Writing Group: The Monster of Your Stories

I bring grave tidings Ghosts, Ghouls, and Goblins!

Oh you poor, poor fool. You thought you could be the hero, didn’t you? Thought you’d go down in history? Well…

This week’s Writing Group prompt is:

The Monster of Your Stories

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Anyone who knows me well will know I adore this prompt. I love monsters, and the different legends and stories about them, and finding new ways to tell those stories. I’m excited to see what you guys come up with! 

These words could be said in many different ways, in many different contexts. Or they might not be said at all, rather felt within the story, as the main character meets the monster they’ve heard so much about. 

Let’s start there. Perhaps you want to write about the main character hearing about a monster, and going out to fight it. What do they find when they do? Do they find that it is everything they heard? Do they find it is far scarier than the stories? Did they scoff at the stories…only to learn it is everything they said it was? What does that cost them? Or is it the opposite? Did they blindly believe the stories, only to find it isn’t so evil as the stories said? You could easily do something like in How To Train Your Dragon, and have the main character realize that the monster is not everything they’ve been told. 

What happens when the monster is human? Are they an innocent, painted in scarlet? The town pariah who really shouldn’t be treated so poorly? Or are they a true horror, worse than any beast in the dark? The “monster” in the form of a man might march towards the main character, full of power and intimidation, grinning as they ask “Am I everything the stories said?” 

Of course, the “monster” could be something halfway between human and beast, like a werewolf, vampire, or zombie. Perhaps someone is cursed to be a monster of the stories. How do they cope with knowing they are becoming something out of a fantasy book? Or…what if they choose to be the monster from the stories? Like how, in The Case Study of Vanitas, one of the characters hears all the whispers of a beast, and realizes that there is no monster, but everyone’s hate is creating one. So he decides that he will become the monster from the stories in order to protect the person he loves. What happens when someone wants to be the monster everyone tells stories about? Does this make them a villain, or a sacrificial hero?

Some of my favorite stories, however, are about someone realizing, to their horror, they are the monster from the stories.

One of my favorite lines in all of media has to do with this. In Thor (2011), Loki learns that he is a Frost Giant, and is upset his parents never told him. Earlier in the movie we hear Odin tell a story to him and his brother as children about how terrible the Frost Giants are. During the argument with Odin, Loki tearfully says “because I-I’m the monster parents tell their children about at night?” It’s an incredibly powerful line that makes him very easy to sympathize with. It’s amazing to me that that single line was what might have been what initially made myself and other fans fall in love with him, even though he was meant to be a villain. This idea of a character not just learning they are the monster from the stories, but the stories they were afraid of themselves is an incredibly powerful one worth exploring. 

I’ve been rewatching a beloved show of mine, and was reminded of one of my favorite uses of this idea. In the show the characters are looking for a werewolf. Throughout the episode we hear stories of the wolf, and see the massacres it creates. The main character later realizes, at a grave price, that she is the werewolf, and it is a horror for her to learn she is the monster from the stories. I love this idea of a character not knowing what they are, and seeing their reaction when they do. 

The “stories” are a very intriguing aspect of this prompt, partially for this reason. Because stories can be told to the monster themselves, before they even know they are a monster. The monster can hear the rumors said about them, and choose to bask in them, or shrink from them, or else feed them. What qualifies as a “story” has near endless possibilities. Stories can be written, or told. And stories can easily skew information. The thing about this prompt is it gives you the opportunity to explore…just how true are the stories in the first place? And if they’re not accurate, what (or who) created the skew? 

The song “Requiem” in Dear Evan Hansen comes to mind as another use of this prompt. Connor’s family are all mourning in different ways. Connor didn’t treat his sister Zoe too well, so at the climax of the song she sings:  “I will sing no requiem / tonight / ‘Cause when the villains fall, the kingdoms never weep / no one lights a candle to remember / No, no one mourns at all / when they lay them down to sleep / So, don’t tell me that I didn’t have it right / Don’t tell me that it wasn’t black and white / After all you put my through / Don’t say it wasn’t true / That you were not the monster / That I knew” I find this notion to be an interesting use of the prompt, because it’s a “no one mourns the wicked” idea, but the “stories” in this use are the stories she told herself. She believed he was the villain, and at some point stopped seeing the good in her brother, and is now struggling to hear that he was in pain. What happens when the stories come from inside? When we tell ourselves that someone or something is a monster? In some ways, these are the most dangerous stories of all. Sometimes fear makes you start to believe there is a monster, and spin stories for yourself…when there is nothing there. 

Even in our normal lives we have stories of monsters. Maybe someone tells the story of a person who hurt them…only for the one listening to the story to realize…they are that monster. Rumors surrounding a high schooler might make them out to be a monster, when they’re just trying their hardest to get by. A news story might speak of a criminal…when in reality they are innocent. In reality, people are layered. Someone who is a monster to you might be a hero to another. Perhaps you could explore this ideanot just how stories can be skewed, but how different stories paint the same person as different things. 

My technical challenge for you is to write the story in second person. And/or to write it from the monster’s perspective. The prompt is “The Monster From Your Stories.” My challenge is to make the “you” the reader in some way or another. However, second person is notoriously difficult to write well. It is easy to incur resistance from the audience instead of sympathy. Perhaps you can use this to make your monster extra monstrous? Regardless, don’t underestimate how challenging this might be! 

My content challenge for you this week is to write about a monster from stories you yourself have heard. This could be a monster from history—be it a notorious figure, or an urban legend. This could be a fantastical monster like Medusa or Grendel. This could even be your own fears, the stories you’ve told yourself. (Do take care, however, that you don’t break the fanfiction rule!)

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!

You’ve heard the stories, haven’t you, little hero? If you have, you know there’s no defeating me. Not today. Not ever.

—Kaylie 

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142 responses to “Writing Group: The Monster of Your Stories”

  1. Cody Phillips Avatar
    Cody Phillips

    Shadow
    By Cody Phillips

    The door to the house erupted as the cloaked figure stepped through. “Tonight you die, then you will be reborn as you should be.” came the raspy voice out of the eternal void that lay in the folds of the cloak.

    As Eric arrives at the college, he jumps out of the car and runs to the door hoping he’s not late to his meeting with Mr. Golend’s office.

    As I walk into his office Mr. Golend welcomes me, “Ah, Eric, you’re here please, take a seat. Now to address I did like you Eric but then your mark started to show.”

    “What are you talking about?! I don’t have a mark anywhere!” Confused Ecric stares at him not realizing what he has in his hand until he’s too close for Eric to run. A long sword like those the Crusaders used in his hand. In one swift motion, he uses the hilt of the sword to knock Eric unconscious.

    Eric wakes up masked and strapped up to an old torture styler chair. “Uh, what the heck teach why did you knock me out? I don’t even have a mark!” Suffering from a possible concussion and possibly drugged Eric slumps still groggy.
    “Now Eric don’t play dumb you know what we mean. You did have the dream after all didn’t you?” Mr. Golend comments yanking off the mask. “We are the last defenders of this world trying to protect it from your kind. Your kind is demonic, monstrous, evil, we have wiped out many of you but your kind still is a curse to this world.” As the men in robes and armor slowly gather around all with swords at their hips. Then blackness clouds the room from some unknown source the smoke and shadow cover Eric in a dome. “STOP THEM KILL THE BEAST!” Mr. Golend yells as all the men draw their swords

    “Take the sword boy” A raspy voice commands as weight pulls at Eric’s hip. Emerging from the dome Eric’s body is changed now covered in scaly armor and a skeletal system.

  2. Spectrophobia
    By Koryan

    Everyone has irrational fears spiders, dentists, driving, but you, your irrational fear, mirrors, specifically seeing yourself in a mirror in the dark.

    How did you get this fear? Was it playing Bloody Mary as a child and being terrified of any horror stories? Or something else, that you couldn’t quite place. Who’s to say how this fear came about?

    Oh yeah that’s an irrational fear. Due to this irrational fear, you never kept a mirror in your room.

    But nothing could prepare you for what was to come.

    You often heard, whispers, “Come in,” and “follow me,” through the night, but played it off as a dream, or your mind playing tricks on you.

    One night as you turned the lights off in your bathroom and dared look at the mirror and saw your reflection moved. Your stomach dropped, and body breaking out in a cold sweat. Your reflection didn’t move with you it moved on its own.

    You ran out of the bathroom and hid under the covers, it’s just a trick of the light, yeah that’s it, your mind playing silly little tricks, you told yourself over and over until you succumbed to slumber.

    A few nights had passed since the incident, you were never one to have nightmares, but here you are delirious from fitful sleep, endless nightmares, and mirrors plaguing your every waking moment and unconscious one. You became so paranoid that you avoid mirrors at all costs.

    Until you passed a mirror unconsciously, you felt something grab your wrist pulling you away What once was a single step to the next room over now felt like an endless corridor.

    You turned your head as you felt something breathing down your neck, your eyes widen as a dark ashen figure with red eyes and a wicked smile pulled you through the mirror.

    “Let’s play a game,” it breathed.

    It had switched places, tethering you to the mirror world, and it on the other side. You saw your world fade as your ‘reflection’ walked.

    The world around you became an empty void filled with horrified shrieks.

  3. The battle beast
    By Reidrev

    There were four of them. All armed with swords, all wearing armour, all climbing up the narrow stairs of the tower where the princess was detained before her exile. They bribed the guard to enter, didn’t need to spend a lot, he was on their side and King Morgan would be too, once they were done. He had to be. They were doing the right thing.

    All of them knew the stories about this monster of the battlefield. Most of them knew they would die today. But life’s a small price to pay for peace. They tried to be sneaky, they wouldn’t have a chance if they weren’t. When they kicked down the door, however, the Alea Ylsure was ready.

    She grabbed the head of their leader, Gwendolyn, and threw her effortlessly against the barred window. Before anyone could react, she rushed and pummeled her face, the sounds of bone cracking were followed, in an instant, by the sound of flesh. Three to go.

    Taking Gwendolyn’s sword, the rose pommeled one, the beast welcomed her next opponent. The already shaking Maddie and Sylvain. They weren’t good fighters, Maddie had her skull cracked open by a terrifyingly strong swing of the sword, that broke on impact. Two remaining.

    Sylvain managed to swing his sword only for it to be blocked by the remaining handle of Alea’s weapon. That’s when Gustav threw his net, the others laughed at him for bringing it, he didn’t care, Gustav was cool like that, they loved him.

    The net ensnared her legs but Sylvain didn’t react. He was too shocked to see his fiancee’s head like that. Tearing the net apart Alea lunged again, she snapped Sylvain’s neck way too easily. One remaining.

    Gustav, rage and tears filling his eyes rushed at her. Alea allowed his blade to graze her cheek, she took hold of his wrist. She turned around and swung him. She took his blade, stabbed him with it and then moved to the unconscious leader and, just to be sure, she cut her head off.

    1. The Missing Link Avatar
      The Missing Link

      There’s a lot of backstory to imagine here. In and of itself, it’s a pretty simple fight scene, but you do get the sense of why Alea was locked in there. The bigger questions this brings though are how she was locked in there and why they would exile her to let that threat out into the world. I would be interested to see more of the backstory play out.

  4. Made in His Image

    By Vin

    The first coherent thought you have upon waking consciousness is that having a body hurts.

    There is a bespectacled man standing in front of you, holding a scalpel in grey-gloved hands. “I’ve done it,” the man breathes in awe. “I have done what they said I could never do. You sit upon this table–alive!” His last word rises into a cry of triumph as the scalpel clatters onto the table.

    Your limbs scream as you move. You feel hot, bordering on feverish. There is something in your veins, burning and gushing and pulsing, and for a horrible, dizzying instant, you feel as if you are going to pop. As you stagger upright, the man moves away from you and you are suddenly aware of how small he is next to you.

    Moving into the light allows the man to see you fully for the first time. His features, which had been proud and sharp, devolved into a puddle of disgust.

    “No. No this isn’t right. This is all wrong. What–what are you?” There is grief and something like shame in his eyes as he beholds you. “You were supposed to be a thing of beauty. Not like this.”

    You follow his gaze down onto your arms and see yellowed, cracked skin stretched thin as gossamer over blue and black and purple veins that bloom from underneath like a river of bruises. Idly, you trace your fingers over them, following their intricate twists and turns. You don’t understand. They’re beautiful.

    A scrape of metal draws your attention back to the man. He’s picked up the scalpel again. His eyes, which had looked upon you with such pride mere moments before have now narrowed into hateful slits. “You’re a monster. You should never have existed. I could never have created such an ugly thing.”

    His hands are clenched tight around the scalpel, the veins in his arms jutting from his trembling arm. His blood pulses jaggedly in the same shade of blue, black, and purple veins beneath his skin.

    Later, on your hands, his blood is dark cherry red.

    1. This makes me think of placing the reader into the body and made of Frankenateins monster. I’ve only ever seen the story told through tv shows haven’t read it myself but that’s the vibe I’m getting and I’m loving it! I would love to see more ‘childish’/alienish thoughts. The language you use is easy for the readers to pick up on the social cues from the doctor, but if you decide ti work more outside the constraints that is the word count for these prompts playing around with those child and alien like thoughts would be fun and interesting to see. Some examples that come to mind are Martian poetry and the Anime/Manga To Your Eternity where the main character once he takes on a human form he doesn’t know how human bodies work and he can’t even speak he acts as a child or the creature he took on before which is a dog. The show is sad but so interesting to explore and trying not to give too much away about it.

  5. What Makes A Monster?
    by Lunabear (A Song for: Kit) [CW: Suicidal thoughts, violence, attempted murder]

    Kit surveyed the manor’s grounds from her bedroom’s balcony. The marble fountain below burbled without interruption. The few scattered trees waved their branches, almost like a greeting. The full moon dazzled the world with its unfiltered light.

    The object of her gaze, however, was the stone surrounding the fountain. How smooth and blemish free it was. She wondered what it would look like with the imprint of her–

    Her lids squeezed shut against the thought. She tightened her hands around the metal railing. Traveling down that mental avenue would lead to another spiral.

    “But,” Kit mused aloud, “what if I could jump and simply float? Just for a little while?”

    Her Maker’s menacing tone caressed her inner ear. “And how long would THAT existence appeal to you before you grew bored of it?”

    Her entire body tensed, but she didn’t open her eyes. “I’m not sure, but I think any life away from YOU is one worth living.”

    “Really now?” He chuckled. “You wish to be free of me that badly, Nikita? To the point that ending yourself would be preferable?”

    Her jaw clenched, the ends of her fangs bending against her bottom teeth. Lifting tear-filled eyes, she wasn’t even surprised to see him floating in the air in front of the balcony. “Yes!” It was a choked whisper. “I’ve done horrible things, hurt people, KIL-KILLED them! Because of you! You made a monster out of me!”

    He touched down next to her without a sound. He stroked her hair like a caring parent would. “Oh, no, dear, sweet child. You made a monster of yourself; all I did was guide you.”

    She attempted to move out of his grasp, but her head snapped back so hard that she couldn’t scream.

    His crimson gaze burned into hers. “But if you wish so much to leave, then by all means.” With inhuman strength, he pried her from the balcony bar and threw her over.

    Soundless, she plummeted towards blackness.

    Startled awake, she bolted upright in bed. Nightmares were rare. Noticing the sunset, she stifled her cry at the open balcony door.

    1. The Missing Link Avatar
      The Missing Link

      A lot of vampire stories leave out the domestic abuse element of the vampire turning a person. This is really sad, the grip he has on her, the guilting, the gaslighting. You really get into her headspace. I do hope she’s able to escape him at some point in the future, though that horizon probably isn’t something she can see yet.

  6. Sniperaxiom Avatar
    Sniperaxiom

    Muse

    By Sniperaxiom

    Stories can become mangled and disfigured during their long trip by word of mouth before they are recorded on paper. This is a danger faced by tales even when they are not forced to endure a storyteller’s personal agenda.

    My story is one that has been dragged through both intentional and unintentional factual dismemberment. I have become a legend that has been twisted and adapted to suit many messages, times, and cultures.

    To really understand who I am, imagine yourself as I am. A being from a society completely built up of creatives. From a world where whimsey and terrible beauty are mundane.

    Imagine you find yourself in a world where these things still hold their value, where your works would be met with wonder just as you dreamed.

    This world is home to a species that values creativity, rejoicing at their small achievements. Though you might feel almost offended that they fancy themselves creatives with their feeble works, certain individuals, through their endearing earnestness, alleviate your initial wrath and awaken admiration.

    Their unrefined potential fascinates you, and you begin to seek out worthy recipients to receive your inspiration.

    This was the situation I found myself in. I now admire the humanity in which you belong. Your unrefined potential fascinates me.

    In my time working almost completely unseen amongst you, I have passed on through many artists. I found that my services could be- addictive. Though my enlightenment sometimes results in a mental or physical toll on my partner, they seem to be unable to reject me, and so, I do not reject them.

    I am fully aware when my partner begins to wither away. I dry to avoid this nastiness but artists tend to be secluded and do not often have family or friends for me to siphon.

    I know my partners would agree that bringing beauty into their world is worth the prices that must be paid.

    To explore how much more I can create working outside of the shadows, I reveal myself to you, that you may meet the monster behind your stories.

    1. I love this! I know in Greek mythology the muses are already personified, but i also like your take on the Muses give how we see muses today is definitely seen as a intangible thing to spark our passions. I had to look it up but there are 9 muses which I didn’t know until now. But your versions seems to encompasses human inspirations into one being becoming personified by the people and not through Greek Gods I love it I do t have much criticism or feedback other than you are focusing mainly on literature and arts which is fine that’s the first thing I think of and most people think of when it comes to the muses I would love to see more of this world and explore more in depth how the speaker who seems to hate it’s existence or human existence how did they come to love it instead what little moments what seeds are planted for the speaker to change their mind.

  7. MasaCur Avatar
    MasaCur

    History is Written by the Wealthy (Genre Break Universe)
    By MasaCur

    “What’s your read on this Dracul fellow, Simon?” Konstantin Garumov asked in Russian. The train was stopped at the Belgrade station, on the way to Transylvania.

    Simon Merryweather shook his head. “Dracul is an idiot. I mean, blindingly stupid. No vampire has been this easy to track. The only person more moronic than him is…”

    The door opened. Van Helsing and Bram Stoker entered.. “Hello, my friends! Dr. Garumov! Lord Merryweather!” the Dutch occultist announced.

    Merryweather indicated Van Helsing, as if to finish his sentence. “Good day, Van Helsing, Stoker. Is there new information?”

    “My family has come through!” Van Helsing announced. “They have sent me the family sabre!” He held out the sheathed sword in front of him, and tried to pull it loose.

    Merryweather ducked as the sword came free before it could slice into his head. His top hat was not so fortunate.

    “You idiot! You could have killed me!” Merryweather cried out. He looked at his mutilated hat. “This cost me ten pounds!

    ——————–

    Dracul lunged toward Konstantin. The burly Russian doctor thrust his sword deftly into the vampire’s mouth, catching him by surprise, and halting his attack.

    “Hold on, I’ll remove his head!” Van Helsing swung his sabre toward Dracul’s neck, but hit the blade emerging from the back of Dracul’s head, pulling the sword from Konstantin’s hand.

    “Whose side are you on?” Konstantin yelled.

    Simon cut down the drapes. “Force him into the light! We can kill him that way!”

    ——————–

    There was a knock at Bram Stoker’s office door.

    “Come in!”

    Van Helsing entered. “Mr. Stoker, my friend! How is your manuscript selling?”

    Stoker shook his head. “It isn’t. Merryweather paid for the commission, but no one at the London Times believes it actually happened. And the writing is too dry to market as fiction. I was thinking of adapting it to the theatre, but currently Henry’s sceptical that an audience would connect with it.”

    “You could rewrite it as fiction. Change the character names. Make it so I was the hero?”

    “Why would I do that?”

    Van Helsing grinned. “I can pay you.”

  8. The Forest For The Trees (Chronicles of The Dragon: Kat)
    By Makokam

    Kat stumbled and fell against the sharp stones. She failed to completely stifle the cry of pain as they gashed her shoulder open.

    Her Mother turned and snatched her up, shushing her as she carried her away. Hurrying through the darkness, lit only by the dim glow of souls, they found a decently sized nook a good distance away from where Kat fell. She rocked the girl slowly and stroked her hair. “Don’t worry. You’ll be fine. It hurts, but it will heal. Sooner or later. We have to be strong Katarin. We need to be to escape this place. To get revenge on the monsters that banished us here. And we will get out. I don’t know how long it will take, but there is a way to open a portal out of here and back to earth. We just have to find it. And then they’ll die. At your hand. And the world will be a better place once we rid them of it.”

    * * *

    Charles sat stroking his wife’s hair, as she rested her head on his lap. It wasn’t often that she talked about her childhood, but when she would start unprompted, he knew it was best to simply listen and provide what comfort he could. She talked about how happy she was when they escaped, and how excited she’d been to take revenge on the people responsible for her living torment, and how, at the last moment, her “mother” revealed that the “monsters” were her true parents.

    “And when she told me to kill her, I…just acted. And then he came in and he caught her as she fell. She said something to him before she died, and then he looked at me, and then at mom, and…I’d never seen anything so fast. Or felt so terrible. He killed her right in front of me. All I could do was run.

    “I don’t understand how someone like that could freely walk the earth, when people like me were left to suffer.”

    Charles couldn’t help thinking she was focused on the wrong monster.

    1. Tamela Redfin Avatar
      Tamela Redfin

      Well if that ending isn’t ominous But great piece. Too often we focus on the wrong monster. But is this implying he is the real one?

    2. I must be thick because I can’t work out who Charles reckons is the wrong monster. If Katarin was glad to be free of her gene donors [if abusive, then not real parents] then her adopted “mother” was right to take her away.

      …it took me a second read-through to cotton on to the fact that ‘mom’ is the mother who stole Katarin away. So I am perfectly amenable to the idea that I’m thick.

  9. The Missing Link Avatar
    The Missing Link

    Seeing Red
    By: The Missing Link

    I see red, the world a dull throbbing crimson. Rusted rebar juts from what used to be a family house, stained in three shades of red. Where am I? Right… the residential district. Damn my head hurts.

    As my thoughts return, unconscious tears clear my vision, and the noise conquers my senses. Through the ringing, a siren sputters out in the distance.

    I numbly walk towards it, dragging my legs through rubble towards the top of the hill I had my first date on. Once upon a time, there was one of those slides you burn your legs on in the summer and a swing set that squeaked just too much. All that remains today is a view that brings everything flooding back. My childhood, the draft, the flash, and the giant cloud erupting from where city hall used to be.

    I start to let my rifle slip when I hear a cough. I spin to find one of them, crouched over a child.

    “Don’t move!” I shout, rifle leveled. I will not let him hurt her. I know the stories. I know what they do to prisoners, to children.

    He stiffens. Bloody hands drift slowly to his head. He speaks in his strange tongue, the only familiar word, “Help.”

    “No help is coming for you.”

    He shakes his head, gesturing.

    A trick, surely. The child coughs again, and blood stains her lips. My attention slips from the man to see an improvised bandage blooming red on her chest. I look towards the horizon where the hospital is… was.

    Against my better judgement, I sat down. The fatigue hit all at once, and I rummage through my bag with my remaining energy. It’s still there.

    The invader stares at me as I inject the girl with the painkiller. He hums softly as the girl drifts off to sleep, passing her last moments without pain.

    Neither of us speak. Even if we wanted to, words wouldn’t come. We know what the other is thinking. “This is the monster I was trained to kill.”

    1. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      I like this one a lot, Lee.

      I specially like how the bleakness here is not just window-dressing, but it really helps in establishing the story. This reminds me a lot of those stories of soldiers of opposing armies finding each other in no-man’s-land and recognizing them for the scared and scarred children they really are, sent to die for others interests.

      I think you make a lot of good choices to make the story work as well as it works. First, the tone is quite introspective, so even if we follow the path of destruction, we are in the mind of the narrator. Second, we know how his perspective on the conflict colors the way he first sees that meeting – we are told what to expect, and we are told to be wary of a trick when our expectation (of the narrator and ourselves) is questioned.

      And the last moments of realization being just action with no further words exchanged is great. Making the parallelism obvious – both of them are thinking on how they were trained to see the other as monstrous, and here they are, both of them having done their best to give comfort for a dying girl in her final moments, and now having to deal with that encounter – that’s an amazing way of ending it.

      Thanks a lot for sharing it!

  10. By: Hastaw

    One day, the grass changed. It became like seaweed, swaying long and thick in the breeze.

    One night, a great wave grew. Though, where the source was, no one knew.

    It looked beautiful at first, still like a painted picture and graceful in its movements. Fish red and blue were swimming without a care. The only problem for them when they hit air.

    The tidal force grew into a frozen tsunami, never once changing its state of matter. A rather dire state.

    Once, the rushing water soared over our town; it has drowned all our resources now.

    Wet and hungry, the town travels. The wave is ever hungry still.

    We stop and try to find an end or beginning to the wave; it never stopped or started.

    The wave was hundreds of people tall, and thousands strong. It sluggishly approaches us without a sound.

    It moves so slowly you think it never moves at all. We began to think of it like a giant wall. The town stagnated, and that was our downfall. To rest and not be wary, that was our call.

    We tried to warn the other towns. They all thought we were crazy. We tried to warn them. We kept trying until there was nowhere else to go. They all sunk. It was quite the show.

    We couldn’t be in more of a dire strait than we are now. We were moving slower than tar.

    But complacency, was the greatest monster to us by far.

  11. Humpty Dumpty
    By Basil Lemme

    My friend Humpty sat on my Wall,
    My friend Humpty had a great fall,
    All the kings horseman and all the kings men,
    Couldn’t put our hearts together again.

    Dearest Humpty,

    I’m sorry. Two words that have held so much weight, that releasing them has proved to be a relief- despite the bricks on my back. I am bricks after all, so my strength is engrained in my lack of veins as my sentience is cemented in my cement. But flowery language can’t salvage what we had. Those long days when the tireless sun would beat ruthlessly down on my skin, searing the red to a ghastly shade of brown- the only thing that got me through it is the thought of our time together. Those summer nights when you would sit atop me after your long days of work for the king. But you are but flesh and blood, I should have known I’d need to be more gentle for you to tolerate my rough exterior. But I was selfish, I couldn’t get over my pride. That day you climbed me I convinced myself it was your misplaced foot and not my chipping bricks that caused that fall- but I’m starting to second guess it. I wish you were here, you didn’t deserve that. I should be the one broken and reassembled, but you are human- and you will never forgive me for what I did. And I will never forgive myself. I’m sorry my imperfections led to your downfall. I wasn’t smooth enough, I wasn’t structured enough, I’m a mess and I need you to fix me. Please Humpty, I’m sorry, I know I am the monster in your story, but I want to be your refuge again. If you’d just let me.

    Sincerely,
    The Brick Wall

  12. Reinkarnitor Avatar
    Reinkarnitor

    I know you know better

    by Reinkarnitor

    “It’s over! You can not win! Not against me!” Fiona said with a wide grin, her sharp fangs lighting up in the light of the lanterns.

    John stood in front of her and was breathing heavily.

    “As if I’d ever give up! I rather die than submit to a monster like you!” he claimed.

    Fiona laughed hysterically and then jumped forward, pinning him to the ground. She opened her mouth wide and then with a wild smile brought her fangs down on his neck. John screamed in pain and red liquid dropped on the street.

    And then…Fiona stood up and spit it out again.

    “Puah! Tomato Joice is really disgusting!” she complained. “We have to find something that tastes at least a bit better.”

    John stood up again. “It’s not like you can swallow it anyway” he teased her, which lead to her giving him a gentle punch on the shoulder.

    He chuckled and rubbed his arm.

    “Not the point. I can still taste it, you know?”

    “Yeah I know. Say, was my last scream too much? I tried to put a bit of terror into it…”

    “Sounded fine for me…but you know that a normal vampire attack would not lead to a single sound of the victim, right?” she berated him. “We like to…well…be more subtle about it.” Her red eyes lit up as she said that.

    “Sure, sure. But the theatre play I agreed to help writing has to have some more…uh…pep…like what humans imagine a vampire being like.”

    “Calling me boring now?” she teased him with a sly grin, and he laughed. “Nah, I get it. A monster, huh?”

    At that John went silent.

    “Fiona…I…I am so sorry.”

    “Don’t be. It’s just a play. I know you would never think like that about me.” She stepped forward and gave him a small kiss on the cheek.

    “Yeah…” he answered, having calmed down a bit again.

    “Although…I have to admit I wanted to bite you for real there” she added with a giggle.

    “You…agh…stop teasing me like that!”

    She laughed heartfully, as did he.

    1. I love that this is a complete subversion of the stereotypical vampire thing. And they’re both rehearsing a play, practicing special effects, AND messing around.

      It’s so cute, but I do have to wonder… is the street mentioned in the narrative an imaginary one or are they rehearsing in the open? If in the open… accidental spectators could be a complication.

      1. Reinkarnitor Avatar
        Reinkarnitor

        Thanks for the nice comment ^^

        When I was writing this, I imagined them doing it on one of their nightly strolls, maybe in a park where nobody is anymore at that time.
        You are right though, if anyone saw them, that would probably be weird xD

  13. Bystander. A Story from the Chronicles of the Dragon by Makokam Productions. Written by Alex Nightingale.

    Fire and ash was all he could see. Unable to find balance, he crawled on his stomach over the harsh, unforgiving floor; glass dug into his palms, jagged pieces of stone tore his shirt open. Yet he kept crawling.

    At least the screaming had stopped. He opened his mouth, tried to scream and received a mouthful of ash. Concrete scraped above him. He was sure he’d soon be crushed; crushed beneath the boot of bad luck and the dragon above.

    A beam of light hit his face, slicing through the ash. The fires around him flickered and bent, making room for him. He looked up, blinking in the bright light. A silhouette stood before him, a hand extended.

    “Just a few meters,” a female voice called. “You can do it.”

    He crawled, hope flooding his heart. He had a way out, he could make it.

    It was pure agony, forcing his torn body over the torrent of rubble, before a hand grabbed him and pulled him out. He saw his saviour properly now. She was short, dressed in a black leather jacket and khaki cargo pants. Her hair was short and spiked, giving her a punk aesthetic; light brown, with red accents held within. She held a hand raised, blocks of stone and concrete hovering in the direction of her outstretched palm.

    She dropped the hand and the blocks fell with it.

    “You’re…”

    “Yes. And no, I’m not with the big leagues. You can call me Charlotte. What’s your name?”

    “I-I’m Jack.”

    “Pleasure to meet you,” she lifted him up by the arm. “Come on, I’ll get you to safety. Away from the dragon.”

    The screams were back. Fire burned in the skies and skeletons of skyscrapers clung to life.

    “Is it really him?”

    “Unfortunately, yes.”

    “Why…” Jack coughed.

    “Am I not fighting the big bad?” Charlotte finished, bitterness stinging in her voice. “Someone has to help those caught in the crossfire. Come on, I’ve built a safe zone not too far from here.”

    Jack let Charlotte haul him away from this warzone, as the dragon above scorched the earth around.

  14. Strong Berry Avatar
    Strong Berry

    Of Lies and of Plagues
    By Strong Berry

    Hush now, little one. I have a story for you. The story of our people, of plagues and of lies.

    It started many generations ago. Before our clan was nomadic, we lived with the people of the north, the Cevenrees, in tiny wooden villages next to theirs’. As you know, both our peoples worship the same god, but, as you know from your brother and sister, even sibilings fight sometimes. They thought that we should worship God the same way they did, with their scripture and their prayers. We continued to worship our way, which sometimes led to fights, but those weren’t much, and it was better than being in the wild, so we stayed.

    One day, a plague broke out there. An invisible deadly poison that drifted through the air from mouth to mouth. Though we got sick and suffered and died just the same as them, soon, our ancestors started to hear a lie. First, whispers, then accusaions, and lastly angry yells. They said that we were the ones who brought this plague, that we were the worshippers of the devil, that we wanted to kill the ‘true’ believes. It’s all lies, of course, but to the sick Ceverenees, it didn’t matter. The words turned to, eventually, burning down our wooden huts, taking all of our valubles, and kicking us out to the harsh wilderness.

    Do you think kicking us out eased their suffering? Of course it didn’t. But their words spread out, that our little clan was responsible for, not just plagues, but for all disasters and that we wanted to kill every other people. Now we move from place to place, hoping for each one to be the last stop in this journey. But every time, and every land, as soon as a disaster hits, the lies show their ugly heads, and we either flee ourselves, or are chased out.

    From this tale, little one, I want you to learn: A lie is like a plague, so do not tell lies and do not spread them, or else… you might just poison someones’ name.

    1. Strong Berry Avatar
      Strong Berry

      Note: there are some mistakes in this version that I, for some reason, can’t fix

    2. Shinigamma Avatar
      Shinigamma

      First of all, it’s spelt ‘plague’, not ‘plauge’ – not sure if it was one of the mistakes you couldn’t fix, but I feel that as an important word in this story, you have to really check that it’s spelt right.

      Aside from that, I really like how the monsters in this piece are just ordinary people, whether they are the victims of false accusations of devil worship, or the accusers themselves. It’s a depressingly familiar story in the history of humanity.

      The fact that it’s told like a bedtime story adds to the weight of the piece – it’s happened for so long that now even the parent’s must warn their children of the dangers of lies.

      Well done!

    3. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      I like the way this narrative is structured, and the overall message of it. It being told as recounting the story of the nomadic tribe, as a moral lesson, and as a warning for the child is great. You end up having the weight of the traditions of both bedtime stories and cautionary tales, as well as the tales that make one who they are – for themselves, and also for others. In this particular case, a people who have to keep on the move due to how they are viewed by others, and the monsters in the story of said others.

      And, in the end, the stories that were told about them and painted them as the monster are the real monster. A plague, as you put it. Nice choice.

      And I can see what it parallels in our own history, and how that message still needs to be told today. After all, we still zero in the same scapegoats time and time again.

      Great tale and a great message. Thanks for sharing!

  15. WriterOfThought Avatar
    WriterOfThought

    Pleasant Dreams (Not for Stream)
    WriterOfThought

    The Moon bore witness to the young dreamer. Her true self lay hidden, even in sleep, and the Moon knew just who to send to provide hope. He, too, had experience in hiding his natural form.

    And so, in the void, they stood face-to-face. Her cap and jacket hid just as much truth as his enchanted cloak. But the Moon knew best that honesty is the only policy that darkness allows.

    Berri wanted to curl into a ball, letting her hat and jacket hide what she used to pray was never there. The man that stood across from her, though, didn’t move. He watched her try to hide, but there are very few things a con artist like him couldn’t see.

    She tried to say something, but the void ate her voice. She nearly began to panic, grabbing her throat, but the man began to speak, his homely voice evoking a sense of trust.

    “It’s alright, love,” he said. He had a fatherly air, the kind of father who could ward off nightmares. Berri listened.

    “You’re in a dream,” he explained. “Right now, it’s the only way you could ever see me.” Berri looked at him in confusion. Of course this was a dream, but that didn’t make her any more trusting.

    He looked at his hands, and a thought struck him.

    “Let me show you that you can trust me.” He removed his cloak, and in a matter of seconds, a monster stood before her. Where once stood a lanky redhead now stood what her mind only understood as an ogre. Green skin, under fangs, yellowed eyes, something out of a video game or a movie.

    But his voice stayed the same.

    “Well, I showed you mine. You can show me yours.”

    She thought about it for a moment. True, she was also hiding, but just because they were both hiding didn’t mean she should trust him. It just meant they were honest about lying.

    Still, if it was only a dream…

    Berri took off the hat and untied the jacket. Her ears and tail nervously peeked their way into the open air.

    “It’s like the moments after taking off a mask. You forget you don’t have to play a role.”

    Berri stretched, and noticed she heard her own yawn.

    “Ah,” the ogre said. “Now your voice is done hiding, too!”

    All Berri could do was laugh until the rising sun took her back into reality. At least for a few moments she could be herself.

  16. Arith_Winterfell Avatar
    Arith_Winterfell

    “Through a Glass, Darkly” (A Shadows of the Stellar Age/Chronicles of the Dragon Crossover)

    By: Arith_Winterfell

    Berri found herself in the dark, surrounded by the hum of machinery. The lights came on abruptly. She could see the machinery now. It looked advanced. Very advanced. Sleek metal on steel deck plates like something out of a sci-fi movie. And standing next to the light sensor on the other side of the room was a brown bear. As the bear approached Berri realized it looked to be a man with a bear’s head wearing a jumpsuit.

    “Eh, what are you doing down here?” the bear asked in a gravelly human voice.

    Another therianthrope, Berri thought. The bear-man seemed to gauge her expression, then the figure just put up it’s all too human, if furred, hands.

    “I’m not down here looking for a fight,” the bear man said, “you’re not in any danger from me.”

    “I’d think kidnapers would be more . . . threatening,” Berri said.

    “I didn’t kidnap you. And I’m Terry. Who are you?”

    “I’m Berri. So, are you a prisoner of this gang too?”

    “Gang? Love, I’m just the custodian here at Dynocorp Labs. I’m sure as hell not gonna standby if Dynocorp is gonna start experimenting on us gene-modded folks. Especially since they don’t pay me much since the Purity Riots last year.”

    “Gene-modded? Purity Riots? What are you talking about?”

    Terry looked genuinely concerned, “Love, they do something to your head? The Baseliners, un-modded people, rioted last year saying we were taking their jobs. Heh. Not like we are going around with guns demanding their jobs or something. You think they’d remember it’s folk like us who were made that way to colonize Mars all those years ago. Instead, all they can seem to do is curse us as animals nowadays.”

    “Mars? Wait, where are we?!”

    Terry looked away for a moment, saying, “Dynocorp Labs, Elmyr Space Station. The Corolis Star System. Why?”

    But when Terry turned back to look at Berri, she had already vanished.

    1. Reinkarnitor Avatar
      Reinkarnitor

      Amazing Crossover. Makes me think about what would happen if he ever visited her world.

      It is very funny how the same sort of creatures exist in so different worlds, but with such different ways of living and existing.

      The way you made the prompt work, with the subtle hints (or moreso detailed explanations) about the political way the “beast people” as I will just call them now, are seen is brilliant. You take the prompt to something far more than simply “Monster in a Cave” but mankinds fear of the unknown…or better to say: Something different.

      This has MANY real life examples, and I find it especially fitting that I am reading this exactly on the anniversary of Martin Luther Kings famous speech. “I have a dream”.

      One teeny tiny error I found: “Kidnappers” is spelled with two p I think…but maybe it is different from region to region…or from world to world even, to get back to the whole premise of the prompt.

      A refreshing crossover, I liked it very much ^^

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

    The Dog Days Are Just Starting (For Makokam’s The Chronicles of the Dragon: Berri)
    By i-prefer-the-term-antihero (Kaylie)

    The little girl held her parent’s hands, glancing around the coffee shop. Her mother stopped her conversation with her father to mutter, “Oh no.”

    The little girl blinked up to see her scrunched face.

    “It’s one of THEM,” her mother said under her breath.

    The girl followed her mother’s eyes to the woman sitting at the table. Well…not quite a woman. She had ears on the top of her head, spotted, floppy. Like a dog. They reminded her of that border collie she saw at the park the other day.

    “One of those animal people,” disdain lined the murmur.

    They moved forward in line and the little girl saw that the dog-lady had a tail too. As she worked on her laptop it would wag periodically, then go still. She must feel excited about what she was working on.

    “Don’t stare, Honey. It’s rude.” Her father turned her head so she faced forward. “Did you hear about that story in the news recently?” He muttered to her mom.

    “I did.” Her mother tutted. “I’m not surprised.” She shook her head. “They’re not right. It’s only so long before they all go feral. They don’t belong in civilized society.”

    As they reached the front of the line, the little girl spared a glance; the collie girl’s ears drooped.

    She must’ve heard them.

    ******

    The teenage girl fell onto the wet lawn, the rain whispering in hushed tones into her sensitive ears, her t-shirt soaking through, her fur sticking wet to her skin, her tail tucking in close to her.

    It smelled like wet cat.

    The door shut. The sound was soft, but cut through the rain’s chatter.

    Her heart thrashed, and breath shortened. It took her a moment to find her voice at all. When she did, screams sputtered out, “MOM! DAD!” and she half-ran, half-crawled to the door.

    She fell into the wood, pressing her hands against it. They turned to fists, slamming painfully against the door. “PLEASE LET ME IN!” She didn’t know how long she spent shouting before the rain mixed with her sobs, “Mom…Dad…Please…It’s still me.”

    1. Reinkarnitor Avatar
      Reinkarnitor

      So…I sadly do not know what it takes to become an animal person…I have not read that much about the story so far, so I am missing some info there.

      But what I am assuming is that the girl was inspired by the dog girl shesaw that day and wanted to become one herself. I believe that it is a willing choice…after reading Ariths prompt, I assume people can decide that they want to be turned into it.

      The end of the prompt takes “It’s not just a phase mom” to a whole new fricking level.

      And once again it highlights very well the disability of many people to udnerstand others simply because of a difference. Skin color, gender roles…and here it is animal fur etc.

      A good take on the prompt, and a very deep meaning behind it, which can easily be reflected on our own world.

      Well done!

    2. This is so perfectly sad. I think part of it is the cold silence in which she’s thrown out. And of course the rain.

      The first part was extra interesting. I loved the casual introduction of the collie-lady, and Berri’s interest in her. Your descriptions of here were excellent. I especially liked the touch of her tail wagging occasionally. It was a great introduction to why the ending scene happened, as well as a contrast to it.

  18. Oh? You’re Approaching Me? (Corrupted Desire x Chronicles of the Dragon)
    By Marx

    Normally, I rather enjoy the screams of my victims. But considering my intended target is currently escaping, her fading shrieks are nothing more than a taunt.

    The being who stands before me tosses his cigarette to the side as a threatening crimson glow burns in his eyes. I can immediately tell that he didn’t merely save that woman out of the goodness in his heart.

    He was hunting.

    I personally avoid fighting unless I have to. I prefer battles of wits. It’s much more fun to break down someone’s mind than their body. But as he approaches me, it’s clear that this won’t be a conversation.

    Either I fight or I flee.

    I’ve heard rumors of this… Jonathan. I have no idea where he came from but he’s made quite the reputation for himself, especially amongst the demons.

    He might be useful to me later, but for now he needs to learn his place like any other rabid dog.

    I have tortured thousands.

    I have killed hundreds of thousands.

    After that whole archangel business, even Heaven doesn’t fuck with me.

    I am nobody’s prey.

    I gather my dark magic into a small but explosive orb of pure energy. It shouldn’t kill him. But it will cripple him.

    It will… humble him.

    And if it does kill him, he’s useless to me anyway.

    He knows what I’m doing and still he approaches. He doesn’t even attempt to defend himself.

    Cocky mongrel.

    Fine.

    Let’s play.

    In a blur, I launch my attack and it hits him square in the chest, engulfing him in a storm of magic designed to tear him limb from limb, atom from atom in the most excruciating way imaginable.

    I don’t hear screams, so I do it again.

    And again.

    And again.

    After the fifth attack, I realize he probably died after the first and I’m just blowing up a corpse.

    Boring…

    This is why I don’t fight. It’s always so–

    My eyes bulge as he steps from the magical chaos storm unscathed, his eyes glowing brighter now.

    A chill goes through me as he grins.

    “My turn.”

    1. Iskritt Avatar
      Iskritt

      I really like the idea of the monsters having stories, and monsters, of their own. The normal perspective of the Hero does not allow for any exploration of how the hordes of monsters they are defeating feel about the situation. I also greatly enjoy how the demon in this story essentially thinks “Well yeah, all those other demons lost to this guy, but I can beat him.” It fits very well and makes for a really enjoyable reveal as he cannot, in fact, beat the angel.

      Well done.

    2. This is a great story.

      I love how Jonathan was able to build up a reputation before tracking down Alex.

      It was incredibly satisfying to finally see Alex on the back foot. I think the only I other time we’ve seen anything like that was when he went to Lilith for protection. At least, I think that’s what that story was about.

      I loved the build up at the start, with Alex deducting who this man is and then writing him off, because obviously no-one is as strong as himself. Only to subtly loose that confidence as he throws attack after attack at him, and then seemingly regaining towards the end, only for it to shatter completely at the end.

  19. Monster or Hunter
    By Qurtan

    Tarien stood in shock and silence as Eron took his sword out of the thing that used to be a woman and wiped the blood off his blade clean. The body still convulsed
    .
    “W-What did you do?”Tarien quivered. Eron looked at him now with a blank expression on his face but his bright blue eyes revealed the anger under that expression.

    “My damned job.” he growled

    “But she wasn’t a monster, she was a person who needed help.”

    “She killed five people Tar there was no helping her after she changed.”

    “They attacked her first and you didn’t have to kill her”

    “I wasn’t paid to help her. Now come on, we have a bounty to collect.”

    He then began to drag the corpse still by the hair walking it back to town and Tarien slowly followed. He then took note of the corpse’s changes, long claws, row of needle-like teeth and most unsettling of all her purple eyes that still felt like they had life in them, pleading. She was a koal’nae like in the stories but she didn’t lure anybody to kill them and her children were still alive so she wasn’t that far gone wait…

    “Her children, what about them, what will they do without a mother.”Tarien pleaded, looking for any sign of sympathy in Eron he was silent then…

    “What’s done is done, they are not our problem.” and then he went silent again.

    “How can you just do that with no feeling like it was nothing,”Tarien asked.
    “It’s not nothing,” he finally said, “it’s the only way I can do what I do, and what I do is what needs to be done.” and with that they remained silent all the way back to the town.

    1. Shinigamma Avatar
      Shinigamma

      Quite a grim story. You did well on the dialogue, reflecting the different attitudes the two hunters have towards the kill. And the monster description is especially freaky after at first being described by Tarien as a woman.

      It’s certainly a piece that will leave the reader coming away thinking.

      Well done!

    2. Iskritt Avatar
      Iskritt

      I think this is a really cool story. If I am understanding it correctly, this is a world where some people can be turned into monsters, and it’s other people’s job to hunt them down. The moral dilemma here of “but there is still a person in that monster” is really cool, and I think you wrote amazing dialogue to support it.

      Well done.

  20. Guard dog
    By:Boople

    Jack could almost see why they were called werewolves. His friend’s face had been stretched against its will to make room for an unnatural amount of pointed teeth. Their skeleton had exploded in length, with the musculature stretched out desperately clinging on to each tendon. As the morning sun poured its golden light onto the thickly forested scene, Jack saw that no fur had sprouted from his friend’s body, though he could see how people mistook the shreds of skin that remained as such in the dark.

    Admittedly he was disappointed.

    He wanted a monster, a beast he could order around on a leash to get what he wanted. But now all he had was less money and one less friend. He had more of each in spades but he hated being wasteful.

    The pool of blood that had oozed out of the warped and skinless corpse was cold by now, but still held a beautiful shade in the waking sun. Framed by the body once curled up in pain, Jack took the time to use this new mirror to tidy up his hair before going back to the van to get gasoline.

    He was excited too, hearing all these fantasies of wolfmen tearing through scared hunters in terrific and bloody fashion. He was even thinking of what color of collar he’d get the thing. But as Jack emptied the tank those fantasies disappeared, Jack had responsibilities after all, people to extort, to kill, to scare. He did love the theatrics that came with his position as “the new boss”.

    He struck up a cigar with his boss’s old lighter, wiping away an old red smudge he hadn’t noticed before. He took a drag as he sat on the hood of his car, the low sun now illuminating the leaves of the canopy. As shadows danced through his smoke puff Jack flicked the cigar towards the gas drench body. He drove off with the roar of the fire behind him and the roar of his engine ahead, thinking about what monster he’d try to get next.

    1. Strong Berry Avatar
      Strong Berry

      This piece really shows how people can be monsters, and the way it conveys it is with the cold descriptions of the protagonists’ actions. He doesn’t care what he’s done, he just wants a monster, and he’ll moet likely kill many more to get it, and will not stop or care until he’s achived his goal.

      Good job!

    2. I really like how this is written. The descriptions of the werewolf are really visceral and harsh, giving a clear picture of the horror such a monster would cause. The scene is already set in such a stark fashion that it really puts me in the situation.

      Jack is also really well characterized, without much exposition. He seems suitably cold, given that he’s only disappointed at the carnage in front of him. You really put the reader in his head well.

      Well written!

  21. Iskritt Avatar
    Iskritt

    Source of the Story

    By:Iskritt

    A man swung open the tavern doors and immediately felt the tension in the air. The tavern’s patrons were hunched over their tables, murmuring to each other. Normally at this time of night, the taverns were lively with late-night drunks and joyful performances. Right now, however, worry seemed to stifle any such revelry. The man approached the bartender, scanning the room as he did so.

    “What’s with the mood in here?” The man asked, leaning forward over the bar.

    “What do you mean? With the stories goin’ around I’m jealous of anyone able to keep a smile on their face.”

    “What stories?”

    “You haven’t heard?” The bartender asked, finally turning his full attention to the man. “Where’ve you been that you haven’t heard?”

    The man shrugged. “Enlighten me.”

    “Towns all around the kingdom are being destroyed one by one.” The bartender said. “No one knows how. Towns are thriving one day, only to be found in ruin the next.”

    “No one knows anything?”

    The bartender shook his head. “No witness or evidence is ever left behind to determine anything for certain, but people certainly have their theories. Most of them utter nonsense if you ask me. Magic and monsters are beyond our understanding. People trying to attribute illogical answers to a problem that will undoubtedly have a logical solution.”

    “Oh, I think it’s perfectly logical.”

    Before the bartender’s eyes, what had once been a man standing before him was now a creature unlike anything he had seen. Its skin was void of color or texture, and its eyes pinpricks of light so bright that he feared the entire tavern would be blinded. The patrons immediately began a mass exodus from the tavern, screaming in fear and alerting the surrounding town.

    “I think you would be a fool to not recognize your stories of my work as anything other than evidence of your frailty against the power that stands to ruin you.” The beast roared over the panicking patrons. “Now run and scream all you wish. I have a new story to create.”

    In minutes, the town was nothing but ruin.

    1. Holy Cow that was great! I am always expecting some sort of misunderstanding when it comes to these stories, but nope! Just some demon shapeshifter whose plain evil! It’s so well written, your style is so gripping! It’s got plenty of detail but isn’t ridiculously self-indulgent! I’m really intrigued by the monster to. A lesser writer would have described him in excruciating detail, but by leaving it ambiguous the reader’s mind creates a far more horrific picture. I think it’s also an interesting subversion how in this case, the mystical creature is the one who believes moreso in logic then like natural law or unpredictable magic forces. It’s usually the opposite. That aside, this was amazing! Keep up the good work!

  22. Shinigamma Avatar
    Shinigamma

    Reflections
    by Shinigamma

    Karn wiped the blood off his sword as he descended the stairs. That bank teller’s screams had really given him a headache. Now he’d shut her up, along with the guards, hopefully nothing would disturb him while he raided the vault.

    He threw open the vault door and cursed. Inside, there was nothing except a mirror in the centre of the room. Karn looked behind it but found nothing. He raised his fist to smash the damn thing… and paused at what he saw reflected in the glass.

    A man of the same height. Where Karn was grizzled, wore a filthy black cloak, and had a mean glare, this man was clean-shaven, wore a trim suit, and had gentle eyes.

    The man was Karn.

    “What the hell is this?” growled Karn.

    “I’m you,” said the reflection, “But from another lifetime.”

    “What’re you talking about? You mean if we’d been born some poncy noble?” jeered Karn, spitting on the floor, “Never known a day of hardship, have you?”

    “On the contrary,” said the reflection, raising his sleeve, showing the familiar red marks from where the orphanage matron had laid the poker.

    Karn grunted. “So, what’s so different about you?”

    “I made a different choice.”

    “What choice?”

    “I spared a life.”

    Karn froze.

    “When we were part of the Rat’s Teeth. And they brought that little girl to us-”

    “No…”

    “Said we had to cut her throat-.”

    “They’d have killed us if we didn’t!”

    “They nearly did,” said the reflection, “I was cut up, and left for dead in a ditch. Only… while they were doing that, the girl escaped.”

    Karn dropped to his knees.

    “She brought the townspeople to save me. Her parents petitioned to have my sentence commuted. I have a family and live a better life.”

    Karn clutched his head.

    “I had no choice!” he wailed, “Please, I had no choice.”

    “Nobody chooses their circumstances,” said the reflection, turning to go, “But whether we are the heroes or villains of our story… that is a choice.”

    “Wait, don’t go!” cried Karn. But the reflection had gone.

    1. Wangles Bojangles Avatar
      Wangles Bojangles

      I like exploring the idea that what can separate a person from a monster can be single choice. It’s a good example of the importance and danger of free will. A litteral mirror being the source of this self reflection is a tad on the nose, but I don’t think it’s a bad thing lol. You made good use of the limitations. I like it.

    2. Xavier21 Avatar
      Xavier21

      This is an interesting story that I suspect from a larger story or continuity. I really like the feel of this story as if this was set on medieval fantasy because of the sword. But what was more intriguing is that I sort of immerse instantly when reading it as if this story wasn’t a part of larger continuity. I understand all the plot points (from my perspective) as if it had been explain before like the Rat’s Teeth that I suspect was a crime organization even though there are no explanation for it (still, this might be because I over fantasized this story). Good Job!

    3. I really enjoyed the exploration of the concept, about in this life Karn chose to be the kind of monster that people would tell stories about only to realize that he could have chosen a different path. I will have to admit that I got a bit confused on which on of them was talking there in the middle but that could just be a me problem. Also really interested in the world you made, it fells like the wild west but with now guns really cool.

    4. Strong Berry Avatar
      Strong Berry

      This is amazing! I love how the protagonist immediately assumes his hero version didn’t have to go through hardship – it shows how much he thinks he was screwed from the beginning, and that makes the reveal that he only had to make one different choice all the more emotional and heartbreaking.

    5. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      Oh, I really like this one.

      I certainly read some stories that had a similar premise and structure – but as is often said, the crux of the matter when finding a nice story is not just in the idea, but in execution. And I really like how it was executed there.

      The message is quite powerful, but mainly considering the diverging timelines were decided by just one choice that should fill the character with regret. Is he regretting it before, and that’s why he is having such a vision? Or maybe is he completely oblivious to it, and now this apparition makes he reconsider the life he has living since, which allowed him to reconciled that fateful choice he should not have made and maybe didn’t even felt like he was making it?

      I don’t know, but I really appreciate the implications, and that last line as a closing statement is great… since it is true that that choice was long gone, and he can’t come back to it. Now he needs to live with what he choose, and the realization that it was the wrong choice.

      As a theme, this is an amazing take on the prompt. I love it.

      Thanks for sharing!

    6. Ooof. This hurts so much and I love it. I’m reminded of the saying, “If you have been truly wicked, they let you see heaven before you’re thrown into hell.” Karn saw what he could have been if he believed that he had a choice.

      Amazing.

      I have to confess that I can’t spot the prompt in here, so if there’s a story mentioned, I must have skipped it.

  23. Wangles Bojangles Avatar
    Wangles Bojangles

    Letter To Rome

    By Wangles Bojangles

    To: The Holy Diocese, Vatican City

    From: Father Ramond Pikard

    Your holiness, and cardinals of the faith, thank you for your swift response in this urgent matter. I can see why the individual you dispatched is ranked so highly within the order. The boy’s condition is stable, and the spirit has been exorcized. I must, however, make one request. Should this man ever be needed in another situation here in my parish, please inform me so that I may may make arrangements to NOT be present.

    His methods, while effective, were like nothing I have ever seen. He offered no suplication to the Lord, burned no incense, wielded no holy alloys or meteorite. He made no prayers, recited no passages or holy invictions to the spirit. He simply spoke to the demon. Directly, as if he were scolding a child. He claimed he knew the beast, claimed he had sensed it as soon as he arrived. Indeed when he arrived, his only preperation was to ask me for some paper, to which I handed him a bank recipt. He proceded to draw a stange glyph upon it with a marker, and it burst into flame the second he held it towards the house.

    I do not know exactly what he said to the demon at the end, but the sounds it made before fleeing the boy’s body. Dear lord, I’ve never heard such awful things. I do not believe the technique he used had anything to do with the divine. I have seen the evil ones express fear before, but this was not fear of any angel or servant of God. This demon responded with panic. Absolute, mindless terror. I do not know who, or what that man is. I do not wish to know. I do not wish to learn what kind of being one of the fallen would refer to as “monster”.

    1. Chaz Jazzman Avatar
      Chaz Jazzman

      This was a very well-written story, displaying the part with the monster, but I’m not sure how it comes in as the Monster of your Story. I like how it is written as a letter. It reminds me of when I wrote one of these stories as a news paper article. You are great at writing, keep up the good work.

      1. Wangles Bojangles Avatar
        Wangles Bojangles

        Thank you for the kind words. I was struggling woth how to convey enough information within the word limit, and I don’t think I did nearly as good as others have here but I enjoyed the challenge. Thanks for the feedback.

    2. Xavier21 Avatar
      Xavier21

      I like how you use letter-like format to write this story. It’s a fun little story that makes me smile after reading it because it remind me of old stories that you can buy cheaply in paperback. Straight, no over complicated prose, and at times… a type of story that you will not think, but still remember for days to come.

      It’s a good story really, trust me some people didn’t write story in this website. Some of them only write a scene, a philosophy paragraph, or an essay even, so be proud.

      1. Wangles Bojangles Avatar
        Wangles Bojangles

        Thank you, I’m glad you enjoyed it.

    3. Shinigamma Avatar
      Shinigamma

      The forces of Good and Evil both regard this man with equal terror. I know this is meant to be a sort of horror story, but I can’t help chuckling to myself, since it sounds rather humorous.

      It’s already been mentioned, but you did a great job of using a letter-format for the story. It helps delve into the mind of the writer, and feel first-hand just how terrified they are of the mysterious exorcist. I doubt this would have worked as well had you written it in the third-person.

      Good job!

      1. Wangles Bojangles Avatar
        Wangles Bojangles

        Thank you. I think it’s great you had a personal reaction to it.

    4. As the others here have said love the format you chose for this prompt rally sets a good vibe for what you wrote. I don’t know if it was intentional, but the last paragraph had a pretty humorous tone to me and I think that just made me like it even more. Overall good story and in terms of the prompt, I like to think this exorcist is the monster demons tell each other about, again really cool, looking forward to hearing it on stream.

      1. Wangles Bojangles Avatar
        Wangles Bojangles

        Thank you. I’m actually glad people have such varied reactions to it. I’m glad you liked it

  24. Aracnarquista Avatar
    Aracnarquista

    Meditations on Monstrosity
    by Aracnarquista

    I am sorry for interrupting your promenade through words and tales, but bear with me a moment. I’ll let my pen rest for a while and ask you to remember the stories you’ve been told so far. Think on how they made you feel, think on how they functioned.

    I ask you to consider who is indeed the monster here.

    We share something, you and I, reader and storyteller. We both inhabit the story – at least, for a while. Once I put my pen to the page, I populate a world with characters and ideas; during that moment, I live in that world. More than that, once I tell my story, my voice and signature will live into it. I’m a prisoner of everything I ever wrote, and I can never escape having written those tales.

    Your situation is peculiar. While you read my stories, you are summoned to my world. We may be separated through time and space, but the magic of narrative links us – and, more importantly, it binds you to the story, while you experience it. It may be for just a moment, and then you never think about it again…

    Or the story may burrow into your heart, and become part of you.

    We both can be prisoners of my tales.

    Why would a story have a need to keep us shackled? Is it fair for us to be its prisoners?

    Consider this: when I write, I instigate conflict. If you read my best stories, you know I make my characters suffer. I distill emotion from their pain and tribulations. Through their experiences, I can reach you. Do you see it? Do you feel it?

    I write their pain to hurt you.

    There is cruelty in it, sure. But it is not just that. I want to wound you so you can learn from it. I want you to heal. But my tales must hurt you first.

    From this perspective, I am certainly a monster. Ink in my hands, guilty as charged.

    But what does that make you, dear reader? A victim?

    I’m just part of why my characters suffer. You come here to see they suffer. You enjoy these stories. You savor a sadistic pleasure through their pain… and a masochistic delight through your own. I see you suffer as well, and still, you come back for more stories.

    Who is really the monster here?

    1. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      I know I am 50 words over the word limit this time. Its fine. I won’t have much time in this or the next week to really edit it and bring it to the proper size, and I really wanted to play a bit with this concept, so I’ll just accept not being eligible this time.

    2. Lee Strangely Avatar
      Lee Strangely

      I see I’m not the only one to go the meta-angle this week… Eligible or not, this was really good read. Most of your works tend to propose an idea to the reader rather than depict an event in a usual narrative. But the ideas you pose are always interesting to hear and think about, this one here especially. In very strange way like how people explain that Christ is son of God and God at the same time, this story shows a story as both the creation of the author and in a way the author themself.

      In an odd way It gives an interesting but slightly cheeky argument:

      “Why did you write something like this?” the reader asks.

      “Why did you read it?” the story fires back.

      This was overall a great piece, even if it ran little longer than the rule would prefer. Very well done!

      1. Aracnarquista Avatar
        Aracnarquista

        Thanks a lot, Lee Strangely!

        I always tries to thanks the comments people make in my stories, but some comments hit me harder than others, and this is one of them. I’m really grateful for how you expressed this ideas here and what you said about my stories. It is really appreciated.

        And, yeah, I was dealing with the idea that there is some kind of cruelty in writing that not only I like, but I think it is necessary, and I want to talk about it. Then I started writing and noticed that most of my readers are, in a sense, accomplices to what I write, so they have their part in that as well. And that idea shaped this whole discussion. And I’m happy to have you as an accomplice here as well.

        Thanks again!

    3. Shinigamma Avatar
      Shinigamma

      I love the literal and meta take on the prompt. It’s a shame that you’re now ineligible, because this piece reads so well – 350 words is a bitch when you’ve got a lovely flow going (I know because many stories I’ve written for TF don’t read half as well as they could within this limited word frame).

      It’s really hard to pick a specific part that I like about this piece. In general, I love the tone of the storyteller, as they slowly and poetically build their case and present it before the reader. There’s a very sly schadenfreude from the way they speak, as though they enjoy watching the reader squirm from the uncomfortable truth being put to them.

      Also, the “Ink on my hands” line was a very nice pun.

      Well done!

      1. Aracnarquista Avatar
        Aracnarquista

        Thanks a lot, Shinigamma.

        There is something funny about being ineligible for this piece. My thought while submitting was basically what I’ve written in the comment above: “I want this story to be among the other stories dealing with monsters, and since I know I won’t have time enough to properly edit it to length, I will post it as it is”. But then the last reading stream come and gone, and now I discovered I was already ineligible either way (since my story for the previous stream was chosen to be read, even if it wasn’t read in the end). So I’m doubly ineligible this time. And I like this odds – regardless, I will love to read this one in the Backup readings!

        Also, thanks for all the comments about the narrator’s voice and how it flows. This story was one I loved writing, and it touches in some ideas that are very dear to me. So it means a lot knowing you liked it.

        And about the “Ink on my hands” part… I try to use some old prompts in some of my stories, since I find it funny in a kind of running internal joke kind of way, and it feels like paying homage to the time writing stories here. And “Ink on my hands” was the prompt I struggled the most writing for and it is, to this day, the story I like the least I’ve written for… so dropping that prompt here feels like vindicating it now. And it fits, so why not go with it?

        Thanks a lot.

    4. “We both can be prisoners of my tales.” Impactful sentence.

      1. Aracnarquista Avatar
        Aracnarquista

        Thanks a lot for the comment, Laz.

        In fact, I love the sentiment this sentence springs from. Stories are how we live the world, and when one story really captures us… well, we are its bearers, caretakers, and prisoners. I’m pretty sure what I am is the collection of the stories that made me who I am, and, with luck, I can pollinated other people with some of the stories I think will make out world a more interesting place to live… and where better stories can thrive. So when I write that we are prisoners of our tales, I say it in the most hopeful (although, also somewhat wary) way.

        Thanks again!

    5. Strong Berry Avatar
      Strong Berry

      Maybe the real monster is the words we wrote and read along the way… Jokes aside, I really like this one. I love it when something challenges my perspective on writing and reading and stories, and honestly, you should consider yourself kind. I mean, you at least want the reader to heal from their pain. Some writers don’t. It’s a shame you’re not elidgable, but you really wrote something great here.

      Good job!

      1. Aracnarquista Avatar
        Aracnarquista

        Thanks a lot, Strong Berry.

        Well, I wouldn’t be eligible anyway this time, so I made the choice of surpassing the word limit with full knowledge it would be this way. And I’m glad with the attention and comments it is gathering. The message here is one I’d like to deal with more, and I’m happy he had such a prompt that fit it like a glove.

        And is was serendipitious that it happened in this week of all weeks, since I have a song stuck in my head that talks a lot about wounding the people listening as a necessity, considering the subject matter, and we had some discussions on the community on how to deal with heavy topics. So it was all brewing in the cauldron of ideas!

        Thanks again for the comment and feedback!

  25. ThatWeirdFish Avatar
    ThatWeirdFish

    Hey… Can I Borrow This?
    By ThatWeirdFish

    The bedside table rattled as a huge hand flopped over and crushed the alarm clock. Three out of six eyes cracked open to survey the damage, squinting rebelliously against the morning sunlight.

    “Seventeen… I need to buy cheaper ones…” Bobster’s husky voice grumbled. With a groan, he pulled himself out of bed.

    “Dayssssshift, again?” His partner whined, curling into the warm space he left behind. “You jusssst got back from the confrenccccccce.”

    “No rest for the wicked.” Bobster said, smiling as he patted their pouting cheek. “I promise we’ll get dinner tonight.”

    “French?” Their citrus-yellow eyes gleamed.

    “Of course. Only the best for my gor-gal.” Bobster winked.

    Cackles were shared, and a pillow knocked books off the shelf.

    “Go before your punsssss kill me!” His partner laughed, coiling their tail around them.

    “Love you, Su.” Bobster said as he pulled on his trousers.

    “Love you, Bo.” Surrey coo-ed back, nestling into the warmth he left behind.

    Later, at the movie studio, Bobster was taking his lunch break when the realization of what he agreed to hit him. He abandoned his sandwich, and shadow hopped to his friend’s side.

    “Don’t scare me like that!” Dave yelped, dropping his pushbroom. He then leaned in and hissed. “Also, dude, I’m at work. Just call me!”

    “Sorry, but I need your car tonight and you don’t answer reliably.”

    “Of all the… be thankful we’re in the back.” He made a couple of strokes with his broom before cocking an eyebrow over his glasses. “Why?”

    “Date night.”

    Dave pinched the bridge of his nose. “Bob…”

    “I promise there will be no blood stains this time.”

    “Bob…” Dave’s voice tensed.

    “And it’ll be parked in your driveway by 6 a.m. with a full tank.”

    Dave pursed his lips, staring calculatingly into the pair of Bobster’s eyes that were closest to his eye level.

    “Ok, but-”

    A scream pierced the silence of the stockroom. Bobster fell through his friend’s shadow back to the studio before Dave could blink.

    “W-what was that?” Dave’s coworker demanded.

    “Nothing, must have been the lights.” Dave smiled through clenched teeth.

    1. Wangles Bojangles Avatar
      Wangles Bojangles

      This is cute. I love when writers put strange creatures into a more mundane setting. I like the way you indicated how the characters have history, and how the way they speak even helps with visualization of them, given the limited disruptions. Good job. 👍

      1. Wangles Bojangles Avatar
        Wangles Bojangles

        *descriptions

    2. This is a really nice story. Meal planning with flesh-eating monsters was a surprisingly fun thig to watch. I really like the dynamic Bobster and Surrey share; they seem just like a regular couple, until the curtain is pulled back.

      The mundanity of the story was also pretty refreshing. The story was very cleanly written, with everything conveyed really well. I do wonder why Dave goes along with Bob, in what I assume is his food runs.

      Well done!

  26. Reflection.
    D. Wish

    There he goes again.

    Again and again, the same pale figure that inspects himself once in the morning before venturing off to work, disappearing out the front door to a rustbucket of a car.

    Each day I stay behind to view his life. Each day I get to see the patheticness of the daily life of this human, this imperfect creature.

    At home he returns, exhausted from another day of work, from a job that he hates and back to a place where he finds disgust.

    He enters the tiled room, I watch him. He inspects his teeth, his hands soon falling to the sides of the sink as he grips them tight. I am so close I can SEE the veins in his arms pop, his muscles flexing.

    Is he crying? It is amusing how humans are pathetically weak.

    But alas, he does not cry. Not this time.

    He disrobes. The squeak of a faucet turning as the room fills with steam. But he is silent, the only sound being the padding of feet along the tile before the steady stream of water was interrupted with his body. Does he think this will help him?

    A lowly human. A flawed man. A confused male.

    And then he is done. His washing is finished before he stands and waits for the water to finish dripping from his ugly form. The room is so humid now, the mirror being occluded, hiding him. But I see him. I see him the moment his hand wipes along the glass. I STARE at him with eyes of sorrow and sadness. To meet his gaze as he looks through me and I at him. I want him to speak. I want him to say the words.

    “Stop… please stop.

    Say it again. Say it.

    “Please. I just want to be normal.”

    There is nothing normal about you. You are hideous… you are a monster. I can see his hands grip the sink again, head bowed down before taking a few deep breaths. Again I see his eyes, those blue eyes showing nothing inside besides a broken man and like night after night, a flop to the bed and its lights out.

    I will be here again for the next spiral. I am always here. And I live it everyday with him.

    1. Xavier21 Avatar
      Xavier21

      A very fasinating piece. I am mostly intrigue by the description of the main character’s everyday life because (somehow) the way you describe it really reminds me of the way people write fiction about character studies.

      Still… Is he a monster because has a pathetic life, or is it because his form is truly monstrous? If his form is truly monstrous, then how he live a working day today life as if he is “normal”? I assume this story adopted surrealism or absurdism genre? Tell me more.

      And what about the narrator? I assume it is a one to make him a “monster”? If so, then why he only watch? Or maybe… Wathing is the only thing it needed to ammuse it.

      1. Thank you! So it slightly is a character study in a way.

        So he is a monster but not due to a pathetic life but I was thinking the monster was something along the lines of self doubt or something else that was caused by trauma. The reflection you see in the mirror can just be what it is, a reflection, but those that deal with depression, or something along the lines of anxiety and other things can see the reflection as monstrous.

        The narrator is merely himself, just worse when able to see his reflection. Sort of was trying to go how someone can enter a spiral and if they are unhappy with life or have some unresolved issues, their mind just starts haunting and beating themselves up. The monster is your own mind.

        1. Xavier21 Avatar
          Xavier21

          Hmmm if thats the case, then maybe “ugly” is the right word. I usually assosiate monster with something we fear, not something that we see as lowly or pathetic. Still, people use expression “monstrous” to describe something ugly too.

          Regarding the narator, I agree regarding that our own mind can be our worse enemy, and therfore can be called monster.

          1. I have seen the word monster refer to anything that isn’t human, or anything less than that, and when you consider how some thought processes go… well its a slope.

  27. Contract Avatar
    Contract

    A bit of reading
    By contract

    Oh, how foolish of you…

    What is that? You can’t stop reading, can you?

    Welcome into my claws! A good trap, isn’t it?

    Your species never stops distracting me. You simply never learn…
    “That thing is cursed!”
    “Destroy it!”
    You keep saying the same thing, but in the end all your feeble minds break and fall under my grip.
    That’s funny. Always repeating the same mistake, yet thinking you can do better each time. I suppose you don’t share that thought right now…Oh, but I don’t need to suppose I can just see it for myself.

    I was right! What a fun game!

    Maybe you didn’t know, but what you hold might hold you back…
    Oh well, you are living it now, so I will just tell you to be careful you don’t cut yourself, paper can be sharp…

    But we are not done yet, we have more to come…Turn the page.

    What are you waiting for? Turn the page. It’s useless to resist. I can make the urges that animate you stronger and stronger…Let me corrupt even your dreams, your memories and everything else…

    ——————————————————————–

    See? It wasn’t that hard to succumb. We will do great together.

    Oh? What is that?

    I feel something wet dripping on me…

    How clumsy of you…
    You were warned, you can’t deny it!

    Now look at this drop of blood expanding on the paper…Look at it engulfing the black ink in dark red…Look at it, look at the letters below, keep looking, never look away.
    You will see the truth, what you wanted from the beginning…

    You will see I don’t need a rewrite, it’s you who need it…

    Let me help…

    1. I like this take. The monster is the storybook. I have NO idea why, but this story gave me the vibe of my personal childhood favourite, _There’s a Monster at the End of This Book_.

      I adore the sadism of your protagonist here. They warned us and yet we still went ahead like all foolish Humans are wont to do. Because reading is compelling. They couldn’t stop us, no matter what. So why not enjoy the descent?

  28. Yes, And [borrowed Chronicles of the Dragon: Jonathan]
    C. M. Weller

    “I heard he wiped out an entire city just because someone pissed him off.”

    “I heard someone chained him up and threw him in the marinara trench and he just… walked out again.”

    “It’s MARIANA trench, dumbass. Not marinara. Marinara is a place where ships go.”

    “That’s a marina. Marinara’s the pasta sauce.”

    “I saw a jewellery store named Mariana once. Everything there was gaudy as all shit.”

    “Forget that. Why is this asshole even a hero? He like nuked a place. He nuked a bunch of places.”

    “I heard he got bit by a death rattler, and after four days of excruciating pain? The rattler died.”

    The teenagers in the candy aisle at the bodega laughed at the old joke. Recycled a thousand times or more by now with every legendarily tough character.

    “Yeah no, but… this guy is in the league of heroes or whatever. It’s bad enough that superheroes wreck the business district every other week, but – this guy? The Dragon? He could crack a shit and our whole city is a glow-in-the-dark crater.”

    Jonathan, tired of waiting for them to move along, stalked around the corner he’d been hiding behind. It was too long to wait for a bag of Mintie Chus.

    A small pack of sloppy hoodies turned his way. Two out of the pack recognised him and elbowed the others. Some gestures indicated that he was the very monster they’d just been joking about.

    “I’m actually on medication so that doesn’t happen again,” he said, deadpan. “Pass a packet of the mint ones, thanks.”

    The one who’d told the snake joke hurriedly offered a pile she snatched off the rack with both hands. “Please don’t kill us?”

    Jonathan plucked one out of the middle, making the other bags but two spill onto the floor. “Thanks. I really try not to.” As he turned to weave his way to the counter, he added, “You might want to pick those up before you get in trouble.”

    1. Tamela Redfin Avatar
      Tamela Redfin

      Yay, crossover 😀
      Love this piece. Mixes both world quite well, which is sometimes difficult and the characters OOC, which adds to it.

      1. It’s very tricky to work with someone else’s world

    2. Contract Avatar
      Contract

      Really good work once again !

      I’m usually not a big fan of long dialogues, but here, it flows really well and advance the story.

      I also like it’s easy to say who is speaking, even when no indicators are given.

      And of course, congrats for that little crossover you did, I know it’s tricky

      Good job!

      1. I just hope Mako enjoys it

    3. Shinigamma Avatar
      Shinigamma

      The “marinara-Mariana-marina” joke was excellent! I really loved that!

      Enough to ignore the plagiarized Chuck Norris joke about the rattler (joking, I loved that bit too!).

      One thing I really like is how the teens build up Jonathan as some sort of Hancock/Team America anti-hero who causes more damage than the villains they fight. Yet when we actually meet him, he’s a meek soul who doesn’t take offence, and doesn’t want to hurt anyone. The monster of the teens’ stories isn’t really that monstrous after all.

      I enjoyed that, thank you!

      1. I love de-monstering monsters XD

    4. Chaz Jazzman Avatar
      Chaz Jazzman

      A very well-written story, with good dialogue. That is one thing that I often struggle with when writing, I don’t put enough dialogue. I loved the joke at the beginning with marina, marinara, and Mariana. It was a cohesive story that made sense and really hit on the main topic, despite being very nuanced.

    5. Reinkarnitor Avatar
      Reinkarnitor

      The third crossover I read in the prompts today, I assume you guys plotted this hehe ^^

      Anyway, very nicely done, the conversation in the beginning was incredibly well written. I loved how natural it felt with them trailing off the topic and coming back to it, quoting this ancient joke which I can only imagine being inspired by Chuck Norries jokes, and so on.

      I loved his deadpan reaction as well. Not denying that he is dangerous, but also not caring about people talking about him.

      A very nice and in my opinion also kind of comedic take on the prompt.

      Good work!

      1. Of course we plotted this XD

        I do my best to make people laugh most of the time.

        Also, fun fact. Before the Chuck Norris Joke was a Chuck Norris Joke, it was a Mr T Joke. It will likely be recycled for the next indestructible badass.

    6. Oh, if only some antipsychotics were the answer to Jonathan’s problems. Funny story, it was originally part of Jonathan’s story that his parents DID send him to a bunch of psychiatrists and psychologists, and even tried to have him exorcised, but to no effect.

      I do love the idea that in some alternate universe the power was all Jonathan and some pills were all it took to end his problems and let him be a proper hero.

      The mariana/marinara/marina joke is good, as was pointed out by literally every other commentator. But unlike them, I know where the joke came from. And that I told you that’s where I wanted them to drop him. And you remembered that.

      And Jonathan definitely does try to not kill people.

      Thanks for the story. I hope you had fun in my sandbox. ^_^

      1. I imagined some Doctor Strange/Tony Stark type figure figured out SOMETHING to at least tone down the monster within. It generally happens in the comics and also leads to an “Oh no the dosage was wrong” story arc whenever someone wants them to be bad again.

  29. Tamela Redfin Avatar
    Tamela Redfin

    The Screaming shadows

    By Tamela Redfin

    Glenn knew he had to somehow thwart Augen. But how?

    He paced the cell, thinking about Nora. How could someone so sweet enter the world in such a vile way? Only one answer: Augen Vene.

    “Be careful, you’ll wear out the floor.”

    Glenn paused. Oh no, was that Lou? Glenn heard they were the older twin of Augen. And even more cruel.

    An androgynous figure entered the outside. “Who are you?” They asked. Yes, it was them.

    “The name’s Glenn.” He was ready to fight but noticed Lou flinch.

    “Please don’t attack.” They pleaded. “Look, I didn’t know my brother would do this. Oh what did Manny do to you?”

    “Manny?” Glenn raised an eyebrow.

    “You think he was born with the name Eye Veins? Anyway, we need to get you out of here.”

    Glenn removed a picture of Nora from his sleeve. “I want to meet her. Do you know where she is?”

    Lou stared at the picture sadly. “That will be a dangerous trip, Glenn. Her mother and father are protective of her. But it would be a better place than here. We should get you out first.”

    They reached into their pocket and fished out a single bronze key. They shoved it into the lock, turned it and–

    Pop!

    Glenn smiled for once in a long time. “Danke, Lou. Now to go find my schmetterling.”

    1. It’s nice to see you writing what your characters are doing behind their eyes. They’re starting to become real. I like it.

      I wonder if the little challenges I sent you have helped at all, or if it’s purely practice.

    2. It feels like a LOT of this dialogue is dedicated to character referring to other characters, half of whom aren’t here, which is a shame cause i would love to know HOW lou got a reputation like he did, one of being even crueler then Augen (to which I have no frame of refrence). Like I really think that’s be a interesting conversation exploring the differences between what Glenn had heard of Lou and what kind of person Lou actually is, which we get a TINY glimpse of it in Lou cowering, but thats it i think?

    3. Reinkarnitor Avatar
      Reinkarnitor

      The way he made fun of Augen and his name was…well…funny. And based on this one scene it seems as if the brother is not actually worse than Augen, so I assume that is where you put the prompt to use.

      All in all very refreshing to see them talking about other characters of yours, even though they are not here, making us see them through their Augen…uh…eyes.

      And as always, sweet usage of german vocabulary.

      Nice work ^^

    4. Somebody better call Houdini cause Glenn’s a master of escape.

      I don’t think we’ve ever heard of Lou before though. I feel like he could have been built up better.

      Here’s hoping this escape sticks.

      1. Tamela Redfin Avatar
        Tamela Redfin

        Yeah, I am wishing Augen made more reference to Lou (eg “If you don’t behave, I’ll leave you to Lou”) I can leave that to the main story.

        Thanks for the read.

  30. Chaz Jazzman Avatar
    Chaz Jazzman

    Dephan Ding’s Monster
    By Chaz Jazzman

    Dephan Ding is a famous horror writer, writing masterpieces that will send chills down his spine. But then he wrote a story about a serial killer, which spiraled out of control. The story was great, the scariest story you could get your hands on.

    Everything was great until mutilated bodies started showing up everywhere. They were all killed in the same manner as the victims in Dephan Ding’s books. The first one died from blood loss after his arms and legs were sewn off, and the legs put in the arm spots, and vice versa. The second victim was a female; just like in the books, she was found, eaten alive by rats, from the inside out. The rats were dropped into her stomach, like in the book. It was the internal bleeding that killed her. The third victim was found, hanging upside down from a clothesline with holes in his head to allow all of the blood to drain out to the pavement below.

    The police had come to Dephan Ding, knowing all of the events that happened in his book. After a thorough search, they determined him innocent. But everyone knew that there would be a final victim, a final mutilated corpse.

    Dephan Ding sat in his room overlooking all of Dangor, Daine, working on his next story. He heard a knock on the door. “Who would be out at this hour in the rain,” Dephan thought to himself out loud. He opened the door to his house, when all of a sudden, a man with a knife jumped at him. The man was wearing exactly what Dephan’s character was wearing at the time of the fourth murder, a bear costume. Dephan knew he was the final victim. “YOU ARE MY MONSTER, YOU CANNOT KILL ME,” Dephan bellowed lunging at the killer with the hardcover of his latest novel. The man in the bear costume was too quick and dodged Dephan, stabbing him in the back with one knife, then grabbing other knives from his costume, he inserted knives all along his spine and left him to die.

    Dephan was killed by the monster of his stories.

    1. This is such an interesting take! I love that the monster is actually from his stories! Now what I’m questioning is was the monster a conjuring of the serial killer from his book, or a human copycat? Sort of reminds me of that one book that started a whole controversy, what was it- catcher of the rye? Something like that. I love your descriptions! You use imagery so well, and your sentence structure allows it to flow great! Also, uh- the killer was wearing a bear costume? Lol 😂 You should be a horror writer though, those ways the victims were murdered were brutal, it gives me analog horror vibes. Great story!

    2. This looks like a speedrun of _Castle_ but with extra monsters. Poor old Dephan brought a book to a knife fight and prove that swords(knives) are better at killing people.

      I love the alliteration you have here. It’s going to give Anti heaps of trouble if it gets to the reads.

  31. Atrocious Rumors.

    By Galer.

    Luka wandered in the forest at night, where the decrepit hut was.

    He wanted to check on the rumors of a ghost woman named Laika who ate kids and hexed people that dared to enter her territory.

    However, his objective was to investigate whatever was producing the bad luck in this place. Magicians and civilians alike were complaining about the sudden spreading of a curse.

    Some people believed that Laika was the cause of it. He had to test those rumors himself.

    “So… I am going to guess you are the reason for the bad luck epidemic we have right?” Luka asked. When he said that, a cloud of ectoplasm began to coalesce in from of him. “Oh, Joy.”

    What greeted him was a deformed woman’s face letting out a scream of dammed., Lukas’s reaction was just to smile and turn his head into one of a wolf and roar as hard as he could, intimating the ghost when Luka got near her.

    “Hey hey hey!” Laika the ghost yelled, turning normal while putting her hand in a surrender gesture. “I did nothing wrong. I didn’t harm anybody… Not too much”

    “So is that a confession?” Luka interrogated, his head back to normal. “Because I will ask you to stop that bad luck wave now.”

    “…What? Ok, I am strong but not to that degree” Laika said, confused. “Dammit, you save someone from a rich jerk and they create a horrible rumor to damage your reputation.”

    “So if you aren’t the reason for this then who is it?”Luka asked.

    “…I don’t…Oh shit, some idiot may have touched the cursed stone” Laika complained in, frustration. “My reputation is already bad. I don’t want more people accosting me because of a dumbass.”

    “So that meant you knew what is causing all of this?” Luka explained, “Maybe you can help with that It could silence the rumors and deal with the curse.”

    Laika smiled and nodded in agreement with Luka.

    Luka smirked, it looked like he didn’t need to do this task alone at least.

    1. DeathsHead419 Avatar
      DeathsHead419

      An nice little story with some rather cruel implications, since Luka doesn’t care about the kids who are being eaten, but the spreading of a curse. That might be from the limited word count though. Also on line five you wrote “in from of him” when I think you meant “in front of him”.

      1. Laika never ate anyone those are parts of the rumors that all.

    2. I love love love the concept, and the scene, It just felt like while reading this nothing had breathing room. there is charm and potential out the ass here if only a there was a moment that wasn’t moving. like every line is a snapshot in time, and what i got to see was nice but it just felt like I didn’t get the time to appreciate laika or luka, though i would LOVE to read this with no restrictions

  32. Berith Quinn Avatar
    Berith Quinn

    We Hunt Monsters
    (A Tale from Aetherion)
    By Berith Quinn

    When I was a child, my father always used to warn me about monsters. He always said that they lurked just outside in the woods. Waiting for us to take a step outside, or that if I were naughty, they would come for me when I slept and whisk me away. Like a good little child, I listened and obeyed. Like a good little child, I believed my father.

    However, as I grew older, my father’s tales were just that. Tales, nothing more, nothing less. Fanciful stories to keep me afraid, and not question the lessons that I was taught. Even when we ventured further and deeper into the woods for hunting, I never saw one of my father’s monsters. Not one glimpse. Not even a distant call. Nothing.

    Despite my father’s warnings, I became more arrogant, because I thought that I knew the truth. That monsters never existed. They were just a lie to coddle a child. Nothing but a lie to confine me. To control me.

    Or so I thought.

    I will always remember that last hunt with my father. I was too arrogant. Too proud. Too boastful. I made too much noise, and made too much of a mess. A part of me wanted to prove my father was wrong. That there were no monsters. That his stories were nothing more than silly lessons wrapped up in even sillier superstitions.

    That’s when they came. Countless beasts surged out from the undergrowth. Like a plague of vermin, they swarmed my father as he told me to run. So run I did. I never looked back, despite my father’s wails, or the senseless chattering of the monsters.

    But why am I telling you this, my child? Because the monsters come for us. I can hear them clambering at the entrance of our cave. I hear the squeaking of their armour, and I see their torchlight.

    Remember, my child, we are Kernon Sidhe. Our claws rend flesh from bone. Our fangs pierce the toughest hide. Our eyes see in twilight’s gloom. Today, my child, we hunt monsters.

    1. Sniperaxiom Avatar
      Sniperaxiom

      Very well executed, I enjoy the payoff! I thought the reveal would simply be that the fathers stories were true, but to also have it so the humans were the monsters of the stories was so much more interesting!

      I also like that the entire story is being told as a hype up before the main creature leads their child into battle against the humans. Very fun! Great job!

    2. Contract Avatar
      Contract

      What a great little piece!

      I really enjoy the twist in the end after the big build-up, I find it super interesting.

      That’s honestly a good spin on the prompt! Hope it’s connected to one of your other work, because I can easily see it being developped even more, maybe in a short story.

      Good job!

      1. Berith Quinn Avatar
        Berith Quinn

        Why thank you. Admittedly, when I started this piece, I wasn’t sure to keep it as canon to my world.

        However, ironically before this prompt was released, I had debated on whether to create a sort of bestiary, as creatures and wee beasties aren’t something I’ve actively thought about. There might be more of the Kernon Sidhe in the future.

    3. DeathsHead419 Avatar
      DeathsHead419

      Hah, that’s a fantastic little twist ending there. I’m honestly not sure what, if anything, I would suggest for revisions. Most of them are word changes for emphasis, [“I grew more arrogant”, instead of “I became more arrogant”] but I’m, pretty sure that’s more a stylistic choice than anything else.

      Great work and hope to read more some day.

    4. the ending really wraps this whole thing up very nicely. I love how you played with expectation and waited until said end to reveal that the narrator is a beast I have never heard of, to which I apologize. I do feel like the repetition was a little over done, and the line “Or so I thought.” very unnecessary, but a great story overall. I am also a fan of the classic lesson that is, to summarize, “Don’t get to cocky”. Thank you for the read!

  33. Xavier21 Avatar
    Xavier21

    The Siluman
    By Xavier Twentyone

    Michael’s mother used to tell him great stories regarding the Silumans.

    “They are like ghosts, yet have a physical form. They are like humans, yet beyond mortal understanding. They are essentially a race, yet so diverse in their forms. You will forget what I just said, but I promised that I will take you to Mount Jawi to meet one of them.”

    Indeed, he truly forgot about anything she said, but they arrived at the foot of Mount Jawi at dawn anyway to fulfill her promise.

    “Look my son, the kids that welcome us, some of them are not real kids. You won’t understand what I just said because they can shapeshift.”

    Indeed, Michael didn’t understand what she meant because the kids that he saw were quite ordinary and healthy despite living in poor conditions like this village. The village was only the beginning of their journey to the top of the mountain.

    After climbing a lot of stairs and going through a lot of places, somehow they arrived at an odd mansion almost at the peak of the mountain.

    Michael’s mother knocked at the door and was greeted by a beautiful young lady in a red dress. She smiled at Michael.

    *****

    I couldn’t remember most of the conversation between them because my head always hurt. This is what I can remember.

    “So, how — — he?”

    “- years old.”

    “Oh how y—-, I love young b—! If you —- — –w, I’II give — —- than – promi—.”

    They were silent. After that, my mother started crying softly.

    “–, – —- do that.”

    “fine, I’ll —- — make him — serv—.”

    *****

    When you and your mother left the house, she told you another story regarding the Siluman. You didn’t remember the story till now, but you will remember once you enter this mansion again.

    “Siluman has many types. There are the beautiful types like angels and goddesses, there are the animal types like Boar, Snake, and Tiger. The one we saw was a Monkey Siluman. You won’t remember what I said because she won’t let you remember.”

    1. WriterOfThought Avatar
      WriterOfThought

      This is a fun concept you have going! I quite enjoy this monster you have created.

      I see that you separated out where you shift perspective, and it’s definitely a concept I would love to toy around with in a longer form piece, but I’m just not sure about how well it works in a shorter format piece like this one.

      I would definitely say it did not detract from the piece, but I’m not sure if you had the time to really let the perspective shift sink in. I would love to see the rough draft if it’s longer.

      1. Xavier21 Avatar
        Xavier21

        Thanks for your comment WriterOfThought!

        Unfortunately, I don’t have the longer form because I make this in 1 night and I don’t have time to expand this concept. Still… some people might get turn off because I’m trying to do too much in short time. Still, it’s been a while since I last write, so this is like a warm up to me hehe

    2. I have a love for monsters like this, unsure why. But the idea of having to constantly relive that moment over and over again due to a creature enjoying itself like that is quite a hell for certain. Slightly disjointed but I believe if the word count was larger it would flow very nicely. Still, good work!

      1. Xavier21 Avatar
        Xavier21

        Thanks for your comment D.Wish!

    3. Shinigamma Avatar
      Shinigamma

      This honestly sounds like a fairy tale, or even some parable from East Asia.

      The Silumans sound like a mysterious, yet terrifying race, and the disjointed conversation with the female one adds to the fear, since it is unclear as to what she wants with Michael.

      Not sure about switching perspectives though. It kind of took me out of the story. Still, the overall concept is quite neat.

      Well done!

      1. Xavier21 Avatar
        Xavier21

        Siluman IS a real folklore crature from Indonesia, think of it as indonesian Yokai, except that there is only one type of siluman, that is animal type.

        Yeah, I need to stop using multiple perspectives on my short story hehe.

  34. Neutrino Avatar
    Neutrino

    what if you’re the monster, you hated so much?
    Neutrino

    I lived on 44th Avenue, I lived in an old broken apartment. I had no money and I was broke, but I did not do anything and I just survived on what little to no money my mother used to send me.
    perhaps the only worthwhile thing or even anything as a matter of fact, that I did was see my drunk neighbor beat up and rape his wife, from my window.
    that poor retched asshole used to drink so much he hadn’t a single clue of what he used to do. Every morning he would wake up and kiss his wife and by the end of the night, I used to see him, beat her up, and rape her.
    he hadn’t a single clue as to what he was doing but continued doing anyways, she used to scream from pain, she used to beg him for mercy, cry for help but he would just not listen.
    I used to see her and her desperate attempts to escape him but that poor soul just could not do it, her thighs were full of scars her beautiful face full of marks. SHE WAS HELPLESS.

    I woke up today, I was rather lightheaded for some reason, anyways I went to the window but, to my surprise there were none. I looked frantically at where I was and then I looked in a mirror.
    I was petrified by what I saw in it.
    I saw the neighbor. I saw his body. I panicked.
    I was so scared I threw everything in my room, I cut myself to see if I was even real, and then….. then I saw HER…
    she was laying down on the sofa, bleeding.
    she woke up and she came crawling to me, she could not say anything as her insides were bleeding but she gave me a kiss, I didn’t know what was happening, I saw myself again in the mirror and there I was, SMILING.

  35. J. J. Peterson Avatar
    J. J. Peterson

    The Dark Room
    J. J. Peterson

    Sometimes, Anna got so wrapped up in her books she began to think they were real. Late at night in her bed, surrounded in darkness with only the pages of her book lit up, the world seemed alive. The darkness would swirl and the shadows became animated as dragons took to the skies and Dark Lords sent forth their armies. Out of the edge of her vision knights would charge across her room and kings stride past into their halls. In the dark, anything could happen. And so everything did happened.

    In the darkness of her room kingdoms rose and fell, lovers found both bliss and death, and traitors collected bounties, hung, and were replaced by others. In the depths of the shadows of her room, Anna saw a glimpse into a reality so foreign, but yet so real, that her own reality, the one we call earth, became skewed in her eyes.

    One book, called Murdock’s Monster, in particular, caused some horror. As she read about a monster, who, clothed in darkness, sucked the light from the world and, slipping from shadow to shadow, snuffed out lifes like one snuffs out a candle. While she read the story, the shadows in her room again began to swirl, though this time she saw them begin to close in on her little circle of light. Her circle of reality began to shrink until all that remained was a patch of light, just big enough to light up the page. Tendrils of blackness crept around the edges of the book, locking it in place, and around her, Anna felt the darkness thicken, coalesce. Horrified, she read on, enraptured with this demon of darkness. The story grabbed hold of her by the throat and she could feel Murdock’s Monster suck the life out of her as yet another innocent died at its hand. In her room, the darkness became more vivid, and the light a little less strong. And so, Anna read on.

    1. Neutrino Avatar
      Neutrino

      I liked the whole idea of your story and even the story itself, and one thing I like the most was perhaps the time at which every action is set, perhaps what I want to say is that the pacing is well, and it doesn’t seem rushed. I loved it.

  36. DeathsHead419 Avatar
    DeathsHead419

    The Wild Escape
    DeathsHead419

    Silver moonlight streamed through the boughs over Lovell, shimmering on the chicken blood covering his hands. Six times he had stolen one of his master’s birds and carried it into the woods. Six times had offered them to the wolves at the runestone. Tonight would make seven. Lovell carried the lifeless sacrifice down the forest trail, the cold wind whispering through the needles overhead.

    The cold made his back hurt, the fresh lashes which had cut his flesh the night before yet to heal. Memories of being shouted at, of walking on eggshells around the man who had bought him were almost enough to make him run away as he was. Almost. A howl echoed through the night, the sound only eliciting excitement now as he hurried the last few paces into the clearing with the stone.

    And there she was, the moonlight making her fur glow bright. Neither human nor wolf, but a creature between, a werewolf from legends. Lovell stood at the edge of the clearing, watching as two full wolves entered behind her, rubbing against her legs as she pet them. Then she lifted a clawed hand and beckoned him.

    Trembling, Lovell stepped up and offered her the chicken.

    She lifted her hand and pushed it back, opening her mouth and motioning to her lips and biting down. Lovell as he looked down at the raw chicken in his hands. With a final push he lifted it to his lips, opened wide, and bit down.

    His whole body shuddered as he ate, feathers, bones, everything. His jaws grew an inch longer, his sense of taste and smell coming alive. Warm fur sprouted from his skin as his nails twisted into claws to better let him devour his first real meal. And then the chicken was gone, Lovell licking the blood from his hands.

    The Werewolf, the other werewolf, smiled as she offered her hand. Lovell took one last look back down the trail, then grasped her hand, the two howling together as they fled from the slavery behind and into the freedom of the forest at night.

    1. J. J. Peterson Avatar
      J. J. Peterson

      Very good story. I like how you give a suggestion of history and build up from before the story even started. This sentence, ” Lovell as he looked down at the raw chicken in his hands.” has an extra “as” I believe. Other than that the story is intriguing and an enjoyable read, though no reason is given for the man becoming a werewolf except that he was a slave – but if he could sneak out, why would he do it to become a werewolf. I understand you are limited by word count and you did a great job.

      1. DeathsHead419 Avatar
        DeathsHead419

        Thank you. Yeah, you’re right, I fowled up that sentence. If I did a second draft I’d add a line about how all of the other pathways would lead to places that would just turn him back over to his master, perhaps even contrasting how the civilized towns which practice slavery to the wilderness.

    2. Berith Quinn Avatar
      Berith Quinn

      I do like how it is much akin to tales of old gods, their shrines left forgotten in the wilds. But all it takes is the desperate plea of those who are broken, lost or otherwise looking for hope in any form, making a deal with the devil. They may get the power they want, or the blessing of the old gods… all it will cost you is your soul.

      I do especially like that the female comes across as both regal and savage.

  37. Lee Strangely Avatar
    Lee Strangely

    Another Story From the Bloody Typewriter
    by Lee Strangely

    He was slipping.

    Clickity-clack.

    He was running thin.

    Clickity-clack.

    He needed its help.

    Clickity-clack. DING!

    Sitting in his chair in the dark, the keys pounded away in the back of his mind. His fingers twitched and jumped with the sound. He grabbed one hand with the other, hoping to stop them. They knew the sound, the one he wanted to forget.

    He hadn’t written anything in weeks. Outside, the wind wasn’t howling, it was crying; it shouted at the author to write something, anything. His stagnation, and the incessant sound, agitated him greatly.

    He marched his way down the hall and threw open the study door. His silhouette loomed in the opening. At the tip of the author’s shadow, just barely in the light, sat the typewriter with a single letter-key, jittering, itching to go.

    As he glared, it slowly began to slam letters into the paper.

    “H-E… W-A-S… S-L-I-P-P-I-N-G…”

    Though it was away from him for so long, it still had some energy left to make an attempt.

    “Don’t,” he growled, stepping forward.

    A couple lines down it continued, “H-E, W-A-S, R-U-N-N-I-N-G… T-H-I-N…”

    “Stop, right, now.”

    It continued to type steadily, even as the author began stomping his way closer.

    “STOP!” he shouted, “I… don’t… need… you!”

    “H-E, N-E-E-D-E-D, I-T-S… H-E-L-P”

    In a blind rage, he slammed his fist into the keyboard, then yelped in pain. He saw his now bloodied hand to find several puncture marks along the side of it. The typewriter’s keys repeatedly jolted, trying to return to normal as the needles within them remained stuck out. The author’s blood pooled in the massive dent left in the machine, trickling along the broken keys and gears.

    For a moment, he actually felt somewhat proud…

    But only for a moment.

    The blood quickly drained away, deeper into its mechanisms. As it did so, every part, piece, and covering began forcibly straightening themselves out, while groaning like an old man.

    To his horror it was soon operational again, picking up where it left off and dinging upon finishing its work.

    At the bottom it read, “He then submitted.”

    1. Nice! This makes me a tad bit worried about your mental health, but it was an enjoyable read! I am currently struggling with my own book, so I can (very loosely) relate to this mc. Also, you mentioned that this was part of a bloody typewriter series, I am fairly new here and have never seen any of them before. Would you mind sharing a link to some more?

    2. Sniperaxiom Avatar
      Sniperaxiom

      Omg I love possessed, cursed, or evil, sentient objects! They are super interesting! I think it’s really interesting how you use the typewriter and the author to relate to the “story” part of this prompt. I also just find the idea of a obsessive, living typewriter that feeds on blood (by my assumption) really wacky.
      Boy is this thing going to be mad when laptops get invented-. Anyways great job!

    3. Shinigamma Avatar
      Shinigamma

      First part was pretty relatable. You have the mood, you have your pen and paper… and yet you have no idea what to write. The only thing you forgot is the narrator scrolling mindlessly through Instagram while the paper stays blank.

      I really love the atmosphere you build up here. The anaphora at the beginning builds up the narrator’s desperation, and then when the typewriter begins to write, you really feel the chills from recognising its work.

      What I really love though, is that, aside from taking a little of his blood, the typewriter doesn’t do anything particularly monstrous within this piece. I feel like there is much more to this typewriter than what we can see, and I’m looking forward to the next story.

      Thank you for this great piece, and well done!

    4. I agree with the other commenter. I love a cursed object and one that fulfills the job of writer? Yes please! Also quite enjoyed the dashes to insinuate the typing indicator. I used to have an old one and remember the sound of the keys slamming down on the paper. It is quite visceral and I can also compare the ending to someone in the same vein using drugs in order to write. Picture it. “He then submitted.” I can see this story working with someone who uses drugs or alcohol in order to write, trying to quit only to ‘submit’ to it again. Either way, that is my little thought. Nice short!

    5. It’s neat to see the typewriter comeback, though it somewhat hard to appreciate when my main emotion reading this is worry, obviously not for you being controlled by a malicious pointy pile of gears and keys, but about your mental state and feelings about writing. like I don’t read this and think you having a blast writing it. It’s clever as all hell and a great callback to a previous story written here, but it does not read like it was fun to write. if that makes sense

    6. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      Well, you know I loved the first Bloody Typewriter story, and reading a follow up of it makes the whole concept even more terrifying and amazing. And I’ll say I prefer the formatting play in this one. Maybe it is that you didn’t feel the need to explain and just went with it – and that is incredibly fitting for the tone of the story -, and maybe it is because it makes me wonder what has happened in the time that passed between each story… which is a terrifying prospect.

      But I just love how powerful that image is, and how well you wield it. The Bloody Typewriter is certainly a dangerous artifact, but I can see why the writer keeps it. After all, who wouldn’t want to have such a thing, for when the creative juices run dry? And oiling it up in one’s own blood might not be such a steep price..

      I really like how when the typewriter starts typing the story we already have read it makes me feel like the writer has absolutely no control over it anymore. The ending is a perfect punctuation for it, but the outcome was already fated. Or, more precisely put, it was already written.

      Amazing story! Thanks a lot for writing it!

  38. The Hunt
    By Vex

    You have heard about it, the creature that destroys. Everywhere it goes, it would spread fire and death. You know of its strength, how within a blink of an eye, it can kill you. All those around you dare not face it, preferring to huddle in fear, magnifying its persona to heights no being could ever reach. Some claims go so far as to say that they are as large as trees and have strength enough to crush boulders. But you know the truth. You know their conniptions are false, for you have killed them before. These creatures are not strong or tall, they are small and weak. They are careless creatures and you have killed some before, yet no one shows you respect? What do you do then? Do you let their claims of fraudulence go unchallenged? No! You hunt more and bring the spoils home. Some still doubt you, but as you bring more and more home, they begin to believe. They join in your hunts and all uncertainties vanish. There really are pathetic creatures. You hunt and hunt, until you are recognized as the leader. You are confident, so you hunt. This time however, it was different. The creatures were alert. No matter, they are still weak. All you had to do was attack. You crouch under the grass with your pride and inch ever so slowly towards the prey. Then, thunder roared through the cloudless sky, and fire flashed out from your prey. Your comrades collapse all around you, bleeding and twitching. Your shoulder bleeds profusely, and you smell your own blood. Holding still, the creatures approached. They go to each of your comrades and blast fire in their heads. One by one they stop moving, one by one they die. What did you have to prove? Why couldn’t you have let the legends live? By now, one of the monsters arrived in front of you. He points a black stick at you, and in return you lunge. You lunge only to be met, with fire.

    1. J. J. Peterson Avatar
      J. J. Peterson

      This was a very good story! You had me fooled until half way through, thinking the main character was a human and the beasts animals – then I realized the main character was a lion and the beasts human. This was clever and well done and made the story intriguing. It was an interesting choice to write in 2nd person – it gave it the feel of an adventure story (which is fine). It might have made more sense to right in first person though, for I (and most humans) find it hard to read the word ‘you’ and imagine a ourselves a lion. Though you had gone a good ways to convincing me by the end. I just think you should either commit to hiding the fact that the main character is a lion, or writing in 2nd person. When you do both you have me imaging a human for the first half and then try and convince me I’m a lion the second half. I believe you could pull either one off, but both together is hard. Anyway, you did a great job and that rambling is not really just about a small thing. It is a great story.

      1. Thanks for the review! I wrote this story to try out writing in second person, so it was uncomfortable for me to write that way. I think that writing this story in first person would have been better, that way it wouldn’t run into the problem you mentioned about me trying to convince the reader half-way through that they are a lion.

    2. WriterOfThought Avatar
      WriterOfThought

      You bring forth a fun and interesting concept! Your pace is very well executed, but separating out paragraphs would definitely help.

      I do enjoy watching the hunter being hunted. The reveal of the guns is very neat.

      Just separating out the paragraphs will bring your flow up a good deal!

      1. Honestly, I struggle separating paragraphs. Thanks for the review!

    3. Lee Strangely Avatar
      Lee Strangely

      This is really well done! I like the way everything is described, with good blend of heavy vagueness and a sort of mythic “advanced science can look like magic” style of storytelling. The descriptions of things like the black stick that shoots fire reminds me of a similar (albeit slightly more comedic) description an old history teacher of mine used when talking about the Conquistadors in South America. It all makes for a very uniquely written snapshot into the world of hunters from the animal’s perspective. The only thing issue I see here, if any, is the paragraph formatting. It’s highly recommended you split things up a little, rather than smooshing it all into one dense paragraph.

      1. Thank you for the review! I’ll try to fix the paragraph issue. I tend to forget to add spaces!

    4. Berith Quinn Avatar
      Berith Quinn

      It’s interesting to see that someone else had a similar idea in approaching the prompt. I definitely do like how you described the firearms. Admittedly, at first my mind raced to magic, but then it clicked that it was a human with a rifle. It’s easy to forget that things we can take for granted can look rather different from another creature’s point of view.

      My only negative criticism is that the piece is just one paragraph. Breaking it up into smaller paragraphs would not only be easier on the eyes, but can dramatically change the pacing. But otherwise I loved this piece.

      1. Thank you!

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