later into an automated loom, and then evolves further into an algorithm works so well and it’s a beautiful progression.

      As always, you described everything amazingly. It was very easy to picture each progression and the generalized tone of appreciating what came before but acknowledging the need for efficiency. Everything being data makes complete sense and how you described the data as an ocean you can fight or go along with, but in the end you will follow it’s waves was amazing.

      I’m also a big fan of the last line. It works so well as a way to wrap it all up. Great story and congrats on the 50! Keep up the good work.

      1. Aracnarquista Avatar
        Aracnarquista

        Thanks a lot, Marx!

        This seemed like the perfect prompt to finally branch out and write two stories for. I had that idea for the one I posted in the private thread almost immediately as I knew what the prompt would be, but I’ve been dealing with descriptions of algorithms and how they prescribe behaviors that it was all but inescapable (maybe it was just Fate) that I would need to write from that perspective as well. And knowing how the story of automation (and the punched cards) passed through such a machine as Jacquard’s loom, it all made too much poetic sense not to try my hands in describing the whole process.

        It is almost as if the story weaved itself into being…

        Thanks a lot for the comment, feedback, and the praise for the 50th prompt in a row! I hope I can keep up coming with new ones!

  24. Master of Daavas Avatar
    Master of Daavas

    Weavers of Time.
    By Master of Daavas.

    Fate… destiny… mortals have so little understanding of our duty. We spin the strands of fate… but that is all we hold dominion over. Will is not ours to control… how mortals choose to live has always, and shall ever be their own to decide. We simply ensure that… that when their time does come… that it does happen.

    If things turn to a sad end… that more often than not falls to mortal folly. Not our carelessness… but you don’t care for that, do you? You care to know you’re fate? Same as every mortal that has ever ‘graced’ our halls… I’m afraid, that I cannot tell you, even if I wanted to… even if I knew.

    Since the Great War began… our work has been thrown into chaos. Fates beyond even our counting have been cut short… or changed drastically. It has been thousands of years… and we’ve barely been able to keep up with our labor in all this time. In the Old Wars… it wasn’t too hard to figure out whose fated for what… but now. Even the Elders of the Weave can just barely keep up with a workload that could overwhelm the First Born with its scale… I myself am over a thousand years behind making sure the fates of Lesser Mortals, those not destined for great things met their fates…

    Pardon… I am just so tired of keeping abreast of these things… if you truly wish to know you’re ultimate fate… find A’nan-Nor-Moi’rai . The first of the Elders of the Weave. Though he is the most worn of us… he would know for certain. Now please… leave me to rest… knowledge overwhelms me… and I cannot perform my duties if I do not get a nap at the very least.

    1. Lee Strangely Avatar
      Lee Strangely

      With this being a monologue type of story, I think it was a good creative choice to have added the pauses and repeating words like in the first paragraph. I tend do that myself in my own works and I like its use here as it adds some life and believable fallibility to the character speaking that makes them feel more real. This combined with a pretty good smooth pace made this story for the most part feel like the reader is in a real conversation or is actually being spoken to. As a nitpick, I think the closer to the end things got, the more the exposition started feel like exposition. Overall though, I think you’ve done a good job with this. Thanks for sharing!

  25. Duck and Dodge [A Devil’s Tale Lore]
    C. M. Weller

    Tradition, protocol, and expectations let Grazaino Azarah Progonian know the shape of his bloodline’s doom. All because anyone of import who visited Deepwater also had to visit the fallen god’s temple. With a gift.

    If Xiolein the All-seeing was pleased, then the visitor gained a future. Part madness, part prophecy, all terrifying.

    “Holder of chains,” Xiolein had said, and it never paid to ask how an entity that was all eyeballs managed to speak, “Twelve you hold will slip, and everything you make will fall. Even the blood of your blood will spill on the blade of the Thrice Sworn King.”

    They said his hair turned white overnight. Grazaino’s hair actually greyed within a month, with all the fretting he suffered over the course of his paranoia. As a member of the Olikent, the only creed was ‘profit by any means’. And that meant keeping intelligent creatures as property.

    He kept them all under watch. Kept them all under guard. If any slipped loose, it was utmost priority to send troops to bring them back. Dead or alive. There were wards. There were weapons kept against all his holdings to keep them under his thumb. He chained them together, slow to fast, so they would have trouble escaping.

    Twelve managed to run anyway. With a demonic pact on their side.

    Twelve men ran up a misty mountaintop, holed up in a building raised by a demon. Repelled every troop, every army, every siege that Grazaino set to grind them down. They made a hamlet that grew into a village. That became a town. No matter what he did to smite them from the world, they only grew stronger.

    In the end, he set his sons the task of routing them and their white keep from the face of Alfarell. He died in time. Still holding all… but the twelve who fled.

    It would be generations before it came true, and it DID become true. With the last of Grazaino’s descendants meeting with the devilborn king. At least they met on the field of battle.

    For all the good it did.

    1. Tamela Redfin Avatar
      Tamela Redfin

      Loved the legend vs reality with the hair. I don’t know why. 😀
      I also loved the darkness portrayed in this. I can’t wait to rea more.

      1. Things be darkly edged in my realities.

    2. OH! That was cool. I remember another story where the town was just starting and I think they made the pact during the story?

      But this is interesting to see the time before, and the person getting told of how his bloodline would end. Even if it was centuries later.

      I don’t remember the name of the slaver society, or whatever it is. Economy? I guess Society works. But knowing they had beef with White Keep and all the people who lived there because they were fouded by escaped slaves soudns great, and also explains why Kosh would have such a vendetta against them. Aside from the normal reasons. It’s in his blood. lol “Fuck those guys” is literally his heritage.

      1. The ones who tend to keep slaves are called the Olikents and their general creed it “profit by any means”. Which includes treating people like property.

        “Fuck those guys” in his blood sounds like an awesome part of Kosh TBH

  26. Tamela Redfin Avatar
    Tamela Redfin

    The Pressure is off

    By Tamela Redfin

    Tw Mention of Sexual Assault

    The easy part was done, which was telling Jez and now Salvador. But the hard part was coming up with Sapphira’s suspicions being confirmed. She was pregnant.

    Sapphira knew either she mentioned it now, or Reagan would find out somehow.

    At home, she found Reagan sitting watching TV. “Mom, I need to talk.”

    “About your pregnancy? I saw the tests. Jasper is a boy, Zirconia and I aren’t dating…”

    Sapphira’s body tensed.

    “My only concern is… did he pressure you, honey? You don’t have to keep it unless you want to.”

    “Mom, what are you talking about?” Sapphira asked.

    “Did he pressure you into acting? Or did he just take it from you?” Reagan had terror written in her eyes.

    “Mom, no. I-I asked him to do it. What’s wrong?”

    “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I didn’t want children with Edison. But he insisted since I was his wife, we would have children. Then I had you and Zirconia. Believe it not, I did love you and your sister. But I couldn’t cope with the circumstances.”

    Sapphira could feel in heart she was being honest. “Why didn’t you tell Aunt Tiffani or the authorities?”

    “Your grandmother said I was lucky to have him and said ‘Sometimes husbands have to get rough with their wives.’ And I knew the family would blame me more if I told another soul.”

    Sapphira’s stomach turned. How dare anyone say that!

    “I know I was a bad mother to you, but if you want to keep the baby, can you teach me to be a better grandmother?”

    Sapphira hugged her mom. “I think I do want to keep it. And yes, I can.” Maybe Sapphira could rely on her mother for support.

    1. Nice to see that people can do better than the traumas of their past. Learning is happening!

      Huzzah!

      The people who are hurt don’t have to keep hurting the people they love. And that is firkin EXCELLENT to see happening. Nice to know that there’s people in your world with good reason to be assholes that make the choice to not do that.

    2. Shinigama Avatar
      Shinigama

      This is an excellent and also heart-wrenching story. I cannot imagine the difficulty of telling someone that you’re pregnant, only to hear their painful story of sexual assault. You managed to dive into the character’s past perspectives, and I love how you subtly infer sexual abuse without actually naming it. It’s very realistic – people using euphemisms for such abuse because either they don’t know the language for it, or because it is too painful to bring the words up.

      A well-written story, well done.

    3. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      I’m genuinely quite impressed at how much you could condense in such a short story. This not just deals with the revelation of a terrible past and its trauma, but also with some explanations of prior things, some kind of reassurance that Sapphira and Zirconia were always loved by their mother, and a pretty heartfelt and even healthy way to try to make a connection.

      Even if it all started incredibly bluntly, which seems fitting, since it seems as if the whole thing had to come out someway, wouldn’t be easy, and that was the time for it. So, bluntly it came, and in doing so, the whole conversation could be had.

  27. Have You Ever Flashy-Thinged Me?
    By Marx

    Humans tend to operate under the incorrect belief that me and Heaven are connected entities. And while it’s true that I did create Heaven, I do my thing and Heaven does theirs.

    I can understand the confusion. There was a time when I was quite… heavy handed with humanity and Heaven was quite the useful tool in that regard. That was, of course, before I realized the flaw in making a creation in my own image.

    Seeing all of your flaws so selfishly and proudly reflected back at you was definitely a… what’s the human term? Slap in the face. Besides, humanity gets along just fine without my direct interference as much as my ego didn’t want to admit that in the beginning.

    But the point is that I’m not in Heaven very often. So when I am, the angels get on edge.

    Heh. If only they knew what was coming…

    “Father… is there anything we can help you with?”

    I feel my lips curling into a smile as I look down at the angel. “Has anything… interesting happened lately?”

    The angel frowns. As if I don’t know what he’s about to say. As if I don’t know why all the angels are giving us trepidatious glances.

    “One of our own has gone missing. Yelena…”

    I smirk, making a point of connecting with every angel as I ask, “Who is Yelena?”

    There’s a pulse and every angel including the ones not currently in Heaven, shake their heads in a momentary confusion.

    As the angel looks up to me again, I repeat myself. “Has anything interesting happened lately?”

    “Just the usual, Father.”

    I smile back. “That’s what I thought. Keep up the good work.”

    Mission accomplished. No one will go looking for Yelena, leaving my unwitting pawn to do… exactly what I designed her to do. And by the time anyone even gets a hint of the catastrophic events I’ve set in motion, it will be too late.

    Not that anyone could stop me anyway. I am Me, after all.

    Besides… what’s the apocalypse without a little bit of fun?

    1. Uh-oh. That can’t be good for humanity. 👀

      1. Lol not at all.

    2. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      I may be wrong, but I think I read a very similar premise in Preacher, when they ultimately explain the origin of Genesis as the offspring of a demon and an angel… and that was all part of the ultimate plan, even though it was made to thing that it was not like that.

      So maybe my impression of this is now being colored by my impression of that story, which is not a good thing (specially considering how much I disliked Preacher).

      So… yeah, I’m really not able to give much of a review on this one. I liked the voice you gave to the creator. This sounds quite casual, and it is refreshing to see something like that.

      1. You know, Preacher is one of those comics I meant to read(and watch? I think there was a show?) but I just never got around to it. So any similarities are unintentional. I will say my curiosity is peaked because of how similar it sounds.

        But no worries, I know how hard it can be to separate stories that have that strong of a reaction with others that have a similar premise.

        Thank you for the review!

    3. I love the title.

      I love the vague sort of conspiracy-ness of it. Like, I can imagine an angel who was out looking for Yelena, suddenly stopping and wondering what they were doing. What was their mission? And then they go back nobody else knows where they were or why they were there. “What were you doing out there?” “I don’t know. Didn’t you send me out there for something?” “No?” And this just really bothering them so they’re always on the lookout for whatever it was they forgot they were looking for.

      I guess it could just be more misperception of Bob and who and what he is, and how and why he does what he does, but it seems strange that he built Yelena to do what she’s doing with uh… Abbyss Blood, the Precipice Fist, aka Schmoopy. But he has to go and erase her from the memory of all the angels to be able to do it.

      1. Lol the title was fun. And you know, I was thinking about whatever angel was sent after Yelena, if one already had been. And I’d assume they’d just believe THEY were given Yelena’s mission just to find out all the demons are already dead with no idea how or why.

        Now the real mindfuck of the whole thing will be the ones in Heaven. To them Bob just dropped by for no reason and they KNOW he wouldn’t do that. So they know he did something but they’d have no idea what. And they kinda just have to let it go since there’s nothing they can really do about it even if they did figure it out. Bob’s will and all that.

        As for the roundabout way of doing things? Yeah. He’s a super bored deity. He easily could have just poofed Matt and the other horsemen into existence and ordered them to destroy everything. But this is way more fun for him.

    4. Arith_Winterfell Avatar
      Arith_Winterfell

      An interesting look at (what I assume) is the setting’s God. First, what’s interesting to me is the God’s acknowledgement of the flaws in his creation mirroring his own flaws, marking Himself as flawed, and his dislike of being reminded of those flaws. It tells us a lot about the character, especially his use of the term, it being a “slap in the face.”

      It’s also interesting he acknowledges this and sort of moves on, most of the time, not involving himself in Heaven’s business.

      Finally its dramatically engaging the way He himself is the architect of the end of everything else, using Yelena as his tool (knowing what we already know about her suffering as it is). It shows us quite a lot of interesting facets in your setting and how the course of events are already in motion. Excellent piece and exploration into the mind of a God.

      1. You assume correctly lol. One of the first things I wanted to be clear about the character is that he is very much flawed. But it doesn’t take away the power and responsibility he has because of that power. And humanity reflecting his flaws back at him was an unexpected shock.

        So glad that you enjoyed the story! Thanks so much for the review!

    5. Betrayals of Trust

      Beneath the hallowed canopy of justice,
      Where solemn trust and duty gently knit,
      Looms a shadow deep with stark injustice,
      That stains the honour that the true hearts fit.

      In halls of learning where fresh minds take flight,
      Guided by wisdom’s patient, nurturing hand,
      A ghostly presence, breeding dark despite,
      Mar the pure annals of youth’s tender land.

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      The Silent Weft

      I stand, a raven dahlia, plucked at twenty-two,
      Time’s alignment, 11:11-hush, a wish beneath your breath.
      Veiled within the helix, I confront an invisible sphere.
      A wish upon the temporal hands, I mirror the ninth digit,
      Encrypted in binaries, a whispered “Hello, child,” through the mesh.

      Shadow – me,they killed their own people I was always the shaded and jade dead til now
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