Writing Group: Blooming in Moonlight (PRIVATE)

Good evening Horticulturalists, Night Creatures, and Lunatics!

I see you’ve come to the midnight garden to admire the night blooms. Not many people know about this place. Rumors and all. You know, it’s said that magic happens beneath iridescent light, because…

This week’s Writing Group prompt is:

Blooming in Moonlight

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

This prompt conjures an image of ethereal, midnight beauty. The first thing it makes me think of is flowers. There are several real flowers that bloom in the moonlight (Angel’s Trumpets, Queen of the Nights, Casablanca Lilies…), as well as a vast plethora of mythical ones. You could write about scientists examining the flowers blooming at night, about your characters having a picnic in a meadow under the stars, or else a dark duel covered in petals.

We usually associate flowers with blooming, but when an aquatic, microscopic algae population swells so much that it changes the entire ecosystem, this is called algal bloom. These bloom events vary in color from green, to red, to brown and gold, to even purple, and are sometimes big enough to be seen from space! Algal blooms can be good (providing nutrients and food for other organisms) or harmful (producing toxins or damaging structures that kill aquatic life). If you want to do something really fun and/or wacky with this prompt, tell us the story of one of such blooms. You could write about a fish beneath it, a human population affected by it, or even personify it! Writing about someone from space seeing it could be a particularly interesting application of the moonlight aspect. 

The fun thing about this prompt, however, is that it’s not “flowers in moonlight” or “plants in moonlight.” It’s “blooming in moonlight.” It’s the verb—you get to decide what’s blooming. Blooming can apply to more than just plants. Looking up the definitions, it can apply to anything at its freshest and most beautiful. It can refer to a youthful glow about a person’s complexion. Perhaps you want to write about the young debutante coming down the stairs, bathed in moonlight, or else the vampire putting on the guise of a human complexion. 

Even music is said to bloom when it has a full bright sound. Perhaps you want to write about a composer seeing their dream fulfilled as they hear their composition bloom, or a teen sitting in their room enjoying their favorite song when they can’t sleep.

When I look up the definitions of bloom, one is “(of fire, color, or light) [to] become radiant and glowing” which I think is particularly beautiful. You could write about fireworks blooming over the water, of a painter mixing the perfect, radiant shade, or of bioluminescent creatures blooming beneath the waves under a moonlight of their own invention. 

You can push this prompt to greater limits than that. “Bloom” is a word that can be used poetically. Blood may “bloom” in the water, anger may “bloom” inside one’s chest, even scandalous desires might “bloom” at night. There are several things that happen in the moonlight that you could poetically describe as blooming. You could even describe something like a werewolf transformation like a flower blooming. The sky—or should I say moon?—is your limit. (But, if you go this route, just be sure to make the connection to the prompt clear.)

My challenge for you this week is one meant to help you improve your writing skills. I often talk on streams about using active verbs. (Example: Instead of saying “He held my arm tightly.” saying “He grabbed my arm.” Instead of saying “She was lonely.” saying “Loneliness crept in from the corners of the room.”) “Bloom” is one of my personal favorite active and poetic verbs, so I think this would be a great challenge for this prompt. 

Level one of my challenge is: do your best to use active verbs throughout your piece. This is the most lenient level of the challenge—just do your best when and where you can to use active verbs. 

The second level of my challenge is: don’t use any adverbs (besides ones like “yesterday” and “tomorrow,” those are fine). This is the next difficulty level—finding adverbs and completely removing them in the goal of using an active verb instead.

The third level is: don’t use am/is/are/was/were anywhere in your piece—always choose something more active. I know, to some, this may seem impossible (it certainly did to me when my English teacher once gave my class this challenge) but you’d be surprised how little you need those verbs, and how often those words can be replaced and improved by something more active. (Example: “I was hot.” vs “The heat clung to me.”)

(You can mix and match the levels to your preference!) 

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!

My, how you’ve grown, seedlings! Now put those new petals to use and dazzle us.

—Felicia, Kaylie, and Pearce

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61 responses to “Writing Group: Blooming in Moonlight (PRIVATE)”

  1. jesse fisher Avatar
    jesse fisher

    Moonlite Chat
    By Jesse Fisher

    The wind passed over the city as a kid laid out on the rooftop of the apartment building he called home.The noise was almost a lullaby to the child, and yet they could not sleep. Sleep was normally a welcome embrace after the routine of the day. They could not recall anything like this, like sickness did that but they did not feel sick.

    Flopping on the hard surface that would burn them in the heat of the day. Were their minds racing, could they just have a nagging feeling of something just beyond knowledge?

    The clatter of metal and the heavy steps broke a trance that they did not notice until an inharmonious noise broke the hymn that was the night.

    “I know you are normally doing this song and dance in your room.”

    The kid looked up to see their dad squat down next to them. They looked so different, one cover in fluff and the other a mechanical appearance.

    “I know you said when I was younger that the night called to me, the moon was like the sun to other kids.”

    “That I did.” The father’s visored face looked up. “I wished for you to grow based on what you naturally acted. However as time moved on you being nocturnal would have caused some issues. I can just charge but I can not change the world around us.”

    “I know.” The child replied as it’s eyes moved from the city to the moon above. “Why is the world like that?”

    The sound of movement and the chill of the metal was like a blanket.

    “Because the world was made like that.”

  2. MasaCur Avatar
    MasaCur

    Carnival Fantastique
    By MasaCur

    The truck convoy pulled up to the county fairground, trailers filled with roars and brays of dozens of creatures, mundane and fantastic. Above the trucks, the night sky’s stars were blotted out by the street lights of the town and the glowing full moon.

    A rotund man in a dusty, beat up pointed hat climbed from the passenger door of the lead truck’s cab. He barked orders, pointing in various directions as he did so.

    A couple of rock trolls, their grey skin craggy and pockmarked, pulled a giant tent pole from one of the trailers, thick as a ship’s mast. They carried it to a spot several yards from the convoy, and then dug a post hole in the ground with their bare hands. When the hole was dug, they erected the pole, planting it in the hole.

    A masked woman in flowing silk robes pulled out a flute. As she played, panels and posts of carnival booths danced their way into place, setting themselves up as well as any craftsman ever could. A gang of gnomes rushed from one booth to the next, securing the panels and posts together to keep the booths upright for when the magic flute would eventually fall silent.

    A lithe dryad walked a perimeter near the trucks, trees sprouting in her wake. The trunks and branches spread out, reaching out to one another. The branches intertwined, a cage assembling from the individual nascent trees.

    As the cage formed, an ifreet cracked his fiery whip. When he did so, a chimera leapt toward one of the cells, its three heads bleating, roaring, and hissing at the blazing animal tamer.

    Throughout the night, the carnival took form, a striped big top tent commanding over it. As the twilight of dawn started to wake on the horizon, the strange company of creatures and people sought to find a place to catch a few hours of sleep before they were ready to open the festivities to the nearby locals.

    The circus had come to town.

    1. jesse fisher Avatar
      jesse fisher

      Love the whole setup here, a whole production of a place that was not there the day before. The whole job description was nice and showing what each being do. Best part for me was the Dryad, mostly because they could be unneeded.

      Loved it.

  3. Rattus Avatar
    Rattus

    Some Flowers Bloom Twice (Illusions of Heroes)
    by Gerrit (Rattus)

    It’s said that when the goddess Dianae was killed, her blood seeped into the ground and became the magic that now runs through all life. The site of her grave grew into a massive grove, with trees packed so tight that not even sound escapes from their depths. Within this grove, and dotting the fields around it, now grow the Mother’s Rose.

    The flower is often considered among the most beautiful, thought to be enchanted by the magic of Dianae’s lifeblood. In the waning days of spring, the flowers bloom in a brilliant shade of blue. As the days grow warmer, the petals curl inwards, as if shielding themselves from the heat. Until one night during the height of summer, when the full moon smiles down on them, and they bloom again in a beautiful pink colour.

    Isetta remembered her mother speaking of them with fondness when she was only a child. Her mother used to say that some people were like the Mother’s Rose—that sometimes when they think they’ve found their role in life, it’s only a temporary stop on their way to their true selves.

    It was a comforting thought, and one that hadn’t left Isetta’s mind in the last few days. She wondered how her mother was doing, if she ever looked at the flowers in her garden and thought of her daughter, the way Isetta now held the petals in her hand and thought of her mother.

    She hadn’t wanted to leave, not really. She’d loved her family and enjoyed her daily walks through the gardens. But life in the palace wasn’t for her, and she knew that now. Much of her previous life wasn’t for her.

    She’d expected her new name to take some getting used to. For eighteen years her name had been something else, a name passed down through the family. Yet somehow, from the first moment she chose her new name, it felt right.

    Maybe her childhood under her birth name had only been her first bloom. Now she’d found her true self, her true bloom, and it was Isetta.

    1. MasaCur Avatar
      MasaCur

      Gerrit, this is a lovely story. Isetta’s path to finding her own destiny, apart from her childhood upbringing is so filled with hope, and I have every wish for her to find something that gives her happiness and fulfilment. I like the way you tied it into the worldbuilding mythology you set up earlier as well.
      Incidentally, and completely unrelated, Isetta is also the name of a terrible micro car that I absolutely would love to own. It was designed by Italians post World War 2, and most of them were built at BMW before it became a well established automaker. And it only has one door, and opens in the front of the car.
      Anyway, this was a heartwarming read, and thank you for submitting.

  4. Partran Avatar
    Partran

    Dandelions
    By Partran

    “Have you ever seen one launch?” Tanya asked as she leaned back on the long table that ran the length of the observation deck, coffee warm in her hands.

    Alyssa shook her head, long hair flaring out around her and only slowly settling back to her shoulders as she leaned forward against the floor to ceiling windows and stared out at the gentle curve of the lunar surface. “No, its my first one.”

    “It never gets old.”

    As the girl watched the horizon, a towering structure, slender and elegant, rose over the gentle arc of the moon. Released from the shipyard it lifted away from the slight gravity, turning about its axis.

    A graceful pirouette let the spreading petals catch the light that shone from the distant sun that cast the Earth in an azure-ringed shadow. The ship spread its wings for the first time with a delicacy akin to the first flowers in spring. The unfurling of the sails was a slow process, but they shone and rippled like light on a dark sea throughout.

    “The crew’s already on board?” Alyssa asked with wonder tinging her voice, her eyes never leaving the ship as the great sails unfurled and the generation ship began to turn itself away from the shores of Earth and Luna and into the endless black sea.

    “Yep. They’ll all be getting settled in, getting cozy for the trip. Next stop will be their great great great some odd grandkids meeting up with the forerunners.” Tanya said as she stood from the table and rested a hand on her niece’s shoulder, “You excited to be going?”

    “Oh yes! Mom says we’ll be like dandelions, spread on the wind, putting down roots under other skies.”

    Tanya smiled at that, growing thoughtful as her niece watched the ship curve across the lunar sky and spread its sails ever further. It was a bittersweet moment, but one she would cherish when her sister and niece had left. For now she enjoyed the moment for what it was and savored the shared wonder in the girl’s eyes.

    1. Lunabear Avatar
      Lunabear

      First off, Partran, the descriptions here a beautiful. You truly capture what seeing this launch would be like in person.

      The ship spread its wings for the first time with a delicacy akin to the first flowers in spring. The unfurling of the sails was a slow process, but they shone and rippled like light on a dark sea throughout. (This here is one of my most favorite descriptions. It pulls the reader in!)

      I never thought of space exploration for the prompt, and it’s a wonderful choice for your story. Alyssa’s wonder and excitement are infectious, and it was impossible to keep from smiling while reading this. I didn’t realize at first that they had already colonized on the moon, and that’s where the ships are taking off from. That is really spectacular.

      An inspiring slice of life story. You immersed the leader in the moment, and allow a wonderful heart to heart between Alyssa and Tanya. I wish the best for their space exploration. I sincerely look forward to reading more of your stories; they’re great. Please keep writing. Thank you so much for sharing this one.

    2. Laura Nettles Avatar
      Laura Nettles

      I really enjoyed this take on blooming, with the sails of the ship expanding. It was a nice little moment between two characters. I got confused in the last paragraph when it says “It was a bittersweet moment, but one she would cherish when her sister and niece had left.” I think this is saying the next time she has a repeat of this lift off moment it would be bittersweet since the girl next to her will be on the next generation ship. Or will the memory of this current moment be bittersweet? Wait, I think it’s the second option after reading it a few times. Ignore me.

      The parallel to a dandelion spreading it’s seeds was a nice visual and great parallel. A hopeful take on the spread of humanity. I just hope nothing goes wrong during the generations that live and die mid transit. Good job!

      1. Partran Avatar
        Partran

        The intent is that her niece will be on the next generation ship while the aunt stays behind.

    3. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      This is a very good story and a very surprising take on the prompt. You also got a sublime match of tone and theme in this one. It feels at once beautiful and bittersweet, hopeful, but quite definitive in the partings department.

      The dialogue feels natural and the story flows amazingly. This really paints a very beautiful picture with a lot of emotional undertones. As soon as I read the world “generational ship”, the weight of the moment depicted in the scene sinks. And the conversation slowly approaching the idea that the girl will embark on the next one is very powerful emotional punch.

      Also, I love the comparison with dandelions.

      Amazing use of language overall.

      If I had one small point of critique is that I felt the first sentence of the second paragraph is a little bit on the lenghty side, and it made me pause to properly parse it when reading it at first. But that’s a very small point in an amazing story.

      Thanks for sharing.

      1. Partran Avatar
        Partran

        Yeah that sentence is proof I wrote this at 2 AM. 🙂

  5. Midnight Rose (Chronicles of The Dragon)
    By Makokam

    Imogene sat on the floor in the tower study Vlad had constructed for her. She looked up through the windows at the moon as she waited for him to awaken.

    She didn’t know how long this would take; she was the only other person in the world who had undergone such a transformation, and she’d been dead long before it was cast. But Vlad…

    She looked over at his still form, laying in the center of the room. His wounds had healed, but he no longer breathed and his heart didn’t beat. She wasn’t sure what to make of that, as she herself was still as death when she slept. She could only assume it had worked.

    It was well past midnight when he jerked awake.

    He looked himself over, patting at where his vitals had been ready to spill out, only to find his skin whole and his blood unspilled. When his eyes met Imogene’s, he was sure that if they were capable, her eyes would be full of tears.

    She slid herself across the ground and pulled his arm around her as held herself to his chest. “I was a sickly child, rarely able to do much, always smaller and weaker than others in the village. When my father brought me back, he told me I looked healthier, stronger, and more beautiful than I ever had, that I was like a bud that finally bloomed.

    “I never believed him, but seeing you now, as perfect as if the greatest artists had carved you from marble, I understand. For eternity we’ll be together, nothing strong enough to take us away.”

    Vlad held his dear Imogene tightly, too relieved to have escaped death, to be with his beloved midnight rose, to truly consider the meaning of eternity.

    1. Lunabear Avatar
      Lunabear

      Even though this is shorter than your usual stories, it’s still sweet and emotionally charged. I love how tirelessly Imogene resides over Vlad until he reawakens. It shows her dedication and love for him.

      One thing I feel that’s done really well here that a lot of authors don’t seem to touch on anymore is the fact that there’s a chance humans may not complete the transition to vampirism and can simply die. There doesn’t appear to be a way to tell if the turning is successful until they wake up. I love that dark implication and gives even more validity to Imogene’s concern. Her character really shines here, especially when she explains why Vlad coming back to life means so much to her. And I adore how she describes him as beautiful.

      The way Vlad returns is jarring, visceral. It might be due to the way he died (violently) but I love the juxtaposition between that a Imogene’s calm nature. Him also searching out injuries and not finding any is also good. It’s a natural reaction and shows of his lingering humanity despite his current state.

      Their coming together and embracing at the end is the perfect icing on this cake. I’m an absolute sucker for romances, and this is dark, sweet, and wholesome. It’s heartwarming, as well, and allowing humanity to bloom within and between nonhuman creatures scratches a deep-rooted itch for me. Thank you so very much for writing and sharing this story, Mako. It’s different from your other stories, even the previous ones about this couple, and I would really enjoy reading more.

      1. Thank you. You always manage to hype the hell out of my stories. ^_^

    2. Laura Nettles Avatar
      Laura Nettles

      True love conquering death. Nice! I would love to know how she brought him back from the dead. Is this considered dark magic and taboo, hence she was the only one it was used on before? Loved the detail that she is as still as a corpse when she sleeps ever since the ritual was done to her.

      I notice a lot of the sentences start with “subject verb,” ie. “she sat,” “he looked,” or “she slid,” particularly at the start of each paragraph. It could be a fun exercise to try and vary the sentence structures. Just a nit pick.

      The dialogue was a little jarring. She goes straight into exposition instead of reassuring Vlad that he’ll be okay. That she’s got him. That she knows how he feels as a recently resurrected being since she was too at one point. I realize the dialogue ties in the blooming theme more securely to the story, but maybe it could have been shortened? Poor dear Vlad doesn’t get to say a word while Imogene gets two paragraphs. Maybe he’s mute? Or too overwhelmed?

      Overall, I liked the premise and detail of how she sleeps. I feel like this is part of a larger story since the title has a subheading. Hopefully Vlad gets to come to terms with what was done to him.

      1. Thank you thank you! ^_^

        Until this moment, Imogene was the only one of her kind, so the means to raise and transform someone the way she and Vlad were isn’t well known enough to be taboo. It is truly a secret art.

        Ya know, I didn’t even notice. It’s a fair point though.

        I tried a bunch of different lead ins, like, “I’ve told you about how-” and “I never talk about my childhood because-” and they all felt weird to me, like she should just say the thing.
        And I didn’t even notice Vlad didn’t have any dialogue. lol I was not thinking about that, but him still being disoriented from waking up is probably the best reasoning.

        This IS a part of a larger story! ^_^
        Well, a part of a larger story that’s part of a smaller story that’s part of a large universe…all of which go under Chronicles of The Dragon. I really need to find way to break it up further. -_-

    3. I do kind of love these two. Maybe in part because of the tragic nature of their relationship.

      And you did an amazing job setting up the scene here. Especially with Imogene not knowing if turning Vlad would even work because she was such a very specific situation and had never made a vampire before.

      You really feel her anxiety as she’s watching him all night and hoping he doesn’t stay dead. I also like that you don’t give the specifics of how he “died” but you get the idea that it was violent and that’s all you really need to know.

      And I did love Imogene’s monologue when he does wake. It’s very heartfelt and you can feel the excitement and relief that as far as she knows, they’ll be together for eternity. It would have been nice to have a line or two of her comforting him considering last thing he knew, he was dying lol. But considering she was massively emotional about the process as well, this absolutely works.

      And of course, I love the ominous phrasing in the ending. Just enough to let you know this won’t end well lol.

      Great take on the prompt!

  6. Aracnarquista Avatar
    Aracnarquista

    The First of Us
    by Aracnarquista

    I look into the skies. The lights above, obscured by the canopy, bless my sacred endeavor. The stars call for my ascension. The moon smiles at such a holy pilgrimage.

    All gentle luminous entities wait for the rite in which we leave the earth forever to soar in the breeze as new life.

    I do not resent the soil, but I rejoice in leaving it behind. Our burrows and tunnels belong in the past; the colony follows its own path, while I tread higher roads. My siblings will not miss the lost wanderer who saw greatness and pursued elevation, but even now I think of them. My love will spread to them as well, once I perish.

    But first, the climb.

    The first step up the last climb fills me with expectation. Should I say us, rather than me? Describing this entity as “I” or “we” seems imprecise. The wonder that inhabits me and made me more than just one of my siblings can’t be encompassed in the idea of a single thing. “I”, “we”… the terms fail to conceive the sublime nature of connection. Where once I knew of only myself, we now care for everything. I left the group when true sight invaded me. The connective amalgam we became allows me to return to the group again, in spirit, so that all of my siblings will know of its glory and joy.

    I reach the highs from where our holy message will spread. With no need to talk, I clench my jaws in the stem of the plant. A last love bite to ground this vessel to reality while we transcend. From the base of my skull a spire rises to the heavens, and love blooms.

    Our corpse proclaims the fungal gospel to the wind.

    ***

    “Look up, sister, to where the remains of the martyr rest. In her time, she made the sacrifice and gave us truth by spreading the blessings of the mycelium. Now we join her in the highs as new prophets of fungal connectivity. Our bodies will remain a testament of love. Now, the climb.”

    1. Partran Avatar
      Partran

      I’m always a sucker for the poetic and being a fan of mushrooms and such doesn’t hurt at all to appreciate this submission. You subtly hide the horror story of what is actually going on and that’s impressive.

      The analogies of the pilgrimage and the martyrdom of the ant are well done and carried throughout without feeling overwhelming. You use the brevity of the piece well in not having the extravagant prose stay overlong.

      1. Aracnarquista Avatar
        Aracnarquista

        Thanks a lot, Partran!

        I feel like these short pieces are the perfect medium to experiment with some strange concepts – even when they do not land well, brevity is an asset. As soon as I knew the prompt, my mind pictured a mushroom. It took some time for the idea of writing from the perspective of an infected ant to coalesce, but by then I knew what I wanted to try in terms of voice and imagery. That being said, I’m not very satisfied with how it turned out… Though I really like the contrast of religious imagery, xenofiction and body/possession horror.

        I think in this one I should be a little bit more clear on what’s going on, though. I chose the title as a way to prime readers on what is going on, but I’m not so sure it will work for most people. But I’m very glad you got it, and liked the piece. Thanks for the comment and the feedback.

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    1. Lee Strangely Avatar
      Lee Strangely

      Now that was an interesting, albeit odd, way to incorporate the blooming part of the prompt. Not that it was bad, just very unique compared to what I’ve read up till now. It reminds me of Morbius, where the movie decided to visualize the character’s echolocation abilities by showing sounds around him as very colorful and fluid-like. It’s been said a lot before, that sound is very difficult to utilize in mediums like writing or art like comic books. Despite this not being a visual medium, you went for a more visually artistic approach which very creatively visualizes something non-visual like Lestair’s sorrows and the wolf-song. You did a really god job with this story!

    2. Awww this is such a beautiful story. I love how beautiful and emotional you made of something as simplistic as wolves howling at the moon. That their howls become a song and that the song they sing is colors and imagery and emotions.

      You really pull the reader along as Savion isn’t there for Lestair at the beginning and I absolutely adored the mirroring from Lestair’s lonely song to Savion’s once he joined him. It punches even harder when you know that they are both lonely but while Lestair plans to do something about it, Savion is too stubborn and ends up even lonelier because of it.

      But I think the real standout of this piece is the song descriptions. Each one is beautiful and poetic and comes across amazingly well in a written medium. You genuinely feel the sorrow and the happiness followed by more sorrow as the story ebbs and flows, much like the song in its text.

      Beautiful take on the prompt! Thanks for sharing.

    3. This is amazing and beautiful and sad and I wish I could say more about it but I don’t even know what to say beyond that.


      I was confused at first about the birds, but within a couple of lines I understood what you were doing.

      Savion appearing while he sang, with his own song a plea for Lestair to come back, and then leaving as soon as their howl was over. Wonderful.

      Poor wolf boys. I love them so much.

    4. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      Wow. That was beautiful.

      Really wow. I love the language you used here. The composition with colors and emotions for the song is incredibly touching, and it conveys so much of their feelings. That’s an amazing scene.

      But what I like the most is the way you start the moment of singing and the comparison with birds. That is powerful. I needed to stop there and catch my breath. Amazing writing.

      Another thing I really like here is how the timing of the story is comprised most of the song. This communicates the weight of that moment and of the last night of Lestair as a wolf in a really interesting way.

      And it also makes me think a lot on how – in what I imagine is quite the long time afterwards – Lestair will ask Savion for them to sing together after catching him in song.

      Amazing story, Kaylie! Thanks a lot for sharing it!

  8. WriterOfThought Avatar
    WriterOfThought

    A Rose in Bloom
    WriterOfThought

    Helena was hiding in her favorite place to sulk: in her father’s study, crammed between the desk and the bookcase. The gap had always been just big enough for her to fit in its space, no matter how much she had grown, and it always had the perfect view of the family crest on the opposite wall: a red rose on a black field.

    She could not, for the life of her, figure out why she was in such a bitter mood that day. But she knew that she wanted to be alone, unbothered, and surrounded by what she considered her true friends: books. Not that she was particularly in the mood to read any of them at the moment.

    It wasn’t uncommon for Helena to find herself in these moods where the thought of having to interact with anyone caused hundreds of kinds of negativity to well up within her. Anger, discomfort, sadness, grumpiness, all sorts of unpleasant emotions swirled inside of the raven-haired ball of rage currently staring at the Bloodstone Rose on the wall.

    She wanted to imagine the rose as shut, as a flower without the sunlight, as a bud. When she blinked, that was what she saw. It was how she wanted to feel at the moment. Like a bud refusing to blossom out of unsourced spite.

    The closed rose stared at her from the wall, reflecting her emotional state back at her, forcing her to feel the aura she was exuding on the small room.

    But then she noticed something out of place. A book on her father’s shelf had fallen over, but to where she could barely not see the text that lay, knowledge waiting to be consumed. As grumpy as she was, her curiosity tended to win out.

    Book, or bud. Leave the safety, or stay in the brambles. Go to the thing she enjoys, or stay in the comfortability of anger.

    The book won, in the end. Helena crawled her way out of the cranny, and towards the book. And on the wall, the rose bloomed once more.

    1. Lunabear Avatar
      Lunabear

      I enjoyed this story, Writer. The way you play with perception and ambiguity (in regards to if Helena makes the rose into a bud) is really neat. It also seems that her presumed abilities bloom the most when she’s emotional. The idea of her having a safe space is sweet.

      I will admit that I had a difficult time discerning where the moonlight is. Is the rose or the book? Is it her? Regardless, this is a good story. You paint a lovely picture of what it’s like inside her head, and I genuinely would like to know more about Helena.

      Thank you for writing and sharing this one.

    2. jesse fisher Avatar
      jesse fisher

      I love the whole story long metaphor going on here. The whole uses of the flower brings to mind various ways of dealing with my own negativity and those around me. Really love the choice at the end and showing being closed off hurts more then anything else.

      Lovely story.

  9. Glaceon373 Avatar
    Glaceon373

    Moon Tag (Students of the DiamondBridge Academy universe)
    by Carrie (Glaceon373)

    The eldest seven Vladirin children (the triplets were already asleep) stood in the backyard on an oddly-temperate February evening, the sun having just set.

    Sam cleared her throat. “Now, Moon Tag is a very simple game,” she began. “The goal is simple: don’t get tagged. When you’re tagged, you become a tagger. Last one to get tagged wins the round, and is the first tagger of the next round. The space we’ll be playing in—yes, Lily?”

    The eldest of Sam’s younger siblings lowered her hand. “Who will be the first tagger for the first round?”

    “I volunteer. Thanks for asking, I’m sorry I forgot to mention it. Now, we’ll be playing—”

    “Is there a prize?” Luth interrupted.

    “No, Luth, no prize. You can find a treat for yourself if you win, if you care so much.”

    He shrugged.

    Sam disappointedly asked herself, not for the first or last time, why he got to be the tallest out of all of them.

    She cleared her throat again. “Now, our play area is limited for safety reasons.”

    This got a groan out of all six siblings standing in front of her.

    “Guys. C’mon. We’re literally playing outside at night. No one’s going past the fence, and going inside is cheating.”

    Ametrine raised their hand next. “So the trees in the back are fair game?”

    “And Carl’s shed?” Otto and Orith asked at the same time.

    “And—and what if we get on the roof? Is that okay?” Emmettrix whispered.

    Sam laughed. “It’s Moon Tag. Your bounds are the fences, the dirt, and the clouds.” She smiled. “Five, four, three—”

    Her siblings scattered across and above the backyard, strong moonbeams holding them weightless in the cold night air.

    Sam finished her countdown and leapt after them.

    From the kitchen window, Kirith and Thanthalia watched their kids play Sam’s game “Moon Tag” for nearly two hours.

    “They’re figuring out the moonbeam thing quickly,” Thanthalia commented.

    Her husband nodded. “That’s one way to grow their flying skills, alright.”

    “Makes you want to play too, huh?”

    He chuckled. “Only a little.”

    1. Lunabear Avatar
      Lunabear

      Carrie, this is such a sweet, fun story! Also, holy crow, those are a lot of kids!! It’s awesome that they each have their own personalities, though.

      Sam is such a great big sister. She is allowing her siblings’ flying abilities to bloom and strengthen in the moonlight while making a game out of it. That is a great way to teach and interact with kids. I honestly keep forgetting that Sam is a bat, but I love the glimpse into her family life.

      Kirith and Thanthalia are great parents. Them watching their babies have fun while learning left a warm feeling in my chest. It’s great to see them enjoying themselves, too.

      Your stories are so filled with whimsy and sweetness. A perfect touch of lightness. I really should read more of your work. It’s great. I’m so excited to see what share next. Thank you for writing and posting this one.

    2. MasaCur Avatar
      MasaCur

      This is such a sweet story, Carrie. I love reading stories about Sam and the other students at DiamondBridge. This little game to get Sam’s younger siblings to practice their moon walking seems like a lot of fun, and I like how each of her brothers and sisters keep interrupting her with questions. It seems so natural.
      The end with Thantalia and Kirith also seems quite natural. I’m sure they’re having feelings of nostalgia at having played like this when they were the age of their children. Excellent work.

    3. Fog Wall Avatar
      Fog Wall

      This was a fun story, cute amd having Kirith and Thanthalia spectating the game was a good way to close the story out. It brings back good memories of playing tag, so I really couldn’t stop smiling whime reading this one. Excellent writing and well crafted characters. The debate the kids had over the rules felt very kid-like. Thanks for this lovely story.

  10. Lee Strangely Avatar
    Lee Strangely

    Wisps Which We Wish We Wander With
    by Lee Strangely

    Beloc could never sleep without being able to see the forest in front of him. His heart wouldn’t let him. Not without seeing them just once. Every night he watched as, one by one, they all entered the world. He waited for each to appear.

    The thin blue flames of the wisps sparked and sputtered to life. Their lights wandering the forest’s darkest shadows. Some lured, a few would guide, and others would go seemingly nowhere anyone could follow.

    He perked up, though, when the last one came. The sight was a hook to his heartstrings, pulling HARD. His shimmering wings sprouted as he put on his hat, and leapt!

    The flight of a fairy is rivaled only by a pure lightning bolt. Few can perceive one in its entire grandeur. Not even a sliver of a second had to pass.

    Window-grass-air-tree-air-tree-tree-tree-tree-STOP.

    The wisp could do nothing as it was caught in his arms. The two spun around as Beloc slowed himself down.

    “I’m sorry,” he smiled, “I couldn’t resist.”

    Things went quiet.

    Beloc responded, “I know, I know… You don’t like it when I do this, but I want to see you again.”

    After more silence, he continued, “Yes I do see your flame every night…” He then pulled them into a clearing, “but I don’t see you!”

    As they twirled into the moonlight, there now were two. Wisps aren’t usually corporeal… except in full moonlight. Never used to being seen, the wisp tried covering their face.

    Beloc gently brushed their hands away, “Don’t be like that, you look wonderful.”

    “You wouldn’t want this,” the wisp spoke, “You’ll seldom see me as anything other than a light in the distance.”

    “And I’d still give my wings to keep seeing it.”

    “You shouldn’t bet something so important so frivolously,” they faltered, turning away.

    He followed, “but you’re not the one betting it…”

    They smiled as Beloc held their hands.

    To his surprise, the wisp leaned close and kissed him. However, by then, the clouds finally retook the moon. The wisp faded away, their light drifting off back into the dark.

    1. Lunabear Avatar
      Lunabear

      Such a lovely, lively, Lee. It’s also a tale of romantic sadness. The idea of star-crossed lovers is really intriguing. There’s a yearning to want to see them together and have their happily ever after, but fate or other factors have to step in and it usually ends in tragedy. So this story the story resembles a Greek play.

      It never once entered my mind for a fairy and a wisp, of all creatures, to have a romance. I love it when non-human couples are explored. Beloc is definitely the more optimistic of the pair. The wisp is dreading the end of it, already thinking that it won’t work out.

      That title is amazing. Alliteration is one of my favorite aspects of writing.

      One thing I did not catch or mention on the first to read throughs is that the wisp does not speak unless in direct moonlight. That makes sense since they can’t be seen fully without the moon. Really lovely detail.

      I guess I’m a sucker for romance because I really hope this works out for them. In some form or another.

      A wonderfully solemn piece, indeed. The descriptions are also great. I honestly want to see more from this couple. It’s fascinating. I’m excited to see what you post next. Thank you so very much for writing and sharing this.

    2. Laura Nettles Avatar
      Laura Nettles

      Nice take on blooming in moonlight. I was confused at first because I didn’t realize Beloc was a fairy. I thought it was being used as another term for a wisp when describing the movement, and not in relation to the MC I assumed was human since they were going to sleep. I liked the description of “sparked and sputtered” about the wisps coming into the visible spectrum. Would love a description of what a corporeal wisp looks like when the hands are brushed away. The ending with the love interest fading with the moonlight was a nice touch.

  11. Lunabear Avatar
    Lunabear

    What Fruit Does Light and Darkness Bear?
    by Lunabear

    Lady Lunaria rests her back against a pillar constructed of a spiraled quasar, tiny comets, and several frozen meteorites. She sits, floating on a balcony railing of periwinkle and onyx stars. Her dress of shimmering, royal blue lace bows to the light wind. With her luminescent face upturned towards the vast, multicolored cosmos, she wears an expression of forlornness.

    “What troubles you, Radiance?” The crackling voice resounds from nearby.

    “War, dearest Deviance. Besides yourself and Wolfwind, none except two other comrades have responded to my messengers. It worries me.”

    The form of a man steps from within her shadow. “And this, you fear, implies…”

    She sighs, her incandescent eyelashes kissing her pale cheeks for a moment. “Sufficient aid will not reach us in time. Less than seven nights remain, I believe.” Her featureless, fearful gaze seeks out Deviance. “The enemy–”

    His tenor, filled with husky determination and promise, cloaks her. “Will not enter the borders of the Moonlight Realm, Luminescence. You have my word.”

    She embraces his proffered comfort. “And Wolfwind’s, no doubt.”

    A slight, dark chill caresses her arm, lifting the fine hairs. Almost a physical touch but not quite.

    Lady Lunaria’s regard takes in Deviance’s inky figure beside her. The Shroud resembles a silhouette, except for holes indicating eyes and a smile. His coldness holds familiar peace.

    “May I offer a dance to soothe your anxiousness?” He reaches towards the shadow of her hand, bowing in wait.

    “I did not anticipate this.” Hesitancy stills her. A falling meteor careens through her chest. Indecision knits her brow.

    Deviance retains his position.

    “Perhaps a small interlude shall improve my tactical thinking,” Lady Lunaria relents, rising with graceful fluidity. She curtsies, the outline of her hand resting in his.

    Glass and metallic chimes make music from afar, urging the duo’s steps. Phantom touches glide along her shoulders and the small of her back. Shiver after shiver rolls down her spine.

    “Always, the dark clings to the light
    The moon seeks out the night,” Deviance croons, ending the dance. He bows once more, then disappears.

    Perplexity, alongside warmth, blossoms within her center.

    1. WriterOfThought Avatar
      WriterOfThought

      Ooh a present tense piece! I often struggle with such pieces because I honestly don’t have enough practice with it 😂

      I enjoy this dance of moonlight and the blossoming being not physical, but emotional. It’s incredibly effective.

      The whole piece feels very ethereal, and the way the characters carry themselves feels like ancient Chinese gods. I love their dialogues and actions very much.

      Nice work!

      1. Lunabear Avatar
        Lunabear

        Thank you so much! I haven’t visited this world in a while, and I wanted to have fun with it.

        It makes me so happy to know that this is bringing a lot of people some enjoyment.

        I will admit that I used to detest writing in present tense. I couldn’t really ground myself in the moment. But practice and reading stories in present tense as well as getting inside of the characters’ heads help a lot. Just keep practicing if that’s something you want to eventually do. I know you’ll get it.

    2. Lee Strangely Avatar
      Lee Strangely

      I can’t really accurately describe this story with any term other than simply art. The dialogue is flowery poetic. The descriptions are somewhat vague but very (for lack of better terms) colorful in away that that paints a beautiful dreamlike picture. Both of these aspects are good conveying a feeling, which is perfect for an emotion driven story like this. This story overall was really well put together. Fantastic job on this one!

      1. Lunabear Avatar
        Lunabear

        🥺🥺. Thank you so much. I’ve never once before now had one of my stories be called art. It’s…wow.

        It is indescribable to fathom people enjoying my story to this degree. I, at first, thought it was overly descriptive, but I wanted to highlight the natural beauty and ease of this particular duo.

        Just… thank you. Comments like this actually encourage me to continue writing descriptive stories. 💜

    3. Yup, I fully agree with Lee Strangley on this one. This feels like I’m reading an art piece. Your descriptions throughout the entire piece were so poetic and beautiful that I did treat this like art lol. I just enjoyed it on the first read and then truly looked for what was happening the second time around.

      I am genuinely blown away by how rich you were able to make this whole story seem in such few words. And, this might surprise you, but I do love a good story of epically powerful beings with human emotions lol. I especially loved the light and dark opposites of the whole thing.

      But one thing I especially loved on my second read was realizing that Deviance isn’t physically touching Lady Lunaria. That he’s dancing with her shadow and she can feel that which just adds another layer of beauty to everything as it’s an amazing mental image.

      And that’s not even getting to how the prompt itself was used, which fit the poetic nature of the piece as it’s emotion that blooms in the moonlight, quite literally.

      Such a beautiful take on the prompt! I really enjoyed reading this. Thanks for sharing!

      1. Lunabear Avatar
        Lunabear

        Yes! You are, so far, the only one to point out that he is dancing with her shadow and he can’t touch her. Also, I had no idea you enjoyed powerful beings with human emotions. I will have to remember that for future stories. That is also one of my favorite genres.

        Thank you so very much, but also thank Kaylie’s challenge. It allowed me to get into a headspace I haven’t been in in quite a while. It was really fun and cathartic writing this. I honestly didn’t expect people to enjoy this as much as they are.

        I truly cannot thank you enough for taking the time to read, more than once at that, and leaving a review.

  12. Just as The Black Widow Bites, I Feel The Thunder in Heaven Tonight
    By Marx

    Daisy sighed up at the night sky. “I’ll be leaving soon. To kill Alex…”

    Rhea’s lips curled into a frown. “Alex needs to die. I get that. I do. I just…”

    “You didn’t know me before.” Daisy’s gaze turned to her fingers as wisps of magic danced along her pale skin. “I was… a trash human. Then I provoked Alex. He took joy in breaking me. In ripping me apart.”

    As Daisy spoke, the wisps seeped into the soil, causing a large crack to appear. “He tore at me, piece by piece until there was nothing left. He-”

    “Daisy, it’s okay.” In a practiced motion, Rhea held Daisy close, gently petting her hair. “You don’t have to think of-”

    “But I do.” Daisy interrupted, gently breaking the embrace and turning her attention back to the crack. “Because after Alex was done breaking me, he threw me away. Then Will saved me. He showed me kindness. He showed me love. And then we met you and I received more of both.”

    Rhea smiled, her gaze only turning away from Daisy when she noticed a glowing flower bud rising from the crack in the soil, blooming into a beautiful rose.

    Daisy continued, “I was able to grow. Become a better person. You and Will picked me up when I fell apart. But… it didn’t help when Alex came back for me. It… weakened me. And only when I embraced the old me again could I protect you.”

    “Daisy…?” Rhea murmured as she saw the rose darken and the thorns taking over.

    “Love isn’t going to help me kill him. Neither is fear. I hate him. I hate what he did to me. I hate what he made me into. And if I don’t kill that asshole, I’ll sure as hell die trying.”

    Rhea was forced to back away entirely as Daisy burst into a blinding glow, the forces of her magic whipping the air into a frenzy around them.

    The beauty of the rose was visible for just a moment longer before it was buried under countless vines of razor sharp thorns.

    1. Laura Nettles Avatar
      Laura Nettles

      Nice parallel of Daisy and the rose. Able to blossom through adversity but overtaken by thorns/thoughts of ugly revenge. There was a nice back and forth between the two characters, the abrupt interruption adding to the impact of the emotional tirade. The backstory was well woven in the dialogue. Good job!

      1. I’m so glad the imagery worked so well! I was a little worried that this was a little too exposition-y, so I’m very happy you thought the backstory worked with the dialogue. Thank you so much for the review!

    2. Lunabear Avatar
      Lunabear

      This is so great, as always, Marx. Seeing Daisy take charge like is great, but it came at such a horrible cost. From the way Alex broke and twisted her, I don’t blame her for wanting revenge.

      I love the symmetry between her cracking open the soil to allow a rose to blossom, which grows thorns and whips and how Alex treated her. I’m definitely glad she experienced love from Will and Rhea; she deserves it. In the blight of Alex’s toxic moonlight, Daisy blooms thorns and is ready to strike back. I sincerely do hope that she gets a happy ending. She deserves it.

      Your stories never disappoint, and I always look forward to them. I can’t wait to see what you post next. Thank you for writing and sharing this one.

      1. Thank you so such! I’m glad you enjoyed this one. I absolutely put Daisy through the ringer but I loved writing her in a more powerful situation than usual while still acknowledging those weak points.

        I really do have to get more of the wholesome Rhea and Will-centric stories in here as well so you can see how much they do to help with Daisy’s trauma.

        Thanks again for the review!

    3. Fog Wall Avatar
      Fog Wall

      Oooo! Now we’re getting somewhere. This feels lime a solid setup for an upcoming battle scene. I do like how Daisy’s anger erupts into a brilliant display of her magic. I look forward to them finally ridding their world of this eternal asshole. Wonderfully written, Marx. Good work!

      1. And a setup for a big battle it is lol. One I’m very much looking forward to writing when I get the appropriate prompt for it. Thank you so much for the review!

    4. I went through, at least, THREE PAGES of Tale Foundry Prompts looking for another mention of Rhea so I could remember who she is, and the one time I did, she was mentioned in passing, and not me or anybody else asked about her.
      My brain is SCREAMING.

      I really like this story. I can’t tell for sure if what happened to the rose was entirely intentional, or if it started intentionally and then she forgot about it went Super Saiyan.

      I don’t know if the next week’s prompt will allow it, but it’s be great if we got to see her exact her revenge next week… But even if we don’t, I’m sure you’ll get to it eventually, when the proper prompt comes up.

      I love the, rather ominous, comparison? Foreshadowing? What is word? With the rose.

      Another thing that’s great about this story is that while in most cases it would feel like “as you know” statement, here it tells us everything we need to know, and really makes an impression on new readers. … At least I hope it does.

      In a weird way, I feel like Jasmin will be the bigger problem… But I could be very wrong about that. Jasmin could get in her way and then immediately get splattered.

      Anyway. Great Story. Great Scene.

      1. Lmao! To be fair, I’m not often able to use Rhea, so your frustration is totally understandable.

        Basic gist is, Alex thralls Daisy. Alex gets bored and basically gives Daisy to Will. Will and Daisy get to know each other and connect, and that ends up with Will getting a second thrall(or first if you don’t count Daisy as ‘his’ thrall) in Rhea. Which does freak Daisy out at first because she’s been the “not chosen” thrall before, but they all work it out. I am hoping to get some prompts to fill in some of those blanks.

        As for Daisy getting her revenge, worry not, I’ll definitely be doing that as soon as the appropriate prompt allows it lol.

        And yeah, Jasmine is interesting. She hates Alex as much as Daisy does, but she’s still enthralled, and she also hates Daisy so it’s a very complicated situation when it comes down to it.

        Thanks so much for the review!

  13. Laura Nettles Avatar
    Laura Nettles

    Herald of Spring
    Laura Nettles
    286 Words

    “I love you.” The words fell from Hanataba’s lips like dying leaves. “I’ll always watch over you.”

    With a final tender kiss to his sleeping lover’s forehead, Hanataba removed his sleeping yukata. The cotton fabric adorned with an intricate blue pattern slid through his fingers as he folded it reverently, placing next to the shared bed. He looked back once more before stepping through the sliding door onto the wraparound porch. The hint of warmth in the almost spring breeze caressed his skin, causing goosebumps to rise along his exposed flesh. Human flesh he would lose this night.

    Taking a step down onto the cool soil compacted by the foot trails of many generations, Hanataba forwent the wooden geta sandals, allowing the dirt to welcome his bare feet. Call to them. Transform them.

    With each step, his human composition frayed. Bones shifted, elongating, tapering into roots that spread from the balls of his feet, grasping for purchase. He needed to move fast to get into his premeditated position. Skin roughened, deep textures forming. Textures of grooves, knots and spirals he hoped Chiyo would run her fingers over for years to come.

    With each breath, midnight and the start of spring drew near. With one final step in the center of the courtyard, he turned around to face his beloved Chiyo’s room.
    The moon peaked out through parting clouds, bathing Hanataba in cool light. A single command descended, flitting on the moonbeams. “Bloom.”

    Tears watered the bark of Hanataba’s face, conditionally gifted humanity finally stripped. Arms froze into a rigid arraignment, reaching to the sky for mercy. Just one more night with Chiyo.

    Flowers budded.

    Leaves sprouted.

    Chiyo slept on.

    1. Lunabear Avatar
      Lunabear

      Such bittersweet beauty, Laura. I would love to think that as a tree, Hanataba would still protect Chiyo. It’s very clear how much he loves and cares for her and how reluctant he is to leave her.

      It’s a wonderful take on the prompt. Your story reads like poetry, and it’s descriptive, immersive, and so vivid. It feels like I was right there. I do have a question: is the next day his final day before he permanently becomes a tree, or is this a monthly thing? It’s quite interesting.

      What a wonderful debut (I’m assuming as I haven’t seen your writing on any other prompt) Laura! I absolutely am grateful to have you here, and I’m so excited to see what you post next time. Thank you so much for writing and sharing this one.

    2. Fog Wall Avatar
      Fog Wall

      I really like this story! The spin on the prompt is a beautiful take too.

      The way Hanataba transforms as he approaches and turns to become a sentinal for Chiyo… it left me feeling a little heartbroken that he has to become tree…

      It left me wondering how come. Is it a family curse or are they some sort of fairy or ent or spriggen species? I couldn’t help but wonder what causes this transformation to occur.

      Perfect prose.
      Wonderfully paced.

    3. This is such a powerful story. And I think a lot of it is the buildup and the descriptions of that buildup. You start with such a sweet introduction and then you let us know that Hanataba has to leave and some kind of transformation is about to happen.

      And even the buildup of that transformation is beautifully described. It only makes the beginning that much more heartwrenching when you realize he’s leaving but he’ll still always be there to watch over his love.

      It leaves the reader with so many questions, but not in a bad way so much as a contemplative one. Does Chiyo know he’s that tree? Was she the condition that allowed him to be human? Was Hanataba a tree originally?

      But not having the answer to these questions just makes the story all the more intriguing. Amazing take on the prompt! Thanks for sharing.

    4. Partran Avatar
      Partran

      This is a delightfully compact narrative that says so much with so little. I have to applaud the economy of the prose here, you set a lovely scene and story with such few words and that’s a real talent.

      You even hide meaning in the name 花束 “Hanataba” meaning a bunch of flowers or a bouquet, and that’s a delightful little touch. The bittersweet romance of it all is very touching, very evocative.

    5. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      This is an amazing scene!

      I love how well construed it is, and how it carries so much in so few words. You paint a very beautiful, if tragic, story with your sentences. I also think there is something quite thematic in the way you weave descriptions and actions – it reminds me of flowing paintings, with motifs of transformation and intent.

      Very powerful narrative. It all flows very well, and you chose very impactful points where to begin and end the story.

      Thanks a lot for sharing such a beautiful story!

    6. I’m glad so many others are better at leaving reviews than me, because as much as it annoyed me when an old friend would only say, “it was good,” I sure struggle to do better.

      I like how the start gives us a very clear indication that /something/ is happening, even though we have no idea what.

      When mention of leaving humanity behind, a lot of possibilities crossed my mind. All animals though, or at least some sort of creature. A spirit even. I was not expecting tree.

      I’m very curious about the “conditionally gifted humanity”. It sounds like he was a tree in the first place, but I could be wrong about that. If that IS the case though, I wonder why the transformation happened.

      I also feel bad for Chiyo, waking up to a missing husband. Was she at all prepped for this? Will she find a note saying, “Chiyo, about the new tree in the courtyard. It’s me. Pease do not cut it down. Ever. -Hanataba” Will she be left to wonder for the rest of her life?

  14. Fog Wall Avatar
    Fog Wall

    A Garden Above(Elderwood)

    ~Foggy Wall

    The shed was small but fit everything he needed to keep the garden maintained. James stepped out, turned with the door and locked it closed. While it was a public rooftop, no one in the apartments ever came up here.

    The sun had set and our twin moons were large on the horizon. The latest additions to my garden were some beautiful lilacs. It’s said that they only bloom by moonlight, though that won’t be tonight. 

    “Hey, Honey. I thought I’d find you up here. How’s the job hunt?”

    James turned to find his mother sitting on the bench, her chin resting on her arms, folded on the backrest. She smiled at him, with her head laid sideways. 

    “Uh… About that, I think I found a job. The woman who offe-”

    She cut him off with an “Oh!” As she sprung over the bench with one hand on it. Landing quietly, she strolled toward him. “There’s a girl? How long? Who is she? Is she pretty?” 

    A smirk crossed her features as he turned darker shades of red. When his mother got to standing directly in front of him, he looked away. 

    She moved to make eye contact. “Well, whoever she is, she’s got you stumbling. Doesn’t she?”

    “It’s not like that.” James said, stepping around her and heading for the bench. She followed along humming whimsically. “Y’know, mom. This job will require me to move again.”

    His mother took the seat beside him and her smile faultered. “What sort of work will it be?”

    Just then, the sound of an engine came up from the building edge. It was only a moments notice prior to Koelle coming into view on her anti-grav motorbike. She was dressed in a dress with black skin-tight pants, no footwear and a black helmet which hid her face.

    She slowly hovered around the bench and landed in the open space behind them. James’ eyes snapped onto his mothers’ gaze, which radiated a certain ‘Gotcha’ vibe. 

    “So. That’s her, huh?”

    “She’s like a sister, Mom.”

    1. Lunabear Avatar
      Lunabear

      A unique take on the prompt, Fog. I like the hints to the futuristic setting even though it isn’t the focus. I like that the rooftop feels like a safe, peaceful place for James.

      The teasing from his mom is fun, and his responses are sweet. Looks like he’s blooming in the moonlight alongside the flowers.

      Thank you for writing and sharing this.

    2. Awww I frickin love this story. It’s such a fun take on the prompt and I love the back and forth between James and his mom. It’s so much fun, especially her immediately excitement when he mentions a girl and wanting to know everything about her. That’s only layered upon when Koalle has a very badass entrance at the end. Lol I loved the mom’s “Ah, I get why you fell for her,” vibe at such a short interaction.

      That said, the beginning tripped me up and at first I couldn’t figure what it was but it’s because the second paragraph is in first person while the rest is in third. I might have assumed the first paragraph was also in first and just acknowledging James, but it’s James’ garden from the sound of it, so I’m assuming that’s his voice.

      It doesn’t take away from the piece as a whole though. Mostly just a little stumble, especially since the real fun of the piece is after that part.

      Very entertaining take on the prompt! Thanks for sharing!

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