Writing Group: Castle in the Sky

Hello Deities, Angels, and Skydivers!

Are you ready to fly? I hope your wings aren’t made of wax, my dears, because…

This week’s Writing Group prompt is:

Castle in the Sky

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This prompt was inspired by Revolutionary Girl Utena’s upside-down illusion castle, one of many symbolic elements in the anime. It symbolizes the ideal fairytale ending for the main antagonist. However, it’s upside down because it’s been perverted by the antagonist shedding his godlike persona to become something more devilish. In addition to its true inspiration, it makes me think of several sky lands from popular media. The first thing it always makes me think of is the Studio Ghibli movie Castle in the Sky, about two kids who venture to a mythical land in the sky, all the while trying to keep its ancient technology from falling into the clutches of the villains. I can’t help but think of The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom, and all the ancient sky islands to explore there as well. Also, of course, the giant’s castle in Jack and the Beanstalk. Cloud City in Star Wars: Empire Strikes Back is another strong example. As well as the Air Temples in Avatar the Last Airbender. I’d venture to guess there is a vast plethora of media which include fairy and/or pegasus castles in the sky. And that’s before we even get to the idea of Heaven. 

As you can see, the image can be used in many ways, and is strong enough to stick with one for years. You could easily take inspiration from one or many of these examples, writing about fairytale worlds, and either the quest to reach them, and/or the lengths heroes must take to keep them preserved. 

But, while the image of a castle in the sky might bring to mind a world of fairies and fantasy, it doesn’t have to be that. Perhaps your castle in the sky is a horrifying place, with gnarled black towers, which block out the sun below. Perhaps it houses a horror of eldritch proportions. The inverted castle in Castlevania: Symphony of the Night is a good example of this. Maybe the heroes aren’t trying to preserve the castle, but rather destroy the villain’s lair. 

You could also take this prompt in a sci-fi direction, especially playing with the definition of “sky.” A castle on another planet would be a castle in the sky to someone looking at it from Earth. Maybe an alien planet is itself a castle in the sky to the child stargazing and dreaming. A space station orbiting the Earth could even be considered a castle in the sky, in a way. 

In another sci-fi direction, in the movie Blade Runner, the rich live above the clouds, and the poor beneath, smothered in smog. Perhaps you could use this sort of idea in your story, where the castle in the sky is a hierarchical paradise. Maybe you want to focus on those who live beneath the castle in the sky. Or maybe it’s the poor who are shunted off to the sky, where the altitude causes sickness, and the paradise is the ground. 

The movie Belle also includes a sky castle, and a lonely beast in need of saving…all within virtual reality. Perhaps storing data in the cloud could be considered a castle of information. Maybe there’s a virtual world beneath the screen of a computer full of palaces of data. Even simply a room full of secret data could be considered a castle, as long as the room is somehow in the sky. 

The idea of a “mind palace” has been popularized by BBC’s Sherlock. Maybe you could find a way to connect the idea of the mind to the sky. Maybe, for someone who always has their head in the clouds, their head is a castle in the sky. Maybe you want to write about your characters delving into someone’s mind, and their secrets physically manifest as castles. 

Maybe it’s a matter of perspective. A castle might only look like it’s in the sky, but rather be in the sea, surrounded by fog. Mount Olympus is a mountain on the ground, but perhaps the ancient Greeks said the gods lived there because it looked like the top was in the sky. Perhaps it’s a projection upon the clouds rigged up by a magician—be they a true magician, or simply a master of illusion. 

There are even real life mirages that look like fairy castles. There is a superior mirage called a “Fata Morgana” which is the Italian translation of “Morgan the Fairy” aka “Morgana le Fey.” The mirage makes the image distorted look higher than it is, and often alters it in many ways, making parts of the image look upside down, to the point where it’s unrecognizable and otherworldly. In the past, it was often described as fairy castles, or false land conjured by Morgana’s magic. I’ve always been fascinated by this idea, and would love to read stories that use it. 

You could play with perspective in another way. Maybe, to a child living in the slums, an apartment looks like a castle in the sky. Perhaps, to an ant on the ground, a spider’s web looks like a castle in the sky. I could see lots of symbolic, animal, and inanimate object perspectives you could use to play with the idea of what is a castle, and what is the sky, with this prompt. 

A castle in the sky can represent a nearly impossible dream that you want to achieve. Perhaps your character has some sort of idealized dream about how things could be, and to another they are just “castles in the sky”—that is to say, not something that can ever be reached, or truly held onto. It’s something on a grand scale that happens maybe once in a generation. Flying too close to something that seems impossible and getting hurt in the process. This prompt can be dark but also cautionary. It could also be more hopeful in nature—a person finding their way out of darkness could be a castle in the sky.

Thinking of our last prompt, even songs could function as castles—with the lyrics as the parapets, and the music carrying it into the clouds. A castle in the sky could be a relationship finally coming to fruition—romantic, platonic, familial, work related. You can look at the sky as a sort of symbolic obstacle; how do you reach the end goal (castle)? And the achieving of the relationship, or whatever else your character is attempting to achieve, could be reaching the castle in the sky. 

You could play with where your characters are as well. Are they on the ground, dreaming of the castle, never able to reach it? Are they on their way to the castle, traversing through the sky? Did they just arrive? Or have they lived inside the castle their whole lives?

My challenge for you is to find something ordinary in the fantastical. This prompt leads one into fantastical worlds. But how could you use it in more ordinary ways? Can you elevate ordinary life somehow? Indulge in the mundane instead of seeking out the grandiose.

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!

Stick close to me, and catch the currents! A world of wonder awaits! 

—Pearce, Kaylie, and Felicia

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  3. CodenameRedKrystalMatrix Avatar
    CodenameRedKrystalMatrix

    That Ancient Edifice

    By CodenameRedKrystalMatrix

    The Seat of the Arbiter stood at attention. Its turrets, erect and dutiful, saluted the knights that entered. The sun rendered its walls pallid against celestial blue. It could almost be called ethereal. But no matter how much it was scrubbed and repainted for its purpose, it would always be betrayed. The winds through its passages whispered the secrets of the stones. An acrid smell lingered on the currents.

    Every year, its mouth would open to receive its claims. The guests would be marched through its halls. Thieves, liars and the most profoundly violent earned rooms among solemn pillars and grim stone guardians. Some shivered, some snivelled. Others walked on in silence, shame having left them a long time ago. The knights, their task complete, exited.

    “Send ‘em up!” called the wardens.

    In minutes, the propellors were started. Spells were chanted, and the Seat of the Arbiter began to rise. Wails ascended to the highest of heavens, as reality sank upon the shoulders of the damned.

    All that was left was the waiting. The Seat wept, letters drifting to the earth from its many windows. Regrets, wishes, desires for Mr. X or Lady Y for to be cherished as greatly as the captives forgot to do.

    The sky swirled. Cheery blue faded to pale, then deep grey. The mild winds began to howl. Thunder roared. It heaved and groaned, bowing in reverence to the gods that ravaged it. Powerless against their might, it offered up its charges. Flashes brilliant and terrible- burning- screaming – the crackle and popping and smell of sizzling.
    The trembling folk below renewed their prayers for forgiveness. Oh, how the gods detested transgressors.

    Silence. The world brightened once more, cleansed of those who dared defile it. The Seat of the Arbiter, that ancient edifice, stood strong- as it would for generations to come.

  4. Danny Gilhooley Avatar
    Danny Gilhooley

    Armada
    By Danny Gilhooley

    The tone rang for passengers to put their seat belts on. It was the third time in the last half hour it sounded. Beth had her belt on since the plane took off.

    When the turbulence started, she closed her eyes and tried not to think about how high up they were.

    Unfortunately, she wasn’t doing too well.

    “Mom?”

    “What, honey?”

    “Are there parachutes on this plane?”

    “For goodness sake, you need to distract yourself. Look out the window or something. Please.”

    Beth wanted a window seat when they were on the ground, but she couldn’t remember why now that they were up in the air.

    ‘Okay. Distract yourself. Distract yourself.’

    Beth opened her right eye. Her mom was still reading a magazine. The other passengers were looking ahead.

    She challenged herself to open both her eyes and glanced out the window. They were over the ocean. The waves were mere specks down below. A giant cloud hung over the water, and she saw lightning strike down on the water.

    She noticed some clouds closer to the plane, and she realized she never knew what clouds looked like from the air.

    ‘They look like ships!’

    Yeah, battleships! A giant long row of them! All of them surrounding a larger cloud though not as big as the one shooting lightning.

    ‘Yeah, and that one looks like a castle!’

    A giant castle under attack by the thunder cloud. But the castle had an Armada of battleships, each with a competent crew and enough firepower to defend their home. And their plane was arriving to the castle to provide reinforcements.

    The tone sounded again. Beth gripped the chair tight, and smiled.

  5. Reidrev Avatar
    Reidrev

    Faraway Gold
    By Reidrev

    The man never stopped starring. From the moment he learn how to dream his eyes never deviated from the golden castle standing on top of the clouds.

    He made his first attempt at ten, with a ramp, a soapbox and some wheels. He lost a tooth that day. When he reached the age of 30 he was at his 40th attempt. The rocket exploded mid air and, from that day onward, he walked with a cane. At 50 he lost a finger to the maws of gears, 60 an eye to a dragon’s breath. He learned through each attempt, his dream fading more with each failure.

    Here he was, the 413th attempt, the last one. The steam balloon braved the winds and the lighting, it resisted the cold and the monsters that roam in the skies, it reached the castle and the man stepped on its floor.

    He was old, weary, in his eyes were only the cold remnants of where warmth once stood, the castle was silent. A decor plastered with a thin layer of gold shedding with time, no life or portrait, statues, books any trinkets. There was no fire to be found.

    At least, until the man pushed the door of the balcony. The endless sky expanse welcomed him with old spider web like curtains. At the center of it, pointing almost straight up, stood a telescope. A simple wooden telescope.
    The laugh of the man shook the walls as he looked through the lens. Twenty years lighter, hell fire raging behind the pupils and a ravenous grin on his face.

    ’’A castle !’’ he screamed ’’A castle on the moon !’’

    The fire was lit anew and the first attempt toward a new dream began immediately.

    1. CodenameRedKrystalMatrix Avatar
      CodenameRedKrystalMatrix

      Oof. This feels painful to me. It reminds me of that warning that so many people are giving us- that sometimes, the dreams you chase aren’t enough to satisfy you for long. Some grammar issues like “starring” instead of “staring”, and there’s a continuity error. You said he lost an eye, but when describing him in his old age, you said “eye”. That’s the critique I have

      1. Reidrev Avatar
        Reidrev

        Fudge you’re right ! So sorry I really thought I checked all those easy mistakes…
        Welp, thanks for pointing them out ^^

  6. Blinky Avatar
    Blinky

    In the shadow of providence
    by Blinky

    Benny lay in the golden grass and felt the sun across his skin. He spread his arms out wide and kicked the shoes off his feet. He focused on the steady rhythm of his breathing and the sunlight on his skin.

    “Benny,” Someone called. “Your pa’s looking for you.”

    He had no pa here.

    “Benny,” they called again.

    He took a deep breath and choked on it when they threw their book bag onto his stomach. He sat up, coughing his lungs out.

    “You can’t keep doing this,” Iris said as she plopped beside him in the grass.

    “Doing what?” Benny asked, still catching his breath.

    “Disappearing like this. You’re Pa’s getting old, and he’ll give you the shop soon. You can hardly shape a nail. What will you do when he’s too old? You’ve still so much to learn.” She shielded her eyes from the light and looked to the sky. “Why do you come here anyway? We’ll never make it up there.”

    Benny eyed the city looming above theirs. Providence. Pa said he would smack the color out his eyes if he ever said that name around him. Said it was a hammer waiting for the right anvil. It moved every so often but had settled over evergreen for the past few years. “We? You’re testing for their school soon” Benny handed her bag back. “You’re gonna be up there high and mighty for a long while.”

    She rolled her eyes at him and hugged her bag to her chest. “I’ll never test high enough for that.” She leaned into his shoulder. “You’re gonna be stuck seeing me down here for the rest of your miserable life.”

    “Can’t be that miserable then.”

    She pushed him away. “Enough of that. Let’s get going. I still haven’t checked your pa’s books, and I need to study.” She stood and held her hand out.

    Benny looked to the sun disappearing behind the floating city and felt the shade of Providence creep across his face. “Yeah, I’m done here anyway.” He took her hand and followed her into the city.

    1. Bree H. Avatar
      Bree H.

      This was a lovely little story to read. I really enjoyed the bits of characterization you put in there, like the “He had no Pa here” line. I also enjoyed the world-building elements. Enough to provide context and give the reader a sense of the world at large, but leaving enough left out to spark some curiosity in the reader.

      As far as things to improve on goes, the biggest thing in my opinion is syntax and grammar. Some of the sentences are a vague or confusing, such as the sentence “Said it was… …right anvil.” Maybe it’s the placement of the sentence within the paragraph or the sentence itself, but it feels maybe too vague. Also, if “evergreen” is supposed to be a city or place, then it should be capitalized, but I imagine that was just a typo so I’m not super twisted about that. That being said, these are more nitpicks than anything else.

      Overall, I really enjoyed this short story. I think it’s definitely something you could expand into a larger story.

      1. Blinky Avatar
        Blinky

        Thanks for reading! I appreciate your points!

    2. Other-other Nick Avatar
      Other-other Nick

      This paints a very vivid picture and makese wamt to read more. You do a good job of setting the tone for who Benny is and what is going on in his life as well as what he wants, possibly even what we would see if thisnis a full fledged story. Well done.

      1. Blinky Avatar
        Blinky

        I appreciate your time. Thank you!

  7. DaLeen Avatar
    DaLeen

    An Important Meeting
    By Taja DaLeen

    The windrunner’s eight hooves rhythmically hit the ground, galloping across the plains of Ba’al.

    Asmodis was bored again, and craved some excitement, which was the main reason for their trip.

    Well, that and the Ladies would probably be a little… miffed if they didn’t visit them, especially since they knew when they had a reason not to, and when they didn’t.

    Once they got close enough to the flying isles they exchanged their steed for an airwhale. Sure, they could get to the Ladies’ home more easily, but this was more fun.

    Wasn’t that thrill of feeling the wind on your face that every existing creature strived for? To actually know you were part of these beautiful worlds, to really feel alive?

    When Asmodis arrived they were greeted by wholly black eyes seemingly staring right into their soul, seeing everything that was and would be.

    It was a weird feeling. And very weird eyes. They had never really gotten used to them, unlike the fact they always spoke right into their mind. Somehow that was easier to handle than the looks.

    ‘Where is the cake?’

    … so that was what the Ladies had been waiting for. Typical.

    Maybe that was also why most of them chose to take the appearance of crones, except for two, who looked like little children.

    Asmodis held up the bag they brought with them, after which they were ushered into the castle-like structure; this time they obviously were to have their little tea party right next to one of the nine springs that were scattered across the isles.

    “So, how are you doing? Still watching everything as usual?”

    ‘You know we don’t interfere, ever since we took in that girl who ended up having an accident with our spinning wheel. We already talked about this.’

    Asmodis sighed.

    “Yea… but still. Is smalltalk that difficult for you?”

    ‘We don’t care about smalltalk.’

    Squinting, they regarded the Ladies. Yes, they obviously only cared about the cake.

    Who would have thought the Fates would be that much into the taste of human food?

    1. Strong Berry Avatar
      Strong Berry

      Well, duh! Cake is a precious thing. Obviously the only thing the fates would care about in the meaningless human race.
      I like the whimsical tone in this. Asmodis feeling weird after the fates looking at him, despite having visited them so many times, and the castle not being the floating isles, but the cake.

  8. Bree H. Avatar
    Bree H.

    Grounder
    By Bree H.

    Hank stared at the trees as his bones broke, body contorting into inhuman form, the cracking deafeningly loud in his skull. There was a figure above him (or below?), suspended in air. He was, too. It spoke, but all he heard was bones cracking.

    He woke up screaming.

    A nightmare. Just a nightmare. Taking deep breaths, he turned his lamp on and took note of the room, just to be sure. It was his room, of course. Why wouldn’t it be?

    He noticed then that he was soaked in sweat. He looked at the clock. 2:08 am. Crap. He had work tomorrow, but there was no way he’d go back to sleep. He decided to get up and have a grounder* to ease his nerves. Bad habit, but he’d quit some other time.

    Getting some snuff from the can on his bed stand, he got up to put some clothes on, maybe watch some TV. He almost fell over trying to get to the cabinet. Felt like the damn house was floating. Had he been drinking again? Another bad habit.

    He managed to get some clothes on and make his way to the living room, stumbling the whole way. He really should lay off the whiskey. Funny, he didn’t remember drinking at all the day before. Weird. And he didn’t feel hungover either, and Lord knows he’s familiar with that feeling. Sitting down on the couch, he turned on the TV. Static. He turned the channel. Static. He turned again. Static. Great. He got up, still stumbling like a drunk idiot, to get some water because there’s nothing better to do since he couldn’t sleep ‘cause of that damn nightmare and he had work tomorrow and-

    His yard was gone.

    The grass, the trees, the gravel driveway, gone. His porch light illuminated nothing. He went out onto the porch. He saw the outline of the Appalachian below him. Suddenly, work and sleep didn’t matter much.

    He felt himself get lifted from the porch. He saw the figure from his dream. It spoke, but all he heard was bones cracking.

    *”Grounder” is West Virginia slang for chewing tobacco.

    1. Gunpowder Avatar
      Gunpowder

      Very well written! The back and forth between long, stretched out thoughts and choppy sentences is properly disorienting. You’ve also done a good job establishing both character and place in such a short time. I can picture pretty easily what Hank‘s house must look like.

      I really enjoyed the foreshadowing you’ve implemented. Stumbling around and feeling like the house was „floating“ are more literal than the reader realizes. The inclusion of a „grounder“ is a nice touch, since your protagonist is very much not grounded.

  9. koryan94 Avatar
    koryan94

    Imprisoned
    By Koryan

    There once laid a castle in the sky floating as if it were a cloud itself and not of stone. The very thought of it filled me with awe, it must be a sight to behold. I never imagined it existed, or I’d live to see it for myself, or hell, find myself imprisoned in it.

    Rough hands threw me into the cell. “Hey watch it, I could’ve opened my skull against that corner there.” On the way in, snippets of hay, a blanket, bucket, and light behind bars flashed in my sight before I hit the floor with a hard thud.

    “What a warm welcome.”

    I quickly sprung to my feet and watched the two guards hang the keys just out of view. Smart. But how smart?

    Seeing that the stairwell is the only way in or out, as far as I could tell, I thoroughly inspected my cell by turning ever so slightly to the right and left. I kicked the bucket then the hay. Lovely. The light trickling in held my attention. Obviously, this cell was meant for someone bigger as I could barely peep out the window on my tippy-toes. However, what I could see was nothing but white and blue.

    I tested the boundaries within my cell by climbing into the little indent between the window and the bars encasing me in. I managed to look down and I couldn’t see any lush green. A sinking feeling sat in my stomach, even if I wanted to escape through this window it would only mean certain death.

    “I thought the Castle in the Sky was supposed to be peaceful?”

    No response.

    I walked over to the entrance of my cell. “They still tell stories of the O’ Great Castle in the Sky, how they’re guardians of our world and keeping the Gods at bay.” With dark eyes, I glared at them as I continued, “Is that true? Have you ever met a God?”

    Silence.

    Seeing as they’re not biting, I sat down on my makeshift bed. I scoffed, The Great Castle, “was a beauty.”

    1. Bree H. Avatar
      Bree H.

      First off, I love the concept of the story. This is definitely a unique perspective on the whole “finding a castle in the sky” thing.This also makes the word-building elements more interesting, if only because it’s told from that perspective. In terms of things you could improve on, I’d love to see some more characterization. Right now, the main character feels a little bit dull simply because I don’t really know anything about them as the reader. I also think the dialogue is a bit clunky and could be a bit smoother. Other than that, I really enjoyed this nifty little story.

  10. Partran Avatar
    Partran

    The Last King’s Castle
    By Partran

    Both bastion and spire, the vast tower stood mute sentinel above the sleeping world it guarded. To the scant few who still dwelt below, this ancient guardian transcribed an arc through the sky as a star that never stood still. The ragged souls that looked upon it now knew it as no more than a bright and wandering star, regular in its rounds. This forsaken fastness sang as it cut its long, curving flight above the ashen ground far below. It sang a duet with one lonely voice.

    A century of men and women had lived their lives in the towers and courtyards of this metal keep when the burning light of the sun had danced across the surface of their world, but the last of the lights both on the world and in the station had gone dark centuries before. Now the glimmering guard against threats from beyond stood silent watch over the graveyard of the threats from below that it had been powerless to prevent. What few still survived amid the ashen and inhospitable lands the ancient castle guarded knew not what the passing star truly was.

    “Connecting… Connecting… Connecting…” The sole voice within the castle said, a litany it had repeated unceasingly since the ground had shone like a hundred dawns. One might imagine a longing and loneliness to the endless chant. That modulated artificial voice was all that remained of the people that had painstakingly built a castle from hope as much as steel and wire. It had been with such optimism that the castle’s first and final king had stepped upon its ramparts, but now, in the endless night the castle flew, above the clouds, above the sands, above the ash, above the bones of those who had looked up at its building and felt a boundless hope for the future.

    1. Reidrev Avatar
      Reidrev

      That was an interesting read ! I love the way you mix an medieval vocabulary « castle », « tower », « ancient guardian » ect ect with a more futuristic approach of the castle/comet being a vessel.
      I would have liked maybe a bit more description of the ashen land down below but that was very interesting nonetheless !
      Good work

    2. CodenameRedKrystalMatrix Avatar
      CodenameRedKrystalMatrix

      I really enjoyed how you introduced the sci-fi element by setting up the “duet with one lonely voice” and then going on to explain it was a recording. The construction of the ending made things even more heavy, so well done in that regard. The first sentence of the second paragraph should be further sub-divided to make things clearer, though. (“A century…centuries before) Things get difficult to understand there. That’s the biggest thing I had an issue with. Overall, well done

  11. Arith_Winterfell Avatar
    Arith_Winterfell

    “Arka City” (Shadows of the Stellar Age Setting)

    By: Arith_Winterfell

    “You truly belong with us among the clouds,” he said charmingly as he gestured to the vista of the gas giant Arka V’s iridescent cloud banks. Of course, those cloudy vistas were held back by invisible forcefields because a gas giant’s atmosphere was quite unbreathable. Those clouds we’re among are rather deadly I thought, not exactly the clouds to belong among if we are being flattering. Still, that’s not the point I suppose.

    Our host was already continuing his speech while I’d been thinking. “Arka City features some of the best restaurants and casinos in this sector. It’s a great place to relax and enjoy the sights,” he continued.

    This was all a nice introduction, really. Except my mind was on business, not pleasure. We needed our ship repaired in order to finish delivering much needed supplies to the hidden rebel base in the next star system. We also needed to avoid Imperial patrols and any probing questions they might have. We needed to move on quickly if we could, not enjoy the sights. Still, it would be good to maintain good diplomatic relations with Arka City’s leaders. It could be helpful in the future fights to come.

    I noticed a crackling sound and glanced back out at the vista as colorful aurora washed over the scene. I realized it was just the deadly magnetic energy and radiation that permeates gas giants washing over the forcefields. Still, it was nice to look at.

    I noticed my host was being a bit too enthusiastic at this point. And fidgeting a bit. Gesturing rather too broadly with his hands and walking faster now. Something was wrong. It dawned on me now. Something was very wrong. He opened a door revealing Imperial soldiers. We had been led into a trap!

    1. Strong Berry Avatar
      Strong Berry

      This gives me the feeling of a sort of future tech empire, like in Star Wars. I really like the line at the fourth paragraph where the protagonist goes: ‘It was the deadly magnetic energy and radiation… but it was pretty. I like it’. The ending gives away tension and intrigues the reader for the follow up.

      Good job!

    2. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      As always, I really enjoy the way you describe things. The imagery you play with here is quite interesting. I think by this point it is already know that I’m a fan of juxtaposition and the mixture of somewhat disparaging elements, and I really like how the beauties of the Sky City is due to how inhospitable the elements that bring out said beauty can be. This makes for a beautiful diorama build upon crude reality – though its alien-ness and composition make it anything but crude.

      And this is a very good use of grounding in the explanations as a way of both dosing up and down the nature of the wonders we are seeing. This is a very powerful thing science fiction can do – the amazing is at once more amazing and more mundane due to it being presentified in a possible way. And you did an amazing job in making it real and fantastical.

      As for critique, I felt like the ending was a bit abrupt to my taste… though that’s to be expected for flash fiction and specially one that needs to use a fair amount of words in setting the stage. In fact, the stage here is the focal point of the story, more than the crisis presented at the end, so that’s hardly a critique at all. Still, worth pointing it out.

      Thanks for sharing it.

    3. This was a fun story, but i feel like you missed an opportunity to have them get more of a tour/sales pitch for the city. Tell us more about the city and why it existed where it did. What it produced, what amenities it offered. Like they were investors or the guy was trying to sell a vacation package.
      in short, just show/tell us more about the place, however, whyever, you do it.

      I really liked hearing about the sights and…well, just the everything of this setting, and the only disappointment in this story was that there wasn’t more of it.

  12. Ethan Jesse Avatar
    Ethan Jesse

    Under One Eclipse
    By Ethan Jesse

    On that day when the sun never rose, when the birds cut tongues and the rivers ran red, that castle in the sky held dominion over all. There, on that day, when the men in long coats rained with a heartbeat of thunder, no man could know a thing but the eclipsing new sun. It was a dark place to be, for our flags were naught but plain fabric in the wind. So, too, were our screams blacked out, for the knights of the castle beat far louder than we could fathom. Sovereign angels and intrepid infernos from the sky served as new light, though not ones as generous as the all-encompassing sun.

    Now, beyond it all, I’m left to wonder of our fortune. Blessed were we to live by the river, yet forsaken once more when the dreaded army arrived. Attacked, beaten down, overtaken, wronged, we were done injustice, without a witness to pledge their crimes. Cared not, did they, for the customs we practiced. Never once did they question who we were beyond fodder! They took from us our sun, the light in which we basked, and they replaced it with their own and a hand extended in ruin.

    We have no sun now that was not reborn from that turmoil, and not once can we think that it was risen by our hand. The sun by the castle of the mighty Revonär, that eclipse stretching outward with every passing day; It’s without question that the Sun Catcher’s strength rests above all. To catch the sun is a feat beyond the realm of men, yet it has seen final breaths of masses beyond count! If only we were stronger, if only we fought back. But nay, we are few, and our will is diminished beyond recognition. Now, our will is his will, and by spearheads and by might may it see conquest until the coming dusk.

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

      One of your best, for sure! Excellent work : )

    2. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      I love the apocalyptic style and imagery weaved here. It works really well. It is also quite interesting that it seems like to be describing an apocalyptic prophecy, but in the past – which in itself opens up a lot on interesting questions. And the main ones are answered in a very, very powerful way.

      That’s not just the end of one world. That’s a war of conquest and the subsequent colonization of a reality. And this is an amazing premise.

      Very fitting language for the premise and the style as well. This has a very good flow. It leans a bit heavy on a somewhat purplish prose, but considering the theme and subject, it works.

      Great story. Thanks for sharing it.

    3. Strong Berry Avatar
      Strong Berry

      This seems like a beginning to a very dark, post-apocalyptic story. I love it. It invites the reader it to explore this strange world where there is not sun, where Revonär rules with an iron fist. It’s really evocative.

      Good job!

  13. Anton Kragh Paaskesen Avatar
    Anton Kragh Paaskesen

    Alteraine

    It was with a heavy heart, that Severa entered the mist-cloaked ruin. It was of course understandable that much would change after 1800 years, and she had braced her heart for such an inevitability. And yet the sight before her was entirely too much to bear.

    As she wandered through the ruin, slowly but surely she recognized her old home. The wide street was indeed the old market, that she and her mother had so often visited. In that nearby square, she had played with her friends and sister. And the elegant building that crested the ruin, was indeed the old council hall.

    All of it crumbled mercilessly to nature and the relentless march of time, but Severa recognized it. This was the marvel of her people’s grasp of Magitechnology. This was unmistakably her old home. Alteraine the Floating City.

    This fact became all the more ruthlessly apparent to Severa, the more she inspected the scripture of the old buildings. The mark of time did not betray them. These were the scripture of her people. Next to the building was the metal visage of a golem. Severa’s hand traced the runes that engraved its body but the golem gave no reaction. Disbelieving she gave one more attempt. Nothing. Time and time again Severa tried to awaken the ancient construct, and all with the same result.

    Eventually, the truth became too much to deny. The magic was gone. The runes that had once animated the golem were as dead as the rest of the city.

    Defeated Severa sank down next to the construct. And before her vivid images of what once was unfurled. Phantom feelings of the wind in her hair, high up in the sky. The images of all the humans below, form settlements like little anthills underneath mighty Alteraine. And she saw her friends. Brazen Helia loved to ride on the golems, that walked in the street. Sweet Eldra always with a nose in a book. And her little sister Chell, always with silly childish japes and weird fantasies. Her voice was the clearest in Severa’s head. And the most painful.

    Where were they now? Where we’re all of her people? In stasis like she had been? They must be. Because if not, that would make her…

    No. Severa dared not follow that thought to its conclusion. With tense hands, she clutched her own body, as if fearing to lose that too. What would become of her? Who did she have left? Slowly and clumsily she rose. And as she did one terrible realization hit her. That the once proud city of Alteraine would never again take flight.

    1. Ethan Jesse Avatar
      Ethan Jesse

      I love the sense of melancholy here! The idea of a once majestic civilization resting in ruin reminds me of Atlantis, with technology and magic beyond what the realm of men can understand. What these sorts of stories often don’t portray is a citizen of these fallen societies witnessing the ruin that their once beautiful city has been brought to. Really a unique perspective, and you portray it well. Good work!

    2. Shinigama Avatar
      Shinigama

      This is a very sad story. In many ways, I can relate it to coming home to my hometown after being away for several years. While obviously my hometown hadn’t fallen to the extreme of Alteraine, it still felt very different, as though I were a foreigner in my own place.

      A very moving piece, well done!

  14. Strong Berry Avatar
    Strong Berry

    Flame to the Moth
    By Strong Berry

    When his son entered to check on him, the astrologer looked as if he died on his desk near his telescope. But once his son got closer, he could see his father’s back moving up and down rhythmically. His black and blue robes, the standard uniform for an intermediate astrologer, looked dirty and dull in color.

    “Father.” His son shook his shoulder. His father opened his eyes and looked at him. “I brought you some tea.”

    His father sat on his chair and petted his son on the head. He has been working hard, trying to understand this mysterious new phenomena.

    “Don’t worry, father,” The son tried to cheer him. “I’m sure you are right in your calculations.”

    The astrologer let out a sigh. Yes, he was right. All the calculations are correct. He couldn’t run from it any longer.

    All of his life, he has been fascinated by the stars. The mysteries of the never-ending blackness in which thousands of little, colorful gems make for the most beautiful image. When he was a boy, still on Earth, he would stay up all night with his tiny telescope, trying to look closer at this magnificent kingdom, in which the moon ruled supreme.

    That is why when he heard rumors of the Astrologer’s Tower, the floating school of astrology up in the sky, he did not hesitate to join. Since then, that was his life’s duty and purpose: Studying the stars, the cosmos, the moon.

    Which is why it was so heartbreaking for him to discover, that the moon is falling.

    It started three years ago. An unexplained decrease in the moon’s orbiting speed, that made it get closer and closer to Earth. The closer the moon got, the more powerful its force of gravity became, and earthquakes started to follow all over Earth. They were mild at first, but became increasingly powerful. And this was just the beginning.

    He wasn’t sure the Tower would survive the inevitable collision, as higher above as it was.

    He didn’t dare to think about what would happen to the people of Earth.

    1. Ethan Jesse Avatar
      Ethan Jesse

      A subtly dreadful story with immediately-apparent stakes that’re questionably able to be overcome. This is certainly something that intrigues me enough to see a follow-up, but it also does a great job at standing out with what little time it has. You do a good job at setting up all the necessary details to get a story across, which is a coveted trait for any writer. Good work!

      1. Strong Berry Avatar
        Strong Berry

        Thank you for your kind words!

    2. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      That is a very curious title for your story. I get that the fascination with the celestial bodies and its movements is as alluring to the astrologer as the flame to a moth… and that it is that same movement that is about to burn it all down, but the image Flame to the Moth conjures to me is a bit more on the tragic side (the moth dives into the flame… it is drawn to it, but it is its own action that brings upon its ends).

      You can probably imagine why I got so taken and so focused on the title you chose this time.

      Okay, enough about the title. This is a very well crafted scene. I really like how each small detail seems to be in the right place – how the scene is built up, how we at first follow the son perspective to take in the telescope room, then we are presented with the idea of a crisis but not the thing yet, then the wondrous quality of the Astrologer’s Tower and, ultimately, the nature of the astrologer’s observations and concerns. This is very well presented, and the world and the story is unveiled in a very well-crafted way.

      Great story. Thanks for sharing.

      1. Strong Berry Avatar
        Strong Berry

        Thank you for the kind words, and as for the title, I reversed the expression of ‘the moth to the flame’ because the astrologer hasn’t done anything to make the moon fall. He is fascinated by it, yes, but he isn’t going towards it. The flame is going for the moth.

    3. Shinigama Avatar
      Shinigama

      This could be adapted into a movie. Maybe we could get someone like Roland Emmerich to direct it. And we could call it “Moonfall!”

      Anyway, what I really love about this story is how you set up this peaceful astrologer’s tower, with the son bringing his father some tea, before dropping the celestial bomb onto the reader.

      Very good!

  15. Hastaw Avatar
    Hastaw

    Music

    By: Hastaw

    When do you see the castle on the sky? Is it even something that is formed with the human eye? Is it a palace of grandeur, with lavish parties every night?

    Or could it be something more grand, that gives you a fright?

    The breeze felt erratic and pleasant. When the weather beats against the sand, it’s as if the grays and whites of the storms dance together. People, you are right to run…unless you flow with the winds. Precious air can weave in and out, not so different from music.

    Wind was the most beautiful part. Thunder and tsunami get together to try and appease the onlookers, but they cannot withstand them. They cannot dance with the wind like everyone else.

    The waves try to be graceful, but it clumsily crashes against the rocks and the boats. It rushes towards people, unable to see them. It cannot dance, but it tries anyway.

    The lightning tries to join in with the choir, only to create raucous beats that don’t music like the winds do. It furiously tries to tie to the soft whistles of the winds. Lightning hits anything it can get its hands on. It has fun being the wild music of its kin.

    Regardless of the people of the land, these things want to dance and sing haplessly. The sky doesn’t understand how the people of the land would ever want to restrict the loves of the wind.

    They cannot see the havoc they wreak, just like children.

  16. Lee Strangely Avatar
    Lee Strangely

    Dungeons and Detonators
    by Lee Strangely

    There was no word big enough to thoroughly describe the blast that now showered the land with blood, scales, and bricks. The shockwaves alone woke up several animals, peasants, and even the local lord.

    “What the hell have you done?!” the lord yelled as he hobbled his way to the cliffside, where the mage and barbarian he hired were currently patting themselves on the back.

    The barbarian greeted him, “Ah, good morning my lord, we are pleased to say that the dragon has been vanquished! …You’re welcome by the way…”

    “Sent him all the way to the heavens,” the mage assured.

    “You sent my castle into the bloody heavens you idiots!” the lord barked.

    “And thank goodness we came along and did,” the barbarian started again, “those ruins ought to have been condemned.”

    “Condemned?! It was ancient, it was an historical landmark!”

    “A bloody death-trap was what it was. All those rotting corpses, rusty spikes… and good heavens, those floors were so crumbly we may as well have been standing in a sandcastle. Somebody could’ve died in there!”

    His veins bulged, “It’s a DUNGEON! People are supposed to die in it!”

    “Look, I’m no interior decorator, and you clearly were going for a theme… but there wasn’t a single brick in the entire structure that you could so much as look at without getting tetanus.”

    “Do you think this is some sort of joke?!” the lord spat as he tried to strangle him.

    “No sir,” he choked, “tetanus is no laughing matter…”

    1. Berith Quinn Avatar
      Berith Quinn

      Ok… this made me giggle for the sheer reason that I can see this happening in a TTRPG. Namely possibly my old gaming group. The contrast between the proud “heroes” and distraught lord is a perfect play that would definitely suit a comedic skit on the likes of Monty Python.

      Though on a serious note, tetanus is no laughing matter…

    2. R J Chapman Avatar
      R J Chapman

      This is great. Literally just read it on the bus, chortling away and let out a rather embarrassing snort on the final line. Comedy’s all about subverting expectations and this is so good, dare I say Pratchett-esque. Analysing comedy can take the fun of out of it, so I’ll stop there, but just to reiterate this is excellent. Bravo!

    3. Hah! Now this was a fun one to read.

      A barbarian and a mage are a very unlikely duo I would expect to pull something as chaotic as this. But I think they’re justified in the end.

      And the Lord’s reaction to his home being destroyed via EXPLOSION is rational and hilariously deserved.

      This was a fun time. Now have a like.

  17. Gunpowder Avatar
    Gunpowder

    Obscura
    By: Gunpowder

    The castle appeared suddenly one night above the town as it slept.

    Of course, the people thought at first it was a mirage, an illusion, something to distract them from their day. But as the weeks wore on, doubt began to simmer.

    Some of the braver ones decided to climb to the top of the town‘s cathedral. They threw rocks at the base to get the attention of whoever lived up there. When that failed, they brought scientists with various flying contraptions and sent them up. They watched their machines grow smaller as they flew up towards the castle. Eventually the machines fell back towards the town, having gotten no closer to the base of the castle.

    Frustrated, the mayor called a town meeting. He decided to pass an edict asking everyone in the town to donate their spare time to his project: a tower so tall that the people could walk into the castle itself and have a word with those living inside. Months went by as the people labored, building the mayor‘s tower taller, past the cathedral, the trees, even the clouds. They dug deeper into the earth to gather the materials for building. The people gave more and more of their time, their work for this tower, until it became the focus of their lives. Everyone worked on the tower, from sunup to sundown.

    And the castle stared.

    When the town had been picked clean of material, the scientists again went up to try and gain a glimmer of understanding. They screamed in confusion at the tower, as it would not give them answers. When they grew tired, one by one, the townsfolk who labored for so long came up the tower to scream at the castle. Some wanted answers, others wanted rewards. Others just wanted to scream. Finally, the mayor went up the tower, but he did not scream. Instead, he sat down and talked to the castle. The next day, the people blinked and the castle was gone. All that remained was the tower they so painstakingly built.

    At the top of the tower was a single sheet of paper.

    1. koryan94 Avatar
      koryan94

      It reminds me of the Tower of Babel, except everyone is swept away with the castle instead of being forced/cursed to not be able to speak the same language. The story feels a little anti-climactic: is the sheet of paper completely blank? does it have a word or symbol the Mayor may or may not recognize? I believe you could play more into the hubris of the Mayor while still keeping the theme the one thing he desperately wanted to know will be forever out of reach. You could also play around with how much work did his people do vs how much the Mayor actually did. Since the story’s main protagonist is the Mayor I would like to see the character fleshed out, but what you do have I can see the madness this castle in the sky represents to the Mayor. Will these sheet of paper cause the Mayor to despair of fume his rage and search for the castle? It would be interesting to see what this character will do.

  18. WriterOfThought Avatar
    WriterOfThought

    The Places I’ll Go
    WriterOfThought

    “And then in the far east there are these mountains, and nestled between the two tallest peaks it says there’s a kingdom that rises into the clouds!” Juderia excitedly turned the pages of his book to show Rheesa the wonders of the world.

    “Oh? And what is this kingdom called?” asked his crimson-haired friend.

    “The book says it’s….” Juderia stared at the page for nearly a minute. “I’m not even going to try that. But it says it translates to ‘The Kingdom of the Sun’!”

    Rheesa leaned over his shoulder, her hair falling in front of both of their faces. If his skin had been any lighter shade of blue, she might have noticed him blush at how close she was.

    “What other interesting places does your book talk about?” she asked.

    Juderia quickly flipped through the pages before the hormones clouded his vision, trying to find something that would catch her interest. Instead, he found something that caught his.

    “It says here that to the south of us is a great body of water called the Elusian Sea.” He tried to imagine a vastness of water that covered all of the land he had ever walked on, but even that felt too small for how the book described the immensity of the sea. Water that expanded past the horizon and to lands he had never seen sounded too good to be true.

    “I don’t.. Like water,” Rheesa said, slightly disappointed. “Daddy can’t go near it, and it makes me itchy.”

    Juderia had nearly forgotten with how excited he’d been. There were things Rheesa could not do, with her sharing part of her father’s curse. They’d known each other for so long he had difficulty of thinking of her as a monster like he saw himself.

    “I would like to see the sea,” he muttered.

    Rheesa looked at him, thought for a moment, and responded.

    “I think…I want to see the kingdom in the sky.”

    The two sat there, one dreaming of the heavens, the other the deep. Both resolved to grasp what was just out of reach.

    1. Shinigama Avatar
      Shinigama

      Very bittersweet. This feels like a snippet from a larger work. You manage to tell much of the story with only a line of dialogue or two, without a massive exposition dump. For a 350 word story, we don’t need to know the specifics of Rheesa’s curse – Just a line from Rheesa about the sea feeling itchy, and Juderia kicking himself for forgetting, that’s enough to bring the reader up to speed. You did that well.

      Plus, I love the line “Juderia quickly flipped through the pages before the hormones clouded his vision…”

      Well done!

  19. Thunder Avatar
    Thunder

    200 years ago, an irate wizard had worked his magic and ripped a chunk of earth from the ground, purely because the local ruler claimed he couldn’t. After it failed to plummet to earth several years later, the palace had been built atop it. With its location being deemed sufficient defense, the palace had forgone traditional design, featuring large, ornate windows and copious edifices within its abnormally short walls.

    It had started as a residence, then an academy for magic. When magic had begun to fade from the world, the academy branched out to other subjects, producing some of the world’s most famous scholars and artists. And then the drums of war sounded, and it was seized by the military, serving as a communications and manufacturing hub for the entire southern half of the continent.

    A series of pumps drew water from the lake below to feed the ever-flowing waterfall; tonight, no-one noticed five figures using them to gain access to the grounds. The saboteurs confirmed their objectives and scattered.

    “Wow,” one of them said suddenly. He looked up at a fresco painted on the inside of the curtain wall, of a phoenix in flight, delivering a child to a waiting couple. “That’s a Cavolan. I didn’t think any survived.”

    “What?” his partner asked, bringing down a prybar on the lock for one of the smaller buildings. She looked up at the wall then, and shrugged. “A painting?”

    The two entered, quickly descending into the floating island’s bowels. “Eloisa Cavoli,” her partner explained quietly as they entered the chamber. “One of the greatest painters in recent history. She was labeled a dissident and most of her works were destroyed; that’s probably the last of her frescos. I wonder what else is here…”

    “Did you volunteer for this mission purely to look at the art?” his partner asked as they finally came to a silver disk floating in the air.

    “I wanted to study it before the war.”

    “You might want to look around then,” his partner said, lighting a stick of explosive powder. “Ten minutes. Then it’s all gone forever.”

    1. Berith Quinn Avatar
      Berith Quinn

      I love the little history for the place, in how it mirrors how buildings in our world can change hands countless of times, and serve different purposes across the years. And how the purpose of the building and the island changes also makes sense. An act of defiance to a place of authority. An academy of magic, to a hub of art and culture. Shame that the war will tear it all down, literally.

  20. Other-other Nick Avatar
    Other-other Nick

    The Tower
    By O.-O. Nick

    The Tor Arnul et Yura, is the epicenter of the Aelai religion, and the focal point of countless wars. The Tower, as the men of Raethia came to call it, is a convergence for the Godhead, the divine energy of the planet. While the inherent divinity of Peor is known, the ability to find convergences in the currents of divinity is a secret lost to the ages.

    The Tower’s Architect, Sulata the Celebrant saw the tower through its construction over Sulael, it would be his final act as king. Sulata was fueled by this singular desire; construct a tower spearing into the well of divinity itself. As the Tower crept closer to the heavens, upon affixing their stone blocks in place, the Raethian slaves would drop dead at the Tower’s apex and be cast to the stones below. To this day the paving stones are stained with the blood of Raethian slaves, driven to death by the will of a mad king.

    Sulata never saw the Tower’s completion. His reign, arranged by Fae, was at an end. It was for a “reign to last until the moon swallows the sun,” he cursed his people. And such he received. For when his only son awoke in the night and walked silently into the Void Lake to be swallowed up by a reflection of the moon, King Sulata fell dead on his balcony, glassy eyes affixed at the looming obelisk.

    Lijedri the Sunderer, advisor and mage to the dead king, oversaw completion of the Tower. As the last slave fell to the stones, Lijedri called forth the Godhead from atop the accursed structure. Broken souls of cast down Raethians cried out in anguish, a moan that shook the very foundations of Sulael. There, on the zenith of sorrow, congealed all of the pain and suffering of the broken Raethian people, their staining life-blood climbed the tower walls, coagulating at the rift between mortality and divinity into a crimson sphere. This Vile Pearl, the Seed of Madness, the Virulient Orb was all Lijedri needed to break the world, and break it he did.

  21. R J Chapman Avatar
    R J Chapman

    “Vivit Post Funera Virtus” by R J Chapman

    Paul steadied himself on the castle wall before collapsing in a heap laughing. His companion plonked down next to him.

    ‘It were a good night wan’t it?’

    ‘Yeah. Pay for it tomorrow, mind,’ replied Trevor.

    ‘Hangover’ll be a piece o’ piss, ‘specially with what I’ve got coming.’

    Trevor looked away, pretending not to have heard the last comment.

    ‘I really needed it. Ah, remember those lasses in Salutation? Stunning! It were good of ‘em to humour us. Probably reminded ‘em of their dads.’

    ‘More like grandads.’

    ‘Bootiful. Bright. Come to our city to do their learning. Whole lives ahead of ‘em. Makes you think.’

    ‘We’ve a got a while left yet,’ said Trevor, regretting it instantly.

    ‘True,’ Paul nodded.

    Silence followed. The deep chimes of Little John let them know it was 3am.

    ‘I love this castle,’ said Paul after the chimes had stopped.

    ‘It’s barely a castle, more like a stately home on top of hill.’

    ‘Yeah ‘cause we tore down the original so no more royal scum could hide away in it. We don’t put up with tyranny. We’re a city of rebels. Just ask him,’ he said pointing to the statue fifty feet away.

    ‘He’s a fairytale.’

    ‘We’re a city built on that fairytale. Outlaws, all of us,’ Paul paused for a moment trying to find his next point. ‘It’s not just Robin Hood. Cloughie too. Took lil’ owd Forest to Europe and conquered it twice. Beat the odds. Give the big boys a bloody nose. We stand up.’

    ‘I can’t yet.’

    ‘No, I mean we fight.’

    ‘I know what you meant,’ Trevor replied, his voice cracking.

    Paul looked at Trevor’s reddening eyes. ‘Stop being a mardy git,’ wrapping his arm around his friend’s shoulders. ‘I’ll kick its arse. I’m a rebel after all.’

    They sat without speaking until Little John interrupted to let them know it was quarter-past-three.

    ‘OH NOTTINGHAM!’ sang Paul. ‘Come on, join in ya soft bogger!’

    ‘OH NOTTINGHAM! IS FULL OF FUN! OH NOTTINGHAM IS FULL OF FUUUUNNN! IT’S FULL OF…’ Together they chanted until they found the strength to go search for a cab.

    1. R J Chapman Avatar
      R J Chapman

      Just a quick word on this one. I wanted to write a story in tribute to my hometown after the events of yesterday. I don’t know if the story of what happened made it over the Atlantic. I won’t go into details here as the full story is still emerging, but a quick Google search of Nottingham and you’ll find it. We’re all a bit shocked. And I just wanted to write about my city. This could easily have been 1500 words, so I really had to cut it down to the bare bones to make the word count. I would have liked to do more description and elongated the conversation more but oh well.

      I’ve tried to use phonetic dialogue at times to imitate Nottingham slang (best way to describe it for an untrained American ear would be not quite as thick Yorkshire…although I will have just offended everybody from Nottingham saying that!) Her accent’s not particularly thick, but if you’ve ever heard Bella Ramsey speak that’s a Nottingham accent.

      The song at the end is a Nottingham Forest chant. It gets a bit rude (and a bit sexist) so I cut it off with the ellipsis, but it is something two older men would sing, particularly while drunk. The Latin title is from the Nottingham coat of arms, meaning “Virtue Outlives Death”.

      RIP Grace, Barnaby and Ian.

    2. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      That is not an easy story to comment, given the context you provided. Not just that, but certainly that weights in.
      I’ll try to distance my thoughts of the recent happenings so that I can review it, but I sympathize with the need to deal with the place and write about the city as, among other things, a way to elaborate on it all and trying to affirm one image of what we are as a community, a culture and a place when something brutal happens that attack those images.

      Okay, that out of the way, I’ll try to be more analytical with the story.

      I’ll start by saying there are two elements that usually bothers me in writing that are present in your story, and that would usually make me be overly critical of the writing. Here, though, I think those elements work wonders, and paint an interesting image. Those elements are geographical pride and phonetic dialogue… I now, that’s more of a me thing than an issue on the story, but I need to contextualize my impressions. Here, cultural heritage as a dream and an active doing is the focus, so delving into those aspects that make a place be its own place with its own history and its inhabitants be their own people fits a lot. And I love how clear the idea that our myths are what constitute us and build who we are is in this story. After all, it there anything stronger than a fairytale, if it is shared and has effects in what we believe? I particularly love the line: “We’re a city built on that fairytale.” This is at once sobering and hopeful.

      I’d also like to point on how natural the dialogue feels and how the discourse flows well from it. This is a very organic scene we are envisioning. It feels right.

      And, last but not least, I really like the way you incorporated the prompt. There are a lot of layers in how I could read it. There is the “stately home atop the hill”, sure. But mainly there is this ideal of what makes Nottingham Nottingham – a fairytale that is the foundation to a city.

      Great story. Thanks a lot for sharing it.

  22. Aracnarquista Avatar
    Aracnarquista

    Deep dream dissolution: a reverie of flight and flame (Private thread repost)
    by Aracnarquista

    I dream.

    I dream of the glass castle and its highs. I dream of its soothing light, and its impossible distance. And the dream cradles me into change.

    As I dream, my body dissolves. The one I once was, the one who couldn’t reach to the skies, will be no more. The dream invades reality and guides my transformation. In my slumber, I prepare to reach the skies and the glass castle lights.

    My waking life feels almost distant now. Munching on garden leaves, bound to the ground. Even though I was a great climber, climbing was not something I could do without exposing myself. I was slow, and the flying beasts are not.

    I could only look at the glass castle in the sky and dream. At night, its golden luminescence seemed to conspire with the pale light of the moon.

    Maybe, one day, one of us will reach the moon.

    Not me, though. I earn just for my castle.

    Past comes in glimpses, in the dream. Almost as fleeting and inconstant as the lights inside the glass castle. Just as those lights become harder to see in the day, the past also becomes more indistinct as the dream progresses. The more my past self dissolves and gives rise to my new self.

    The castle’s distant visage was never enough, so I prepared. Facing the dangerous climb was needed, once. Not to reach the castle – not yet – , but to build my dream bed in the heights. To invade the skies where the flying beasts reign supreme, unnoticed, and weave my silk shroud. Then, to infiltrate the kingdom of sleep, where potentiality reigns supreme, and build my new self.

    The dream is almost over. My metamorphosis is at an end.

    The silk cocoon that cradled my transformation has served its purpose. It is a shame to destroy such delicate craft now, but shedding the past is the only way to reach higher.

    To invade the sky, now on wings. Fast, free.

    To invade the castle and its flames, now on wings. Beautiful, fleeting.

    To dissolve, now in glory. Now, forever.

    1. I get the aching desire of a different life. The admittance of struggle being present all the same, and the goal that transcends froms struggle into something more peaceful and interesting.

      I honestly can’t think of a better metaphor than the classic butterfly, and you managed to make it so serene. I could hear the whispers of the past when imagining someone transforming inside of a cacoon. All the past decisions that made you who they are is going to burst from that cacoon and fly to that castle in the sky.

      And call this a reach, but I’d like to think that isn’t really a dream like they’re asleep. This is more of a metaphor on achieving a dream that, once achieved, is no longer a dream. It’s a reality.

      I really like this. Take a like. Have a pile of likes in the golden glass castle. Here’s a throne of likes.

      1. Aracnarquista Avatar
        Aracnarquista

        Thanks a lot, Joe.

        I’d say the best metaphoric stories are the ones we can read both as metaphors and literally. I’m not really sure what I was writing here. And maybe I’m just now paraphrasing that old Zhuangzi story about the dream of the butterfly and the Transformation of Things. Who knows?

        But yeah, I think there are a lot of meanings of dream and change that I tried to fit in this word cocoon… and I hope what emerged from that reading experience was worthwhile!

        Thanks a lot for the comment and feedback!

    2. Berith Quinn Avatar
      Berith Quinn

      This absolutely beautiful and poetic. Literally, one could read it as merely being a fantastical description from the point of a caterpillar through its metamorphosis… but metaphorically, it has a transcendent feeling, like a feverish vision or dream that leaves one questioning their own existence and yet inspired to change.

      1. Aracnarquista Avatar
        Aracnarquista

        Thanks a lot, Berith Quinn.

        I’m not even sure if while writing I was thinking of the metaphorical aspect of it all – surely, I was aware of its potential, but I was already struggling in painting the story of the caterpillar through its own eyes and in the somewhat feverish dream of dissolution, I didn’t think I’d have spare words to nail everything in place. But dreams, transformation, moths and flames are already so weighted in meaning and symbolism, such elements would appear – if nothing else, as an emergent propriety of the reading. And I guess it all worked out!

        Thanks a lot for the comment and feedback.

    3. R J Chapman Avatar
      R J Chapman

      “On Monday he ate through one apple. On Tuesday…” Sorry, I have a 2 year old so The Very Hungry Caterpillar gets read a lot. I really love your style. It’s very poetic and a joy to read. Through that you’re able to convey the complexity of emotions here. The sense of loss of letting go what you once were, the dream of a new beginning and the elation at the end are all handled masterfully. I really liked use of “invade” as it did give it a sense of empowerment, while also linking it to warfare and the castle. A well chosen verb can do so much heavy lifting for us. Great job!

      Weirdly, after what we discussed about our similar concepts last week, the first story I ever submitted on Tale Foundry was called Chrysalis.

      1. Aracnarquista Avatar
        Aracnarquista

        Thanks a lot!

        I really like being exposed to what is supposed to be common references to other people. English is not my native language, so I was not even aware of The Very Hungry Caterpillar – but I do like when one of my stories resonate with something that could be construed as a children’s tale or book (I’m quite fond on the idea that the most powerful emotions and ideas are things are not “adult” themes – children can have a very insightful perspective on deep things if we respect their view, and the best way to understand it and inhabit the same terrain as them is by sharing stories).

        I was a bit uncertain on the choosing of some words for this one, and the “invasion” thing was one of those were I was not so sure hit the right tone (that’s one of the problems with having a two languages debate going on in your mind while writing… sometimes, what seems right in one language gets strangely translated into the other and misses the tone), but ultimately I decided to keep it (and even repeat it) due to how it enforces one specific image. I’m quite glad in knowing that it worked!

        Also, can you point me out for this first tale of yours here? Was it for what prompt? I’d love to take a look at it.

        Thanks again!

        1. R J Chapman Avatar
          R J Chapman

          Wow, I never would have guessed English wasn’t your first language. Your prose is excellent, and I haven’t noticed anything which doesn’t quite fit. I’ve taught a few EAL students (English as an Additional Language) and besides tense issues, which is understandable, their lack of understanding of context and connotations usually leads to word choices that stick out as strange. I’ve not noticed any of that in your writing.

          The prompt was The Forest Changes You. That week it was choose your own prompt (I think it was Christmas so nobody could be bothered to come up with a new prompt). It’s dark but hopefully cathartic.

          https://thetalefoundry.com/2019/12/29/writing-group-choose-your-prompt/#comments

          https://youtu.be/2amzx1kR0Kk (Read by Benji on this stream…I think there’s timestamps in the comments)

        2. R J Chapman Avatar
          R J Chapman

          This is just a reposting of a reply I wrote yesterday. I don’t think it’s showing because I put the links to that previous story and the YouTube link to the recorded live stream of Benji reading it. Obviously the site security doesn’t like links to websites (even it’s their own!) If you really want to read it then a quick search for “Tale Foundry Choose Your Own Prompt” or “The Forest Changes You” and you should find it.

          Wow, I never would have guessed English wasn’t your first language. Your prose is excellent, and I haven’t noticed anything which doesn’t quite fit. I’ve taught a few EAL students (English as an Additional Language) and besides tense issues, which is understandable, their lack of understanding of context and connotations usually leads to word choices that stick out as strange. I’ve not noticed any of that in your writing.

          The prompt was The Forest Changes You. That week it was choose your own prompt (I think it was Christmas so nobody could be bothered to come up with a new prompt). It’s dark but hopefully cathartic.

          1. Aracnarquista Avatar
            Aracnarquista

            Got it.

            Just read the tale. Very interesting (and yeah, it is not just the proximity due to the title and the chrysalis/cocoon imagery, but also the whole juxtaposition of emergence from change and death). I really liked it.

            Most people don’t get that English is not my first language unless I point that out, but still sometimes I make some small mistakes or get lost on some expressions. But yeah, the thing I feel that usually makes it apparent is more a lack of cultural shared experiences than language skill, mostly.

            Anyway, thanks again!

    4. Strong Berry Avatar
      Strong Berry

      This is a really clever subversion, the castle being a cocoon. (Though I may be wrong, since I’m there is also this ‘glass castle’ which is the sun? I think. I dunno, it’s not that clear). Your writings are full of the mystery of everyday things which I find to be really interesting.

      Good job!

      1. Aracnarquista Avatar
        Aracnarquista

        Thanks, Strong Berry.

        Yeah, I have a very strong tendency of being a bit obtuse in my descriptions, and in this particular story I was trying to balance both an inhuman perspective (since the narrator is supposed to be a moth in the process of metamorphosis) and a somewhat fever dream style of describing things and movements, so the risk of over-indulging in that tendency was there from the beginning. At least in my mind, the glass castle is a lantern held high over the garden (perhaps a gas lantern, but I also think it could be describing a street lamp or something like that). Anything closer to that would be impossibly height for a crawling insect, but still a lot more reachable than the moon… and there are some consequences in reaching for the lights one can reach, rather than those impossibly distant.

        Thanks a lot for the comment and the kind words. This time, I was primed by Anti’s challenge to find the ordinary, though I may have inverted the proposal a bit.

  23. George Kaplan Avatar
    George Kaplan

    “A Castle for the Dead” By George Kaplan

    Dorf sipped distractedly at the cider as her world slowly crumbled. Her feet dangled over the edge of an impossible precipice of blue sky, broken here and there by the dry husks of vines snapping then floating atop the breeze. She set her cup down beside her, not caring for it any longer. It too had become tainted.

    The soil had been leached of all moisture and become sand. Then the very stones had caught the sickness: oozing a putrid black mucus as if their very souls had been corrupted beyond their immortal bearing. The air had grown heavy with the stench of rotting fruit. The sickness spread to the holy trees, stretching their bark in grotesque fashions until they stooped and grew scowls and grimaces like monsters out of a children’s fairytale.

    It was the child; she was sure of that. Why it had come, she did not know, but its presence had brought something with it… something sickly, something deadly. When the great vine had plunged through her world, it had brought the little imp with it, for such were ground dwellers to her. It was not what it had stolen from her, but what it had brought with it that made all the difference.

    It had brought death.

    First her husband by way of a biting ax, then second, again by the ax, far below. It had cut into the vine, turning the broad emerald stalk into an oozing mess, poisoning and corrupting everything it touched. Dorf looked down at her shaky hands, which were assuming an ashen pallor dotted here and there with brown and black splotches like drops of ink carelessly dribbled on a sheet of parchment. She mustered what little strength was left in her to stifle the racking cough that started deep within her soul and threatened to wrench her life from her trembling grasp.

    She wished it had stolen a thousand harps, a thousand geese. Why her husband, her world, her life? She peered down upon the imp land below.

    There would be a reckoning.

    1. Oh! Oh I got the vibe. A little bit “Jack and the Beanstalk” but a lot a bit “Into the Woods” with the POV of the Giantess who had her life turned upside-down by some smartass with a handful of magic beans.

      I love it when people take fairy tales and turn them into FAERIE tales [there is a significant difference, the latter has a lot more blood and teeth] and then proceed to turn them sideways with text like this.

      ::chef’s kiss:: very well done. I appreciate.

    2. Thunder Avatar
      Thunder

      This was deeply enjoyable. I love it when people expand on the ‘worldbuilding’ as it is of old fairy tales; the aftermath of Jack’s slaying of the giant upon his home realm is one I have never heard before. I dearly wish to hear more about the Giant’s Wife and her reckoning.

  24. Welcome to the sky.

    By Galer.

    Leonardo came back to his house after his job of maintaining the antigravity runes beneath the city. He used his enhanced biology, enchantments, and augments to see the space stations circling Earth’s atmosphere.

    The reason why he did this? It was because he was bored out of his mind to the point of melting into a puddle of body parts.

    “Benefits of having total control over your cells I guess?” Leonardo thought it was one of the few ways he could entertain himself in the sky city, besides the hi-tech self-modifying towers and the beautiful chunks of the landscape taken from the surface.

    His ancestors would likely see this as a miracle of engineering, science, magic, and a symbol of salvation from ecological disaster but for him? It was just another day.

    Just like he was momentarily living in the underwater cities, or the surface cities, where then this synthetic cloud would dock occasionally for supplies and people that wanted to live their dreams.

    Now that he thought about it, he was always on the move, traveling from place to place until he settled in this lazy voyage amongst the skies.

    He himself didn’t know the reason why lived here. Was it the novelty of it? or the dreamy atmosphere?

    He didn’t know, and he probably didn’t care much.

    “So Leonardo what are you looking at?” Brenda asked

    “Nothin’, just the space stations,” Leonardo said.

    “Sometimes I need to remind myself of how nuts your body is even if I have enhancements,” Brenda said.

    “Says the woman that has superheated claws that go through metal” Leonardo pointed out.

    “Oh shush mister, I became a human poodle because I am bored,” Brenda stated.

    Leonardo responded with a chuckle.

    Brenda just smiled, perhaps this friendship was the reason he lived welcomed in this sky.

  25. The Standing City

    By Jacob

    Ah, lofty Triverthalis, the Standing City. An almost surreal sense of hope it instilled in Isaac, the lone traveler, as he gazed at the imposing network of floating bridges and parapets on the horizon. The sensation may have been amplified by the months amid the withering plains as he crossed the desolation and fought off the necrotic phantasms that plagued the surface, but it was hope well-placed, regardless.

    It was called the Standing City because, in order to avoid the deadly, magical plague covering the earth’s surface, the humans had built it high in the clouds, an island atop overwhelmingly colossal pillars of marble–pillars so wide that even at a distance, Isaac felt a sense of smallness. Yet, the sight was also invigorating. He was close.

    With a renewed lightness in his stride, he pressed on, traversing the distance between him and the City with almost unnatural speed. He cared no longer for the necromantic miasma or the horrific monstrosities it conjured; he was determined to reach the City and nothing would get in his way. Monsters assailed him from all sides, but his sword sliced effortlessly through them all as if by a will stronger than his own, as the Standing City grew ever closer.

    As he approached, a shadow accumulated before him, and a dark, amorphous shape spewed from the blackened earth. With a horrific noise like cracking bones, it took the form of a huge wolf, wide eyes glowing with violet flame and a gaping maw screeching and roaring. Isaac was not deterred–he was so close. He could not fail now. And so he fought the fell creature, his sword and the beast’s teeth exchanging blows at lightning speed as determination flashed in Isaac’s eye. But Isaac was gaining ground.

    Finally, as his sword carved one last great blow through the wolf and tore it apart, he was there. There at the feet of the city’s looming pillars, gazing high into the clouds at the haven he had been seeking for so long.

    Triverthalis.

    All that remained to be done was to climb the stairs.

    1. This story has this very epic, video game-like quality to it that’s very fun to read. You do a great job of describing both the city and it’s colossal scale as well as how cursed and dangerous it is to try and approach it.

      I love the idea of this warrior just casually wrecking fools as he has tunnel vision for his goal, even when then miniboss wolf shows up. His single mindedness along with the casual badassery all makes for an entertaining story.

      Great take on the prompt! Thanks for sharing!

    2. Reidrev Avatar
      Reidrev

      I agree with Marx there was this… video gamy feeling that was fairly new and interesting. I think it’s the way everything look like a mechanic, there’s the necrotic miasma, the enemies, the goal.

      That was fun to read and the epicness is very refreshing.
      If I have to offer a piece of advice : I would have liked to see Isaac struggle a little more.

      It was a very enjoying read nonetheless and I honestly look forward to what you’ll give us in the future !

  26. The Missing Link Avatar
    The Missing Link

    Babel
    By: The Missing Link

    Aster fastened her mask around her ears as she uncomfortably tried to shift her jaw to pop them. Pressure headaches were nothing new back home in the highlands. She had never known the true name of her homeland, though many drifted through the ashes and tatters of the records from before the fall. Her favorite of these was an older one, Axum, but she thought back in sadness as she climbed.

    Hers and every other land she was aware of were in bitter conflict for Earth’s resources, and every time she thought of climbing back down, of returning home, she had to remind herself that it was no longer there.

    There used to be more climbers, but even when they spoke the same language, few spared the energy to talk. She was the odd one for bringing a friend, a small goldfish she had mutated together with in the fallout and come to understand.

    One day on her climb, Aster discovered a young boy, pale and thin, hanging from a harness rope, hardly even grasping for a foothold. She knew it was a bad habit, holding onto pity. It would get her killed someday, but she pulled the boy back to the tower and put one of her last biscuits in his pouch before continuing on her climb, as likely an offering to the dead as to the living.

    And still she continued her climb, determined, but wavering, to find what secret the long dead ancestors left at the top of the tower.

    After several more days of climbing on an empty stomach, she saw several climbers gathered around. There was a hatch in the tower.

    Looking up in a sigh of what she chose to call relief, she finally laid eyes on their destination, a white and gold capsule crowned in stars.

    Aster followed her companions inside the tower, now almost floating as they pushed towards the capsule bearing old earth symbols she couldn’t make sense of, “ISS.”

    It was a treasure trove of lights and machines, but what it didn’t have was answers, only more questions.

    1. Anton Kragh Paaskesen Avatar
      Anton Kragh Paaskesen

      The world in this piece seems fascinating. There seems to be a lot of tantalizing mystery. What is the rest of the world like? What is the fall? And what happened before it? It seems like a place, you wanna know more about.

      I like the subtle bit of characterization you gave Aster. Its understandable that pity would be risky, since she comes from a harsh environment, but she still has that human impulse.

  27. Quetzalcoatl Avatar
    Quetzalcoatl

    Misty Smoke above the Clouds
    (The Adventures of Kjell Serkailj)
    By Quetzalcoatl

    It has been a long time since the winds took a turn of stranger fate and grew strong enough for the “Moon Lady” steer above the seas into the ocean’s sky across the cloudy isles to the unknown regions hardly ever visited by human beings. It was here where Kjell Serkailj once met his good friend the Persimmonk, and it was him he was to visit by fate’s grace. Soon enough, the giant monastery came in sight, with smoky roots of incense, its aethereal misty arms, touching the sky’s fabric and holding it in place.

    The Persimmonk greeted the crew joyfully, but after briefly showing them the facilities, he pulled Kjell by the arm and guided him to the yard, under the blossoming plum tree, where they drank tea together for the first-time. It was all, as if Kjell had never been away, as if not a single day had passed since then. A beautiful flowery fragrance danced with the smell of burning incense, as the vapor of our tea rose towards the sky gracefully. The Persimmonk’s baldness reflected the glistering sunset as his kind eyes closed to savour the tea.

    After sitting for a while in silence, simply enjoying each other’s company, Kjell began to tell his friend about his travels. He told him about the infernal week they were stuck in the ice at McMurdo Sound tortured by the never ending “Tekeli-li!” cries, about the forbidden paths they took when they sailed under alien stars, about those other times they had sailed not on the water, but neither above, in search of the deepest darkness, and many a tale more.

    “And what did you do?” Kjell asked, once he finished with his travel stories. The Persimmonk took a long sip out of his teacup and sat there in silence.
    “There three things, that have revealed themselves to me during your absence.” He said with his slow voice. “The first: There are only two joys in life, oblivion and curiosity. The second: Loneliness is pain, and pain stimulates the mind.” He paused absentmindedly.

    “And the third?” Kjell asked, before his friend lost himself in thoughts.

    The Persimmonk sighed, then continued with oddly sounding resolve.

    “The third: I can’t stand the smell of incense.”

  28. Reinkarnitor Avatar
    Reinkarnitor

    Skyfortress

    by Reinkarnitor

    Finally they have arrived. The city with golden roofs laid before them in the giant crater.

    “Minerva” the baron sighed.

    He was so close. Soon the king would fall, and he would take his place. It serves him right, after all this was the rightful punishment for giving him that barren wasteland as a province.

    The baron turned and looked at his men. His army. They looked back at him with stern faces, obviously willing to go through hell and back to fulfil his goal.

    “We will strike when the fog grows denser!” the baron shouted, and his men cheered.

    It would not take long, after all the fog already filled the crater, like it always did in the evening. The time was nigh.

    One hour passed, then two, then three.

    And then, finally, the baron gave the command: “Give the signal!”

    One of his men nodded with a grin and stepped to a catapult. He lit a flaming ball on it and then without another word launched it towards the golden city. The army cheered as the flaming ball made its way through the air, cutting through the dense fog and getting closer to the golden roofs of Minerva.

    But then the fiery weapon bounced off something and fell to the ground, not even passing the city walls.

    It was then when the cheers stopped, as a faint glow shined through the fog. Soon the glow formed visible runes, which seemed to approach steadily.

    “No” the baron whispered. “That is impossible.”

    An enormous shape cut its way through the fog and soon they could all see what they were facing.

    “Skyfortress” the baron said, his voice nothing more than a breath.

    Home of the Archangels, the most powerful of all races.

    Home of Omnix, the one who created all.

    It made no sense. Why was it here? Why now?

    As the giant gates on the flying islands side opened, it didn’t even matter anymore.

    None of it did.

    All that mattered now was this one simple and unchangeable fact:

    Skyfortress was doom.

    1. Thunder Avatar
      Thunder

      You do an amazing job getting me invested in a world and story without a lot of detail. I really want to know more about the Baron and his war, and Skyfortress itself. Who are the archangels and why do they care enough to intervene in this particular conflict? There’s so much potential here!

    2. Arith_Winterfell Avatar
      Arith_Winterfell

      I liked the way you managed to capture a real sense of rising action in this short little piece. You create a lot of tension with the army’s pause to wait for the fog to grow more dense, then the signal fire being shot, then the appearance of runes guarding the city, followed by a final turning of the tide with the appearance of the Skyfortress.

      I especially like how you captured the baron’s statement “Skyfortress” being said as “his voice nothing more than a breath.” It really captures the, well, breathlessness of the sight as his forces are overpowered by the arrival of the Archangels. I also didn’t miss the insertion of Omnix in there too, this time as more of a deity figure who created all. All in all, a good and interesting story! 🙂

  29. Sniperaxiom Avatar
    Sniperaxiom

    She’s a maneater

    By Sniperaxiom

    Corra inserted a needle into her victim’s arm as he stared on in dumb horror. She smiled as “Maneater” came on the radio, not noticing he was awake.

    She mouthed along with the words of the song while bopping in her chair as she went about her work, giving a nod of satisfaction as dark blood began running through the tube.

    She found herself enthralled by the blood flow, mesmerized by the thick substance. Corra unintentionally began staring hungirly at it.

    She was snapped out of her trance as the chorus began again. Joining in on the song, she glided over to the blood container where she saw it had reached the fill line.

    “That’s just about done-.”

    Corra flicked her suction device off and went to remove the tube but was interrupted by someone’s voice.

    “Oi, why are you stopping?”

    She turned to see Sasha frowning at her.

    “Oh! Hey Sasha!”

    He walked slowly around the man, who followed him with fearful eyes from where he was restrained, over to the radio. He glanced disapprovingly at Corra for her song choice and shut off the music.

    “Don’t stop! There is still plenty of blood in there!”

    She shook her head and turned her chair to face him.

    “No Sasha, if I take any more from him he would be going straight to that big castle in the sky.”

    Sasha paused in confusion and crossed his arms.

    “…You mean Vinni’s place?”

    “No! I mean it will kill him!”

    “So? We need more blood than that! What you have in the canister is barely enough for the two of us to survive on!”

    “You know if people start going missing the humans will catch on. It’s better to swipe a drunkard off the street, drain them a bit, then drop them back. That way, no one suspects a thing and we don’t have to kill anyone.”

    “-But he sees us!”

    “What do you mean?”

    The man jumped a bit as Corra turned and made eye contact with him.

    “Oh! Whoops- I guess I missed a step-“

    1. Wow. I really like the twists and turns. The way you made it vague what exactly was going on but dropped ever-so-subtle hints at it was both intriguing and hilarious, and even by the end you still couldn’t quite tell just what was happening. I love it when stories like this leave their true nature up to interpretation. Well done!

  30. Fortress of Suspension

    By Joe

    “The world is cruel. There is no hope for it. When the bombs launch, our worries will be over. No more having to convince one another of what’s right or wrong through committee. We will finally be on our own in this fortress suspended over a remote island untouched by human avarice. We’ll finally be free.”

    My father’s words echoed to me everyday as I wandered every hall and room, alone. He left me this fortress and a library of all human history and science for me to play with, and I’ve spent all my time learning, applying, creating new inventions and discovering new things.

    But I was alone, unconvinced, and afraid.

    I hated those words. They kept me here when I learned of the atrocities, unconvinced that my father really knew that it was hopeless to fix anything, and afraid that humanity’s stubbornness may have proved him right.

    I’m stuck.

    My father’s archive possesses knowledge needed to solve current problems. But reading the horrific events, listening to the debates quickly falling apart, and watching all the effort to subjugate has left me in a state of suspension. My thoughts list in the liminal space in my head, as if waiting for something to hit them.

    The objective is to find a better way to present what I know, and learn how to strengthen it. Some thoughts I’ve become irrationally afraid of as they exhaust my nights. It’s odd, because I don’t know a thought to be evil, and the cause of them is based on the evil I’ve learned and the presumptions I created myself. But once I knew what to say, I fell into a deep sleep, and awoke from my father’s defeated words.

    “I love you father. But my fear of staying here is stronger than your fear of the world. You didn’t prepare me for staying here, you enabled my curiosity. No matter the time we have left, no matter the disaster endangering humanity’s existence, it’ll never change the fact that we had a chance for betterment. And it won’t change my nature. Goodbye, father.”

    1. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      Great story, Joe.

      I’ve come to expect either your peculiar comedic timing or your also peculiar meditative propositions every time I read one of your stories, and I enjoy finding either. But I have a preference for the meditative ones, and the way you apply the words to make the thoughts resonate.

      And I love how I can read it in a myriad of different ways as well. Mostly, it works really well if I take the narrative literally. But it also works amazingly in a more metaphorical manner, happening inside someone conflicted between one more try and just giving up on humanity.

      And let me just say that that “I’m stuck” in the middle of the text works amazingly not just as a story element that starts the climax of the protagonist’s thoughts, but also serves a formating element that organizes the story around a central emotion. I don’t know if I can convey what I’m thinking, but just looking to the image of the written words after reading them feels satisfying by how everything fits together.

      I tripped a bit on one sentence (¨It’s odd, because I don’t know a thought to be evil, and the cause of them is based on the evil I’ve learned and the presumptions I created myself.”), but apart from that, it everything just fits amazingly well (both in terms or structure and of flow).

      Great story, thanks a lot for sharing it.

    2. Strong Berry Avatar
      Strong Berry

      I see this prompt really inspired the feeling of isolation in you. A grand archive of knowledge doesn’t help much when you are curious about the post-apocalyptic outside world, I guess. The last line really the adventure that would come.

      Good job!

    3. Gunpowder Avatar
      Gunpowder

      I‘m not sure if this was the intention, but I read this story in the voices of Count Frollo and Quasimodo from „Notre Dame“, especially with those opening lines.

      To me, this story offers an interesting look at the conflict between the cynicism of the older generation, and the optimism and curiosity of the younger. The narrator seems to be learning from the mistakes of his father, or is at the very least undeterred by them.

      Looking forward to reading more of your stories!

  31. The Rainbow Princess (Chronicles of The Dragon)
    By Makokam

    High above the clouds, high enough that even the largest cities turned to sparkling smudges on the land, flew a shimmering castle of metal and glass.

    This castle was the home for the greatest heroes of the world. They gathered together so that no disaster or villain would go unanswered, no matter where or when. Staffed by hundreds, the castle was like a small town. It had places to eat, and gardens to walk through, or sit in, or sleep in. There were places where people could live, and places where people who were hurt or sick could be healed. There was a place for the heroes to train, though some were too great to exert themselves within its walls, lest they destroy the castle.

    But hidden and kept secret in the tallest tower, was the Rainbow Princess.

    She was destined to be the greatest of all the heroes, but her power was too great and she could not control it. So she was taught by the greatest of the greatest, training her mind and body until she was ready to meet her destiny.

    But until then, she must remain in the castle, far above the world. Only able to see a handful of the heroes, and the scientists, and the doctors. Only able to look out at the lines and sparkling smudges across the land below that marked the rest of civilization.

    Surrounded by people, yet very alone. So close, and yet so far.

    .oOo.

    “Your vocabulary is improving.” Sol said, setting the paper down on Scribe’s desk. “But if you’re feeling lonely, you know the only thing you need to do to be able to go to the surface is get control of your powers.”

    “I HAVE control of my powers!” She said, lifting herself up out of her chair and swinging her feet under her to squat on the seat as she pouted up at him.

    “The accident report I get every day says otherwise.”

    Her fingers clenched and the arms of the chair began to smolder under her fingers.

    1. Shinigama Avatar
      Shinigama

      I love the fairy tale vibe of the opening. Not to mention that this feels like the beginning of a much longer story than a short piece of flash fiction. There’re so many ways you could take this if you chose to expand upon it.

      I like the ambiguity of the ending. The way you set everything up, you have a princess imprisoned and very much alone in the tower – imprisoned no less by supposedly the good guys of the world. The ending feels like you’re going to set up a villain origin story.

      Awesome piece, well done!

      1. Thank you!

        I had a lot of fun with this one. The fairy tale vibes at the start was a big part of that.

        I’m glad you like the ending. She’s a good bean though. At least, she tries to be.

    2. Ha! Looks like the Princess Scribe sets things on fire when she’s angry. What makes her angry? Being cooped up in the tower! Why is she cooped up in the tower? Because she sets things on fire when she’s angry…

      If only there was someone there to point out the obvious, or someone who could alleviate said loneliness without causing more trouble. BUT that’s not happening here.

      More mindful meditation for Scribe, methinks.

      1. If it was as simple as having someone follow her around with a fire extinguisher, she would have been allowed out long ago. Lol

    3. Arith_Winterfell Avatar
      Arith_Winterfell

      This was a very interesting and cool exploration, both of the prompt as a heroes fortress in the clouds, and of Scribe’s struggle and frustration with her powers and her striving to control those powers. I had to wonder if the fortress of the heroes was literally in the clouds or if it was simply a metaphor for Scribe’s feelings of alienation and loneliness from the rest of the world, feeling like she was so far away that the cities were “glittering smudges.” I’m not as familiar with Sol as a character so I can’t gauge how sympathetic he really is toward Scribe or if he is just being too by-the-book sort of character (but that’s a function of these stories being so short, not an actual critique of your story). It is also interesting that she interprets herself in her story as a princess in waiting to come to her full destiny. I wonder what destiny she will actually come to meet in the long term and if there are limits on her word/world shaping abilities. All in all, a good story!

      1. Thank you!

        The heroes fortress is literally in the clouds.

        I imagined Sol’s tone as being similar to, “You can’t go play with your friends until you practice piano for an hour.”

        It might be fun to try something with “princess Scribe” again in the future.

  32. Berith Quinn Avatar
    Berith Quinn

    The Lady of the Black Tower
    (A Tale from Aetherion)
    By Berith Quinn

    Wyndham stared at the sky as his eyes scanned the clouds, wondering if he’d see it. To be honest he wasn’t sure what he was looking for, or if it was even real. A part of him wondered if it was merely nothing more than a delirious nightmare filled with rapturous delights and sensual enticement.

    He shuddered as the memories of the pervasive dream washed over him, like a viscous shadow that warmly embraced a lover in death. It felt like icy needles crawled over his skin, as though spidery talons caressed his arms. And then, just like in his dreams, he heard her.

    Her silken voice seemed to whisper into his ear, as unintelligible words echoed in his head. He couldn’t focus on a single word, let alone a single voice. Instead, it was a myriad of screams harmonising into a siren song filled with the euphoric moans of the wailing dead. It filled his soul with a mixture of revelry and disgust, as noxious bile rose in his throat.

    It was then that he saw it. The very thing that filled his waking nightmares.

    The Black Tower from his dreams.

    It was a sight that was more magnificent in person. None of his visions did it justice. It rose out of the clouds, like a moment to the dead gods, as its polished exterior shimmered in ethereal beauty. A solitary edifice of black stone, floating on the clouds as sinuous dancers twirled in the light of sunset.

    Despite the distance, Wyndham could see her. The lady of the tower. The one that called to him. His whisperer in the darkness. His goddess of forbidden pleasures. His face contorted into a twisted smile of giddy delirium as she beckoned towards him. Without a thought, he walked towards her.

    As the sound of a solitary body crashed upon the rocks below the cliff face, the Black Tower retreated back into the distant clouds. Its glistening exterior shimmered in grotesque beauty. A solitary tentacle of inky shadows, writhing amongst the clouds as eldritch cherubs giggled with sadistic glee.

    1. Sniperaxiom Avatar
      Sniperaxiom

      I like the siren-like character of the lady of the tower. It reminds me of old folktales created to discourage people from approaching cliff sides. The tower and the lady make me think of sirens and kelpies a bit because the lady draws one to their death.

      It’s really creepy to watch the characters enthrallment towards this malicious being progress. While reading it you can somewhat tell where it’s going and it really creates a sense of suspense. It fits in with the prompt nicely, great job! :D!

      1. Berith Quinn Avatar
        Berith Quinn

        Why thank you. After I posted it, I wasn’t sure how well it fit the prompt enough. I am glad that you found it creepy and somewhat suspenseful.

    2. George Kaplan Avatar
      George Kaplan

      Ooh, I liked this! It made me think of the myths and legends of sirens and their enchanting though deadly attraction, with a bit of a lovecraftian twist. Unfortunately, as so many of these submissions do, I wish these were longer (though you used the space efficiently) because I would love to see this idea explored more. Keep up the good work!

      1. Berith Quinn Avatar
        Berith Quinn

        I too wish that I had more words to be more describe Wyndham’s descent and potentially explore The Lady herself (or possibly itself). Fortunately I try to use these prompts to explore snippets of my world… so perhaps it may appear again in a short story down the track.

    3. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      Okay, this is amazing.

      Let me take one thing out of the way, and then I’ll start the review properly. I think you meant to write the vision of the tower seemed like a monument to the dead gods, rather than a moment. It would make more sense. But a moment to the gods also makes a lot of sense, considering the invasion of dream imagery and mirages into the waking life of the protagonist. Still, worth pointing it out.

      Now let me tell you – that is an amazing story. I’m particularly fond of your description, specially the more baroque ones. I have already said it in another tale you shared before – you have a way with words. But this one was particularly interesting. The images of sublime things that are a composition of the beatific and the grotesque, forming something that defies aesthetic judgement… that’s just great. I’m particularly taken by this bit of phrasing: “it was a myriad of screams harmonising into a siren song filled with the euphoric moans of the wailing dead”.

      The whole way in which the aparition (both the Tower and the Lady) made me think of the Cenobytes from Hellraiser – demons to some, angels to others… and the language you use certainly help in making it a very colorful experience.

      I also really like the ending. The way the fall is described makes we also be taken abruptly by the realization of the end. It was always a danger, but being so taken by the image of the Tower that one just walks over the cliff and plummets to one’s doom is of a perverse closure that works really well – specially considering it seems to be just for that perverse pleasure of the towers inhabitants.

      And I said it before and I will say it again: I don’t think I ever encountered such an ambiguous and tenebrous in its ambiguity thing as an “eldritch cherub”.

      Amazing story, and really well-written.

      Thanks a lot for sharing it!

      1. Berith Quinn Avatar
        Berith Quinn

        I’m not one used to compliments or praise… nor do I know how to accept them. So I’m honestly lost for words, and honestly feel very humbled. So thank you. I really do appreciate your words.

        And yes, I didn’t even realise that typo of moment/monument… even though I re-read my piece a few times. But I am glad that either word sort of works.

    4. koryan94 Avatar
      koryan94

      I love the mix of the dark horror and beauty. Even though it’s such a small snippet, I would like to see this piece more fleshed out. We know he has seen the tower and the lady in his dreams, but did she also sing in his dreams, is that what led him to the Tower? Does the protagonist why she is in the Tower or is she locked in the Tower and using it to her advantage? Is she even human? So many questions, but I know not all wouldn’t be able to fit into the prompt. However, I really do like your story here and the vibe of dark fantasy. If you happen to flesh the story out more I’d love to see what direction this story goes.

      1. Berith Quinn Avatar
        Berith Quinn

        Admittedly, the Lady and the Black Tower was something new, purely inspired by this prompt. Though in saying that, they do align within a certain aspect of my world. Given the response to this submission, I just might have to cement the Lady and the Black Tower into my setting, and possibly have them feature in a future short story.

  33. The View From the Bottom [KoshDelia Ever After]
    C. M. Weller

    You couldn’t really see it properly until you got just past of the first crest of the hills past Arilber. Even then, the weather frequently interfered. Just like it was doing for Tarril Lorebinder, Olikent envoy, as she approached.

    The crown of Threespire Mountain, the seat of the Thrice-Sworn King, was embraced by clouds as Tarril beheld it for the first time. Heavy clouds in deep blue and dark grey washed against the white stone that gave the city its name, but left the distant castle standing alone like an island in the sky.

    For just a moment, it seemed like Castle Whitekeep floated on that cloud. Far above all others. Far above the rest of the world.

    It seemed terribly unfair that such a grand capital building should be so abominably ugly.

    Even from a distance, the structure on the misty mountain peak was a lumpish conglomeration of clashing architecture. Looking exactly like it had simply suffered additions instead of being created as a work of art.

    The castle of a king should be grand. Sweeping arches. Towering spires. Confectionaries of architecture. Not…. some white blob made of smaller blobs that huddled on the mountain like the monster who reigned within.

    The only high point was the titular keep itself. A stumpy thumb, visible above even the tallest of the castle’s walls. The stubby middle finger towards Olikent that had stood unbroken and unbreakable since a dozen slaves slipped Olikent chains.

    She was not here to fulfil any Olikent desire to take those slaves’ descendants back into bondage. She was here to plead for the life and welfare of her master.

    She was here to beg for mercy at the feet of the Thrice-Sworn King.

    Tarril turned her eyes away from the building on the clouds, and focussed her attention on the long and winding road ahead. Already turning her prayers towards the gods.

    Both she and the gods knew that the Demon Lord of the Mountains would have little mercy for ANYONE who kept intelligent beings in chains.

    1. Tamela Redfin Avatar
      Tamela Redfin

      Good take on the prompt. I like it.

      1. Thankyou, thankyou ::bows:: I’m here all week 😉

    2. George Kaplan Avatar
      George Kaplan

      This was really good. I like how you managed to really flesh out your world and give a taste of a much larger story within such small confines. You left me wanting to know more about this world. It’s unfortunate that we only have 350 words to fit our stories into (though I know it’s for good reason) as I would love to explore these stories more.

      1. I have good news for you! I have a MUCH larger novel in progress that involves this world. I can hook you up with the GoogDrive with all the chapters for easy reading [because the document itself is in the process of overwhelming its third GoogDoc]

        Glad you’re enjoying the smaller slices of a much bigger story.

    3. I think this is a great example of how a castle can be in the sky while technically being on the ground.

      The funny thing about the description of the castle is that I believe, historically, that’s exactly how castles came to be. Built up over decades if not generations as needs and population grew.

      The thing I’m most curious about is exactly who this Tarril person is and who they are begging mercy for. If they are an actual slaveholder/dealer then I feel confident it will not be given. But surely there are other people in Olikent? Normal jobs and business people?

      Or is “Olikent’ a job/class/business that deals explicitly in slavery?
      Or is she going there on behalf of the whole country?
      For some reason on first reading I thought she was going on behalf of a specific person, but now I realize I may have been mistaken.

      1. Olikent is the name of an organisation of people dedicated to the creed “Profit by any means” and are basically a stand-in for all the billionaire oligarchs who alter the laws so they can continue to make money without consequences for their actions. Or any of those pesky regulations in their way [“those regulations are written in blood” — lengthy Tumblr post]

        The more money they have, and the more they show it, the higher regard they have. Olikent castles are remodeled to be architectural wonders where Whitekeep is far more practical yet ugly.

        People in the Olikent faction who work under their oligarch lords are sold the dream of elevation while simultaneously being ground down. The bootstrap mythos of the current era is in full swing. So I’m basically pointing a finger at Business As Usual under Capitalism.

        Tarril is an envoy for some shiftless lump of a lorship, sent on the promise of some promotion that will doubtless fall through. Again. Kosh might lure her into his service when she learns he appreciates her qualities and actually keeps his word.

  34. Shinigama Avatar
    Shinigama

    Hope for a Dying Species
    by Shinigama

    Mars is bright tonight. He peers out of the thick black sky, glaring down at our wretched planet with disgust.

    As I stare back into his unblinking eye, I think of my princess, and wonder how she is faring. I hope Mars is taking care of her. There’ll be hell to pay if anything has happened to her.

    Hell from Earth.

    I lean back against the charred stump of a tree and wrap my filthy blanket tighter around my shoulders. My teeth chatter in the chill air – with my gums the way they are, they’ll knock themselves out of my mouth. It’s already difficult enough to find food as it is.

    Still, with any luck, I’ll have frozen to death before dawn comes.

    As I close my eyes, I think of the last time I saw my darling child. Not the best memory – full of fear, despair, horror, anguish, and grief. But weird as it sounds, it’s a happy one. Because even remembering the sight of my crying child’s face grip my arms as tightly as she could, all while the soldier dragged her away and onto the ship off-planet, I know that something precious has been saved. If there was one good thing I did with my pathetic life, one good thing I did for this godforsaken world, it was bring her into the world. Knowing she’s up there, safe from the irradiated plains, scorched forests, and drowning coastlines of this pestilent tumour of a planet.

    Safe from this cancerous blight of a species.

    We who built monstrous weapons of mass genocide. We who poisoned the earth, water and air with plastics, chemicals, and fumes. We who slaughtered billions of our kind and others.

    Live on child. Forget about me, and this miserable rock. Be kind to others and help those in need. Teach them not to repeat the mistakes of their forefathers. Lead the survivors of humanity’s reckoning to a brighter future.

    If humanity can create Hell on one planet, maybe they can build Paradise on another.

    I have one hope that they can.

    1. WriterOfThought Avatar
      WriterOfThought

      Oh I love this. I love the way that you’ve weaved hope throughout the torment. Even through the bittersweet, the hope remains, and I’m a sucker for stories about hope.

      The wording feels like something I’d find in a Souls game, the kind that curses humanity and clings to innocence even if it can only be found in the deceased.

      Cling to that hope, O wanderer of the wastes. Cling to that hope that threatens to be snuffed out by blinding snow and winds.

      Cling to that hope, and you will see your child once more.

    2. Anton Kragh Paaskesen Avatar
      Anton Kragh Paaskesen

      “if humanity can create hell on one planet, maybe they can build paradise on another”

      What a powerful line. So much communicated in so few words.

      All in all an extremely powerful tale. The fact that you write in the present tense really adds a lot and helps get into the main characters’ headspace. I can really picture him reminiscing about his family while shielding himself from the cold.

      Well done.

    3. Strong Berry Avatar
      Strong Berry

      This seems so bleak, yet still hopeful, which I assume was the point. The narrator seems so hateful of their species, but still loving for their child. It’s really bittersweet.

      Good job!

  35. Tamela Redfin Avatar
    Tamela Redfin

    Mommy Clearest (Reagan’s story)

    By Tamela Redfin

    Reagan woke up to the blaring cry of her daughters. “Ugh, I just want to sleep. Why can’t they just shut up?”

    Was this her punishment for not being a good wife? Where was her husband anyway? Probably asleep. She flicked on the light and walked over to the cribs in the nursery.

    Since cypha babies lived underground, they were far more active than their human counterparts. They were reaching out for Reagan with their tiny claws.

    “Oh come here you little troublemakers.” She cooed while picking up both of them. This was her life. One stared up with yellow eyes and the other scratched at her chest.

    “Are you hungry, Zirconia?” She asked, getting her bottle. Zirconia quickly suckled the bottle, while the other, named Sapphira, seemed to slowly calm down.

    “What am I going to do? I’m not mother material but stupid Edison…” She thought, patting her twins. This was far from her dream; her mother forced her to marry Edison, a man who used and violated her wants, and now she was left with no dreams, but instead a nightmare.

    What was she thinking?! These were innocent children! But… this wasn’t what she wanted. Was her life over now?

    She watched the twins yawn and she gently rocked first Zirconia and then Sapphira to sleep.

    “There, I was a good mother. Now I can go to sleep?” Reagan walked to her bedroom. She could hear Edison snoring and saw him sprawled out on the bed. Bastard.

    “Guess I could sleep in the nursery.” Reagan reasoned. But she didn’t want to. But it was better than waking Edison.

    Less than a second after she landed in the chair, she was out. What happened to her dreams, anyway? Her dreams were as distant as a castle in the sky.

    1. Nice depth. It’s good to see inside someone’s head in your writing. I hope to see more personality in your other characters going forth. Stretch those wings.

      I love seeing how Reagan feels trapped in this family, in the relationship, and struggling with twins that she’s CERTAIN she can’t be a good mother for.

      Of course she barely sees that she has zero support when she needs even SOME.

      It’s also interesting to compare her learned helplessness here with her growing strength when she has supportive people around her.

  36. Song as Old as Rhyme
    By Marx

    “So, humans also have this ceremony in a flying temple?” The Old One asked, looking out the window at the breathtaking sights.

    Yelena shook her head with a giggle. “No. Though with humans, it’s usually a holy place. This temple seemed… appropriate. Also, I missed the view from this high up.”

    The Old One raised an eyebrow. “You flew us here.”

    Yelena smiled somberly as she looked back at her singular wing. “With magic. It’s… not the same.”

    He caressed her cheek. “The you I see is the only you I’ve known. And the you I see is perfection.”

    “…thank you.” A blush colored Yelena’s cheeks as she looked into the Old One’s eyes. “Are you ready?”

    “Of course, my love.”

    Yelena took his much larger hands into hers as she began, “So, in human culture, they would say vows to each other now. But we… already did that part…”

    The Old One gave a knowing chuckle, which Yelena returned, smiling back coyly.

    “So instead… I’ll tell you a story. You know of my fascination with human culture.”

    “Yes, of course…” The Old One sighed.

    Yelena gave him a stern look in response. “Don’t judge me! I just find them interesting. Regardless… they put meanings on many things. Including minerals they find in the Earth.

    “With one, some cultures thought it housed a demon. But later generations saw it differently. That this black stone protected them from the evils of the world by taking that darkness into itself.”

    The Old One looked at his pitch-black skin and back at Yelena with a smirk. “I’m not seeing the connection.”

    Yelena playfully glared again then continued, “The humans have a name for this stone. It was said to have originated from the goddess of love.”

    “I thought you said they originally thought it was evil.”

    Yelena scowled before waving off the comment. “Humans are fickle. Anyway… My protector. My Old One. My soulmate. My love. My… Onyx. Do you accept this name I offer you?”

    “I do,” Onyx replied.

    Yelena grinned from ear to ear. “Then kiss me, my beloved Onyx.”

    “Gladly.”

    1. Very nice. I’ve always been a fan of rocks and gems and minerals, and onyx in particular, so I liked this a lot. I take it these two characters are higher beings of some sort? Maybe gods, maybe not–I like that you left it ambiguous. I also like the idea of them taking interest in not just human behavior but in the world humans live in, since your characters seem to treat onyx as if it’s not native to wherever they are. I don’t know. I just think giving characters “mundane” (to us) interests is a good way to make these sorts of characters feel relatable and like they have real depth. Really good job!

      1. Thank you so much! I’m so happy you liked it so much. I try to make each story stand on it’s own which gets trickier when you have to keep reintroducing characters lol. So I’m very glad the ambiguity works so well in this story. You are right though. They’re an angel and demon, respectively.

        And I fully agree about giving ‘epic’ beings interests in the mundane making them so much more interesting.

        Thanks again for the review!

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