Writing Group: Paper Lanterns (PRIVATE)

Hello arts and crafts enthusiasts, festival goers, and lost souls!

Do you see those lights in the distance? No, they’re not stars, my dear. I do hope you have your scissors and candles ready! Because…

This week’s Writing Group prompt is:

Paper Lanterns

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The paper lantern originated in China and quickly became a recognized decoration throughout several Asian cultures. There are many Asian festivals that celebrate with them. In China the Shangyuan Festival is speculated to celebrate the supreme Chinese deity of the heavens, or the Taoist god of good fortune. Others believe the red lanterns were a trick to make the Jade Emperor, or a fiery fairy, believe a town they were going to set on fire was already on fire. In Sri Lanka, during Vesak people hang colorful “vesak kuudu” that symbolize the guiding light of the Buddha. 

But Asia isn’t the only place that celebrates with lanterns anymore: in New Mexico, the Christmas tradition of luminaria (or farolitos) has lanterns that act as a guiding light for the Christ child. In Germany, for Sankt Martin’s day, kindergarten-age children parade through town singing songs, carrying paper and carton lanterns suspended from the end of wooden sticks, which they often craft themselves. 

Another type of lantern you might see are sky lanterns, allegedly invented by a man called Kongming. In China, they’ve been used for festivals, but also for sending signals and messages during war. In Taiwan, one district holds a lantern festival in which people release sky lanterns to send wishes and messages to God. In Thailand, the Lanna people use sky lanterns year-round; their release symbolizes problems and worries floating away.

Speaking of floating away, there are also water lanterns, paper lanterns that float on the water’s surface. In India, they are released on many festivals and holidays for many reasons: as an act of worship, to send disasters away, to welcome happiness, even to pray for a good marriage. In many parts of Asia where Buddhism is practiced, people release water lanterns to guide wayward spirits and hungry ghosts to the afterlife.

But you don’t have to write about a known festival from our world. You could create a fictional fantasy festival that uses paper lanterns in its celebration. Much like in Tangled how paper lanterns are a celebration of Rapunzel’s birthday, as well as a mourning for her loss, and a call for her to return. Or like in Terraria, how lanterns go across your screen the night after you defeat a boss. To my knowledge, paper lanterns at large aren’t associated with a sole emotion/celebration, so you could use them for all sorts of events. Maybe a funeral uses water lanterns. Perhaps a married couple lights off lanterns after a wedding. Maybe a fictional city celebrates the defeating of a dragon with lighting lanterns. 

Your paper lanterns don’t have to be the ones used for festivals either. The prompt relays the idea of a lantern made of paper, and this could mean many things. There are lanterns with a spinning mechanism, which show pictures on the walls, and I’m sure these could be made of paper. It could be an origami lantern a child makes in class. Or simply a drawing of a lantern on paper. Maybe this drawing will come to life? You could write about a world made of paper, so of course any lantern there would be made of paper—everything is! 

Maybe other objects could be described as a paper lanterns. Hot air balloons work much like paper lanterns do, just on another scale. Perhaps you could describe the silk as a sort of paper? Maybe a letter burning in the fireplace could be described metaphorically as a lantern. As long as you find a strong enough connection to the paper aspect, you could draw comparisons of many burning objects to lanterns. Could even a dragon, who breathes fire, be described as a lantern of sorts? Maybe its skin has the texture of paper? 

Lanterns can easily be associated with spirits. Maybe they ward against evil spirits, or trap them like bug nets. Or perhaps it’s not fire that lights the lanterns, but rather little spirits fly within them. Are the spirits delighted by their new transport? Is a festival hosted to honor their release? Or maybe the spirits ARE the lanterns. It might look like there’s a paper lantern floating in the distance, when really it’s a will o’ wisp trying to lead you astray. 

A paper lantern could be a symbol. Some lanterns are made of metal and glass, but the interesting thing about paper lanterns is that the fire could easily burn the paper around it. It’s a delicate balance where the fire is just far enough from the paper to make it rise instead of destroying it. Water lanterns add another element to this symbol; the fire is so close to burning up the paper, and the water is so close to snuffing out the fire. The water might save the paper from the fire…but it would destroy the paper too, in a different way. Perhaps you could use these ideas as metaphors in your story. 

Another symbol it could stand for is a book. The words upon the pages spark the human imagination like a match, or pass on ideas like a torch. A paper lantern could even be a symbol for a person—or any living being, really—a soul housed within a fragile vessel. Perhaps you could write about how the fires of our own ambitions and passions—or even love—can sometimes burn us up with them. 

My challenge for you this week is to use this as an opportunity to explore other cultures through your writing. Pick one of the uses mentioned above, or something you can find in your own research, and write a story about it! 

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!

There! Our lantern is ready! Now, let it go, and make a wish as you watch it float away. 

—Derek, Pearce, Paul & Kaylie 

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39 responses to “Writing Group: Paper Lanterns (PRIVATE)”

  1. WolfsbaneX Avatar
    WolfsbaneX

    “To Snuff Out the Wicked Flame”
    By Hemming Sebastian Bane

    Chandra panted as the soft moonlike light of her jellyfish shikigami floated beside her. This exorcism was tough. And it wasn’t because of the hososhi’s natural strength. No, this kegare, this spiritual pollution, was unlike anything she had seen before. The hososhi stood tall, the east-facing of his four eyes falling on her. His body writhed in agony, his fangs bared, and his mouth foamed. The symbol on his chest burned through his kimono: three lines of equal length in a column with the second line broken in half.

    Chandra knew this symbol. The trigram of fire. Why such a symbol would be appearing on a possessed yokai’s chest, she didn’t know. The onmyoji sighed. Three purification talismans hadn’t been enough to purge the kegare from the hososhi. A fourth wouldn’t help.

    Just as the talisman entered her hand, the hososhi crouched like a snake ready to pounce. His already red skin glowed even redder and steam emitted from his pores. With alarming alacrity, the possessed yokai charged Chandra and slammed his fist into her navel. The onmyoji fell to one knee, the force of the blow pushing her back. The part of her robes over her stomach burned away, leaving an angry red mark. Chandra quickly patted out the flames and dodged another punch, a gout of fire missing her by millimeters.

    The possessed hososhi skidded to a halt, falling to all fours like some sort of beast. Chandra panted. This was bad. If he hit her again… The onmyoji shuddered. She didn’t want to think about it, and she didn’t have the time. The hososhi already crouched, ready for another charge. Chandra racked through her mind.

    ‘The kegare manifested as fire.’

    The possessed yokai sprang forth, fist engulfed in flame.

    ‘Water destroys fire. And the body stores water energy…’

    The punch soared towards Chandra’s exposed stomach, but she swayed out of the way.

    ‘In the pelvis!’

    With the flick of her wrist, Chandra slapped a talisman on the hososhi’s thigh. The possessed yokai flew forward with the inertia of his dodged blow before hitting the ground face first.

  2. A Good Memory (Chronicles of The Dragon)
    By Makokam

    “Hey, knock knock.” Jonathan said, rapping a knuckle against his little step-sister’s bedroom door, and pushing it open.

    “Jonathan! You’re back!” Jostica cheered, setting her homework down and running over. “Did Mom and Dad see you yet? They were MAD when you didn’t come home last night.” She peeked around him and down the hall before grinning. “Were you with Caitlyn?” she asked with a sing song tone.

    Jonathan rolled his eyes. “No.” Then he leaned towards her and put a finger to his lips, “But if they ask that’s exactly where I was.”

    Jostica’s eyes lit up as she realized she was brought into a secret. She didn’t know what it was, but she was part of it now.

    “More importantly, while I was gone I saw a store with all these cool knickknacks.” He pulled a bag from behind his back and walked over to set it down on her desk. “I couldn’t afford any of the stuff that was supposed to be magic, but I did find this…”

    He pulled out a paper cylinder that was covered in swirls of color, and had a strange top that kind of reminded her of a fan. Next he removed a thin wire frame and a candle.

    “Do you know what it is?”

    “Is it…like a nightlight?”

    “Kind of, but I wouldn’t recommend using it as one.” He put the candle in the frame, and then hung the cylinder over it, before giving it a spin and looking at Jostica.

    “Oh! It’s going put the patterns on the wall when the candle is lit!” she exclaimed, clapping her hands. “There are matches in the kitchen, I’ll be right back!”

    “Wait you don’t-” he stopped as she was already down the steps. He gave the lantern a spin.

    When she came back up candle had been lit and was casting patterns of galaxies and nebulae on her walls.

    “Oooh! It’s so pretty!” But then pouted. “I wanted to light it though.”

    “Oh, well, here,” and he reached out to the candle with his bare hand.

    1. WolfsbaneX Avatar
      WolfsbaneX

      It’s always heartwarming to see siblings getting along. I like that the lantern is something that brings Jonathan and Jostica closer together and reaffirms their bond. There was one little grammar mistake (singsong is one word), but it didn’t take away from the story. Overall, I think the story is great.

    2. MasaCur Avatar
      MasaCur

      I loved this story. It’s such a wholesome little look into Jonathan’s and Jostica’s early relationship, and I like how loving he is to his stepsister. Jostica is fun to see as a younger person as well. She seems to have a certain innocence to her that isn’t present in her adult crime-fighting life.
      Small nitpick. You do have Jostica pouting twice in the same paragraph.
      Anyway, thanks for writing this, Mako.

    3. This is such a fun story. It’s so damn wholesome seeing Jonathan and Jostica like this. Especially the little things like her being teasing in the way she asks if he was out with Caitlyn and how happy she was to be part of a secret. It’s all the most adorable thing ever.

      Jostica’s excitement at the lantern was really fun to read as well. You can easily imagine her being so excited about lighting it that she runs downstairs before he can finish saying she doesn’t need to.

      All in all this was such a joy to read. Great take on the prompt!

  3. Rattus Avatar
    Rattus

    The Spirits Around Us
    by Gerrit (Rattus)

    Yaichi stared out the window of the ship at the distant stars. He remembered countless nights of his childhood staring up at them, dreaming of one day being among them. He hadn’t realized how far away they were, then. He’d imagined himself weaving between them in a ship of his own, so close he could feel their heat. Still, there was a beauty in the unhindered view he now found himself with.

    The pinprick lights that broke up the dark expanse reminded Yaichi of the lantern festival back home. If memory served him correctly, that should be coming up soon. Or had it already passed? Time had become such a blur in the past few months.

    Every year, the people of Yamato would honour their dead on the first day of spring. Everyone who had lost someone in the past year would make a lantern in their honour. Then at night the lanterns would be released, filling the night sky with their flickering lights.

    Being born into a servant family, Yaichi’s family had never been able to afford much when it came to lanterns. Theirs were simple at best, some of them so slapped together it was a wonder they stayed together long enough to survive the festival.

    Yaichi had always wondered what happened to the lanterns after the festival. He had never seen old lanterns fall back to the ground. Most likely they burned up in the air, he figured. But legend had it that the lanterns ascended to the heavens, where they were received by the spirits of those they had been made for.

    It was easy for Yaichi to imagine that each little light around him, each glimmering star, was a lantern floating to the heavens. That he was surrounded by the spirits of those that came before him, watching and guiding him on his journey. Deep down, he knew that wasn’t the case.

    But it was a comforting thought, and one that he was more than happy to let himself believe.

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

      Awww I really liked this!!

      Your imagery especially is just wonderful. I know the wonderful and serene feeling of looking up into the stars, and I can feel that reading this story. And adding to it the similar feeling of looking at lanterns. …There’s just such peace and beauty in this story. It’s like a lullaby in a story. (Though maybe I’m only saying that because I’m about to go to sleep and am tired XD)

      “He remembered countless nights of his childhood staring up at them, dreaming of one day being among them. He hadn’t realized how far away they were, then.”
      –Cool image/idea.
      I feel like there could maybe be some symbolism there. Like maybe this character is ambitious, often reaching for things they don’t realize are too far.
      …Or maybe he’s just looking at the stars XD

      “He’d imagined himself weaving between them in a ship of his own, so close he could feel their heat.”
      –Another beautiful image. There’s something so dreamlike to this.

      “If memory served him correctly, that should be coming up soon. Or had it already passed?”
      –I like your detail about the passage of time

      Each new idea just adds more intrigue to the piece and takes it to a new, deeper level. Using lanterns to honor spirits of the dead is a neat idea. Then it’s interesting he came from a servant’s family and couldn’t afford much. I wonder again if there’s symbolism in him being high above the world in a ship now–if he’s in a higher position in society. And then him thinking about what happens to them when they fall is so interesting. It’s so cool you take it back around to the lanterns becoming the stars.

      This story is so well done. It can be hard to give a story that is purely description/internal monologue momentum, and keep it interesting, but I think you did that wonderfully here.

      The only critique I’d have, and it could be just the mood I’m currently in, but the ending “Deep down, he knew that wasn’t the case.
      But it was a comforting thought, and one that he was more than happy to let himself believe.” stopped up the flow considerably for me. Like…we know that isn’t the case literally, but the beauty of the piece is the dreamlike-ness, the remembrance within it, and Yaichi finding beauty in the world, makes that not matter. Like Yaichi, for a moment we believe all these things too. So then dropping reality in at the end seems odd. Stopping the momentum to say it’s not true…only to return to saying he believes it (and ending on a more tell-y note when the piece as a whole did a good job of being show-y) took away some of that beautiful momentum you created for me.

      Nonetheless, I think you did a great job with this!

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

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    1. WriterOfThought Avatar
      WriterOfThought

      I feel like healing factors aren’t utilized enough in torture scenes. Excellent choice. This was quite visceral.

      I really need to go back through your works to learn more about this world you’ve built. I don’t need it for the context of this story, but knowing that you have more, this entry made me WANT more.

      You could say that I’m “hungry like the wolf”

      Terrible puns aside, I think this is one of my favorites of yours that I’ve read. Great job!

    2. Ooooo! I haven’t read too many of these with Victor and Savion interacting. I didn’t even know it was Victor that Transformed Lestair. It makes complete sense though, especially if he Transforms Savion later as well.

      But as for this story specifically, I frickin adore the emotion here. I think that’s the strongest part of the piece. You can almost feel Savion’s fury in the beginning and how it remains but gets peppered with a healthy dose of frustration as Victor calls him on his shit.

      Victor has it right on the money that Savion can get as angry as he wants and feel as betrayed as he wants but he can’t blame that on Lestair. It’s Savion’s views that make Lestair becoming human such a problem.

      I also liked Savion’s attacks on Victor and how not only did they do no lasting damage, but he was clearly allowing them so Savion could get it all out.

      And of course the last line was so much Victor that it got a legitimate laugh out of me.

      Loved this take on the prompt!

    3. WolfsbaneX Avatar
      WolfsbaneX

      I am scared for Savion. Victor has never been more terrifying than in this story. I do love that idea that Savion treasures his epithets, but to Victor they’re Savion’s crutches. And knowing Victor’s story makes his question to Savion about putting him back together so much more horrifying. He already made one monster in the same of a human. What’s a second? Excellent work here!

    4. I really like this story. I assume it’s Savion meeting Lestair the Wolf turned Lestair the Human for the first time?

      The thing that’s interesting to me about this is that it feels like a weeks worth of interactions between Victor and Savion condensed into a couple of minutes.

      Though, I suppose if Victor knew Savion well enough already, maybe he could make these statements without hanging around and watching him descend through the stages of grief over his brother’s transformation.

      It also would explain why Victor comes down on him like a ton of bricks. Victor normally seems calmer…or at least less, “sit down and shut up”. So… alternately, is this a confrontation that’s been building for awhile? Lestair and Mo seemed to be by themselves when they were going to see him, so is this Victor going to see Savion after he’s rejected Lestair once (or more) already and talk some sense into him?

      On that note, I like the darker take on “What I’m really good at is putting things together”, ya know, with all the stitching and what not.

      Oh, and the title being a reference to the phrase “paper tiger”, is nice, because despite all his malice and ferocity Savion is still just a big puppy who wants to be curled up in front of a fire with his loved ones.

  5. Aracnarquista Avatar
    Aracnarquista

    Seekers of the Lighthouse
    by Aracnarquista

    Where does one hide the solution to a mystery?

    In plain sight, it seems.

    I can’t help but feel amused by the revelation, as I walk (once again) to my destiny. Just last month, I spent more time in that library than any other place – after all, I found myself there even in my dreams. Researching the various clues to the puzzle’s solution required my prolonged stay there… and the place is, indeed, quite welcoming.

    An island of calmness and wonder in a tumultuous sea of anxiety and bleakness.

    And it surely doesn’t hurt that the people working there are so helpful.

    Where do the hints towards completing the map take us?

    All over the city, and also all over any possible research field. And still, in the end, all the spread out clues form a web of relations whose central node seems to be the library.

    One of the first books I borrowed there was Treasure Island. And from it I learned that getting the map and knowing where it points to is just the beginning of the journey. X marks the spot, the library itself. I’ve been there during most of the search – now, how to solve its labyrinthine access?

    That’s where the other clues come in. I hope I deciphered them right.

    I think the librarian was about to greet me by name (I’ve become a regular), but as she sees the book in my hands she stops herself.

    “Returning?”

    I nod, while I put the “Tales” on top of the table. The copy with missing pages in “The Purloined Letter”.

    She opens it up, and nods. “Do you have a library card, Mr. …?”

    “Seeker. Wanderer D. Seeker.” I nod, while lying my name. Is it still lying, when we are exchanging passwords?

    I present her my “library card” – a Hermit Tarot card.

    She smiles. “Welcome home, Mr. Seeker.” She gestures to the other assistant, who invites me into a room I’ve never noticed in my previous visits. The Lighthouse: the room where puzzle-solvers become puzzle-makers. The hunt for the Lighthouse begins anew.

    1. WriterOfThought Avatar
      WriterOfThought

      This is a gorgeous entry, although I’m not quite sure I’m getting your paper lantern correctly.

      Is it that the library houses books, and is also acting as a lighthouse?

      Other than that, the story is solid. Your narrator is compelling and I love his use of vocabulary. I was half expecting the dweller of this library to be Talebot.

      Excellent work!

      1. Aracnarquista Avatar
        Aracnarquista

        Thanks for the comment, WriterofThought.

        There were more elements to make a basis on the first drafts, but the idea was what you said – a library that is also acting as a lighthouse – a place where books are store, which is also a reference point so that those in that particular journey can guide themselves (and, ultimately, their destiny). The Hermit tarot card is also a sneaky reference to the prompt, as the hermit is usually depicted with a lantern… and, well, cards are made of paper.

        My first idea for this prompt was really different – I was going the epistolary route, and I’d like to make a reference for letters acting as lighthouses so that the writer can guide their own thoughts (and, looking back, trace the steps of their own story). But I couldn’t work it due to the word limit, so I decided to try to play with variations on that theme, and ultimately arrived at this one. Not a story I am satisfied with, but a story, nonetheless.

        Thanks for the feedback!

    2. DaLeen Avatar
      DaLeen

      I really love this idea. I’m always a fan of looping stories, the ones that end at a place similar to where they began. And in this case I can easily imagine to be the next in line for solving this puzzle…

      Really, a very fun read. I just think it might have suffered a bit due to the word limit, at some points it feels kind of… rushed? Or as if some details would have helped in making it more entertaining, or gripping. It works well enough as it is, but it just feels like that little something is missing to make it a great story.

      Still, like I said, I enjoyed it. Thank you for writing and sharing it.

  6. Fog Wall Avatar
    Fog Wall

    Elderwood – The Festival of Fireflies

    ~Foggy Wall

    The boat gently shifted beneath us. The giant Pyremoths were out in droves tonight. Between them and the moons above, the lake glowed in amber-tinted light. The vast, mirror-like water gave perfect reflections in the excited calm of the summer night. Hidden beneath the ancient trees that sparsely grew from far beneath, Lake Sorossaun was teeming with life. 

    “Momma?” The small voice drew my attention, “Will Pappi know it’s for him?” 

    Looking down with a tearfully forced smile, I placed a hand atop her beautiful little head, “Of course, Niyh… I bet he’ll watch over it too.”

    She held the tightly woven paper lantern to her chest. As if it were a prized treasure. Which it was. The thick paper had taken weeks to press and cure. Even more time went into weaving the magical glyphs into it. 

    A horn sounded low but loud in the distance, more cascaded into it as the celebration began. Niyh fumbled the lantern and hastily covered her ears.

    Lifting the lantern and unfolding it, long beaded tails fell from it, the lantern was a pentagon with a rounded top. “Watch this!” I told her, carefully setting the lantern on the water’s surface.

    “Okay, Momma!” She shared my excitement, making my smile genuine.

    Focusing and drawing in the magic of nature… I could feel it… My love for my husband, his daughter, my home and my forest. The warmth of magic.

    I pressed the lantern below the waters’ surface. Cool water lapping at my wrist, I emptied my magic into it. Releasing the lantern, it drifted up from the water and into the air. The paper was dry and glowing a pale yellow, the glyphs; as red as smoldering embers. 

    Niyh’s awe was evident as she took in the sight all around us. “There’s so many, Momma…everything’s so bright!”

    We watched it float up and away, joining hundreds of others… Giving the world one more source of collective light.

    “Tell Pappi you love him,” I coaxed her.

    Pouncing on the edge of the boat, she waved to our lantern, “Love you, Pappi! Bye-bye!”

    1. Fog Wall Avatar
      Fog Wall

      Thank you Norman! You were a big help, I appreciate the input and thoughts you gave to help me refine my thoughts.

      1. Norman Gray Avatar
        Norman Gray

        You’re very welcome, however I think you probably would have got the story to where it needed to be without my help; most of what makes it work very well, the emotion and imagery, was already there in your writing… Sometimes all it takes it to just set a story aside for a bit and come back to it after a break with a fresh perspective, in order to see it more objectively and figure out what’s missing.

        I will always sleep on a story and revisit it the next day if I’m stuck on what needs changing. Even if I think the story is finished, Ill give it a day if I have time, before I re-read and post it.

        This piece, and seeing what ended up on the cutting room floor as well, got me pretty intrigued about the bigger story that isn’t told in these 350 words… This piece does a good job of feeling bigger than it is, giving us a glimpse into a world waiting just beyond the edges of the page.

    2. I’m not crying, you’re crying!

      Seriously though, this was such a beautiful take on the prompt. Whether you’ve experienced loss or not, I think everyone can empathize with this to some degree.

      I think what I like the most is that this story would absolutely have worked in the real world, which makes the inclusion of magic so grounded. You also do a great job of describing how the magic is used and how it looks so the reader can easily picture the sky filled with these glowing lanterns.

      I also liked that it wasn’t all magic as well, with how the paper was made the old fashioned way. It’s another thing that keeps the story grounded and personal.

      All in all, a great story. Thanks so much for sharing!

  7. Glaceon373 Avatar
    Glaceon373

    Being Weak
    by Carrie (Glaceon373)

    She never liked to feel weak.

    Did anyone? Not usually, of course. But she didn’t know what anyone else felt except herself, and she knew for a fact that she did not like to feel weak.

    Sometimes, people told her that she was not, in fact, weak at all. You’re so strong! they insisted. Look at how capable you are! Look at how much you do without breaking a sweat!

    She’d had many years to practice smiling and nodding.

    Other times, they would tell her she was, in fact, weak. They would tell her she was incapable, at least in her current state. And wouldn’t it be wonderful if they sold her a solution to all her problems? Only for the low, low price of a few dollars, or a hundred hours, or forsaking a moral or three?

    So which is it? she’d ask herself. Am I strong, or am I weak? Am I a powerful, burning fire, or am I a flimsy piece of paper?

    But she never asked anyone other than herself. Again, she’d had many years to practice smiling and nodding.

    It took her a very long time to realize that strength and weakness were not mutually exclusive.

    She’d watched bullies break into tears, mice scare away elephants, a raging man freeze at the sound of a familiar voice, and a child destroy a ceramic twice their size. But it took her a few years to connect it all. It took her a few years to connect it to herself.

    Sometimes strong things were weak. Sometimes weak things were strong. Sometimes someone could power through a terrible situation without breaking a sweat, and still not be able to do twenty reps of five-pound dumbbells.

    And, sometimes, that was okay.

    And, other times, she didn’t have a choice.

    So it went for her. She fought against the hardships with a gentle smile on her face. She received awards for goodness, but not greatness. She struggled, but in time she would make it. She failed, but got up again.

    She was flimsy paper, but with a core of fire.

    1. MasaCur Avatar
      MasaCur

      I like the way you wrote this juxtaposition of strength and weakness that you’ve written for this piece, and using the paper lantern as a way of encapsulating this. The examples of people who will praise her accomplishments and then others who will say she needs to pay something to be as strong as she’s expected are all something relatable. And I can understand the reaction of just learning to smile and nod, and remain confused about where she stands. This is a nice, encouraging piece to read. I do wonder if it is somewhat autobiographical, and this is something that’s happened with you.
      Anyway, thank you for writing this Carrie. I enjoyed it.

    2. DaLeen Avatar
      DaLeen

      This is a very interesting story. And like Masa, I also wonder if that’s something you experienced yourself.

      What I can say is, that I know this situation, I’ve been called both weak and strong myself; and had to come to the conclusion that it’s not entirely exclusive. (It’s our weaknesses that make us strong, in the end.)

      And you put it all down on “paper” very well, it’s easy to get her feelings and thoughts. Thank you for writing and sharing this story.

      (And sorry for me rambling a bit, I think it might have hit me harder than I thought…)

  8. MasaCur Avatar
    MasaCur

    Lotus Flowers
    By MasaCur

    Su quietly crept into the Ridgecloud mansion, a large shopping bag in her hand. She slipped off her shoes, and tiptoed through the main hall.

    “What’s going on, Su?” Sonja asked from the top of the stairs.

    Su gasped and dropped the bag. It softly thumped on the floor, and paper rustled within.

    “What have you got there?” Sonja asked.

    A light blush formed on the young woman’s face. “It’s um, a surprise.”

    “For me?”

    “Well, for everyone.”

    Sonja smiled reassuringly. “Francis, Clay, and Ramona are out on an information gathering assignment, but they’ll be back later. But I think Ryan and Erykah are in the library, and Melissa may be there too. Cristian is flitting about somewhere here. I can go gather them over, if you’d like.”

    “The library would be fine,” Su said.

    Sonja nodded and followed Su into the library. At a table, Ryan and Erykah were studying a spell together.

    Su placed the bag on the table and pulled out a lotus flower made of poster paper. She grabbed an LED tea candle from the bag, turned it on, and set it inside.

    “Today is Yeondeunghou, the Korean celebration of the birthday of Buddha. One of the traditions is the lighting of paper lotus lanterns. I made one for each of you. I hope I’m not offending any of you. I don’t mean to push my beliefs on anyone. Frankly…hunting the supernatural has made me question some of my own beliefs. But as you are all my friends, I wanted to do something for you.” She turned and handed the lantern to Sonja.

    Sonja nodded and took the lantern with both hands. “Thank you, Su. I appreciate you including us in your cultural traditions.”

    Su smiled shyly, and pulled out more lamps for each of her friends present, and handed them over. Finally, she pulled out a larger lantern, made of bamboo and colored tissue. “This is a more traditional lantern. If it’s okay, I’d like to light it here for the rest of the day. And perhaps make a prayer for us to stay safe.”

    1. Fog Wall Avatar
      Fog Wall

      This is an interesting piece. I do love a solid mystery mansion hunting paranormals and monsters. Though, I feel too many characters were mentioned. The referenced characters could ha e been summed up and that would have given you more word count to work with in regards to conversation for the characters and such.

      I wish there had been more exored at the end, and I love the fact that you took the time to explore and present the readers with the Korean tradition involving these beautiful lotus lanterns. I’d have loved if this scene was at a koi pond in the mansions gardens.

      Thank you for writing this piece!

      OH! Also… Fire in the Library… BIG NONONO

  9. Norman Gray Avatar
    Norman Gray

    Burning Memories
    By Norman Gray

    May 8th, 1807

    My name is William Stone. I am a lone traveler.

    Some have called me a brave fool… Today, my foolishness proves truer than my bravery.

    As I write this, I sit upon a nameless rock in uncharted waters, shipwrecked. I salvaged what provisions I could from the wreckage before it capsized; food and drink, lamp oil, candles… And mercifully, my journal.

    I have only delayed the inevitable. My rations will run out in the coming days. This place is barren. I am alone.

    I find solace in my memoirs, my fate forgotten as I relive my adventures… I settle upon pages written during my time in the Orient; remembering the celebrations, the flying lanterns as they filled up the night sky, people wishing upon their light…

    A terrible idea has entered my mind, unbidden.

    May 9th, 1807

    I have torn out my pages. They will never be read save perhaps for this final entry, which I will seal in a bottle.

    My thoughts are plagued by a notion that will not leave me be… Foolish, but a fool’s chance is better than none.

    I have bonded the paper’s edges together with candlewax; four pages, four sides. A fifth page across the top. With hairs plucked from my beard, with cloth, wax and oil, I have made a lantern…

    My memoirs, out of the water and into the fire. I will destroy my past, for the hope of seeing a future.

    I will make many more. I pray that they will fly. And I pray that someone will be watching… A small hope, but perhaps the only hope that remains.

    If I should perish, then through this last page I implore my memory to live on… If you find this: Know that I raged against the coming night, that my light burned brightest when the darkness came for me.

    If you see lamplight in the midnight sky, know that I wished upon that flame, and that you’ve made my wish come true…

    However I may, I will carry on.

    I will not die here.

    I will carry on.

    1. Fog Wall Avatar
      Fog Wall

      This is so sad… reminds me of Police – Message in a Bottle.

      Then again, I’ve always seen these castaway stories as either the Ultimate survival challenge or an inevitably slow and torturous way to die…

      Water Water everywhere, but not a drop to drink…

      Excellent writing and I hope this story gets featured.

    2. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      I thought this was to be a story about despair or about the madness of isolation creeping in… how wrong was I! This is a tale of hope! And beautifully written.

      A sad tale of hope, but a tale of hope nevertheless.

      I particularly love the idea of burning up one’s past as the way for possible future. In this story, it is very literal (and poetic) – but its metaphorical use is also amazing.

      The terrible idea might be the only sensible idea. (and maybe, it still makes it terrible, who knows?). For a future to be possible, the past might be abandoned. Or maybe, the past experiences must be used? There is a lot of ways to read this story, and this makes it even more interesting.

      Thanks a lot for sharing it!

  10. DaLeen Avatar
    DaLeen

    These Words Are Knives (And Often Leave Scars)
    By Taja DaLeen

    You know, moon jars are most beautiful when you hold them close; when you imbue them with your magic and make them a part of yourself. That’s when they shine the brightest, when they reach their full potential.

    You are no moon jar.

    That’s what I had to learn the hard way. I tried and tried to make it work, but it just wouldn’t. No matter how much I cared for you, how much I loved you, I only made it worse.

    You’re more like a sky lantern, made of the most precious paper.

    They’re most beautiful from afar, when you don’t try to get too close; when you let them go and they fly high up into the sky. They have to soar, be free to reach their full potential.

    They won’t be able to fulfill their purpose when you tie them to the ground.

    And you have to be really careful while handling them, so they won’t break. Even the smallest hit, no matter how much of an accident it was, can damage them. Every tiny argument hurt you more and more, until you were nothing more than a crumpled piece of paper, a torn shell of yourself.

    I got too close… you were never mine to begin with.

    And if I was completely honest, by now I’m just as afraid of you falling apart as you are… like a sky lantern with broken wiring. All would crash and burn.

    I still love you, I really do, and that’s why… I have to let you go. No matter how much it hurts me, the alternative would hurt even more in the end.

    So please, fly and be free, my beautiful sky lantern.

    1. Fog Wall Avatar
      Fog Wall

      I get the feeling this may carry a lot of personal weight… It feels… mournful yet hopeful. Sad yet liberating… Much like the lantern above.

    2. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      This is really beautiful.

      I want to comment on it, but I’m finding it very difficult to articulate in words what I think of this piece. I confess it got me a bit emotional after reading, and that’s not something I get a lot of recently by reading.

      This is very beautiful and very truthful. And it articulates some very poetic and yet difficult sentiments in a very beautiful way. And by being beautiful, it does not make it any less painful, I guess.

      At first, I’d say I thought the title didn’t match the tone of the story, but on a second reading, I’m thinking better on it. At least the way I see it, the words are hurting and leaving scars in the one proffering them. The one admitting to the need of setting the other free, admitting to have dealt in an incongruous way in that relationship and now seeing it should have been different. Knowing how to make it better and how to do the right thing does not save us from the pain of doing it…

      I will repeat once again, ’cause it bears repeating. This is a beautiful story. Thanks a lot for sharing it.

  11. The Enemy of My Enemy
    By Marx

    “Get out,” Shayna growled.

    Daisy took a deep breath but stood her ground. “We need to talk.”

    “If Matt didn’t trust you, I’d be killing you right now.”

    “Look, I get it… I do, but-”

    “No!” Shayna screamed, her hands balled into fists. “You DON’T get it. When I look at you, all I can see is my family’s killer!”

    Daisy took another breath. “Just… hear me out. I was just the tool. Alex is your true enemy.”

    “Don’t use your weakness to justify your choices!”

    “My-?!” Daisy’s eyes widened before narrowing into a glare. “Alex kidnapped you for a few hours. I was his thrall for over a year! Don’t you DARE talk to me about weakness!”

    Shayna shuddered, shaking off the memories of her time with him.

    The two glowered silently at each other until Daisy conceded. “Look, we don’t have to like each other. This isn’t about us. This is about killing Alex.”

    Shayna rolled her eyes. “Yeah, right. The only one powerful enough to kill Alex is Matt. And he can’t even look for that asshole because of that stupid compromise.”

    “Actually,” Daisy began, “…I asked Matt to… change me. Literally. So that I wouldn’t be Alex’s thrall anymore, but still had enough power to protect myself.”

    That caught Shayna’s attention.

    “Alex found out and… he wasn’t happy. He attacked me and… I fought back. I hurt him. And he couldn’t heal from it. He had to run. I think Matt unconsciously made me an… Alex killer, for lack of a better term. And the only other person he’s changed like that is-”

    “Me…” Shayna unconsciously ran her fingers over her belly, where the near fatal injury had previously been. “You think I’m an Alex killer too…”

    Daisy sighed. “He’s going to come after me. And even though I can kill Alex in theory, I’m not stupid. He… weakens me… I need someone to back me up if I… fail.”

    “…what if he makes you his thrall again?”

    Daisy’s eyes darkened. “Then I need someone to kill me.”

    Shayna smirked. “You should have opened with that.”

    1. Fog Wall Avatar
      Fog Wall

      Hey, I might be an Alex, so I hope they don’t come for me! Lol

      Okay, so I’m missing the jist, while thos is an interesting bit of dialogue with some well written energy, I fail to see the paper lantern… I must be missing something, but I only read it twice.

      With that gripe outta the way, I do like the aspect of this Matt fellow altering these two enough for them to become a potential threat to Alex. Although this left me with quite a few questions in refards to what Matt had actually done.

      The dialogue is solid and I particularly loved the last line of it. Good work Marx

      1. Lol oh you’d know if you were the Alex they were after. You’re safe! Also, I’ll fully admit that there’s no physical paper lantern here. I took more of a symbolic take on the prompt by deconstructing it.

        Basically, I took something powerful/an energy source(the fire/light) and put it inside something fragile(the paper).

        Be it Daisy, who has the power to kill Alex but acknowledges her emotional fragility when it comes to him, or Shayna and Daisy coming together driven by their powerful hate of Alex but having a paper thin connection to each other, or Alex, himself, having such a powerful traumatic impact on both Daisy and Shayna but either one could kill him.

        Just tried to generally wrap powerful things in something fragile lol. Not sure how well it translates but I thought it was a fun way to take the prompt!

        Thank you so much for the review! I’m glad you liked it!

    2. I liked this.

      I read your response to Foggy and I think the strongest example of a metaphorical paper lantern is the two of them uniting for a purpose, held together by the flimsiest bond. Not sure why. Something about them uniting for a hope, or a dream, that could go up in smoke relatively easily.

      I’m not sure about the context of Shayna’s “upgrade” though, so I have doubts about her being “super-effective” against Alex-Type demons. Buy either way I suspect as back-up she’ll do her job.

      But because of plot I feel like this is going to fail.

      1. I do agree with you there. The others definitely work but the story is pretty much built on the shaky foundation between the two.

        As for the context of Shayna’s upgrade, you aren’t wrong lol. It is a bit of a leap of faith. She was almost killed by a much weaker demon than Alex, but it’s also been clear since the beginning that Alex is her goal, in a Drax kinda way.

        So between the injury and her being traumatized by Alex before, when Matt overhealed her, there is a very good chance Alex was on his mind. But that is an assumption lol.

        As for if the plan will work?

        No comment lol.

  12. WriterOfThought Avatar
    WriterOfThought

    Baby Mine
    WriterOfThought

    Another lantern rose its way over the treeline. Mikhael wondered if he should go to its origin point, but ultimately could not bring himself to go to it. He knew who had sent it, and he couldn’t bear to face her again. Not after all this time.

    How much had she grown since he last saw her all those years ago? Had she grown at all, or did she now bear his ageless curse? To him, she would always be his little girl, but with how much time had passed…

    He used to see those lanterns every night, but lately they had grown infrequent. The first time he saw one, he was elated, but did not have the materials to send a return signal. It would be weeks before he was able to access them, but that night there was no lantern. His unbeating heart sank into his stomach that day. Perhaps he should have sent his own up after all.

    Mikhael recalled when he taught Rheesa how to make paper lanterns. It was one of those dark, cloudy mornings where he could tolerate the sun until it burned the clouds away. With how hostile the world was to their kind, he knew it was only a matter of time until something managed to separate them, so he taught her of the floating lanterns he remembered from festivals when he was a child. They could use them to find each other, as long as they each had the tools they needed.

    It had been so long since she had started sending them up, he wondered how she hadn’t given up hope that he was even alive. For all she knew, he was slain in that raid all those decades ago. Perhaps she was sending them up as a remembrance.

    Perhaps it was better that way, he convinced himself. He was better off remembered as the father slain in battle than the father who couldn’t save his daughter.

    1. Fog Wall Avatar
      Fog Wall

      This story packs some feelings… I want a story where they reunite now…

      *sniffles*

      Okay! Time to be objective. This story has a lot of heart and it an acking one. So, while I love that it’s all introspective and takes the time to explore Mikhael’s feelings toward his daughter, I feel it could have been better for him to be crafting or having a recently crafted lantern. This lantern coild have been described and it would show us hos love for her. He could be holding onto it, I having lost his tools to craft another. He might have struggled with lighting it because of that.

      I feel it needed a little more motion or action. However, all that aside, I do really feel for the dude. His daughter’s out there sending out her love for him and he’s restraining himself out of shame… Shame he shouldn’t have but harbors anyway.

      Great snippet and greatly appreciated. Thank you for writing amd sharing it.

    2. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      I really love this story, and all the elements it contains. I appreciate how much world-building (and relationship-building) is present and implied through it…

      And I also can’t help but agree with Fog Wall’s comment: that story could really benefit from a weaving of emotionality and action. It is quite powerful in the remembrance and feelings angle, but dealing in memories and thinking on those memories dampen a bit of the impact of the present. I think if the story was interspersed with either a longer description of flying lantern that is being observed (maybe with Mikhael connecting what he is seeing with what he knows of his daughter, so that the story could sell it better for us that he is certain it can only be one of her lanterns) or with his crafting one as well would help connect this two time frames.

      Anyway, it is a lovely story. Thanks a lot for sharing it.

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