Writing Group: When Time Came Knocking (PRIVATE)

Knock knock, Crocodiles and White Rabbits! 

Who’s there, you ask? Who do you think? The one who’s always there. Stepping in rhythm to everything you do. Every action you take. Every word you say. Always lurking. Always hurting. Always healing. Always ticking. Because…

This week’s Writing Group prompt is:

When Time Came Knocking

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I’m quite aware of who submitted this prompt, and why…because I submitted it! Time is one of my characters and I wanted to write a particular scene when he shows up at another character’s house. Of course, due to this, that is the first place my mind goes to with this prompt: the living embodiment of Time literally knocking at the door. You could explore how you yourself might give human form to time—Is your version of time Father Time, a small child, or rather the attractive lady next door? Perhaps your character has been literally running from time for a long time, and just when they think they’ve gotten away…there’s a knock at their door. Or you might choose a different embodiment. Could your Time be a dog, or cat playing with history as if it were a chew toy, or ball of yarn? Is your Time a clockwork being who ticks and clicks in addition to knocking? 

You could take this in a more symbolic way. Perhaps the neighbor dog pawing at your character’s door isn’t the literal embodiment of time, but when the newspaper it carries tells your character they need to get out of town, the symbolism is there. Maybe the attractive lady knocking on the door is perfectly ordinary, but her knock tells your character it’s finally time to ask her out. Time could mean many things. We often call death “our time.” This prompt could easily refer to death knocking. Is your character appalled, thinking they had more time on this earth? Or do they meet death with a gentle nod, understanding it is, in fact, their time? But it doesn’t have to be so sinister. Perhaps the “time” the prompt refers to is an event your character was really excited for, and the “knock” (friends knocking on the door, ready to join them, perhaps?) is met with joy. Anything your character might say “it’s time” for—they might realize “it’s time” for a change, or “it’s time” to go. 

There are other, simpler uses of time too. Perhaps a teenager is playing games, and their parent knocks on the door to tell them it’s dinnertime. Even a time limit in said video game could work as time knocking. You could write about something as ordinary as an elementary kid struggling with their times tables, or a barista looking forward to their shift ending. An appointment one is dreading certainly often feels like time is knocking if. Someone who is very busy and never feels like they have enough time might constantly feel as though time is knocking. Perhaps the message of that story would be the opposite of most: they must learn they have more time than they think. 

There are many different types of knocks as well. I’ve talked about knocks at a door, and haven’t even explored all the uses there—what about trap doors? Knocking on the walls?—but you could write about other knocks. What about knocking on wood? What might Time need luck for? Or does time send the sound of knocking throughout a character’s life as a warning—something like “the bell tolls for thee”? One might consider a simple “tick tock” a knock of sorts. Someone sitting in a quiet room, hearing the ticking clock, might believe it to be an incessant knocking. The chimes of a grandfather clock, or the cuckcoos of a cuckoo clock could function in this way too. Cinderella hearing the dings of the midnight bell, trying to leave the castle before they finish chiming certainly fits this prompt. …You could even use a nock pun as we watch time getting their bow ready, much like Eros/Cupid might. 

Time knocking could easily be interpreted as the consequences of one’s actions catching up to them. The tyrant controls the kingdom for a long time, but eventually the rebels reach his door. A thief is finally caught. A lie finally is exposed. In the movie Mirror Mirror, the Evil Queen’s mirror is constantly telling her magic comes with a price. Even though she doesn’t know what the price is, she insists she will pay it. In the end of the movie, the price is that she turns into an old lady. Age and ugliness are her greatest fears, and this is a terrible fate to her. In this case, this is time knocking in two ways: the price of magic coming back to bite her, and literal age catching up to her. 

Speaking of a character getting aged up in a moment, perhaps you could write about something like Sophie from Howl’s Moving Castle. Perhaps your character experiences time knocking in a spell cast on them that ages them up, ironically, before their time. Or perhaps an ordinary orphaned child feels they have to grow up too fast to take care of themselves? What happens when time comes knocking at, well…the wrong time? 

A sillier use of this prompt could be something inanimate that represents time—like a clock—getting up and walking to the door. Perhaps you want to write about a world of living inanimate objects, and the clock knocks on the hammer’s door to say that’s quite enough noise…only for the hammer to retort that the clock has been chiming every hour for the past week! 

My technical challenge for you this week is to use rhythm and/or onomatopoeia to help the vibes of your piece come across more clearly. If you want to create a sense of foreboding, perhaps you want to put a literal knocking onomatopeia throughout your piece—create the feeling that something is coming. If you want to create the feeling of aggravation, perhaps you want to use a ticking onomatopoeia a little too much. If you want to show excitement, perhaps you want to use a fast rhythm in your wordings to convey this. If you want to show a character waiting, maybe you want a rhythm of sentences that is long and drawn out. (My fragments + anaphora in my intro sentence above could be considered as a ticking of sorts!) 

My content challenge is to pick something other than death to write about. While a fitting use of the prompt, death seems like one of the most obvious choices. Get creative! Pick something a little more outside the box! Especially as I may be dealing with the death of a family member of my own very soon, I would certainly appreciate more wholesome and wacky takes on the prompt myself this week. 

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!

I am sorry about this. But I won’t be relegated to the background anymore. It is your time. You must come with me. Whether you come quietly is your choice.

—Kaylie 

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21 responses to “Writing Group: When Time Came Knocking (PRIVATE)”

  1. Weathered By Time (Chronicles of The Dragon)
    By Makokam

    Artemis walked by the alter, picking up a honey cake as she went. She took a bite as the worshiper who’d made the offering watched, wide eyed. She stopped and looked at them. “These are excellent. Did you add coconut?”

    The girl was too stunned to answer.

    Artemis licked the crumbs from her fingers. “Thank you. You can take the rest with you.”

    Leaving the girl to collect her offering and return to her friends, Artemis exited the temple. She gazed across the city for a few moments, before deciding to go home.

    Her old family home sat on a small island, that long ago held a temple to Artemis. She, and her family, had been followers of the previous Artemis, before she had taken on her mantle. That had been a thousand years ago. Or was it twelve hundred years? Fifteen hundred?

    Time really was a thing only mortals kept track of.

    She noticed a young woman in the yard, putting clothes on the line, as she entered the family home. Inside, a woman with grey hair was preparing a meal. She looked up from her work as Artemis entered and smiled. “Aris! It’s been a long time.”

    Artemis smiled. “It can’t have been that long, Sophie, you look as I remember. It’s nice to hear my old name again though.”

    Sophie laughed, “I don’t know if I should be sad that I’m so old you can’t see me aging, or happy I look the same at 60 as I did at 50.”

    Artemis blinked. “Has it really been a decade?”

    “It has. That’s Callianthus outside.”

    “Little Calli? I was worried that I was losing track of time, but I hadn’t thought it was this bad.” Artemis fell into a chair. “I’m worried I might be losing myself as well.”

    “You should stay for dinner then. Might help remind you who you are.”

    Callianthus opened the door. “Did I see Aunt Aris?”

    “You did,” Artemis said.

    Callianthus ran over and hugged her.

    Aris smiled, and looked over her great grand-niece. “Would you like to go hunting with me?”

    1. This is such a good take on the prompt! I totally forgot that the deities in your world are more like titles that can be passed on to others. This on it’s own is such a compelling idea and I think you did a really fun job of letting us know this throughout the story, starting off with how casual Artemis was with her worshippers and leading to someone who was close to her in her previous life.

      You also did an amazing job at showing the downside of immortality. I don’t think it’s possible to not lose yourself when you’re that old. So much of humanity and what we do with it is because of how short our lives are. Add to that, time seeming to move faster as you get older and decades would begin to seem like weeks and even days. And once humans seem to flicker in and out of being in what seems to you like days, it’s kinda over. You’re going to see them as separate beings.

      I do like how her family is trying to at least hold that off. Which makes the ending that much cuter.

      Awesome story! Thanks for sharing!

  2. “Hey the 70’s called”
    By: Boople

    ‘haha, very funny buts the jackets not leaving’

    Stan sent that text with a defiant huff, as if that would emphasize his point from the other side of the screen. He put his phone down on the table and resumed his dinner, but before he could delete another portion of TV microwave dinner Stan heard an unexpectedly rhythmic knock at the door.

    As he walked on over he heard the bounce of a funk bass softly rattle the area around his front door. Through the cracks he saw shifting neon beams, and with curiosity defeating caution he flung open the entrance.

    Artificial smoke swallowed the room followed by the smell of weed, neon light diffused through it and made its way to bounce right back off of the stranger. Chunky heels, wide tasseled pants, thick glasses, and a disco ball for a head.

    “How’s it hangin’ homeslice, slap me some skin.”

    Stan’s hand seemed possessed as he watched it do some incredible choreography, to which it was rewarded with a cramp.

    “So I think you can guess why I’m here.”

    “No, what? Who are you? Where is the music coming from?” Stan backed away from the stranger, almost falling backwards on his diner.

    “To answer both those questions, The 70’s. Now where’s my jacket?”

    “Your jacket!?”

    “Yea, I called your pal to let you know I want it back.”

    “No man, that’s MY Jacket! I got it from my dad!”

    “And where do you think he got it from homie?” Somehow the glasses in front of his obscenely reflective face raised an eyebrow.

    “What the hell is happening!” Stan continued fumbling backwards

    “Broski I just want m-”

    The 70’s was interrupted by a desperate attempt from Stan to do damage. He grabbed the nearest thing and flung it forward. As it left his fingertips, he realized his mistake.

    “Aww sweet, thanks man, peace!”

    After getting what he came for, the 70’s and the jacket disappeared in a burst of glitter, leaving the smell of disappointment and weed.

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

      Oh my gosh, this is GLORIOUS.

      I think I may have mentioned this on a stream before, but it is rather hard for a written format to make me laugh out loud, and this story made me laugh out loud *multiple times*! (Edit: It made me laugh more while writing this review!)

      I freaking love the use of the expression “the 70s called, they want their jacket back” to make an actual story personifying the 70s. Absolute chef’s kiss on both the idea and the execution.

      “Stan sent that text with a defiant huff, as if that would emphasize his point from the other side of the screen.”
      –Love this. Also relatable.

      “Stan heard an unexpectedly rhythmic knock at the door.”
      –Love this description. It’s so easy to hear and makes the story feel more alive, even before the hilarity goes down.

      The description of all the 70s stuff is just fantastic. Again, so vivid and easy to visualize, and so full of character.

      “How’s it hangin’ homeslice, slap me some skin.”
      –THIS! This is the first thing that first made me laugh. I love it so much.

      “Stan’s hand seemed possessed as he watched it do some incredible choreography, to which it was rewarded with a cramp.”
      –Every part of this sentence just got better. The presence of the 70s making it so he’ll do a wacky fistbumb, the description of it being incredible choreography, and then the slam dunk of a sentence ender of “to which it was rewarded with a cramp” incredible.

      “To answer both those questions, The 70’s.”
      –Amazing.

      “After getting what he came for, the 70’s and the jacket disappeared in a burst of glitter, leaving the smell of disappointment and weed.”
      –Glorious

      I got a little confused at the end because I assumed he was *wearing* the jacket in the scene, but that could just be on me!

      Thank you for brightening my evening with this heckin masterpiece!!

      1. I am so glad you enjoyed it! this is far and away the most detailed review I have received, to which I am both honored and surprised by. I am glad to have made you laugh but I am absolutely beaming at everything you’ve said here, Thank you Anti I truly appreciate the time.

  3. Norman Gray Avatar
    Norman Gray

    A Friend of Ben’s
    By Norman Gray

    Time.

    It flows like rain trickling down a rooftop, every drop collecting into a cascade, slowly washing away all that it touches…

    Perhaps even the continuum needs a bit of patchwork, once in awhile. But, I’m no roofer. I’m a historian. I take great pride in studying humanity’s tale, and understanding every step that brought us to here and ‘now.’ It was during my visit to the Palace of Westminster, when ‘now’ eluded me; the continuum had begun to erode, and time’s collective storm started seeping through…

    I was in the tower, when Ben tumbled through the cracks of continuity. We’ve been falling ever since. History was forgetting itself, and I was putting down buckets, frantically trying to catch every drip:

    A Kalashnikov retrieved from the hands of Agamemnon.

    Drip…

    A petrol-powered boat, beached within Napoleon’s borders.

    Drip…

    A strange blinking box labeled ‘TechCore Voltris’, who’s place and purpose I’ve yet to guess, though it hardly takes a historian to know that it was best not left in the possession of Genghis Khan…

    Drip… Drip… Drip.

    I had to set things right. What else could I do? Sit idly by as my life’s work was undone? But the ‘buckets’ were overflowing, as I crammed the halls of Westminster with anachronistic artifacts. I had to return these items to their proper place, when time allowed…

    There was always time.

    Yet, there was never time enough.

    Where Ben would land, I never knew. He seemingly moved with purpose, volition; chasing down the missing pieces, the hands of his four faces spinning like propeller blades, pushing and pulling the tower through the spaces between time…

    People whispered of the traveling clock tower, and the man residing within. I became the most important person in history… Without me, what was history?

    And yet, I was insignificant.

    I know my place; it is not in the past, or the distant future. I do my best to leave few traces of my presence behind, and to never forget:

    Wherever I am, I never was.

    Who am I, you ask?

    Oh, nobody… Just a friend of Ben’s.

    1. This is neat as all hell. this story kind of just, happened, which I think fits the vibe perfectly of time being wonky. I like the idea of a historian falling through what I imagine shattered time trying to clean up a catastrophe, it’s really cool and a simple bit of connection like that easily can hook me. I must admit I am missing concrete details, like there’s a lot that super floaty and metaphorical which I imagine is what you were going for, so yay you. but I would still like to have a clearer picture.

      Thank you for your story!

  4. Sleeper
    By MasaCur

    “Isaiah, phone for you,” Tracy said.

    Isaiah nodded and reached over to the phone on his desk, grabbing the handset, and clicking on the flashing button. “Hello. Isaiah Montross speaking.”

    “Hello, Isaiah. This is Nadine calling from Kendricks Appliances. We are calling because you are listed on our contact sheet for a client regarding us sending out a service call on a dishwasher.”

    Isaiah froze. He wasn’t sure when he would get this call. It had been fourteen years since he had been planted in this cover identity. Fourteen years of waiting, of maintaining the facade of this existence. He wasn’t even sure that this call was ever going to come after a while.

    “Isaiah, are you still there?” Nadine asked.

    “Yes, sorry. I am.”

    “You were listed as a contact for a John Peterson. Do you know John Peterson?”

    “I do.”

    “We have a message for him. Someone can be by to fix his dishwasher between noon and four tomorrow afternoon. Can you pass that message on for us?”

    Isaiah took a deep breath. “Yes, I understand. I will let John know as soon as possible.”

    “Have a good day.”

    Isaiah opened the bottom drawer of his desk, and pulled up the false bottom. Lying inside was a pistol with a suppressor attached and two magazines inside..

    “Tracy, do you have an up to date list of the attendees for tomorrow’s lunch meeting?” Isaiah asked.

    “It should be in the e-mail sent yesterday.”

    Isaiah pulled open the e-mail and his eyes shot to one name on the list. Duty called.

    ———————-

    “I’d like to welcome our distinguished special guest, the Minister of Commerce for the nation of Cradova, Dmitri Brimic. As you know, our government has recently signed a trade agreement with Cradova. I hope that this union will prove fruitful for both our nations.”

    Everyone around the table rose to clap. Everyone except Isaiah. Isaiah instead reached into his waistband and withdrew the handgun and raised it.

    There was a scream.

    “Long live the Milinoc Independence Coalition!” Isaiah announced. He fired twice.

  5. Glaceon373 Avatar
    Glaceon373

    An Epilogue of Sorts (Students of the DiamondBridge Academy universe)
    by Carrie (Glaceon373)

    “And… done!” Sam collapsed onto a park bench illuminated by an old street lamp.

    “I sense it’s time to file our follow-up report?” asked the voice on the other end of Sam’s earpiece.

    “Yup. Something like: ‘We regret to inform you that your brand-new security system for your impulse-purchase imperial topaz has zero sensors on the roof, so…’”

    There was a quiet crinkle of plastic as Sam removed the small bag from her pocket. The little topaz was the color of a perfect sunset, its splendor still unmistakable in the dimly-lit park.

    “… should we add that ‘1234’ is a bad password for their entire mansion’s surveillance network?”

    Roselyn’s laugh rang out through the earpiece. “I can’t believe I forgot that! Throwing that in with SO much sarcasm.”

    As Roselyn clicked away on her keyboard a hundred miles away, Sam turned the topaz in her hand.

    “Hey, Rose?”

    “Yeah?”

    “Think they’d let us keep the topaz?”

    “Not if we want to get paid.”

    “It’s your favorite color. Maybe we could get it in a ring, or necklace, or something?”

    “Why’d you say ‘ring’ first?” Roselyn asked with an audible smile.

    “It’s the perfect size for it. Why?”

    The keyboard noises stopped. “Sam.”

    “What?”

    “How old are you?”

    “Oh, god, twenty-five?”

    “Right. And how old were you when we started dating?”

    “Fifteen—wait holy hell it’s been ten years?!”

    “Two weeks from tomorrow, yes, when we’re going to Amaryllic Falls.”

    “Wait—”

    “We also literally live together, do pseudo-crimes together, just bought a puppy together, and I asked you for your ring size two months ago.”

    Sam turned a bright shade of red.

    “What I’m saying is: I’ve got it covered.”

    “But—but now I’ve gotta get a ring for you!” Sam yelled. “And plan a proposal speech! And I’ve got this topaz right here!”

    “Please don’t actually steal the topaz.”

    “Fine, we’ll get paid, and I’ll use my winnings to get you a kickass ring.”

    “And I’ll use mine to plan the wedding.”

    “Deal.”

    “Deal.”

    There was a moment of quiet before the two of them burst out laughing yet again.

    1. Lee Strangely Avatar
      Lee Strangely

      In the past there have been stories from different people that since they had the word limit to deal with, couldn’t heavily explain an event or a character’s past. The story would need the benefits of the event but said event couldn’t necessarily be included. These stories got away with that thanks to being able to communicate history between character just by how the acted acted. Even though done stuff like this myself I always kinda wondered how exactly stuff like that could be achieved in only a few mere words. Reading this story, I realized because in the end we didn’t necessarily need to know about ‘it,’ but rather how the character felt about ‘it’ (sort of like the briefcase in Pulp Fiction). the character hear have very strong personalities and a dynamic that further bolsters them. Sam and Roselynn’s interactions here feel very real and quite wholesome, and were overall fun to read. This piece was very well written! Great job!

    2. This is such a cute story! There’s so much fun in the dialogue and you’re able to get a pretty solid idea of what’s going on from it. The 1234 actually did get a genuine chuckle out of me as well.

      They do come across very genuine in how they talk to each other which makes their dynamic very endearing, which really drives the story. And of course the engagement talk was done so well. It was both adorable and entertaining as Sam realized the significance of the trip.

      All in all, a very fun read! Excellent take on the prompt!

  6. Lee Strangely Avatar
    Lee Strangely

    The Complete Edition of Wachlesty V. Reedmor’s “The Hour Hand”
    presented by Lee Strangely

    Publisher’s note: Reedmor’s magnum opus “The Hour Hand” was largely thought to be forever left incomplete (and originally published as such), but with the help of the late author’s great, great, great grandson, thrice removed, the manuscript has finally been completed.

    Looking back at my own reflection in the cold mirror, I knew I wasn’t like other people. To those who may not know, you can call me [add name here later].*

    It all changed when I finally noticed it that day.

    There comes a knock when you’re born. You don’t realize it’s there at the start.

    I felt my chest. My door knocked loud and hard. The time drew near to soon answer that door. Opening the door, I knew that face. The hands that then suddenly grabbed me were that of Time.

    I looked into his infinite eyes, and he into mine.

    In this, he didn’t see the knife in my hand. I plunged it in.

    I didn’t realize until it was too late.

    I was killing Time.

    Fin.**

    *Editor’s note: name was originally [placeholder] in the first edition, but was changed due to copyright issues.

    **Editor’s note: the original, intended ending was thought to be completely lost until the section was rediscovered in an earlier draft found in someone’s gutter. Until now, it was hotly debated whether it in fact ended with “the end” or “that’s all folks.”

    Note from Reedmor’s estate: Reedmor considered this story to be autobiographical, drawing heavily from real events.

    Editor’s note: Reedmor was known to take copious amounts of drugs… Which his estate will vehemently deny.

    Note from Reedmor’s estate: Reedmor had never, nor would ever take drugs.

    Editor’s note: Reedmor’s estate is ran by idiots.

    Note from Reedmor’s estate: the editor is a hack.

    Editor’s note: dimwits…

    Note from Reedmor’s estate: dipstick…

    Publisher’s note: the original publishing house responsible for editing and translating the story unfortunately went under before the story could be published. We apologize for releasing it in this state, as we were under the impression that the notes were a part of the story…

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    i-prefer-the-term-antihero

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    1. Arith_Winterfell Avatar
      Arith_Winterfell

      Another beautiful, and striking story! I love the descriptions of the personifications of time. The eyes like fury, hair like ghosts. Through out this story you use such powerful and vivid descriptions. Grip harsh and cold, voice fervent and dangerous. You can really feel the Kronos’s passion, threateningness, and power! Secondly, its fascinating that Kronos wants Victor for his brutality and willingness to do anything for results. It strikes as such a contrast against Victor’s desire to not be cruel. I also thought it was really interesting how time could have sought out Victor in the future, but chose THIS Victor and this point in time. It will be interesting to see in the future what Victor is willing to do to the girl Time in an attempt to “fix” her (whatever that means!). Good story, and good intro into what’s to perhaps come in the future.

    2. Ooooo I really like this one. Interestingly enough what strikes me the most is that this is a young Victor who’s still in his studies. If Kronos has access to all of time and therefore all future and past versions of Victor, why would he choose him at this point in time. I can’t help but to think it’s a blend of what Victor is capable of doing a this point, and how easy it would be to manipulate him into doing what Kronos wants.

      There was something that seemed very… uncomfortable about this story and I realized it was the lack of the other Time’s agency. Kronos just says she needs to be fixed by any cruel means necessary and that she’s a monster because Kronos says so. And the fact that he specifically mentions that Victor is willing to destroy himself to get the results he wants, it gives you a good idea of how far he wants Victor to go to “fix” the girl. That he doesn’t even say what’s wrong with her either just adds to that feeling of… ‘this is wrong’.

      Victor’s reactions to this also adds to that feeling. You can tell that he acknowledges that he can be cruel, but he doesn’t see himself that way. And having Kronos just blatantly say it like that is a bit of a mindtrip for the poor guy. That can’t be easy to know that someone needs something cruel and brutal done, they have access to literally everyone in history, and they choose you.

      To quote a wise man, “That’s rough, buddy.”

      Needless to say, I absolutely loved this take on the prompt. Your world is always so interesting and I find myself wanting to know more each time.

      Thanks for sharing!

    3. FUCK I LOVED THIS. Kronos is OOZING with character, his bluntness, his dominance, the pressure he exerts in 350 (or less) words is phenomenal. and the sentence ““She’s sick,” Kronos said like the world was too.” is SO NICE. This story far and away is my favorite that I’ve read from you, and I would say the blame is squarely on the way you wrote Kronos and his dialogue. I could gush for a while on this so I’ll stop.

      If there is anything I could critique it’s just by comparison Victor is quite shallow until the very end, given the only thing he seems to say is ‘I’m not qualified’ + his excuses for such. I like the “I can’t even fix myself.”, but I feel it comes late to make his character feel more solid. this also could just be because I like your Kronos so much, who knows.

      THANK YOU FOR THE STORY!

    4. So, I feel like Kronos is the Villain of this story. And if notbthe Villain, then he seems a “universal antagonist” of sorts. Which makes sense, honestly. Who among us ISN’T fighting against time?

      That said…

      How DARE he do my girl dirty like that. The only problem here is his attitude! She is Time, just as you are, sir[disrespectfully], as much as Victor is Death. Frankly, I’d like to see the third aspect of time decide you’re making everyone miserable and direct your future somewhere very unpleasant. [Bites thumb at him]

      I agree with Marx, I kept feeling like Kairos was about to say something…only for her to do nothing. I can see there just wasn’t room for a third participant in this particular conversation, but it does give the impression she has been, in some way, bound and gagged.

      It makes me sad because, despite seeing them seemingly getting along in a couple other stories, I feel like this is how she ends up locked away in an “asylum” in that other story.

      Despite what Kronos said, I don’t feel like he actually has access to everyone in all of time. I mean, he does, but I don’t think anyone but another incarnation could hope to contain her. And I don’t think any other incarnation wouldn’t just wait for Kronos to leave and then send Kairos on her way. And I don’t think it actually has anything to do with brutality or ruthlessness that he chose Victor at this point. I think only the Victor of this time and place would accept this task, out of a desire to prove himself. For recognition. And a desire to explore what being an incarnation will let him get away with.

      In short, I don’t think Kronos had a choice. I think he wanted Kairos out of his hair, to be nice in my phrasing, and dumped her on the only version of the only person that would and could go along with his request.

      I’m gonna write wholly inaccurate fanfiction about Kairos just so she can have a good time.

      There will be cake and ice cream.

  8. And Now That Dream Has Gone From Me
    By Marx (Overly Familiar: Apocalypse #4)

    He watched His dream with new eyes. He could feel the change in the air. He’d been tasked with overlooking the dream that everyone else saw as reality for as long as He could remember. And it had grown… tiring. Knowing it would come to an end was a relief He couldn’t describe.

    Speaking of which…

    He turned around as He felt the two approaching Him. To the left was Death, the beginning of the end. And to right was Death’s horseman, the end of the end.

    They both glared at Him with the black voids that were their eyes, broken only by the blinding white of their irises.

    He turned away from them, looking at His dream once more. “It… is beautiful, is it not? The worlds… the universes… all the souls that reside within them… whether they be spiritual or Earthbound…

    “Just…

    “Beautiful…

    “I know I’ve put you both in an unenviable position and you might think of me harshly, but–“

    The horseman’s scythe had swung before He’d even realized it was summoned.

    It was over that quickly.

    The dreamer of the dream was dead.

    Reality itself shuddered with that truth.

    Death laughed.

    Her horseman raised an eyebrow.

    “Apologies, my beloved. He just… really hated being interrupted.” Death cleared her throat after she’d finished with her laughter. “Anyway, you may resume.”

    With a roll of his eyes, her horseman focused on the corpse beneath him.

    The final seal was broken.

    An ominous mist rose from his weapon and then everything that remained of Him was drawn into the horseman like a magnet.

    Death watched as her fated mate inhaled deeply, the very universe expanding and contracting with his breath. Another laugh escaped her lips. “It looks good on you.”

    Her horseman opened his eyes and stared at his scythe with a frown. “I take no joy in this.”

    “This isn’t about joy or sorrow, my love. Leave those to the mortals. This is about what must be done and your control over it.”

    He nodded and his scythe misted once more. “Let’s get to work then.”

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      Ooooh Bob’s death!! I don’t know what I was expecting, but I wasn’t expecting this!!

      What’s the title a reference to? It’s pretty, and very fitting, regardless!

      “He watched His dream with new eyes. He could feel the change in the air.”
      –This is such a beautiful way to begin the story. It doesn’t feel ominous, like death is coming–much less the death of God himself–rather something very peaceful, like the seasons changing. Which I think is exactly the intent.

      “To the left was Death, the beginning of the end. And to right was Death’s horseman, the end of the end.”
      –Love the titles

      “They both glared at Him with the black voids that were their eyes, broken only by the blinding white of their irises”
      –Okay…I assumed that their eyes were pure and only black when they were in black mode…can you send me a picture of what they look like?

      “The horseman’s scythe had swung before He’d even realized it was summoned.
      It was over that quickly.
      The dreamer of the dream was dead.
      Reality itself shuddered with that truth.
      Death laughed.”
      –I love the cadence of this and the combination between poetic/mythical and casual/modern language. Feels incredibly fitting.

      “Apologies, my beloved. He just… really hated being interrupted.” Death cleared her throat after she’d finished with her laughter.
      –I love this. Such a fitting end. No grand speech. Just the end.

      I’m curious if this is evil Matt. I feel like normal Matt wouldn’t roll his eyes at that? But maybe I’m just not familiar with how he changes.

      “Death watched as her fated mate inhaled deeply, the very universe expanding and contracting with his breath. Another laugh escaped her lips. “It looks good on you.”
      –This is beautiful and terrifying

      “Leave those to the mortals.”
      –This is a curious line. Because I feel like the Matt I’m familiar with doesn’t particularly distance himself from mortals in such a strong way?

      I’m curious if this apocalypse is only Matt and Death. Like if Laila, Teriana, and Mara are off doing other things while they kill Bob, or if they’re dead in this version of the story

    2. You are really good at this.

      I loved the bit about Him hating to be interrupted. (I think this might be the first time I’ve seen Death laugh.) It does strike me as interesting that He made His own death one of the seals. Or Him needing to die to break it at least. I suppose it just might be a simple thing of as long as he’s alive, he can never get the rest he wants.

      It’s very interestingly written as well, beautiful even. Though, breaking up his half sentences did make me have to confirm that it was still Him speaking each line. … I say that like it took effort, but just going through it, and the lines themselves sounding like something Death or the Horseman might say in disbelief or anger, I did have to specifically look to see if the quotes were being closed.

      I really liked the description of their eyes.

      This is unrelated to the story, but I don’t think I’ve seen much of Death and Matt actually together. And as much as I love Matt with Laila…and or any of his Familiars for that matter, I do really want to see more him with Death. Outside of the strictness of her job, she’s a real sweetie and deserves it. She’s only been waiting for all of existence.

      1. Thank you so much! Now that you mention it, you’re right. I don’t think I’ve actually had Death laugh before. There is a massive character difference between Death how we usually see her and how she is once Matt fully accepts her. It’s probably the only period where she would let her guard down enough to laugh.

        And Bob making himself the last seal is 100% on purpose. He wants to end it all and knows it can’t ever truly end as long as he’s the dreamer.

        I didn’t actually think about how the broken sentences might read as separate dialogue. I’m glad you could still follow it though.

        Lol and I fully agree to be a massive fan of how those eyes look.

        As for more Matt and Death actually together? I’ll try to fit more in. The problem is that for them to truly be together, he has to accept her and that usually means he’s ready for the apocalypse to get kicking. There are ways around that though lol.

        Thanks again for the review!

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