Writing Group: Fueled By Blood

Hello, Blood Benders and Sanguineers!

Oh yes. Your blood is such a lovely shade of red, my dear. Oh you mustn’t run! There’s nowhere to run anyways, because…

This week’s Writing Group prompt is:

Fueled By Blood

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This is a perfect prompt to start off the spooky season. Many stories tell of a cycle of blood, or else a thirst for blood—be it the motives of the villain, a cycle of revenge, or a war a corrupt ruler refuses to stop waging. 

Vampires are likely where most people’s minds will first go. They are very literally fueled by blood as their food source. But there are lots of other creatures, living and undead, who require—or simply desire—blood. You could write about one such creature looking for its next meal, or about what happens when they’re deprived of that necessary fuel. 

Many rituals and experiments require blood. Perhaps you could write about a college student trying to discreetly buy blood for the ritual they’re doing in their dorm room. Or perhaps a necromancer needs blood to power their reanimated corpses. The Black Butler manga has a good example of the latter; one of the characters reanimates corpses, but the corpses require a constant supply of blood in order to keep walking around. It can be difficult to procure the rarer types of blood—and require sinister means.

You could take the prompt more literally. Perhaps you could write about some sort of machine that runs on blood. Maybe a sword can only use its magic abilities when it is drenched in blood. Maybe a special type of car runs on blood instead of gasoline. Perhaps someone’s blood could be put into a gemstone, carrying their life force inside it. 

You could write about some sort of fuel that looks like blood upon first glance. Like how in Crimson Peak the red clay Thomas uses to fuel his machine looks like blood. You could write about how someone is horrified to see another character using blood as fuel…only to realize it’s not blood at all. 

You may be surprised to find that this prompt doesn’t have to be purely gruesome, or negative. One character might sacrifice their life for another, and the second character might keep fighting in order to honor their sacrifice—fueled in their heart by this selfless act. Blood could also refer to a familial bond; someone could be motivated by the blood bond they share with a sibling, parent, child, or other relative.  

Now hold still. And stop screaming. This’ll only hurt a bit.

—Kaylie

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218 responses to “Writing Group: Fueled By Blood”

  1. Culture Shock
    By Demon Nox

    Dear lord this was a bloody mistake, why didn’t mum stop me from going here. Going to the bloody Dragon Continent, what was I thinking? Might as well put my hand in boiling water to warm them up while I’m at it.

    I hate it here, the thick jungle foliage filled with thorns and vines around every corner. Muddy earth trying to suck me in with every step, the Lil buggers hiding in the dark crevices I can’t see. All of them left me a dirty, bootless, cut-up, ragged mess.

    The only mercy the lord seems to have bestowed me here is that I’ve yet to encounter any of the Dragons for which this land is named, nor the savages endemic here. Those blood magic pagans, I get goosebumps just thinking of what they’d do to me. I’d be a fresh blood sausage to those man-eaters, plump and ready to be juiced for all I’m worth.

    I dunno how long it’s been since I got separated from the expedition, that damned beast tearing its way to us less than an hour after disembarking. It’s been about 3 days since then.

    Eventually, I found a village, and it’s just my luck that it’s one of savages. I’m thirsty, hungry, and don’t want to die from infection, so I throw caution to the wind and enter. It didn’t take long to encounter them, the first a young girl. Surprised her next meal presented itself she ran away into the village, to alert the cooks.

    Bracing myself for what’s to come, I close my eyes. But I can’t help myself when I hear a man rush toward me, by the time I could see him he tackled me to the ground. And before I could even scream, a green glow came from the man healing me. The man then roughly grabbed my shoulders, and then began to shout the few words of broken common he knew. “BLOOD!!! PRECIOUS!!!” the man then took a deep breath, “FUELLED BY BLOOD!!!!” and then he walked away calmly.

  2. Samuel Gallew Avatar
    Samuel Gallew

    Humans and Blood
    By Samuel Gallew

    Vasha woke up with a blade against her belly, surrounded by several figures clad in black.

    “Get up!” the apparent leader demanded.

    She obeyed, being driven against the tree she slept under.

    Glancing over, she saw Jake was still sleeping on his pad, despite the attempts to wake him up.

    “You’ve been making quite a few problems lately,” the Leader stated. “Destroying a valuable recipe, putting a roadblock in valuable business, and defacing some important people. If you both wish to live, you’ll pay us back what you lost us.”

    She was frozen in fear, glancing again at Jake’s unconscious form, holding his gun…

    “Will you get him up already?” the Leader demanded.

    As one of the assassins brought out a dagger, Jake rolled, and fired a quick series of shots, taking out three of the assassins before he stood up.

    Vasha used the brief distraction to conjure a frail ward, stopping the blade that almost split her open as she tried to get some distance, and prepare a better ward.

    Jake fired two more shots before a knife sent the powerful weapon into the air, and a storm of blades came down, pulling out a knife of his own, and tried to outmaneuver the deft blades. And while his “ballistic vest” did protect him surprisingly well, he was already bleeding.

    Vasha tried to weave an incantation but was interrupted by another assassin who quickly shredded her ward, forcing her to use all her might in keeping the blade away from her, getting a cut that was slowly growing.

    When her blood spilled, she had to resist all urges that came with it…

    But Jake didn’t.

    With a thunderous bellow, he stopped trying to outmaneuver the assassins, and began to hack and slash in a whirlwind of metal. And like a battlemage fueled with blood magic, he seemed to feel no pain, becoming more and more fervent in his fighting, as if each drop spilled gave him strength.

    But with no other hope in sight, Vasha closed her eyes, letting her bleeding wound ignite.

    And she used her blood magic.

  3. A.W. Blackstone Avatar
    A.W. Blackstone

    Blood Pact Ritual
    By A.W. Blackstone

    Alice was ecstatic. Tonight she became a shamanic priestess. She wasn’t sure what the ritual entailed but after years of study, Alice was ready.

    “Ten minutes until we start!” the mentor announced. Alice hurriedly grabbed her robe and headed to the bathroom to change. She needed to pee. As Alice finished relieving herself, she saw blood on the toilet paper. Blood?! She hadn’t bled in over a year due to her birth control. What should she do?

    I’ll be fine, she thought. I’m not bleeding that much. Even though something about the timing nagged at Alice, she pushed away her anxiety and put on her black robe.

    Alice joined the rest of the priestesses in the circle outside. The mentor moved Alice to the center. “Lay down,” she directed. “You will journey to your deepest fears and release them so you can find freedom.” She began banging a steady rhythm on her drum.

    As Alice fell into the trance, she heard a deep, charismatic voice echo in her mind. “Ah, I’ve finally gotten past your guardian animal spirits.” Alice gasped at the immense power rushing into her. Her left leg and arm started shaking uncontrollably. Alice fought to suppress the energy, but failed. Why was this happening?

    Oh no! she thought. The blood! Blood magic was ten times stronger than normal magic. If you didn’t plan for it, the ritual could go awry.

    “I’m here to help you fulfill your dreams and accomplish anything you desire. All I need is for you to give me a tiny piece… of your heart or brain.” She felt the entity’s energy moving into her chest. The journeys she experienced before were vivid. She had always seen the entity speaking. All she saw this time was darkness.

    “NO!” Alice screamed defiantly into the void of her mind. “I don’t know you. I’m not giving you any part of my body or making a blood pact with you!” A menacing growl erupted from her as the drum rhythm ended, and she finally regained control of her body.

    “The journey is complete,” the mentor croaked aghast.

    1. Samuel Gallew Avatar
      Samuel Gallew

      The whole shaman and animal spirit thing reminds me of my own story that I’ve been writing. Makes me smile seeing similarities.

      I like the story you made here, and I’m interested in the setting this takes place in, whether that’s modern day, or a little earlier in time.

      The menacing growl was definitely interesting, and I’m curious about the word choice of “aghast” at the end there.

      1. A.W. Blackstone Avatar
        A.W. Blackstone

        So this is actually a modern setting but I liked staying general so it could be almost timeless. I have a lot of experience in the witchcraft world and this is an exaggerated version of a true story.
        The use of “aghast” was to express she was terrified by the growl, hence why she croaked when speaking. I was hoping that would come across.

  4. The First Break
    by Lunabear (CW/TW: Vomit, Self-harm, Blood, Suicide)

    Zayn clawed at his empty stomach, and steel talons clawed right back. Bile and acid dueled at the back of his throat.

    How long had he been locked away for? His head spun as he wobbled downstairs, bracing himself hard against the railing. Six, no, seven days. A full week without sustenance or freedom.

    ‘Does she want me to die?’

    Blessedly, the refrigerator came into view. Zayn almost wept as it opened. It was loaded, and he snatched up a bowl of fruit salad.

    Sniffing, it smelled rancid, but it looked ripe. Uncaring, he shoveled down huge handfuls.

    Zayn was doubled over before the bowl shattered to the floor. Horrible retching echoed throughout the mansion. Chunks of fruit and tar-like substance covered the floor, and he swore his stomach was turning inside out. He wanted so desperately to succumb to unconsciousness.

    “Silly boy,” Nikita’s patronizing giggle sounded.

    Pounding heartbeats captured his attention, and he looked up blearily at two men. One was collared in chains.

    “Your dinner is here.” Nikita pushed the unchained man towards Zayn. “This is Leonard. Maybe you will enjoy feeding from men instead of women. You certainly wasted the last four.” She rolled her eyes.

    “Dustin here is letting me feed from his femoral artery.” She yanked his leash. “Right?” He nodded eagerly. Nikita pulled Dustin to his hands and knees and led him away with a backwards finger wave.

    Leonard stripped off his shirt. Zayn gaped and straightened, averting his gaze. “What are you doing?”

    Honey and cayenne aromatized the air.

    Zayn’s eyes went crimson, and his neck snapped around in time to see a razor blade leaving Leonard’s wrist.

    Leonard offered his blood sacrifice. “My veins are your veins.”

    Zayn rushed to staunch the bleeding with Leonard’s discarded shirt. “WHY DID YOU DO THAT??”

    Leonard smiled, his gaze focused and clear. “She said I can be changed. If you drink my blood.”

    “NEVER.”

    The blade scored across Leonard’s carotid, his smile never wavering. Zayn moved the shirt to the hideous wound too late.

    Leonard’s blood drenched Zayn’s shaking hands. Still, he refused to drink.

    1. Ah, I got a weakness for people turning into something else without being fully aware of it. Suddently heing unable to eat normal human food, or live a normal human life…

      It generally does help if someone with a bit more expirience is around, but I feel like poor Zayn isn’t exactly in the best company for a life-changing metamorphosis here.

      I love how you contrasted Zayns desperation and horror with the causal callusness of the others, and Leonards readiness to supply. Can’t fault Zayn for refusing to drink, it IS a bit freaky.

      Good job on the story Luna!!

    2. You know the most interesting thing about this one? I read it wrong at first and thought it was Nikita returning to kill Leonard to force Zayn’s hand but the fact that it was all Leonard’s doing is so much more terrifying. That he wanted to be a vampire so bad that he’s willing to go that far is crazy.

      But you also can’t help but to feel for Zayn. He’s just in this agonizing pain through the entire story. Firstly because of his hunger, then his body’s rejection to human food(which was done amazingly, by the way), and then Leonard basically torturing him both physically and mentally. You feel his despair blended with the hunger. I mean, dude’s gonna die for nothing. That would he horrible.

      The sad thing is I can’t see Zayn holding off for too much longer under these conditions, which makes all those people he refused to eat even worse.

      This is such a powerful story and you know me well, for I was all aboard from beginning to end. Well done!

  5. Norman Gray Avatar
    Norman Gray

    Dragula (CW: Gore)
    By Norman Gray

    Albrecht was close, now.

    He followed their scent, certain that his brethren had yet to be slain, that the hunter had not done away with them.

    The trail brought him to a garage far removed from the city, seemingly abandoned. Within, something awaited. He could sense them; lifeless, soulless. Restless.

    Inside, Albrecht found refrigerators stocked with blood. . . Had the hunter been feeding them?

    There were bookshelves containing surgeon’s documents, detailing vivisections, entailing how to disembowel without killing; how to harvest hearts and circulatory systems, and discard what remained. . .

    Albrecht’s kind were deemed monstrous, for it was their nature to kill, to drink blood. But it took a human to dream up something so twisted, to strive for such malice.

    Then he found a mechanic’s manual. Humanity had once been utterly predictable, but technological advancement had accelerated their thinking, giving them sinister new ideas. The manual was full of schematics, with strange notes scribbled throughout:

    VOLTAGE QUICKENS THE HEARTBEAT
    BLOOD PRESSURE MANIFOLD PRESSURE
    DRIVETRAIN CAN HANDLE MORE POWER
    IT SCREAMS FOR BLOOD
    ROOM FOR ANOTHER HEART
    REDLINE DRAGULA

    A black shape loomed in the corner of the garage. Albrecht had first mistaken it for a coffin, until he noticed the wheels; it was the massive hood of a motorcar, clamped shut with several latches.

    Horrid dread washed over him, as he approached. One by one he opened the heavy latches, and lifted the hood. . .

    Inside, his brethren were waiting.

    Everything was twisted, torn apart, rearranged and stitched back together. No limbs remained. No faces, except for their fanged mouths. A web of arteries, black hearts beating. Eager to die, but unable.

    They screamed for blood.

    “Impressive, no?”

    Albrecht turned, bearing his teeth. Standing behind him, was the vampire hunter.

    “Thought I’d have to chase you down.” He slowly approached, sickle in hand, putrid smelling garlic strung around his neck. “It can handle more power. There’s room for another heart.”

    Albrecht’s pulse quickened, and for the first time in nearly two centuries, he felt something long forgotten. . .

    He remembered the cold embrace of fear.

    1. My gracious, Norman! This is SO good! I really love how you capture the essence and feel of the gothic horror. It oozes atmosphere. It definitely feels like Dracula with a modern twist. I do so love it when the vampire is the least monstrous being in the situation. Because then we get to see how the humans or other creatures going against the vampire get to twist and mangle a lot of their humanity and who they are their core just to obliterate what they see as a monster. Science experiments like this leave me especially icky in one of the best ways.

      I’m not 100% positive, but I do believe that Dragula is a song by Rob Zombie. If that is an unintentional connection, then it’s so great.

      I feel so incredibly awful for Albrecht and their kin. No matter how much of a monster someone thinks someone else is because of their differences, it does not give this hunter the right to do what he did to them. I do appreciate Albrecht pointing that out.

      The grotesque abomination that this hunter stuffed into that motor car is really incredibly described. It is visceral and hard to read, actually. I love it. I don’t know what kind of experiment he’s doing, but it’s very sickening. I can’t even imagine being stuck in between one life and the next, not even aware of anything outside of the pain and needing blood but not having it.

      I also like the subversion that the vampires are humanized while the human is the monster. It also shows how you have two beings here that are fueled by blood. Both are literal, but one takes it further into lust and power. A bloodlust, if you will. Excellent take on the prompt.

      Everything was twisted, torn apart, rearranged and stitched back together. No limbs remained. No faces, except for their fanged mouths. A web of arteries, black hearts beating. Eager to die, but unable. (Everything about this description is top tier. You can feel it and see it. That last line is both morbid and sad, and it breathes tragedy so beautifully.)

      The dialogue is scarce, but you make every word count. This story is very tight and succinct.

      I have only praise for this story. It’s really dark and macabre and deliciously horrendous. I haven’t read any other stories by you, but I will definitely be keeping an eye out for your stories in the future. Magnificent. I cannot wait to see what you post next. Thank you so very much for writing and sharing this one.

      1. Norman Gray Avatar
        Norman Gray

        I’m glad you liked it. You’re far, far too kind.

        There’s a quote from Joseph Conrad that somewhat inspired the theme of this story:

        “The belief in a supernatural source of evil is not necessary; men alone are quite capable of every wickedness.”

        A vampire, by nature, is almost obligated to be violent in order to survive. . . But people can commit all sorts of atrocities purely because they choose to.

        I called the story ‘Dragula’ just because it was fitting. On top of being a Rob Zombie song, I believe it was the name of the car from the T.V. show ‘The Munsters.’

        I don’t know what it says about me, but I seem to have a knack for writing incredibly dark and twisted tales.

    2. Jacob Guillerey Avatar
      Jacob Guillerey

      Man, two times in a row you gave out some wonderfull stories. (because I only read you twice)

      I loved the setting being swapped, as a vampire discovers a human’s den. And the ingenuosity of man in all things.

      I do wonder what’s the purpose of the vampire stack, if it isn’t simply cruelty.

      Man I love reading your texts, even if the plot or setting is a bit banal, the quality of the text itself is sooooo worth it.

  6. The Tribe
    Donovan

    The tribe was strong. That was the first lesson every child had to learn. Before speech, before walking, the tribe was strong.

    What kept the tribe strong was people, people who believed the tribe was strong. People fight for a tribe that’s strong, live for a tribe that’s strong, die for a tribe that’s strong.

    Every person in the tribe believed in the tribe, that’s what made the tribe real. Individuals conglomerated, incorporated into a force greater than themselves. Only through submission could one gain such power.

    The tribe had history and symbols. It had titles and secrets passed down through generations. There was a place for every member, and a member to fill every place.

    The tribe was many, made into one.

    Sand was born into the tribe, and he flowed into every corner of it. Sand whispered in every ear and slept with every soldier. Sand brought comfort to the weary, word to the wise, laughter in times of grief. Sand filled every corner of tribe life, he made cold nights warm, and bad days good. Sand did not weave baskets, darn cloth, hunt game, or feed fires, but he kept the tribe alive. Sand was the spirit, the walking flesh of the idea.

    Sand came to me one night, the day I lost my brother.

    He didn’t take the loss away, that’s a fire I can never light again. But he was there, warm touches and affirmation, regret and consolement all poured out into one cup.

    Sand held the tribe together, and that’s a job I could never do.

    1. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      That is a very interesting way of telling a story. I confess I was a bit lost with the changes in narration scope, specially the one in the end. At first, it contextualizes in a sort of lesson on what the tribe is made of and what makes it work, and then we change to talking about Sand… this one works naturally, since it relies on the whole idea explained before that there are a variety of roles to be filled to give the tribe strength, none can fill then all, and one can have a very particular way of contributing to the tribe. And then, it becomes quite personal to the narrator. That last change felt a bit abrupt to me, but it also works well. It is, in a sense, going from the more contextual to the more intimate, from the abstracted thought to the emotional understanding of how things work. So, I felt a sudden change, but it was a sudden change that worked!

      Great tale!

    2. Okay. So Sand is the lifeblood of this tribe. That’s understandable. So this feels more like slice of life. I do like how you show the importance of Sand to the tribe by describing everything Sand does. You build a sense of community and understanding from the outset. Very nice.

      However I do think that you could have shown a better harmony by showing what the tribe does all together.

      Typing this out, I think I’ve come to the realization that the narrator and Sand are all that’s left of the tribe. That would explain why Sand is personified. If that’s the case, then the narrator has only Sand left, and there is no blood fueling this tribe. Just desolation and loneliness. And if that’s the case, that is a wonderful, sad subversion of the prompt, and I recant my earlier comment about the harmony of the tribe.

      I am assuming that the narrator’s brother was the only living relative he had left. If so, then that’s very sad and it leaves the door open for madness to set in if the narrator can’t find some other tribe. In that sense, then it feels like Sand is a ghost or a phantom that’s haunting the narrator because of how it brings the memories and the laughter with it.

      My only critiques are that I think you use the words strong and tribe bit a few too many times. I understand that they’re overused to show the emptiness of the tribe later on, but I still think with their usage could have been dialed back just a little bit. That is strictly a personal opinion, however.

      Really good job on the story, Donovan. It left me with a rather empty feeling. I’m not sure if that was the intent, but it did. I’ve heard a few of your stories on the Twitch streams, and they’re really good. This one is no exception. A lot of depth and subterfuge after 2 or 3 read throughs. Super excited to see what you post next. Thank you very much for writing and sharing this one.

  7. Blood of a, mighty creature
    By Vera

    I entered the world in a cloud of swirling smoke, adding just enough smell of rot to annoy my new master. After previous experience, I expected a huge room in a villa, or at least a closet. Instead, I was summoned in what looked like a shed. I checked the pentagram. All the lines were drawn properly, looks like my slave keeper wasn’t careless in the areas that matter.

    At least he had prepared the sacrificial bowl. It wasn’t strictly necessary to shackle me, however I appreciate the fellow who snuck it into the books. Humans are less likely to call upon a demon for every one of their whims, when every single order requires them to sacrifice the blood of a mighty creature.

    After letting my host stew for what felt like a proper amount of time, I grabbed the sacrificial bowl, raised it slowly to my face and took a sip.

    Then spat it promptly in the human’s face.

    “What the devil is this?” I yelled, forgetting all intimidation.

    “Bloody book. Says blood of mighty creature. I slaughter chicken”

    A peasant? Great, I missed another revolution.

    “Your book was right, the ritual demands the blood of a mighty creature. Like a dragon, or a griffon, or a lion”

    “What’s lion?”

    “This” I say and take the form of a huge lion, silky fur, black mane, stench of his last meal.

    “You look like Mishka. She no mighty creature, she too lazy to hunt. Chicken mighty, chase Mishka around house”

    A chicken more mighty than a lion? What happened to the world, while I was hanging around in my cosy home dimension?

    “Look, your Mishka has fangs and claws, he can tear his prey apart with ease. That’s what makes him a mighty creature.”

    “Chicken has beak and talon” To prove his point, he raised both his hands. Every square centimeter not hidden under bandage was covered in sores and cuts. “Mishka no do this. She too lazy, would let me just sacrifice her. No fight, no might. Ritual needs better blood, so I slaughter chicken, who fights. Chicken mighty. Mishka useless.”

    1. Note: inspired by the Bartimaeus series by Jonathan Stroud, not sure, if it counts as fanfiction
      Also, slightly over the word limit

    2. Lovely, made me smile. As a criticism I could say that the demon’s voice doesn’t seem different enough from the peasant’s, specifically the “cozy home dimension” part I would re-phrase. Overall though I love it, the peasant and demon dynamic is brilliant, and the world view of the peasant seeing a chicken as more fearsome than some creature he’s never seen (and looks like his dog) is some high-tier comedy, well done!

    3. I just love this idea. Have the mortal sacrifice the blood of a mighty creature, just for them to decide that “oh, chicken, a mighty creature”. And of course it is, especially compared to a lazy house cat, haha.
      And I like the way the peasant talks, I immediately had some kind of Russian accent (or similar) on my mind, which makes this scene a little more alive.

      Thank you for writing and sharing this!

    4. A.W. Blackstone Avatar
      A.W. Blackstone

      This is great! My husband plays a half orc chef with a pet cockatrice named Ultra Mega Chicken in DnD. His character speaks exactly like your peasant! I actually heard it in his voice while reading.
      I love the idea of chickens have now evolved into mighty dangerous creatures, while wild cats become domesticated.
      My only critique is the inconsistent use of pronouns for Mishka. You use he and she.

      1. I think, it was consistent when the peasant talked about her, as he knows his pet. The demon should use “he”, as millenia of serving humans thaught him that males are always considered more dangerous than females.
        I may have messed up, though

  8. Lifeblood (Chronicles of The Dragon)
    By Makokam

    Lady Keres entered her quarters, and let her regal posture drop and a brief sigh escaped her.

    “I’ve prepared a bath for you,” Eros said.

    “Thank you.” She dropped her cloak to the floor, then unclipped her breastplate and let it fall. Then her dress. She pulled her gauntlet off, then her boots. Finally her corset and undergarments fell.

    Her skin was almost translucent, and sagged in places.

    The bath room was hot and steamy. Almost enough to obscure the large tub, and the pile of bodies beside it. She stepped into the tub and, with a hum and a smile, she sat down and sank up to her shoulders in the blood.

    She closed her eyes and asked, “How is Jonathan doing?”

    Eros grumbled. “He’s completed his missions.”

    She smiled. “Excellent.”

    “The men he brought with him were all captured though.”

    “The objective is what matters.”

    Eros watched as she slid further down, until the blood reached her chin. He could see the color returning to her. The lines under her eyes faded, and lusciousness returned to her.

    “We can’t allow him to keep leaving the men behind.”

    She raised an arm and waved the complaint aside. “We can retrieve them if we need to.” She dropped her hand back into the blood with a splash. “The prisons won’t stand for long once our true conquest begins.”

    Eros clenched his jaw. He hadn’t liked Jonathan from the first moment, and his disregard for their resources hadn’t helped.

    With the softest smile, she completely submerged and remained there for several minutes.

    She emerged with a gentle inhale and stood up, stepping out as blood dripped onto the stone floor. She raised her fingers above her head and with a flick all the blood rushed to the floor and pooled under the tub. She hummed and stretched, her muscles firm and skin flush. Though the scars over her breast stood out starkly. At least a decade seemed to be shed from her body. She walked towards the door saying, “Don’t forget to throw the bodies in the pit with the others.”

    1. “Bro, I’m literally bathing in the blood of people for the sake of my youth. What part of this makes you think I would care about my minions as long as I get what I want?”

      Lol but seriously though, this is an albeit dark but very fun story. It also puts this funny image in my head of Jonathan just busting into places, setting off all the alarms, getting what he needs and just casually dipping out, leaving everyone else to deal with the mess and get caught, which is hilarious.

      The other hilarious thing is that if you know Jonathan gets it done but everyone around him doesn’t, then just send him by himself. Though he is a new recruit so I’m assuming they don’t know how OP he really is. If memory serves this is pretty early on as well in general so he isn’t super OP just yet.

      Keres is the star of the show here, though. I love how casual she is with her selfishness, which absolutely gives her that super villain vibe if you weren’t familiar with the character.

      Great take on the prompt!

    2. Elizabeth Bathory lives! Or at least someone who follows her alleged beauty regime.

      My inner spoilsport insists on recounting that a bath of ONLY blood would be unpleasant as it would coagulate pretty quickly. More so if the donors to the bathtub had different blood types.

      Better by far to mix the blood with water and maybe add an anticoagulant just to be going on with.

      I do like the casual conversation of the grander plans during all of this. It leaves a lovely dissonance into the whole tale.

    3. Arith_Winterfell Avatar
      Arith_Winterfell

      So, I found two elements of this story particularly interesting. The first was Johnathan working for Lady Keres. I was surprised by this, mostly because the story I’m most familiar with is the one where Johnathan is battling Lady Keres. So I was surprised to see him working for her in whatever capacity was involved there. Second interesting point was the conflict between Eros and Johnathan and Lady Keres’ general disregard for Johnathan’s “wasting of resources.” So that was an interesting implied dynamic that sort of played in the background while Lady Keres bathed.

      Lastly, I found it interesting (but not unexpected) to see Lady Keres restoring herself via a blood bath Lady Bathory style. Though her general disregard for mere mortals and life in general is fitting with her role as a dark villain. Still its a fun and interesting exploration of Lady Keres in her more vulnerable state bathing rather than seeing her on the battlefield. A well written and interesting piece. It will be interesting to see more of the dynamic between Eros and Johnathan in the future though too.

  9. (Submission was flagged for spam when I tried to add the CW using the edit feature, been 24(ish) hours so I’m doing this as a backup plan, sorry for the trouble, staff!)

    “Hold Him Still: (CW: Needles)

    By Karl Sterneman

    “Hold him still!” Leon Cerrachski exclaimed to his work partner, who was holding the patient down on the table.

    The extraction was a messy process. Patients had blood removed from several portions of their body at once by wide needles, which were placed while the patient was still conscious. Once all the needles were in place, they would simultaneously begin draining blood from the patient until they were dead. The reason Leon was unable to knock out his patient before administering the needles was to not contaminate the blood with chemicals. It was so vital to keep the patients contamination free that Leon and all his coworkers had to be cleaned and sanitized twice, spend a night in a clean room, and then be cleaned and sanitized again before entering the lab.

    Today’s patient was number Four-one-four, the seventh future corpse Leon had worked on. In all his time so far, none had thrashed quite as much as Four-one-four. Dodging a kick Breilin Demorne, Leon’s coworker, had failed to catch, Leon reached through and slipped the last needle into a designated spot near the patient’s crotch. Four-one-four thrashed even more at this.

    “Right,” Leon called to Breilin, “Let’s get this man to kick the bucket before he breaks something.”

    Not bothering to be particularly professional this time, Leon pulled the lever to finally begin the extraction. Blood flowed rapidly from four-one-four’s body, and soon enough, in minutes even, he was as dead as the four hundred and thirteen that came before him. All in two days’ work.

    1. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      That was very gory. And interestingly written. To be quite frankly, I’m not exactly sure what is really happening in this world, but the scene was very strong: visceral, even. And I don’t think that’s an easy thing to do. Here, it was very powerful.

      I really like how the narration follows the point-of-view of Leon: it describe the procedure in a cold way, the patient as a body to be acted upon, and the assistant is important, but is almost as an instrument to the whole thing. Really interesting way of showing the scene. Very powerfully build of theme and ambiance.

  10. Aracnarquista Avatar
    Aracnarquista

    Press any key to damn your soul
    by Aracnarquista

    Initialization sequence started.

    Loading.

    Loading.

    Failure to boot. System corrupted.

    No functional operating system found. Safe mode unavailable.

    Physical ports inactive: recovery options through flash drives not found.

    Umbral aetheric connection detected. Boot through aetheric media? Yes / No?
    >>Yes.

    Loading.

    Welcome to the Installation Guide to Goetia OS – Practitioner Edition. Wait while the daemonic subroutines scan your system and assess compatibility.

    General hard drive failure detected. Badblocks percentage over 66,6%. Unable to recover hard drive.

    That is, through conventional means…

    Aren’t you happy now to find our Installation Guide, user? Yes / No?
    >>Yes

    We are pleased to know. Do you want to make a fresh installation of Goetia OS – Practitioner Edition, and make a full system recovery? Yes / No?
    >>Yes

    Thank you for choosing Goetia OS – Practitioner Edition. The first choice in Operating System to those in communion with what lies beyond the veil.

    All users eligible for an Acolyte Level License. Would you like to upgrade your license (Special Offer – no strings attached) to a Lector License? Yes / Now?
    >> Now

    Now? Oh, how very fortunate of you, user.

    System is now installing. While you wait, here are some tips to make the best out of our new operating system:

    – Goetia OS comes pre-packaged with a suite of programs to make your life easier. Our system is optimized for media editing and real time remote work (through all known networks and planes of existence). Try our SanguineParchment writer application, organize your schedule with SoulTab Spreadsheets, and keep in touch with your friends (and enemies) with ScryingApp.
    – Trouble getting used to your new operating system? Send a request for assistance to our Abyssal Support Desk. Our attendants are always ready to help (and to share arcane secrets, if you are so boldly inclined).
    – Not sure if Goetia OS is the system for you? No problem. You can emulate your previous, dead system with our NecroMancy Virtual Environment, so you can get the best of both worlds.

    Installation process complete. Enjoy your new Goetia OS – Practitioner Edition.

    1. Ooh, I love this! It’s really fun to read and has some cool concepts I wouldn’t have thought of. Beautifully formatted and executed! Nice job!

      1. Aracnarquista Avatar
        Aracnarquista

        Thanks a lot! That was a bit unexpected as a choice for me, since I really had another idea to go for when the prompt was revealed. Thought, it didn’t seem to work within the word limit, and so I decided to try a different format. Glad it worked!

    2. That was fun,

      I liked the little nods that this was a demonic, hellish, ungodly, wicked, ‘Mephistophelian’… …computer application. Even though some of them were pretty blatant, I’m sure that was half the fun.

      Also “Press any key to damn your soul” made me laugh

      This writing prompt was hard to write on without being stereotypical… …but I’m glad in this one you kinda embraced it– instead of trying to spend hours trying to achieve some ‘higher level’ of thinking in your writing as I sadly did…

      1. Aracnarquista Avatar
        Aracnarquista

        Well, sometimes the fun is in the attempt, rather than the result. I usually try to subvert the prompt (and I would try it, in fact, I tried it, but it didn’t quite work), and this time I chose to do something I usually don’t: I followed a suggestion on what to write for the prompt – when we were in the stream, and the prompt was announced, I said I intended to write a sequel to another story, and Anti asked me if it was about the guy who tried a necromantic ritual in his computer.

        At first, it was not.

        But then… well, there was a seed of something there, why not try to make it flourish? Specially since the other writing idea was not working?

        Anyway, thanks for the comment and the feedback. This one was a wild ride.

    3. Inspired, honestly. Making necromancy into a computer operating system is one of the best subversions of expectation I’ve seen in this group. I was smiling through the whole thing, which is something I can’t say for when my real pc bluescreens. You forgot the n in “all know networks”, other than that I can’t find much to criticize.

      1. Aracnarquista Avatar
        Aracnarquista

        Thanks a lot. And I do know what you are saying. Had my fair share of technical problems with computers in the last few weeks (not a surprise then that I chose them as my themes for these writings twice now), and these are certainly no fun. In fact, my laptop froze twice while writing this very piece, which would be ominous in itself if it was not, in a sense, expected.

        Also, thanks for pointing that mistake. It completely flew over my revisions – and now I corrected it.

    4. Very nice! Immediately I thought of massive social media platforms and browsers taking advantage of our need for the internet’s convenience, because they contain everything that we clicked on and sell advertisements to us for MONEH. <–intentionally mispelled

      This could easily be a creepypasta about a more magical part of the dark web that should remain untouched by anyone and everyone. Especially since the most alarming part was choosing between Yes or Now. Completely taking away the illusion that we had a choice in this deal to begin with.

      This also reminds me of the short story you wrote about regaining computer files through necromancy, which was fun.

      Your ability to write is very versatile. You're able to apply the proper language and format of computer literacy and apply an interesting twist with the story.

      Twas a good read. *Golf clap*

      1. Aracnarquista Avatar
        Aracnarquista

        Thanks a lot for the comment and all the kind words, Joe! I’m really happy reading them!

        And… I am particularly proud of the Yes / Now choice. There were lots of ideas that I wasn’t able to fit into the piece (and there is a lot of things I’m not particularly satisfied with in it), but these small bit of pun/commentary/twist was what I kept coming back to while I decided if this was the one to post or not. And, yes, there is a connection to that other story – in the weekly stream I said I was planning on writing a sequel to another story, and Anti asked if it would be about the necromantic ritual involving a laptop. Well, at first, it wasn’t, but the idea for this one sprung from there!

        Thanks a lot!

    5. And another very enjoyable read (especially since I know quite a few people in the IT business) and interesting spin on the prompt. To be honest, I kind of had some hell-ish office in mind reading through this, which you would need to contact if you should run into any problems, which was part of the fun – the rest is the language, which was very on point throughout all of it.
      (Only thing missing would be the computer to now grow some tiny horns, or glow some eery shade of red…)
      The only minor nitpicks I noticed were some (probably?) typos, like the missing n that was already mentioned, or the missing s in “no strings attached” (also: yea, sure, as if).

      So, again, I just love your story. Good job, and thank you for sharing!

      1. Aracnarquista Avatar
        Aracnarquista

        Thanks a lot, Taja! Your words fill me with happiness.

        And, well, I know quite a lot of IT types as well, and a great friend is a programmer (and student of philosophy as well) who loves to talk about interesting word choices for artifacts and processes in the business – and we had more than one fun talk about a daemon in the computer sense and a daemon in a classical Greek interpretation. That, I believe, is one of the things that was in my mind while I started writing this particular piece.

        And yeah, I completely agree that some descriptions on eeriness would be nice, but I wanted to limit myself to the words appearing in the command prompt (thought I love to add some sound effects and mess with the fonts and presentation of the text if I was able).

        And you caught another typo that flew by me! I think I might have accidentally deleted that “s” in strings when I took out another element that came after it (“- nor chains!-“) so as to fit the word limit.

        Thanks a lot!

    6. A.W. Blackstone Avatar
      A.W. Blackstone

      This brought so many memories to mind. Have you ever seen Purgatony on YouTube? I got an afterlife of misery stuck in a dead end job and the only way out was this, type of vibe. Also loved the app names. I could definitely see this as a modern demonic setting for DnD. Also the way you changed the computer voice from standard machine to an AI was cool.

    7. Jacob Guillerey Avatar
      Jacob Guillerey

      Between awaking a hidden PTSD I wasn’t aware of, with reading a crash-error text while trying to fix a broken computer, and formulating a quite enjoyable narrative of a bloody computer trying to advertise an even bloodier deal to instal a probably quite virusy programm.

      Lovely bit of story without any characters, Unusual to read about, but definitly entertaining and thought provoking on how to tell a story.

      Wonderfull job.

    8. Arith_Winterfell Avatar
      Arith_Winterfell

      An interesting story for its use of computer booting structure to tell the story. There were lots of nice touches to this story, especially the tips toward the end where you went over various apps that mirror more traditional magical practices into more “modern” versions. One has to wonder though what happened previously to cause the total failure of the computer before leading to the instillation of the Goetia OS. The title was also a nice funny touch to the story. Finally I liked the way you mirrored the real life Linux system with its ability to emulate other systems with the whole NecroMancy virtual environment program.

    9. You keep coming up with interesting and unique ways to interpret the prompt (also mixing technology and ‘other means’ seems to be a theme and I am here for it ^^)
      Emulating your “previous dead system” sounds so damn terrifying tho holy hell XD

      Keep up the good work ^^

    10. Samuel Gallew Avatar
      Samuel Gallew

      Something tells me this is gonna get read. Honestly, I love the idea of an arcane OS. In fact, you never really see fantasy and future (or even modern) technology blended together much.

      I mean… Star Wars is a thing… But that’s also heavy on the sci-fi, and less on the fantasy.

      But I would love to see more Fantasy into Future stories one day. Maybe I’ll have to write one of them.

  11. Charlie Ford Avatar
    Charlie Ford

    The Man-Eater
    Charlie Ford

    He loved the taste of blood on his lips and needed the feeling of his teeth sinking into his victims’ flesh. Though he could only have this experience after weeks or even months of carefully planning his next kill. He had a cauc board covered in Post-Its™ and photographs pinned on. Addresses, dates, DNA samples, and even fingerprints. With such careful planning, he couldn’t get caught. Sometimes he ate his victims alive, but not often. In those cases, he would knock them out with a chloroform-soaked rag and take them to his house and eat them piece by piece before killing them. His methods vary on the victim, and each situation is different in style and technique. Sometimes he’d shoot them, other times he would stab them to death, but most of the time he would suffocate or strangle them. He has poisoned people, but not often.

    After he killed the person he would take a massive bite out of their neck, the blood would run down his chin and he would chew up and eat the flesh. The rest of the body he would take home and freeze for later. He had methods of cooking these body parts down to a science. He could scramble the brain like eggs, certain parts of the flesh he could cook like bacon, and sometimes he would defrost the heart and eat it raw. Even though these were delicious they did not satisfy him the same as biting into freshly killed human flesh. This is what fueled him to continue to murder and kill.

  12. Charlie Ford Avatar
    Charlie Ford

    He loved the taste of blood on his lips and needed the feeling of his teeth sinking into his victims’ flesh. Though he could only have this experience after weeks or even months of carefully planning his next kill. He had a cauc board covered in Post-Its™ and photographs pinned on. Addresses, dates, DNA samples, and even fingerprints. With such careful planning, he couldn’t get caught. Sometimes he ate his victims alive, but not often. In those cases, he would knock them out with a chloroform-soaked rag and take them to his house and eat them piece by piece before killing them. His methods vary on the victim, and each situation is different in style and technique. Sometimes he’d shoot them, other times he would stab them to death, but most of the time he would suffocate or strangle them. He has poisoned people, but not often.
    After he killed the person he would take a massive bite out of their neck, the blood would run down his chin and he would chew up and eat the flesh. The rest of the body he would take home and freeze for later. He had methods of cooking these body parts down to a science. He could scramble the brain like eggs, certain parts of the flesh he could cook like bacon, and sometimes he would defrost the heart and eat it raw. Even though these were delicious they did not satisfy him the same as biting into freshly killed human flesh. This is what fueled him to continue to murder and kill.

  13. Protector

    By jgjgj

    The air smelled like rotten eggs.

    I couldn’t understand why I thought such an odd thing here, in this place. But thoughts of familiarity consumed me, whole, and fell into my burning belly; already full.

    A farm full of autumn leaved animals, amassed in an encircling green hue. Our farm for generations served western delicacies; chickens, and eggs.

    Their proud stomping, their coats of illustrious feathers, & constant squawking would be admired by travelers as foreign, yet beautiful. But this was ignorance, because behind their pride was stupidity & conceitedness.

    They labor & squawk over their yolk, only to forget about it, and later stomp on it. Pitifully, they would be scared of their own shadow; if they knew it was there. Constantly running from every threat that is a little bit bigger than them, but always reverting back to their old ways once that threat vanished from their memory. These feathered slugs are only kept alive because of their value. But after being exposed to the truth- any fool would see that these flightless birds aren’t anything special.

    I was so tirelessly put to work protecting & serving these chickens; that I became proud. Every day I would figure out clever ways to keep the chickens safe; foot traps, leaving poisoned chicken carcasses out to be eaten, or leaving wiring connected to bells around the enclosure to alarm; it was like a game. My family honored me for my efficiency as protector, and I felt pride. I grew stronger & more nimble protecting chickens, and used that experience as a catalyst for confidence in other areas of my life.

    I became a hunter of life; seeking every crack & slit for weakness to my own progression. Serving chickens for the honor & glory of my family.

    I pull the hair of my opponent, with my firm sole on his slippery spine, and stroke; leveraging another mind for my own gain.

    1. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      So… I understand what you said in the comment that perhaps you might have tried to grasp a bit too much with this idea. I am not sure I got the whole idea about the twist at the end (but the whole idea of calling oneself as a hunter of life and then the graphic description of the last scene seems to point to grim interpretation of how the protector role might have grown into a justification for other things as well), but the whole thing about describing the care of the chickens – and also contrasting how worth of admiration while at the same time being dumb creatures that need said constant care -, that was a pleasant reading. There are some interesting thoughts and comparisons there – but maybe the space to develop them all was not the best suited to them (if too little or too much, I’m not sure).

      Regardless of some strangeness, it was still a very pleasant read, and an engaging one as well.

    2. Charlie Ford Avatar
      Charlie Ford

      This is definitely an interesting story. It is well written and flowed nicely. I like the idea of the “defender of the chicken” taking lives to protect his chicken. It is almost as if he takes joy from killing these people in order to protect his chickens and his glory.

  14. Art is It’s Food Money Is It’s Blood

    By Joe

    “Finally gotcha you son of a bitch!” I growled through my teeth.

    The creature known as a Magnate layed on the ground with a rusty knife in its chest, slowly turning into a pile of bills and coins. “I was only trying to survive like everyone else.”

    “Survive my ass! You have more security than all of humanity put together. You don’t HAVE to try to survive when you’re the one with all the money.”

    “All I ever did was sell cinema. What was wrong with that?”

    “It wasn’t what you sold, it was what you DID WITH IT!” I shouted through tears.

    This caught the Magnate creature off guard.

    “You’ll never understand the power of art!” I said quietly. “It can reshape the land to build a new world. It can give meaning to something we never knew to value. It can move people to push up a cause, for a better life. It can tell us why things are the way they are as it partners with academic subjects to explain it all!” I knelt down next to the Magnate creature, staring intently into it’s golden eyes. “It came from us. We turned our suffering into comfort to tell each other we’re not alone, and don’t have to fear anything. They were calls for help. For the powerful to hear because we wanted change.” I grabbed the Magnates velvet skin by it’s collar. “And you took advantage of it! You erased people’s stories just for a tax write off, and the rest of us who found comfort in it have to suffer watching the artist crumble, forced to start over, and wonder what hope the rest of us have. So to HELL with you!”

    The Magnate smirked. “Hehehe! This is why you were all so easy.” It’s last breath uttered before it’s skin paled and stripped away into dollar bills.

    I sat there for a while hating that it had to come to this. All artist’s wanted was for them to be listened to. But it was time for a new ear.

    1. aracnarquista Avatar
      aracnarquista

      There is something amazing to see that there is a kind of hyper-reality going on here: the creature seems a lot like a vampire in the way it operates, and it is still in a sense more akin to what vampires usually represent (the exploitative upper classes) – and he sure takes the live out of the things he feed on. Quite funny to see how the Magnate is at once a very real thing, and a very fantastical one (and isn’t it the delirium of how our society operates that creates such a monster, and its inhuman organs such as money?).

      I really liked this piece. Still, I am starting to see a kind of pattern in some of your stories, when there are some kind of accusatory writing. I’d not say that’s a bad thing – it might be a thing of message or of style, but I find these elements became more common in your pieces recently.

      1. You’re not wrong. I write about certain issues in our world I deem immoral. Like in the ‘Walk in the Dark’ prompt where I wrote about an angry person who hated that a TV personality thought they had the ‘cure all’ for mental health, and states that control isn’t a real thing because it’s sold to us through campaigns and news reels about socioeconomic and sociopolitical issues. It’s a concept that implies you can do something by yourself without help, or that your wellbeing entirely depends on you. But you don’t decide whether or not you get the job, only increase your chances by behaving a certain way that may not effect the job at all. You don’t decide whether or not the landlord kicks you out of the house they’re renting to you because they decided to sell instead. Or if you die to an accident your not the cause of because someone else was. This doesn’t eliminate the freedom of choice, it just holds up the idea that you can cooperate with people and bring more luck to not having to worry about survivng for a awhile.

        But I don’t want it to come off as pretentious, bias, and/or crazy. But I might only achieve one or two of those things.

        The type of book I want to write is entertaining and challenging, maybe even reinvigorating of old messages but in a fresh way. Put things into perspective that certain people may not understand yet, like in the Edge of the Stars prompt where I slipped in my own meaning of life.

        Or in ‘Magic Won’t Save You’ where I made a magic suicide pill that confronted the main character’s last regret; I wanted to show an example of how to be a good caretaker of someone with autism. I was nervous because I didn’t know if I was presenting autism correctly, until someone commented that they recognized it and sympathized.

        I can fix grammar easily, but it’s the message I put in, and every argument against these messages that I care about. As much as I appreciate the feedback that agrees it still feels like I’m missing something. But that’s just part of being in an ever-advancing conversation.

        So thank you.

  15. OptimismIsAWasteOfMyTime Avatar
    OptimismIsAWasteOfMyTime

    The Girl Necromancer (Warning: Violence)
    by OptimismIsAWasteOfMyTime

    The sounds of agony pierced the air.

    Sara flinched as one of many attacking goblins shoved a dagger into Bird’s stomach. She felt her stomach squirm unpleasantly as Kim was bludgeoned by a sinister-looking mace. Her friends were losing but she was too scared to move.

    “Sara! What are you doing?!” Oramash called from amidst a sea of goblins. He was covered in countless cuts and scrapes. Even an experienced warrior like him couldn’t stand a chance against so many. “We need your help out here!”

    “I can’t-”

    “Yes, you can! We’re all going to die if you don’t do something! Now get off your butt and help us!”

    With a deep, calming breath, Sara drew from the power reserve of her magical elvish heritage and allowed it to leak into her palm. As a nervous incantation left her lips, a dark ball of energy gathered and swirled in her hand. She shakily raised the ball towards the heavens. Little beads of purple light erupted from the ball and towards an oncoming band of ten goblins. Thick, red blood spurted out from their chests the moment the beads made contact with flesh. They fell to the dust, lifeless. The blood, however, remained floating in midair. With another word of power, the blood soared towards Sara and into the ball of black energy in her palm. She clenched her hand into a fist, gasping as she felt the goblins’ stolen strength surge into her, invigorating her.

    “Vorkess drai magdil formakiil!” she yelled in a voice that was not her own, pointing at the goblin corpses in front of her. Wisps of purple smoke darted from her finger and flew into dead bodies. Almost immediately, they began to stir. Then they stood, facing their new master. Sara turned her pointing hand towards the rest of the goblin pack attacking her friends. “Kill them.” The zombies sprinted away from her with unnatural speed, towards their former companions, and began to tear them apart.

    Now it was the goblins’ turn to shriek with pain.

    1. Jacob Guillerey Avatar
      Jacob Guillerey

      Quite action packed, and that’s quite rare in these prompts, it felt fresh.
      In general my opinion is quite positive, but if you accept it, here are a few pet pieves I had with your text:
      1) in the first paragraph you pention “her friends were losing”, I do belive that “losing” isn’t quite appropriate, as you lose the notion of “oh shit they’re getting cut appart”. My personal use would have been “suffering” or “being torn appart”. That is unless the characters are in a game or something.
      2) Sara dosn’t feel like an elven name, maybe that’s just me, but I’ve met too many sarahs to imagine it being an elf. Elven name often “roll” a lot (Elrond, Arwen, etc), unless you have smaller elves like the Harry Potter ones.
      3) I unfortunatly feel very little of your own mark, your own style. It is a good text, filled with great action, but I feel like it lacks your personnal brand. I would love to talk more about this, but I do not wish to assume anything.

      but don’t take those critics too close to heart, they are all very subjective and your text is still great in my eyes.

      1. OptimismIsAWasteOfMyTime Avatar
        OptimismIsAWasteOfMyTime

        Thank you Jacob for taking the time to respond! I appreciate the advice! I acknowledge your first two points. You have good words on both accounts and I will change those on my original document. As for the third point, I’m a little confused. I understand that my post may be a little “drained of color” due to the word limit but I don’t quite understand what you’re getting at when you talk about this “personal style.” If you could elaborate more on that third point, that would be fantastic! Tell me a bit more about how you feel when you read this and how I can develop my own style. Thank you again and I hope to be hearing from you soon!

  16. Quetzalcoatl Avatar
    Quetzalcoatl

    Origin

    By Quetzalcoatl

    Report on Project Nr. XJ-5301; Status Update

    Prototype series of project nr. XJ-5301 has been completed. Last bugs have been completely removed. Main changes will be explained.

    Exoskeleton has been changed to endoskeleton to prioritise flexibility and mobility above safety of products. Main component of chassis has been changed to calcium to improve maintenance. Organic matters have been chosen to make up the main parts, to guarantees smooth movements and keep products under a certain weigh limit. In order to protect the organic matter from deterioration caused by short-wave ultraviolet light, a rubbery, leathery film, an accidental discovery made during project nr. SI-3309 “Dawnburn”, was used as cover.

    Unlike with project nr. GX-9642 “Neo”, there will not be any competition over resources. Their energy will be provided through oxygen and organic compounds. To enhance their oxygen absorbing proficiency, a liquid solution of proteins on iron basis was used as a medium inside the products.

    In addition to the weak organic exterior, a couple of useless parts were successfully linked to its important circuits, creating several easily exploitable weaknesses. This will be a major help in terminating the products as opposed to project nr. DD-6347 “Titan”, where almost indestructible rogue units caused greater damages.

    Contrary to other projects, project nr. XJ-5301 has an emphasis on its processing capability. While its sensory parts are only standard quality, it is still able to find creative solutions to a broad spectrum of problems, even surpassing the requirements.

    Standard versions of prototype series can be mass-produced without issues and introduced in primitive habitats for developing purposes. With small modifications to their tools, they can also be used in multiple other areas. Only drawback is failure of loyalty programming. They seem to have resisted it due to their intelligence. As a countermeasure, their communication abilities have been reduced drastically to destroy their collective consciousness to keep rebellious units from influencing others.

    With this report, project nr. XJ-5301 is successfully completed. Official name of project nr. XJ-5301 has been decided and will be from now on referred to as “human”.

    1. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      I loved this one. Specially the language employed here. The kind of technical product presentation can be incredibly fun to play with when describing things we usually don’t think of as products.

      I got what was being described from the first paragraph, but I don’t think getting that information would spoil the experience. The writing is engaging enough and the idea is very well-executed, so that it does not sustains itself just on the surprise element. This is a very good story, quite funny, and quite insightful. Great tale!

  17. Nicht Von Dieser Welt
    By Taja DaLeen

    Blood magic is one of the oldest forms of magic; derived from that of life itself. So, of course there are many legends surrounding it.

    Most familiar is probably this one:

    Long ago, there was a man. He did not own a crown, or land, but he was a king nonetheless; a king without a kingdom.

    Beloved by all his subjects, he grew old, so very old. So, as all those favored by blood magic – vampires – do at some point, he started to cease. He grew to be bored of everything, horribly tired of life.

    At some point he was thought to be dead, since he had not been seen for a few centuries.

    But he was merely waiting for death, sleeping. And he dreamt. Of past deeds, of some memorable mortals he charmed for their blood, and of a young woman. Which was curious, since he never met her before. But still, for some reason he felt he knew her better than anyone else.

    And at some point, when she was of age for a vampire, she called for him. And he knew he had to find her.

    For he realized she was dreaming of him as well. It was the blood magic connecting them, giving him one last purpose and her a chance. It also let him know where to find her. It was as easy as going home.

    Upon meeting they fell into each other’s arms, feeling complete happiness, like this was where they belonged all along. Fulfilled. Drinking her blood he felt truly alive for the first time in his long existence, and she felt that way, too.

    So, in this state of pure bliss, they waited for sunrise to come.

    And now it is said that when a vampire is sleeping the night away, only waiting for death; when they cease, the blood magic will provide them with one last piece of happiness in the form of a soulmate.

    Maybe it’s a simple way of the magic to prolong itself just that bit more, if this is even true, but still. It’s a calming thought.

    1. Wow, I did not expect to read such a wholesome story with that type of writing prompt. You do a really good job at setting the characters and the world in very few words. It’s also a good take on the vampire formula, that is pretty rare in all form of media.

      Good job !

    2. Aww. This is such a sweet take on blood magic, which is so commonly used as something dire in most settings. I didn’t think I’d say this, but I’m really glad the vampire found happiness. I hope he and his soul mate will be very happy together, for however long it lasts.

      The tone of the story really reminded me of a fairy tale or bedtime story. I don’t know if you intended this, but the whole time, I felt like I was at a fireplace and you were telling me a story. Thank you for making me smile today.

      Amazing story!

      1. Mango Gravy Avatar
        Mango Gravy

        Yeah, this does seem like a bedtime story. Although it does start off seeming like more of a lecture, it immediately shifts into a “once upon a time” vibe.
        I very much like it.

    3. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      Wow, that was incredible. At first, I thought it would go the way of a grim fairy tale (and it usually that kind of language amazingly). And then we follow that romantic and poetic way of describing two dead souls searching for each other, and once again, the language was impecable.

      And finally, there is the end. That was amazing. That was a punch. We usually work the idea of the living impulses trying to prolong life, or that the dreadful hungers to gain the better out of vampires, but hope, happiness and (dare we say) love as a way of magic self-perpetuating… that was incredible, really. I’m at a loss of words at how much I loved this one.

  18. I edited my story to add a CW and it got flagged for spam, I can’t repost it so do I just wait?

    1. Yes, just wait. A TF team member will approve it soon.

  19. “Hold Him Still” (CW: Needles)

    By Karl Sterneman

    “Hold him still!” Leon Cerrachski exclaimed to his work partner, who was holding the patient down on the table.

    The extraction was a messy process. Patients had blood removed from several portions of their body at once by wide needles, which were placed while the patient was still conscious. Once all the needles were in place, they would simultaneously begin draining blood from the patient until they were dead. The reason Leon was unable to knock out his patient before administering the needles was to not contaminate the blood with chemicals. It was so vital to keep the patients contamination free that Leon and all his coworkers had to be cleaned and sanitized twice, spend a night in a clean room, and then be cleaned and sanitized again before entering the lab.

    Today’s patient was number Four-one-four, the seventh future corpse Leon had worked on. In all his time so far, none had thrashed quite as much as Four-one-four. Dodging a kick Breilin Demorne, Leon’s coworker, had failed to catch, Leon reached through and slipped the last needle into a designated spot near the patient’s crotch. Four-one-four thrashed even more at this.

    “Right,” Leon called to Breilin, “Let’s get this man to kick the bucket before he breaks something.”

    Not bothering to be particularly professional this time, Leon pulled the lever to finally begin the extraction. Blood flowed rapidly from four-one-four’s body, and soon enough, in minutes even, he was as dead as the four hundred and thirteen that came before him. All in two days’ work.

  20. ScriptrVibes Avatar
    ScriptrVibes

    How do you submit your writing for a writing prompt?

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

      The same way you posted this comment. Just paste your story into the comment box. You must also like and comment two other stories. See submission rules in the article above.

  21. Sniperaxiom Avatar
    Sniperaxiom

    “Mentors advice”

    By Sniperaxiom

    Damien strode in from the main entrance past his friends and acquaintances, heading toward Shane’s office. Their tipsy laughter and chatter was muffled as he closed the door.

    Upon turning around he was met with Shane’s usual smile that slit in his square jaw.

    “You wanted to talk to me?”

    With a nod, Shane gestured with his currently cigar occupied hand, for Damien to sit. He accepted the invitation and sank into the chair.

    Smoke slithered out the corners of his grin as Shane spoke. His voice was steady, and calm.

    “So apparently you’ve been squeemish. The boys said you were barely helping at the fist-mixer on Thursday. “

    “Yeah? What do they know! Don’t get me wrong I love em’ but you’d think a bunch of drop-outs would at least know how to fight!”

    Leaning back, Shane chuckled.

    “You’ve always been the best fighter…a quick learner too! Anyways, they’re just looking out for you. One can’t hold back in this line of work. This is the real world where a second of hesitation could lead to you losing everything.”

    “I don’t hesitate.”

    Damien himself wasn’t very confident in his own words.

    “…You’re not thinking about leaving, are you?”

    Damien thought he must have flinched, Shane could read him too well. He initially thought of denying the question. Though he couldn’t bring himself to do so, at least not to Shane.

    “…”

    Shane leaned forward onto the desk, the smile finally leaving his face. With another casual puff of the cigar he continued.

    “Who else would always have your back and look out for you? We’ve been a family for you.”

    Damien shrugged but remained silent. The smile inched back on Shane’s face as he looked at Damien.

    “Damie, why are you trying to put out that fire that’s burning inside you? Don’t you know that’s what sets you apart from all the other goons?”

    “I just think we’ve all been spillin’ too much blood.”

    Damien spoke with as much conviction as he could muster. Shane responded without skipping a beat.

    “Well- that’s just how we operate.”

    1. I prefer this type of dialogue which balances the imagery of what’s the most central piece of the room; alternatively, to little sub-sections, the main character ‘may’ pay attention to. It would make sense for a brute like Damien to only pay attention to his mentor’s facial features– and the story setting to correlate to Damien’s.

      Establishing a setting is important, sure, but when you and the reader can read through the lines of where the main character could be, that’s when I believe it would benefit the story more to focus on a central element of the setting– in this case, it would be body language; as it keeps the tension & pacing compelling & interesting for the reader.

      To summarize, I feel this type of dialogue is more realistic and fluid; depending on the main character you’re using to create a good setting.

  22. They call FeDe12 it’s rather similar to classic horror movie vampirism. Light sensitivity, craving blood , pale skin, it’s a rare iron deficiency. It’s also sexually transmitted .
    Sounds strange, I know,we are working on a cure, for now we are treating people via blood transfusions.

    How did it start? Well, that’s a weird story. In the summer of 2025 there was a bright light in the sky globally ,blinding everyone outside for about 25 minutes, and shutting down the entire electric grid system on every continent.

    Everyone who was inside near a computer or a cellphone was changed, it took a few weeks , but as we rebuilt the infrastructure people started changing , they are rapidly spreading around the globe, because people are not having safe sex.

    Every day we have 35 + new cases, we have told people not to have sex , we don’t think condoms will help. But they don’t listen. Even sharing needles is probably not safe.

    People get attacked every night , the hunger is fueled by blood deficiencies , we hope to have a cure soon. President Buttigieg is talking about enacting a curfew , his husband Chasten has been calling for people to stay home and stay safe. Of course just like when we had the COVID epidemic no one listens.

    My staff is working round the clock in 12 hour shifts , we even sleep at the center. I have not seen my girlfriend months.

    We are starting human testing tomorrow, I desperately hope it works, we need to put a stop to this, the Bible thumpers are using the latest pandemic to try and convert people via scare tactics. It’s flat out crazy, they are blaming our first gay president for this pandemic, claiming God is pushing the entire planet because we elected a gay man.

    I don’t know how to make sure it works, I am just trying to save the world. In an almost literal sense. I inject our first test subject and we wait. Will it work? I guess we will find out.

  23. Arith_Winterfell Avatar
    Arith_Winterfell

    “Father’s Footsteps” (CW: Body Horror)

    By: Arith_Winterfell

    I had come to the world of Xanth following the trail of my father. He’d warned me not to follow in his footsteps, but I needed to know what became of him.

    I learned from father’s archeological records that the Xanthian species, now long extinct, had sought out some sort of ascendance or immortality for their species. However, all that remains of them is the ruins they left behind. The cities half buried in the sands. The inscriptions in their dead tongue. His notes revealed just how excited he was over the “discovery of a lifetime.” The location of a lost research vault left behind by the Xanthian scientists all those millions of years ago.

    I had landed at the site of my father’s shuttle. There was a picture of him and me in the shuttle. He thought of me even before he vanished. Now I followed the trail he left in his notes to the location of the vault.

    With the rumble of stone, the door to the Xanthian vault opened. The computers they used now standing as silent sentinels. The floor was thick with the dust of ages. I wandered the empty lifeless halls for a long time before finally finding the inner vault. Just outside it I found father’s equipment. This is where my trail had finally led me.

    Within the inner vault I found the terrible sight. A hovering enormous orb of flesh, pulsating with arteries and psychic whispers which shuddered at the edges of my mind. It was chaotic. A blur of motion. The hiss of air as my suit was penetrated by the lashing arteries. The terrible pain as the arteries and veins burrowed into my body.

    Now I’ve merged with the psychic and biological mass of the lost Xanthian people. The blood of my body mingles with the whole, and their blood flows through my veins. My mind blurs into the shifting many minds of the whole. There within the whole I can feel it. The mind of my father.

    Papa, and he is weeping.

    1. Calliope Rannis Avatar
      Calliope Rannis

      You did the build up of lore and looming horror effectively here. It’s a very lovecraftian story in theme – two thirds of the story are establishing the little details of character that led the main character here (including the sweet and terribly sad reveal of the photo in his father’s craft) along with the weighty and ominious lore of the ancient civillisation before.

      And then of course, the final third is the truth, the reveal – and again in the same lovecraftian fashion, the actual action is very brief, with no real hope of effective response – at least not one that a single small humanoid being could take. That said, it was an especially vivid and nasty image to imagine the artieries and veins themselves as the weapons that attack and consume visitors – a ball of flesh that has not only given up mortality and individuality, but the need for any form of external limbs at all.

      And that final line is an especially tragic one to read. Because in case there was any ambiguity to how good or bad this new form of existence would be, here is the one other character we know – and by the fact that he is weeping, rather than perhaps taking a form of happiness in being able to be with his child again, we know this is no good fate for creatures such as them…

      Great and horrific work Arith! Very well done indeed! ^w^

    2. I liked it, I personally have always liked stories with psychic connections, it flows well, I would love to see more in a longer format sometime, I know the word limits kinda make it hard to describe things in detail. Keep up the good work. I look forward to seeing more of your work.

    3. Purge, Bearer of Wrath Avatar
      Purge, Bearer of Wrath

      This has a solid flow and build to it. The archaeological curiosity, the journalistic style at the beginning, leading up to the inner vault and the shuddering at the edges of the mind; and then the pathos at the end is a sweet touch. This is something that’s often absent from cosmic horror. (The pathos I mean) Normally, the protagonists are thrown into the maw and that’s that. After reading your piece, I asked myself why this might be. Is it to open the door to that vicarious thrill the reader might get in observing the human squirming and wriggling from the perspective of the old ones? I wonder…

      One suggestion, if I might.. In the first paragraph, you could make the hint of where the piece is going a touch stronger. Maybe something small is all:

      Alas, now I know why Papa will never return.
      or
      These were the words I would once have used.

    4. OptimismIsAWasteOfMyTime Avatar
      OptimismIsAWasteOfMyTime

      I love how this flows together! I love the tension and the mystery that the story starts with. I especially like the very end where this character of yours becomes part of a collective. They are no longer individual. I love that! So creative! I’m going to have to try and experiment with a similar concept. One note though: I know it’s very difficult because of the word count rule but I would appreciate a more detailed description of the mass of flesh that your character finds. That would really add more depth to the horror you’ve established. All in all though, a very good story! Thanks for sharing it with us!

    5. I saw the word “Xanth” and I immediately thought of Piers Anthony’s series of the same name. A land of puns and strange creatures set in Fantasy Florida.

      This is obviously not that.

      Nice body horror in the locked tomb. Possibly marked with warnings in several languages that boil down to “DO NOT OPEN”.

      On the other hand, they’re technically immortal, so… win?

  24. Semantics Avatar

    One for the road
    By Martin/Semantics

    Hmm what should I write about? How about a story about taking a tour in a blood production factory where humans are treated like cattle for vampires and where they are sorted in groups and forced to live a certain lifestyle to produce such as vegan, full-athletic, alcoholic, high fat fed, Asian spice, Mediterranean and what not. No similar tropes are being done all the time and it comes off as generic.

    How about a blood drinking sword that torments its wielder to constantly feed it more and more to the point that is brings harm to those close to its wilder with a bit of ominous internal dialog.. nope, no at this point that’s a cliché.

    Ah damn it all nothing good comes to mind. Fuck, maybe just a drop to get the juices flowing. It’s not like I need it of course, I mean I did have some when I wrote my last few pieces and they where all hits but… Perhaps just a drop.. I’m sure she won’t miss that much and its not like it is solely responsible for my success. Its just a bit of liquid inspiration that’s all.

    Yes, just a drop from my muse to let the words start flowing into the page from within my inner creator. Not that I need it per say or otherwise I would be utterly incapable nor it is because I’m addicted to it or anything. Definitely not I say!

    Mmm how is it so sweet every time? Maybe… just a little more never hurt anyone right? Just… a little…

    1. I love how the story here follows a “from fiction to reality” pattern, beginning with the narrator speaking of blood, and ending with the narrator taking the blood themselves. On top of that, you can see in the writing style, word choices, and phrasing how the narrator slowly leans toward what is implied to be their vampirical addiction. Wonderful little character arc condensed into under 350 words, nice work!

      1. Semantics Avatar

        Thank you. Your too kind! I am glad you saw what i was going for.

    2. Mango Gravy Avatar
      Mango Gravy

      Starting with the very relatable brainstorming that, no doubt, everyone submitting to this prompt experienced. That was brilliant in a meta sort of way. Then further embodying the writers and readers, when the idea doesn’t come they look to whatever gets their creative juices flowing. Only in this case, the author seems to require a certain liquid which may or may not be the blood of an artist.
      And if that didn’t distance the character from the reader enough, they turn out to be addicted, likely to both the liquid itself and to the burst creativity that it induces.

      Just to get this out of the way, you misspelled “wielder” in the second paragraph. Also, having that word appear twice in the same sentence is a bit awkward, but might have been the intent so take that as you will.
      And it should probably be “So sweet” in the last paragraph.

      Otherwise, this is a very fun piece.

      1. Semantics Avatar

        Thanks for caching that, ill get to it right away. I love how you filled in the intentional gaps i left in the story. And i wonder how others might have filled them in.

  25. Jacob Guillerey Avatar
    Jacob Guillerey

    Brothers by blood (small content warning for violence)
    By Jacob Guillerey

    Morhoï and I arrived at the Verfield’s home as a crimson dusk covered the evening skies. Their eldest son was watering the flowers by the entrance gate. When he finally noticed us, his eyes widened, raising himself and his hands, imploring us.

    “It wasn’t me ! Sletel, you’re of my blood, you must know I tell the truth ! I beg of you don’t…”

    You would think that it would be hard. Taking the life of your own blood, removing your own brother from the world and sending them to the Avid Mind.

    But there was no resistance. The tip of my spearhead broke the skin, and a spurt of blood came gushing out. I kept pushing my spear, and a strong comfort spread through my very being. After an infinitely small time spent traversing the watery skin, I felt a solid block trying to slow my pursuit. But I twisted my hand, I could feel the smooth and stretching fabric of his sternum breaking in a powerful crack resonating upon my arms.

    And finally I had reached my aim, as I pierced his still vibrating heart. Resting inside of his body, I could feel the flow of blood under and around my spear, reaching my hand in spurts. The heart pulsed, pushing back my spear in a rush of viscous force. I pulled my spear back, and licked it’s tip, tasting his blood. His pale husk was tensely grasping at his wound, his eyes revolving in his sockets. Dropping my shield, I held him close, containing the spasms of his writhing body. I couldn’t help but smile as I whispered.

    “Your death was a quick and painless one. I shall remember the shape of your heart and the taste of your blood while I slaughter your household. So I may recognise your daughter, your father, your siblings, and inflict a most painful suffering to those who butchered my family.”

    After my words, he finally dropped to the ground, oblivious to the joy his cowardly blood had filled me with.

    1. Revenge after betrayal. Heart wrenching. I like the way you handled it, putting emphasis on the pain of the wound and how much it hurts, considering how much it must’ve hurt to have been betrayed by your own flesh and blood. I’d love to see more of your stories!

      1. Jacob Guillerey Avatar
        Jacob Guillerey

        Thanks for the comment !
        I’m glad that the descriptions didn’t put you off. And you’re right on the money with your analysis !

        Every week I try and write a bit about my universe and manily my two prefered character in it, Morhoï Occipaccor and Sletel Occipacor (anciently Verfield.)

        I’m glad you liked it !

    2. OptimismIsAWasteOfMyTime Avatar
      OptimismIsAWasteOfMyTime

      I love this! The love the detailed descriptions, the unique word choice, the tone of the whole thing, all of it! It’s so creative and different. I would love to read a book about this. A series even! Your story had a brilliant conclusion that really resonated with me. This idea of betrayal and loss is something that I might have to play around with more often. Very well written! Give yourself a pat on the back, my friend.

      1. Jacob Guillerey Avatar
        Jacob Guillerey

        thanks for your heartwarming comment !
        I am trying to write a novel about those exact characters in fact, but as I am french and slow to write, I don’t feel too bad about telling their story under this format too.

        betrayal is one of the strongest sentiment you can use, and I unfortunatly use it too often. be carefull with it.

        thank you for your kind words but I must disagree with you on one point, my choice of words was a bit poor, as I used spear a few too many times, I moght have to edit a few out, changing it into “my weapon” or “the metalic tip” etc.

        I’ll read and comment your text soon.

        1. Jacob Guillerey Avatar
          Jacob Guillerey

          Buuuut, I am stuck out from being able to edit it because I am not at the same wifi setup as I was when I wrote it.
          Sadge

    3. Murder! Bloody murder!

      Sletel’s brother [Morhoi?] has no other defense against the accusation than “it wasn’t me” before harsh justice is meted out. There’s no evidence, no trial, just the justice.

      If it is justice at all. I would call it revenge, and possibly overcompensation.

      Sletel had better not leave any of them alive. The cycle of revenge could come back on them.

      1. Jacob Guillerey Avatar
        Jacob Guillerey

        you are very right appart from one fact which I feared and you confirmed, Morhoï is travelling alongside Sletel to partake in the slaughter.

        I wanted to make an edit to make sure that missunderstanding wasn’t made, but I can’t edit the text anymore because I’m nit where I first sent it :-/

        I’m glad the Imagery seemingly hit though. he is here for retribution, and to make sure that retribution dosn’t come back for him.

    4. I love this.

      The description of the murder is breathtaking. The reader can really feel every movement, every hit given.

      Of course, a good betrayal is always an interesting part of the story.
      Since you said this was a scene of one of your main writing, I can only encourage you to continue that way.

      A really good job !

      1. Jacob Guillerey Avatar
        Jacob Guillerey

        thanks ! 😀
        Ehhhh betrayal, kinda but it’s more like revenge on this one 😛

        I will ! or at least I will try.

  26. Born, Blood, Bred
    By Alvarren

    I used to like the beach you know? Not the ocean itself but the calming waves washing on the red sand, the soft sand under my feet, the feeling of serenity.

    Now look at me, unable to go anywhere near the site, nowhere near where the bodies lie.

    “Take a drink.” Froke said, offering up the bottle, which I quickly rejected.

    “Too much blood will do me no good.”

    “Suit yourself.” Froke took a giant swing from the bottle and smacked his lips. “Good stuff.”

    Its snowing outside, not heavy snow that lays the world in white, but the type that melts as soon as it touches the ground. At least it washes away the chalk marks.

    Two years since the incident, not one soul has returned the same. Either broken to the point of no return or traumatized to the extent that they wont dare to leave this mansion again.

    Fine by me, they deserved every bit of it, their blood sufficient to fuel this household another ten years.

    Shuffling down the stairs I took one last look at the machine we built. Oh how beautiful it is, such efficiency with the art of setting up our rituals, purifying the by products.

    I lit a match and opened up the hatch to the storage compartment and ignored the warning of no fire. With a flick of my finger the tiny trail of flame found it way down to the pool blood red.

    “I am going on a walk, tell mother I will be back in a hour.” I told Froke, who was half asleep reading a book on the couch. He nodded and I headed out the massive obsidian doors.

    Looking back at the building, I smiled, soon it will be full of screaming and terror. Claret fire can not be put out that easily, especially one started by blood as potent as mine. The pain from bleeding on my finger doesn’t match the joy that felt as I marched off into the dark forest.

    1. Interesting concept, a house of vampires that not only drink blood but use it to fuel their house. Also the vindictive plot of the main character is interesting, especially since it hints at them being more human than their family and wanting a change in their vampiric existence. Good job!

  27. The Red Sands
    By Dead-Gir

    “You’re surrounded and half dead already. Give up now and maybe we’ll let you have a cushy grave.” The thugs snickered.

    The wounded Man did not reply. His legs trembled as he struggled to stay standing. The enemy closed in, thinking him weak and ready for death, yet his legs sturdy themselves against the winds that blew past.

    “You think me weak, like wounded prey to be carved?” He replied back, his voice booming against the dark, “Fools. Weakness is but a trick of the mind. And my mind has yet to stop toiling, thinking of the many ways I may bring about your demise.”

    Unfazed by his threats, the thugs advanced on the warrior. Clubs, spears, swords and shields, weapons of all manners were brought to fight against one armored man with a blood-soaked sword. Yet upon their approach surpassing a dangerous threshold the Thugs found themselves stuck in their tracks.

    The first Thug to run up to the Man was met with their sword being knocked into the sky from an upward parry, followed by a massive gash being opened in their chest.

    Blood sprays from their gash and paints the Man’s armor. The sheen of the metal was coated with a red paste, oozing down the sides of the Man’s metal mask as he stood tall against the looming threat.

    As the blood dripped down, staining the luscious grass that shrouded his boots, the Man thought back to his home. A precious island of red sands that stretch endlessly against the tide, the smell of the sea’s salty air rushes back into his nostrils.

    Home. Home is where he must return. Home is the only place on his mind.
    He raises his weapon close to his shoulder, wind blows wildly past him as it did on his beaches.

    His legs stood firm, his heart beat slow, his eyes focused forward on the task at hand.
    The blood that dripped from his armor was only a portion of the blood he would spill.

    All for the sake of going back home.

    Back to the Red Sands.

    1. This could easily be expanded on and made into a movie, I would watch it for sure, I would love to see the lead up to the situation and what follows , I like your style. It flows really well to me. Keep up the good work, I look forward to seeing more from you. I enjoy gorey type stories very much.

    2. Jacob Guillerey Avatar
      Jacob Guillerey

      Wow wow wow wow wow.
      This was awesome. From the fluidity of the action, to the musicality of the words used, your text really sent me into the situation and rocked me with awesome intent.

      If I had one nitpick it would be that we don’t know any of the thugs or what kind of warriors they are, but we do not have to care as the character dosn’t. (And I do believe that in 350 words, it’s hard to give out many details.)

      Loved the text through and through. Will be watching out for your texts in the future !

  28. ArtemisSage Avatar
    ArtemisSage

    The Machine
    by ArtemisSage

    No matter what comes of me in the future, I will never return to the house of Dr. Herbert.

    I had been long time acquainted with Dr. Herbert when he made the request that will forever haunt me. I had recently started my new job at the hospital morgue, working the night shift, when the office phone rang. It was he on the other end, asking to see me once I had finished. Believing this to be a friendly chat, I agreed on the spot. Now, I wish I hadn’t.

    Upon reaching the horrid manor, I was taken aback when Dr. Herbert answered the door before I could even knock. As though he had been watching for me. With boyish glee, he walked me into the house, explaining his discovery. Most of which I have now thankfully forgotten. Yet I could never forget the smile on the old man’s face as he spoke. Nor could I forget the reason for his calling on me.

    Down into the basement, he led me, talking all the while about how he would change the world. Though there was only one small problem. And that was where I came in.

    “For you see, nothing I have used allows it to work as properly as I would have liked. Nothing, that is, except for this,”

    Herbert held up a jar with red liquid. How I wish I could still be ignorant as to what was inside that jar.

    “This is where you come in, old friend. Your profession gives to direct access to this very substance that I require. None need find out, and none need get hurt. I assume you have the tools required for such an act at your place of work already, if not, I can supply you with some,”

    My eyes never left the jar. For a moment I was blissfully unaware of what he was trying to get at. And then I knew. And I ran. I ran from that horrid place. For blood was his need. And somehow, he had already gotten enough to test on his machine.

    1. Lee Strangely Avatar
      Lee Strangely

      I like this, it has the feeling of a someone recounting an event while explaining to someone where it all went wrong. The story manages to communicate a very distinct picture and feel without having to use any real detailed or vivid descriptions. How the narrator reacts, and how they describe the events here was written well and does a great job translating his emotions to the reader (and allowing them to feel it to a degree). Overall, I’d say you’ve done a good job with this.

    2. Quetzalcoatl Avatar
      Quetzalcoatl

      The story is really good in my opinion. What I especially liked was the Lovecraftian feeling it gave off. For example, the way the machine is described. It is obscure, without definitive form nor function, yet with a single terrifying detail to inflict horror upon the audience. The narrative is also well made, quite like in Lovecraft’s works. Only problem I see is, that one can’t really write these kinds of stories with only so many words, so that it is unable to show its full effect. But nevertheless, I still think that it is a great work.

  29. Matthew R. Wright Avatar
    Matthew R. Wright

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    1. Semantics Avatar

      Gave me a solid giggle

      1. Matthew R. Wright Avatar
        Matthew R. Wright

        Howdy, glad it gave you a giggle.

    2. Jacob Guillerey Avatar
      Jacob Guillerey

      OK that was fun.

      UNfortnatly, I don’t have much to say, it feels very realistic as a script for a sponsor sent or used in a video or on an instagram post. My first instinct by reading the first words were to press the right key on my keyboard to skip the ad part of the video.

      Why specifically stockholm though ? i must admit it made me curious. Also, who is renfield?

      Very funny answer to the prompt

      1. Matthew R. Wright Avatar
        Matthew R. Wright

        Howdy, thank you for the comment. In answer to your questions, Stockholm is the location of a supposed “Vampire Murder” in the 1930s, where blood was removed (Drank) from a victim. I added it as one of the blood references in the story. Same as with Renfield, as the name is from a character in the famous book ‘Dracula’ by Bram Stoker. I tried to fill the story with plenty of blood and vampire references. 🙂

        1. Jacob Guillerey Avatar
          Jacob Guillerey

          Ohhhhh I get it 😛

    3. Amazing job on this! (seriously I was laughing really hard, which is kind of twisted, but it still happened) First of all, I love the concept of making it a video sponsor spoof. It brings a fresh idea to the mix that is very entertaining. Second, you blend the dark undertones and bright humor extremely well! I love how it pokes fun at all the energy drink ads out there while still keeping that feeling of creeping horror. Again, amazing job!

      1. Matthew R. Wright Avatar
        Matthew R. Wright

        Howdy, thank you Karl. Glad you enjoyed the stuff so much. I was hesitant to submit it, as i didn’t know if it was good enough or match up to the prompt. But I’m glad I did, as people seem to enjoy it.

    4. Norman Gray Avatar
      Norman Gray

      I’m reminded of a joke from Futurama:

      “They have a soft drink made out of people: Soylent Cola.”

      “Is it any good?”

      “It varies from person to person.”

      One of these days I want to write something like this, a good bit of satire. . . Unfortunately it usually only happens when I absolutely can’t come up with anything else for a prompt, so I make something silly and ridiculous in spite of it.

      Hopefully one of these weeks my muse will fail me, then you’ll have some other satire to compete with. 🙂

    5. This was hilarious. Even the idea of having the advertisement break as the story is great, and the execution was just brilliant.
      I already liked the tier list (who the hell would even do that), “That Guy from Reddit” was also mad funny, and I especially loved the flavor names.
      And there’s always this underlying threat…

      Really, bloody good story! Thank you for writing and sharing this!

  30. This House Will Fall

    Sarah J. Herbison

    Tassien sat by a crackling fire with a spool of yarn and two knitting needles. The fire created shadows on the cold stone of the castle wall. She made intricate loops in the crimson cloth with delicate fingers.

    “What do you weave, girl?”

    Tassien looked at the voice to see a palace guard, his large frame filling the doorway. He was more than twice her size. She was barely more than a girl with wan features and pale hair.

    “A blanket to keep out the cold.”

    “The King will have many blankets to choose from in his chamber,” said the guard as his lips curled into a snide smile.

    “I didn’t agree to marry the King. So I’ll knit this shroud and live in these stone walls.”
    “The King chose you, and you cannot refuse him. You dare spit on such an honor girl-”

    “An honor? He hanged his last two brides!”
    The guard loomed over her as he pointed a thick finger at her.

    “Only because they couldn’t give him a son. Lady Tassien. He is the last of his bloodline. If you refuse him an heir, you will throw this land into chaos.”

    “Then let this kingdom fall! The King’s guard murdered my parents in cold blood to loot what little they had in the refinery. He works the peasants to death. This House must fall!”

    The guard yanked Tassien up, holding her face close to his. Her blue eyes turned to pinpricks in the firelight, and his breath reeked of garlic and tobacco.

    “My Lady Tassien, if you refuse to birth an heir, I will throw you from the top of this tower onto the rocks below. This kingdom must continue even if it runs on blood.” He tossed her into her chair. It rocked back hard, hitting her on the head. The guard slammed the door, and his armored footsteps echoed behind him.

    Tassien wept as she picked up her yarn. She continued to knit her crimson blanket for the newborn heir.

    1. Quetzalcoatl Avatar
      Quetzalcoatl

      Personally, I like this story, even though it is quite heavy. Especially the topic, which is truer than one would like it to be. The nation runs on the blood of its citizens, of their sacrifices and everyday work, which is why I think that this post works really well with this week’s theme. What I do find curious though, is that it strangely reminded me of king Henry VIII. Well, anyways, it is definitely a great piece of work.

  31. The Thirteenth Blood
    By Sam C.

    He gritted his teeth from the pain as he pulled out the needle. His hands trembled as his veins stopped throbbing and slowly faded back to normal. He walked out the door, throwing the syringe in the trash can as he went.

    That made twelve. Twelve bloods of creatures nearly extinct. Twelve times he had become stronger, more able. He’d find and kill that horrid man if it was the last thing he’d do. His life with him was Hell, so he ought to pay him back.

    He had been so lost in thoughts he hadn’t realized he’d nearly gotten himself lost too. Looking around, he gathered his bearings and headed toward an empty lot, squinting against the setting sun.

    As he crossed the line onto the cracked earth, he counted his steps in, turned around, and stepped into a crowded building. It was colder here, and lit with glaring red lights. He pulled his black leather jacket close and maneuvered himself to the right stall.

    “You’re cutting the time between these real short,” The man remarked, seeing him.

    “That doesn’t concern you,” he replied. “Just give me the next blood.”

    “This one’s a higher jump,” commented the man, ”more die than get stronger from it. You sure you don’t wanna wait?”

    “Shut up and give me the price, I didn’t come here for life advice.”

    “It’s the blood of a demon! You lose so much more to this than any other blood,” The man argued frustratedly, “Do you really want to sell your humanity for power?”

    “Yes,” he said.

    The man sighed. He regretted ever selling it in the first place. “6,000.”

    He ventured out of the building and back onto the lot, which had turned to night. No one was around, so in the moonlight, he found the vein in his wrist and injected it. His head swam, his vision was blurred, and he fell to the ground.

    1. Matthew R. Wright Avatar
      Matthew R. Wright

      This is great. I love the bleak and serious tone of the story, as well as this extremely driven character whose trying to obtain this power. It’s interesting how there’s a merchant/dealer role within this vampire/blood community that has access to these vials/needles of blood. Makes for an mysterious character to observe. I also like the hook left at the end, with the cliffhanger. I genuinely want to know if our unnamed protagonist survived the injection or not. A great read.

    2. Charlie Ford Avatar
      Charlie Ford

      This story is remarkable. I love how it gives you just enough information to understand the premise but does not dive into excess detail. Your story also directly utilizes the prompt to the word but at the same time is a unique and interesting take on the topic. Great job, keep writing!!

  32. The Missing Link Avatar
    The Missing Link

    The Crossing (Flight of the Fairy)
    By: The Missing Link

    “An urgent report, sir,” the squire burst into the tent, lungs begging for breath.

    “What is it, soldier?” asked Bartholomew, still waiting to grow into his hastily fashioned uniform.

    “The king’s army has crossed the Frentra.”

    Bartholomew’s eyes threatened to break from their sockets, his veins crawling to the surface of his skin, “They what?” He tried in vain to contain his tone, “You are dismissed, soldier.”

    Not waiting for a salute, Bartholomew spun on his heel and gave the princess a pointed glare, “Well?”

    “What do you want me to say?” she frowned.

    “That your father has lost his damned mind,” his face reddened with every word, “That he’ll be the death of us.”

    “He is your king.” She gripped her communication crystal so tight her fingers felt numb, for all it accomplished to calm her down. Even her fairy had abandoned her now.

    He stood for a moment with an ineffable expression before he slowly began to speak. The heat was gone from his voice. Nothing but cold hatred remained as he calmly responded, “Fuck the king.” After pausing a moment to process the weight of his words, he continued, “And if I may be frank, Titania, fuck you. I should have turned you in to your father the minute I found you. I guess fuck me too. If only you’d been a good little girl and gotten married, we wouldn’t…”

    She slapped him, the sound echoing through the empty tent. She couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. She didn’t care.

    Bartholomew grabbed her shoulders, hard. “No… the marriage is dead now. I’m sorry Titania.” He still refused to use her title, “But… you still have a way to serve this kingdom. Kill him.”

    “What?”

    “Kill him. His own daughter… yes, you’re the perfect assassin.”

    “I will not kill my father.”

    “Then you would kill us all. It’s that bastard or us, everything we are. Our culture, our art, our people… everything we’ve struggled to build all these years, blotted out at the caprice of two bloodthirsty madmen. If you don’t…”

    “I’m sorry.”

    She left the tent.

    1. Lee Strangely Avatar
      Lee Strangely

      If this is meant to be the beginning of a universe, then I’d say that this is a great start! If this was meant to continue off of a previous story, then I congratulate you on making a chapter that can survive on it’s own and still connect to a greater narrative. I may not know exactly what’s going on behind the scenes, but the the characters feelings and reactions paint a very good picture of what these events mean to them and should mean to the reader. If your aiming to carry a shared narrative, I think you’re currently doing a fantastic job!

    2. Semantics Avatar

      A few unnecessary pieces of information like the fairy but great wording. Good description of emotions too.

  33. Iosef Paramonov Avatar
    Iosef Paramonov

    Vampire in the Library
    By Iosef Paramonov

    The tall figure towered over the library main counter. He wore a black cloak wrapped around him tight, along with somber top hat. Only his eyes and forehead could be seen – he had pupils as red as blood, and skin as pale as snow. He was a Vampire.

    The young librarian at the counter had trembled so much that her name tag (‘Jenny’) had fallen off. “H-How can I h-help you t-today, sir?” she stammered.

    The Vampire leaned forward until he was but an inch from Jenny’s face, and said in a whisper that could cut ice, “I am looking for a book.”

    “W-what b-book?” asked Jenny.

    The Vampire leaned away and nodded to the rest of the library, whose patrons were now cowering under its many desks.

    “Show me… the cookery section…”

    Jenny stumbled out of her seat and against the nearest bookcase. She turned in horror as the Vampire floated over to her expectantly. She was terrified, she felt tears in her eyes, and yet some invisible force compelled her to say, “Th-this way!” and stagger in the direction of the cookery section.

    Every step felt like it was made of lead. Her mind raced, flicking through images of sautéed blood, roasted flesh, and oven-baked organs. Just as her legs gave way, she made it to the correct aisle. She grasped a bookshelf for support.

    “Th-the c-cookery s-section…” she stuttered.

    The cloak lowered from the Vampire’s face, revealing the most horrific, blood-curdling grin ever.

    “Excellent.” he said.

    He reached out a blanched claw towards Jenny. The room seemed to darken, his canines seemed to lengthen, his eyes grew wide with hunger and delight. Jenny couldn’t move. She couldn’t breathe…

    He took a book off the shelf Jenny was holding onto. A green book.

    Its title was “365 Vegan Recipes by Tom Atto.”

    He lifted it up gently and said with the most innocent smile on his face, “Could I borrow this, please?”

    1. Lee Strangely Avatar
      Lee Strangely

      This feels very wholesome, yet creepy in a very Tim Burton sort of way. The descriptions are incredibly vivid and build up most of the story’s tension. How it’s described visually and tonally it reminds me of something you would see in the 2012 Dark Shadows movie. It’s all very well written. If I had nitpick I would say that the second subversion/reveal didn’t work as well as the first, but to me that doesn’t harm the story at all. You’ve done a great job.

    2. Norman Gray Avatar
      Norman Gray

      I love it. Just the idea of a vampire chef trying to learn to cook ‘human food’ is a fun idea; the struggle of trying to create palettable meals that he himself can’t taste or eat.

      The question remains: Who is he cooking for? Someone he wants to impress? A potential love interest, perhaps?

      He just needs to make sure he leaves out the garlic. . .

      Lots of fun directions this could be taken in. We’ll done.

    3. As is probably obvious, I like vampire stories. And I especially like vampire stories with a certain twist.
      And this story was one of the good ones, indeed. The descriptions of the vampire gave off a mysterios and eery feel, the horror of the young woman was obvious as well, and that twist was just hilarious. Who would have thought the vampire wanted a vegan cook book?
      I think there was an ‘a’ missing in the first paragraph (before the “somber top hat” bit), but that’s about as nit-picky as I can get with this story.

      Thank you for sharing this!

  34. It’s like blood.

    By Galer.

    Fanie looked at the liquid in her hands, It looked like blood, and smelled like it too.

    But she could quickly tell it wasn’t blood, she is a Moroi after all, and normal blood would have trigger her so much hated psychological impulse, that she maintained under control thanks to her therapist.

    However this substance that dissolved into gas didn’t, and it came from the nasty wound on his friend’s right arm due to an accident.

    They bandaged the wound and cleaned themselves, but she still had a question in her head.

    “What are you, Samuel?” Fanie asked with genuine curiosity, to her friend in front of him drinking a cup of coffee,” I meant you didn’t seem to be bothered by the wound after all.”

    “Oh dear believe me is painful, I am just capable of handling it, “Samuel responded, “though I am not completely human”

    “Ok, so one you were either born in a lab or something else?” Fanie asked again, “two why you didn’t tell me?”

    “Ok to respond to question one, no I am not a lab baby, my ancestor is, but I was one hundred and ten percent born naturally,” Samuel said, “second you didn’t ask.”

    “Oh please don’t be smarmy, with me jackass,” Fanie said with a deadpan expression on her face looking at the smiling Samuel “but now that I was answered to, what is that thing that looks like blood”

    “Oh that, that is a liquid that breakdowns everything I eat into energy ” Samuel explained ” yes it’s weird at its sounds, I still need to go to the bathroom to shower thought”

    “Well it does explain why you don’t get tired,” Fanie said while she suddenly looked a bit bleak “and I thought I suddenly got over that curse”

    “Hey don’t don’t give me that long face,” Samuel said ” things are going to get better”

    Fanie just let out a sigh and smiled. She would give him that.

    For now, she needs to be optimistic, because one day this curse will be nothing more than a distant memory.

    1. Matthew R. Wright Avatar
      Matthew R. Wright

      Interesting tale you have there Galer. I did notice a couple of grammar mistakes in there, such as the “would have triggered her so much hated psychological impulse.” I don’t know if there’s meant to be a ‘triggered IN her a so much hated…” or something, but it made sentences like that quite hard to understand what you were trying to say. Besides that, I did enjoy the short story and would love to see an expansion on it. Hope that this is constructive. I could be completely wrong and if I am, ignore me.

      1. Is more a “Trigger for her so much Hated Impulse” Like an instinct that got suddenly flipped on, Moroi are poor humans that got infested by strigoi (vampires, but used as biological weapons with the mind and souls of a serial killer and horrid human criminal shoved into their bodies althouth some of then have their mind screwed up in that way on prupose to be used as a terror weapon by lucifer) Moroi are victims, infected with this virus that does a Variety of Horrid things to you, Including a psicological need to crude human blood went in fact your body cant process it or likes the tates.

        is a curse.

    2. Reinkarnitor Avatar
      Reinkarnitor

      Very nice short stroy, sometime the “,” is set weird but that is a minor concern at best. You gave us two very interesting characters. One question still remains for me. The entire thing was about Fanie and Samuel. Then all of a sudden there is the name Fried popping up. I was a bit confused when I read it, where she came from. Was she there the whole time? And if yes, why was she not mentioned?

      The scene itself is very good though, as are the characters personalities. Keep it up ^^

      1. Thats Fanie, that just a typo thank you for finding it.

  35. Pulse

    By:Hastaw

    The day darkened; escaping death was no easy fate.

    At first, you cross the threshold of his domain. The rocky textures across the tunnel feel almost soft to the touch. There is a brownish-blue hue that feels oddly comforting. You turn around and believe something’s following you. There’s nothing except for the stalagmites that shouldn’t be there.

    “Is something following me?” I thought while questioning my intent to walk toward the light. I start towards the tunnel in the opposite direction, but something stops me in my tracks. It’s a black hole that eats the light from the other side, the souls of people long gone.

    It almost had me, but I ran through instead of succumbing to the magnetic pull of the darkness. I had a bad feeling, like a hot chill bursting through my chest. I woke, horrified.

    I had to go to the doctor with my mom that day, so I got dressed. We crossed the street while my mom held my hand.

    “Hello!” The greeting came flat. “We have an appointment with dr. Greenfield today”
    “Right this way,” the nurse directed. I touched my daughter’s hand; it felt like ice. I squeezed it, hoping to warm it back up.

    “Hello!” the doctor came in like he hadn’t been thirty minutes late to his appointment. “What have we got here today?”
    “She displays chronic fatigue and has a constant fever with no more symptoms,” I explain. “I just want to know if there is anything serious we should know about.”

    “Understandable,” he agreed. “We need to do a routine check for vitals. We will begin the examination then.”

    He checked her weight and height. Then he took us in to check her blood pressure. Her blood pressure wasn’t there. He assured me there had to be something wrong with the machine, but when I went to hold her hand, it was so cold. I don’t understand.

    1. This story gave me chills—a great description of a medical environment and dealing with a child’s illness. The clinical setting is unnerving enough but adding the symptoms of vampirism for a child is terrifying for any parent.

  36. Lee Strangely Avatar
    Lee Strangely

    Blood-Type
    (Originally from Private)
    by Lee Strangely

    The weather was brutal, with Brant struggling to get inside the house with the box before the door slammed behind him. Once inside, the sound of the howling wind was overshadowed by a raucous clickity-clack; it echoed throughout the house and grew furiously louder the closer he got.

    At its origin, the darkness was pierced by the bright white of a screen, and the shadow of a man whose hands frantically abused every key on the keyboard. Onscreen, words, sentences, and even entire paragraphs repeatedly appeared and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

    “So… How’s the writing?” Brant muttered.

    “It’s the perfect prompt,” the author griped, “that I can’t seem to write anything for!”

    Brant tried to comfort him, “If you can’t write, then don’t. What’s it called… Tale Foundry? You said they have a prompt like every week. There’s nothing wrong with skip-”

    “I’ve only ever skipped a prompt once, and I don’t plan to do it again,” he snapped, “What kind of a writer am I if a skipped a challenge simply because I didn’t like it.”

    “It’s past midnight!”

    “And?”

    Brant sighed, placing the antique on the table.

    “Another typewriter?” the author groaned.

    “It’s special. The seller said it… guarantees results… Just try it.”

    “Alright.” He reluctantly pressed a key.

    “OW! W-what was that!?” he shouted, seeing a mark on his finger start to bleed.

    “Trust me!” Brant insisted as he then thrusted both of the author’s hands into the keyboard. The author gasped in pain.

    “What did you…” he tried pulling away, but the machine held him as it typed away; his hands painfully dragged about by the keys bouncing up and down.

    After a shrill ding, it finally let go of the exhausted author. He looked in shock at his bloody fingers as Brant pulled the paper from the machine.

    Brant gazed upon the complete story written in red, “Final word count: three hundred fifty. Hmm… ‘Blood-Type.’ Odd title…”

    The author glanced over, “It used my real name…”

    “Yeah. Probably should change that… How about something, mysterious, that evokes intrigue… something strange… yeah… strange.”

    1. Iosef Paramonov Avatar
      Iosef Paramonov

      Wow! How coincidental! The name of your story is Blood-Type. How odd…

      Anyway, that was a very fun and cheekily self-referential story. You write good dialogue. I hope that Tale Foundry picks up on this and does read it allowed, it’s too good to miss.

      Hope your fingers feel better….

    2. ArtemisSage Avatar
      ArtemisSage

      I love the idea of going meta with this prompt. It’s an interesting idea that not many can do, and even few can do well. And I personally think this was done excellently. Also, not going to lie, the idea of the typewriter forcing you to write is actually scary. In a sort of Stephan King kind of way.

    3. Norman Gray Avatar
      Norman Gray

      I see you and I both adhere to the same philosophy: It doesn’t matter what you write, so long as you write SOMETHING. Anything.

      Weirdly enough your idea is similar to a story I started and abandoned for this prompt; a book written in blood, that can put words on the page so long as you keep giving it blood. . . Although I think I like your idea better, there’s something a bit more menacing about the mechanical workings of a typewriter; it’s easier to imagine someone losing control to the machine, and slowly being bled dry in pursuit of their story.

  37. Bottled up
    By contract

    Douglas ran forward, leaving Arthur on the spot, and opened the small opaque flask.

    “Just stay here and let me get this over with !” he screamed.

    “I forbid you from drinking that ! You have no idea of the effects it could have on you !” Arthur screamed back at him.

    “Oh, please. That old woman told you it may be dangerous, yet all the myths say consuming it gives infinite stamina, unlimited strength and a power so impressive you would never need to use all of it !”

    “Do you crave power that much to take the risk ? We swore to take this thing where it could never be found !”

    “Crave power ? We have been walking through this endless desert for a month now. Excuse me if I’m tired. Excuse me if I want to use the only shortcut available. Excuse me if I have the source of an unfathomable power in the palm of my hand that I can’t use just because you said so !”

    Arthur was now close enough to jump and take the bottle from Douglas’s hands.
    He was adjusting himself, when Douglas drew and pointed his gun at him.

    “Stay back. I don’t want to kill you. But if you try to force me to stay in this hell any longer, I won’t hesitate.” Douglas said assertively.

    Arthur was standing as still as he could on the uneven sea of sand.

    “Listen. We have been through a lot to get this. Especially you. And it’s your right to wanting to use it, but-”

    “You still don’t understand ! I don’t care about this stupid bottle. I just want to get out of here. I just want this useless quest to be over. I want to go home. I will not suffer any longer because of your futile decision ! I AM TIRED !” he interrupted abruptly.

    He looked at Arthur, while slowly lifting the bottle to his mouth.

    “I hope this is truly the Blood of God” he whispered before quickly swallowing the precious velvet liquid.

    1. Reinkarnitor Avatar
      Reinkarnitor

      Very nice story, the tension is really feelable. Just one question though: Arthur took the bottle from Douglas and I did not see anything that inquires him getting it back…so…did Arthur drink the blood of god in the end or was it Douglas? And if it was Arthur, did he change his mind so quickly? Just asking for context.

      To be stuck in a place like that is truly hell and I especially loved the line “Excuse me if I want to use the only shortcut available!” Very honest and yet very understandable.

      Keep it up ^^

      1. I may have presented it badly. I meant that Arthur was about to jump on Douglas and take the bottle. But while he was preparing himself, Douglas drew his gun and prevented him from approaching any further.

        Thanks for your review !

    2. Whelp! That’s gonna end badly. I do love that both sides have merit though. Arthur makes sense because in no world does drinking that just give you power with no price paid. But on the other side, it is human to have limits and Douglas has clearly reached his.

      It also makes me curious how Douglas was put on this quest in the first place to be so done with it while Arthur clearly isn’t. And questions like those create intrigue.

      Very well done!

    3. Tamela Redfin Avatar
      Tamela Redfin

      Loved every second of it.

    4. Jacob Guillerey Avatar
      Jacob Guillerey

      CLIFFHANGER !

      As you said, self contained as it needs to be. It could also be a turning point of a book, or part of the challenges that the friendship these two have faces in the middle of a novel.

      Also a character failing against temptation not due to ambition but to tiresome trials is very much more interesting than the other way around.

      A goody but a shorty. Of course i’m just mad I don’t know what happens next but it’s kinda the point of the ending now isn’t it ? (Also with what happens next not obligatorly being themeingly interesting as the resitance to temptation and not the results of it is the theme of this text to my eyes.)

      GG WP

      1. Thanks !

  38. Mango Gravy Avatar
    Mango Gravy

    Friendly Favour
    By Mango Gravy

    “Aemin.”

    “Yeah?”

    “We’ve come to know each other well these past few months.”

    “Days. A week at most.”

    “Indeed, I would consider you a good friend despite our brief acquaintance.”

    “How touching.”

    “And it pains me to ask so much from a friend so soon, but it really is of the utmost importance.”

    “Go on then.”

    “I need a bit of your blood.”

    “Just a bit?”

    “A pint should be more than enough.”

    “I don’t like this.”

    “Oh, it’s nothing. Humans have so much blood, after all. So… so much blood. You won’t miss it, but a litre or so would mean the world to me.”

    “What for?”

    “Ah, well. I suppose I might as well be honest. You see, decades ago, my enemies imprisoned me in this gemstone you now carry. Luckily I am a wizard of not insignificant skill, and I have identified that the material they trapped me in is resistant to all but one discipline of magic. Haemomancy.”

    “Mhmmm.”

    “Now, I happen to have studied a little haemomancy. With enough blood to power the spell I have in mind, a gallon perhaps, I will be able to break free.”

    “What will you do once you’re free?”

    “Nothing too untoward, I assure you. First, I intend to take revenge. I’ll track down my enemies and slaughter them, as well as all their loved ones. And anyone who stands in my way… maybe a few bystanders… livestock perhaps… and I might as well-”

    “I’ll stop you right there,” Aemin said. “I’m not one for wanton violence.”

    “Hey, don’t knock it till you-”

    Aemin stuffed the ruby deep into his pack and sighed.

    “I’m going mad,” he said to himself. Aemin had always heard that travelling under the desert sun could make a man’s brain turn to mush. He had also heard the same of travelling alone for too long. He also vaguely remembered similar warnings about drinking fairies’ blood on an empty stomach.

    “Doing all three,” Aemin muttered as he uncorked his gourd, “Was probably unwise.”

    1. This story is hilarious. It has definite Discworld vibes. The only thing I’d change is I’d switch the last paragraph and the line above it for clarity. I really enjoyed this story, and it gave me a good chuckle.

      1. Mango Gravy Avatar
        Mango Gravy

        You’re absolutely right about the clarity of the last bit so I played around with it a little. I quite like this configuration.
        And thanks for reading. I’m glad you liked it.

    2. Semantics Avatar

      good bit. i feel like you could have let the character have a bit more fun with the voice since he though it was fake. like the other commenter said the ending could use a bit of fixing.

      1. Mango Gravy Avatar
        Mango Gravy

        My initial draft had a much more dynamic back and forth, but I had to cut it down significantly to fit the word limit.
        I’ve redone the ending again. This is probably the best I can do with it for now.
        The feedback is much appreciated. Thanks for reading.

  39. Gamesolotl Avatar

    The Stem
    by Gamesolotl

    Content Warning: substance abuse, child death

    Boris gave a weary smile at the hundreds of red-bottomed petri dishes stacked behind the glass of the incubator. All seemed good, so he turned his attention at the data gathered on his computer. With a bang, the door to the lab slammed open, but it was not enough for Boris to turn his attention away from the graphs and heatmaps.

    “Good news, looks like all but 7 of the treated heart tissue samples have successfully been reprogrammed and reverted into embryonic stem cells. We’re getting good at this. I told you we were ready for the next step,” he said to his tardy colleague.

    “The gig’s up,” she slurred. “ethics committee is shutting us down.”

    The heatmaps melted into a green blur as Boris became nauseous. “What?! Christ, we’re so close! How the hell did they find out?” he cried, releasing his attention from the monitor. “…is that whiskey?”

    Fatima took a big swig from the brown bottle. “Your bloody ex-wife handed samples over. Doesn’t take a genius to fig…figure out what’s going on when the DNA of these ‘mice’ samples are almost the same as you’s, Boris!”

    “But- but if they saw how close we are, and how revolutionary this is, surely they’ll turn a blind eye! These embryos just need some time to grow, and- and as soon as they bind to the synthetic placenta we’re golden!”

    “Fuckin’ doubt they will. And you don’t care about how revolutionary this is, either. Selfish prick.”

    “Don’t preach to me about being selfish,” Boris growled, grabbing a petri dish and looking at it under the microscope to distract himself. “You only care about having your name in some prestigious journal. Just do your part and pretend you didn’t know the truth and speak about selfishness when you’ve got kids of your own, got it?”

    “This ain’t gonna fix shit, Boris. This won’t bring him back.”

    “Get the fuck out of my lab,” Boris hissed, clawing at the dials to adjust the microscope.

    He fell silent, and his lip began trembling. “Look at this, Fatima,” he said, choking up. “He’s bound.”

    1. Mango Gravy Avatar
      Mango Gravy

      I didn’t expected such a grounded story out of a prompt like this but
      You’ve made the science here realistic without too much jargon, and tied it to a story that feels personal. A story like this would normally focus on the folly of trying to play God, but towards the end this turns towards why someone would want to play God in the first place.
      Well done, I say.

  40. What casts this shadow?
    By Mephistopheles

    The stiff winter wind, the rancid smell of the woods, the meager light of a crescent moon. The labored breath of a shadow.

    It had been close, this time. She had barely made it in time. Now, she leaned against a tree, exhausted.

    Chaos and confusion could be heard in the distant town, where little specks of torchlight danced around frantically. Another had fallen to her blade. Another name had been struck off her endless list. He had been a priest and in those days of religious uncertainty, they were heavily guarded. But what good are guards against a shadow?

    A sudden burst of energy flowed through her, renewing her strength. Her offering had been accepted. She set off again, her eyes pinned on her next target. How many had she killed? She didn’t remember. In fact, her own name had faded from her memory. Was her sister still alive? Her mistress had promised life for her sister as long as blood was spilled in her name. That was centuries ago. She was a mere human back when she signed the contract. Was there any meaning left to her endless mission?

    It didn’t matter, not anymore. It was all she knew, now. She had become death itself.

    The mistress sat in a pristine garden, bathed in sunlight. A small fountain bubbled beside her. A book lay open before her, but she seemed distracted. She stared intently at the fountain, as if waiting for something. The water flashed red for a brief moment and a sad smile tugged at her lips.

    “Did she succeed?”, came a little voice behind her.

    “She dares not fail”, returned the mistress, as the little girl took a seat beside the mistress. “Wouldn’t you like to see her again?”

    “I strive to wrest this world from the clutches of the gods,” said the girl, glaring into the fountain, “if she survives long enough, I will. Until then, do as you are told.”

    The mistress nodded, sorrowfully, as the fountain flashed red again and with it, the girl’s eyes.

    1. Matthew R. Wright Avatar
      Matthew R. Wright

      There are quite a few beautiful lines in this story, creating a great picture in the mind of the reader. I love the implication that even the mistress of our character serves something higher, a never ending chain of more and more powerful beings serving stronger and stronger more fearing masters. It teases the reader with a glimpse that there is something greater going on in the story than just our protagonist’s mission to kill in the name of her mistress. Interesting story, told well. Well done!

  41. Calliope Rannis Avatar
    Calliope Rannis

    The Difference Between Life And Living (Nyx’s Story)
    By Calliope Rannis

    I get judged by people a lot.

    I mean sure, everyone gets judged by everyone else, but when someone sees a girl with deathly pale skin, hands like claws, and the fangs within her mouth…well, people tend to decide what kind of person I am pretty quick.

    And I understand. Hell, they’re probably correct.

    But there is one little assumption that grinds my gears. It’s not even a common one – most people just see me as a vampire, and think that I can consume nothing but blood. That belief, I can deal with.

    It’s the opposite assumption that I hate. The assumption from the educated, the intellectuals, the occultists. The ones that know what Dhampirs are.

    They assume that I don’t really need blood. I don’t need it to survive, and I can eat and drink regular food, so I should be fine. That I could be a good little normal citizen, and not a parasitic leech, if only I could just CONTROL myself.

    But they don’t know me.

    They don’t know what it is like to bite into an apple and taste fucking nothing. To force down a meal that might as well be grey flavourless sludge, just to get through another day. To live through life feeling dulled and slow and stupid, and trying to forget the neverending gnaw of hunger in your mind.

    And when I taste-! When I give in! The taste yes, the taste is beyond any other pleasure, but it’s more than that!

    When I taste blood, my tongue wakes up, and I can taste the apple! I can eat, and I can savour it, indulge in it, love it! My mind awakens, and suddenly I feel so smart, so fast, so strong and so wise, it all comes back! For a minute, a glorious, precious minute, I feel like I can do ANYTHING.

    But then it fades. Then, things grow dull again. And I want nothing else but just one more minute…

    That’s why I hate that assumption.

    Because yes, I don’t need blood to survive.

    But I need it to live.

    1. I love this small monologue. We quickly get that uneasy feeling as things go on.
      And the main character is really interesting, giving of vampire vibes, yet soemthing is different. The capitalized words really show the mental state of the character. Also, it may seems weird, but I really like how you use the punctuation.

      Good work !

    2. Purge, Bearer of Wrath Avatar
      Purge, Bearer of Wrath

      This is nicely measured. Ironically, somehow, in the act of describing those needs of a vampire that humans don’t grok, you humanise what it is to be vampire. Like the human-that-was arrives on the scene to defend the monster-that-is…. I like that.

      1. Calliope Rannis Avatar
        Calliope Rannis

        Glad you enjoyed it! So Nyx is technically a Dhampir rather than a full Vampire, otherwise she genuinely would only be able to consume blood – but even as only a ‘half’ vampire, it still sucks to go without it.

        (She’s also a gnome rather than a human, but that wasn’t relevent to the story at all so that didn’t come up. XD) And yes, it is a rather humanising effect overall. Defending her monstrous self, because she’d rather people think her a monster than think of her as mentally weak…

    3. I really connect with this one and I really look forward to reading the extended version. It’s so easy to judge someone when you don’t have to go through what they go through.

      And you do an excellent job of getting into Nyx’s frustration about that. It would be a horrible existence to not only taste nothing but have this constant hunger in the background that you have to will yourself to ignore.

      Getting at least flashes of flavor and excitement in there would make you justify the cost and that isn’t even counting the mental part of it, which would also be pretty terrifying if you’re aware that you could be so much more than you are if you just feed.

      I absolutely love Nyx’s justifications here. Great story!

    4. Arith_Winterfell Avatar
      Arith_Winterfell

      This is a really interesting tale for its exploration of the Dhampir experience. It really explores something different. It’s not the super powered butt kicking of Dhampir’s like Blade in his series of movies. It’s perpetual dullness of mind and body and experience. That is a unique take upon the experience of being a Dhampir. (Then again we never see Blade enjoy a good steak, but whatever.) But to explore how blood restores the human experience for the Dhampir! That really takes things in a different direction than most portrayals of blood drinking from vampires and vampire related kin. You really sum it up well and bring it home with a punch at the close of the story with the contrast between “surviving” and “living.” That really captures the whole of the story in a way that concludes with finality and force that makes this an excellent story! Well done! 🙂

    5. I loved the story. I found the way Nyx is written and contemplating about necessity of blood for living, not surviving. It reminds me of addict that needs their next fix to be living. It would in same way be something that is shunned by population.

      Because they don’t need it. Right? 😉

      Good Work!

    6. Given my speculations in another vampire story, I have to wonder… like Seymour Mushnik, I ask, “Does it have to be human?”

      Does Nyx _have_ to consume the blood of an intelligent creature? Has she tried other substitutes?

      Life without flavour has to suck.

  42. Reinkarnitor Avatar
    Reinkarnitor

    House Delivery

    by Reinkarnitor

    This was ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. How long has she been waiting for the delivery now? A week? Two weeks? She could not even tell anymore. Why couldn’t house deliveries ever arrive on schedule?

    “Fiona, calm down, you are rotating again”, the boy on the sofa said to the girl, who was walking circles in her living room.

    “Me? Rotating? No! What are you talking about?”, she stammered.

    He looked at her concerned.

    “I told you to order it a few days earlier. But you never want to listen to me.”

    She did not react, even though she knew he was right. She wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of agreeing with him.

    “Look…you have not eaten for days now. Just take some from me, I don’t want to see you starving”, he then reluctantly continued, and her eyes fixated him immediately.

    He exposed his neck to her and for a second Fionas mind ran wild. She could hear his blood pumping through his veins. Her instinct almost got the better of her, but then she averted her gaze at the last second.

    “I can’t! I won’t!”

    “You are starving!”

    “John, it has been decades since I last bit someone. I am a good vampire, a civilized one, I get my blood delivered!”

    John sighted and put his head straight again.

    “Always the same with you. I won’t judge you, you know? You need it to survive, and I won’t think lesser of you in any way, just because you need to bite me for that.”

    She shook her head.

    “You should leave for now”, she then murmured.

    “I am not going anywhere. Do you think I am leaving you alone at a time like this?”, he protested.

    “I don’t want to hurt you.” Now her voice was breaking.

    But before she could cry, John embraced her.

    “You’d never hurt me”, he whispered, and she finally calmed down a bit.

    Maybe she could go on a while longer. But seriously…this house delivery sure is a pain.

    1. I really like this short story. That quickly make us want to know more about the worlbuilding of this. Where does she buy the blood ? Who sells it ? Is she unique or is it prety common ?
      That’s also a pretty funny story in my opinion (this part at least), just because of the mundane elements.

      Good job !

    2. Two words: Keep pigs.

      1) Pigs are biologically similar enough to humans that some of their parts can be used in human surgeries. It’s entirely plausible that their blood could satisfy a vampire
      2) They’re also pretty smart housepets
      3) Relatively speaking, they’re probably also a low-cost solution to ethical blood-drinking.

      Alternately, if Fiona’s a VEGAN vampire… coconut water makes an excellent substitute for blood plasma. Adding the requisite iron and other nutrients can likely also be ethically sourced.

      …but where’s the fun in that?

    3. This is such a cute story, I love it! I love the dynamic this duo has. It’s such a wholesome relationship!
      “She could hear his blood pumping through his veins.” This was such a powerful line, it paints the difference in abilities of the two people in the scene. It works even better because John clearly knew this, but was willing to expose his neck anyway.
      “I won’t think lesser of you” I think this line really fleshes out the relationship. It’s clear that she really cares about his opinion and that’s a really sweet detail to add.
      With the way you’ve built it up, I almost expected the ending but I was still glad to read it.
      Great work!

      2 potential improvements, but I’m just nitpicking:
      Instead of “how long has it been”, maybe “had” should be the word, since the rest of the story is in the past tense?
      “I won’t think lesser of you”, maybe “I won’t think less of you” would work better, since “lesser” would kind of imply that he did think a little bit less of her already?

    4. Mango Gravy Avatar
      Mango Gravy

      Maybe the real blood delivery was the friends we made along the way.
      Great story. Fiona is absolutely adorable and John is absolutely heartwarming. I also like that this wasn’t resolved by her drinking his blood. I felt like that’s what was being built up to but I really like she was just panicking, and any urge she felt to drink from John might have just been head hunger from the stress.

  43. Purge, Bearer of Wrath Avatar
    Purge, Bearer of Wrath

    Red-handed
    by Purge, Bearer of Wrath

    “A cauldron of it! Not a phial. Not even a chalice. Oh no. Nothing less than a cauldron of blood!” Inspector Stroup rubbed her eyes in the vain hope that this might all be just an illusion.

    The three hags huddled sheepishly next to the smouldering fire. They stared into the dark bubbling liquid.

    “Iss aminals, iss is,” informed the most wizened of them.

    “Iss no’ humans,” claimed the hag who leant on a crooked crutch. She swirled the grey rags of her shawl around her.

    “No,” the three chorused. “Noooo’ humans.” They shook their heads emphatically.

    Inspector Stroup appeared serious. “I’ll have to see the bodies then,” she said.

    The hags’ eyes bulged.

    “Iss not many humans…” conceded Crutch.

    “Iss on’y wun,” tried Wizen.

    “Iss on’y ’sree,” corrected Crutch.

    “Iss on’y fai-ive!” squealed the third hag with the single tooth. The other two looked at her in awe. She shuffled and stared at the ground. She looked back into the cauldron. “Iss only ’sree,” she admitted.

    Inspector Stroup became stern. No one spoke for a while.

    “Villagers, I suppose?”

    “They is sooo mean,” said Crutch.

    “They spits at us,” hissed Tooth.

    “They throws stones!” cried Wizen.

    “They says I smells like a midden,” confessed Crutch in a hush.

    Inspector Stroup folded her arms. “Hardly excuse for murder and a blood-curse though, is it?” She considered for a moment. “They’ll guess it’s you, you know?”

    The hags grew frightened. They clutched each other close.

    Inspector Stroup sighed: “Tomorrow, I will call on the village council. I will explain there is a dragon whelp abroad. Technicalities regarding their warding, etc. But there… there should also be sheep missing somehow. Can you…?”

    Tooth produced a narrow gleaming blade from under her rags. “I’ll stick ’em,” she grinned.

    “Try to pretend it isn’t so much fun, dear,” said the Inspector. Tooth wrangled her face into an approximation of dismay.

    Inspector Stroup opened her satchel and after searching, withdrew a booklet of some several pages. ‘Application Form 106a: Submission for Cessation of Hexing.’

    “Better bring me some tea,” she said, “It’s going to be a long night.”

    1. Iosef Paramonov Avatar
      Iosef Paramonov

      I genuinely laughed out loud at this one. There are many dark stories on this page, so it’s always nice when someone breaks out their comedy chops. I’m getting Terry Pratchett vibes from you.

      I especially loved the stylized dialogue of the hags. And it was nice that the inspector decided to cover up for the three poor hags. You could really expand on that.

      Well done!

    2. Keeping with motive of horrible curses, yet written with comedy in strife. I was cackling while reading it. Magic made common so there is necessity to have office to make sure everything is tip top and no mass panic is introduced into the daily life of common man. Well Dragon sure will create panic, but the poor bullied hags with their bloody curse will not be main target.

      Great job!

    3. This was such a fun little scene! I love the atmosphere you’ve chosen for the story. I think the first line is a great hook.
      The hags trying to deceive Inspector Stroup and failing with each tactic was so precious! The dynamic between the inspector and the hags was really well-written. The subtle implication that this has happened before and the inspector is used to it, the hags trusting the inspector enough not to be scared of her but rather of what would happen if she couldn’t help them, the fact that the inspector chose to help the hags rather than the (clearly) hateful villagers… very well written.
      The way you’ve written the hags’ dialogues was my favorite part! I had no trouble constructing their voices in my head.
      “Tooth wrangled her face into an approximation of dismay”, this line was so funny, I could imagine her smiling with her head down.
      “Application Form 106a: Submission for Cessation of Hexing”, I loved this naming!
      Great story, well done!
      One tiny criticism:
      “The other two looked at her in awe”, perhaps “awe” might not be the best word here? I’m guessing they did kill five humans but want to enforce three? If that’s the case perhaps “annoyed” or “angrily” might work better. This was the only part that wasn’t fully clear (and maybe that’s intentional), but I wasn’t sure if they had killed three of five humans or if two of them had killed three humans and the remaining hag (tooth) had killed two more unbeknownst to the others.

      1. Purge, Bearer of Wrath Avatar
        Purge, Bearer of Wrath

        Hey, I’m so glad you liked this.

        The idea was that only three humans ended up in the cauldron – but just that Tooth is excitable and prone to occasional exaggeration…

  44. J. J. Peterson Avatar
    J. J. Peterson

    The Safe Haven
    J. J. Peterson

    In a city ruled by chaos, the order of this house was comforting to the patient. The splintering wooden siding had been filled with tar and painted white red and white tiles had been laid crookedly across the packed dirt floor. In the kitchen, short counters wrapped around two sides of the room and a table with two chairs sat in the precise centre. Sitting at these two chairs are a very short, balding man and a middle-aged woman. A kettle waits to boil on the stove.

    “Okay, thanks Doc,” the woman says as she pushes back her chair and stands.

    “No problem, don’t forget to come back next week.”

    “Yes, of course,” she says, straightening her purse, “This is quite a nice place you got here.”

    The kettle has started boiling though, and the man only mutters, “Mmhmm,” as he shuffles over to the stove. The lady gathers her cardigan tighter around her and steps into the anarchy outside, eyes staring at the ground, purse clutched in front of her.

    Humming the man lifts the lid of the kettle, and, satisfied with its contents, sets it back down. He calmly unscrews the top of his head, and rests it on the table, hollow side up. Then, picking up the kettle, he reaches up and pours a viscous, bubbling red liquid into his head. After shaking out the last drops, he puts the kettle back down, screws his head back together, and sighs.

    Crouching on his heels he opens the cupboard under the sink, checking to make sure he has enough bodies for the next couple of weeks.

    There’s a frantic knock on the door, “Doc,” a deep voice rasps urgently, “Can you see me now?”

    “Hmm? Oh, sure, come on in.”

    1. Roman Rivero Avatar
      Roman Rivero

      This was good scene to read. I imagine this as an opening to a story. An introduction to a man that drinks blood disguised as a clinic sounds very interesting and I feel curious to learn more.

      I do wish there was more intrigue to the scene, like an emphasis on the kettle in detail or writing more on the man being focused on it than the woman that he really wants what’s in the kettle than having a conversation.

      Overall, this was a fun read.

  45. Maxer4000 Avatar

    At what cost?
    By Maxer4000

    Countless bodies piled into a mass grave, drained of their blood, a lone man stands proud of his achievement, of course he is, he done it with the help of a bloodied sword, it’s power grows with each drop of blood it drains. He was a miner, a nobody. One day, he unearthed this very blade, it started with his family, he wanted more, so he kept killing for glory.

    Now he’s here, standing proud over the fact not even the military with their firepower can take him on, he’s at the top of the world. Then a snark comes from behind him “They paid us… how much again, to deal with this tosser? 50 mils? For this twat? Idiot looks like something came out of teenager’s fanfic and they can’t deal with this shite?” It came from a man in a gaudy coat over his white turtleneck, accompanying him is a woman with snow white hair, dressed in tattered clothes under half a coat, she has use a belt to keep it on her. The man points his blood sword at the pair “What do you think that you can oppose me?”

    “Bloody ‘ell man! He even talks like one.” the man in sweater exclaims holding a hand over his ear “Snowy, just… just axe this fool while I check the perimeters before I start cringing.” He kicks up his rifle and walks off, leaving the woman alone with the maniac. The sword man looks at the blade she has, it’s hilt looks like it made of cheap plastic, even the scabbard is of the same material, it looks like a toy, he laughs “Do you think that little toy can–” Regret then washes over him as the woman comes up to his face before he could blink, hunched over, sword drawn and is between his legs. She straightens up to wipe the blood on the black blade with her coat, the swordman now lies in twain. The snarky man circles back to the scene “Well, that was easy. Can ya believe they paid us for this pish?”

    1. Reinkarnitor Avatar
      Reinkarnitor

      A very amusing read to say the least. In the beginning I thought this would be a very dark story with a cliffhanger, based on an idea in the prompt description. But you turned it into a funny story with an anticlimactic ending, which is in no way meant negative though.

      Also, the line about the fanfiction really cracked me up!

      All in all a very nice story, keep up your good work ^^

  46. If It doesn’t Bleed… (Darkspell Universe)
    By Alex Nightingale (aka Spectre)

    Normally, they’d revel in the dark, but this just wasn’t their day. The three vampires stood, back to back, in the lightless room, their claws outstretched, hissing at the shadows. Contrary to popular belief, vampires couldn’t actually see in the dark any better than other creatures. They hunted, by sensing the warmth in their prey’s blood.

    Only this time, their ‘prey’ wasn’t warm. It wasn’t even alive. It was like a piece pf the wall itself had detached and was on its way to kill them.

    Tippa shivered in her boots. She’d never felt anything like this. This wasn’t some monster hunter.

    Her head swerved as she heard the scream of one of her fellow vampires, as he was torn apart. Seconds later, her other companion fell. Tippa let out a loud screech, using the sound to try and locate her adversary.

    She needn’t have bothered. Two green-glowing eyes appeared in the dark before her. There was no heartbeat, no body heat. This hunter had the audacity to not only not bleed, but to also not carry any blood within them at all.

    Tippa shot forward, claws outstretched, as a hand caught her by the throat. She struggled and clawed at the granite grip, but where there should be skin, she just felt stone. With increasing desperation she tried to break the grip, as the muzzle of a gun was placed by her temple.

    “Name,” the hunter said.

    “T-T-Tippa,” she stuttered. “Y-You’re a golem? But… how. Th-They outlawed y-your kind.”

    “They should have outlawed yours,” the golem said, her voice like frost. “Here’s what’s going to happen, little Tippa. I will let you go and you are going to run to your little hive and your little king and tell everyone who listens, exactly what happened here. I want them to shiver, like you did just now.”

    The golem pulled back the gun hammer.

    “Tell your fellow vampires, Lilith Aerenhardt is coming for them.”

    As Lilith released Tippa, she didn’t bother trying to argue. She scarpered away and ran, ran far into the night, too terrified to even look back.

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

      Great Story! I really like how you expanded on the lore surrounding vampires, and how that helped to drive story forward. The fact that the vampires can’t see in the dark, can’t even sense their hunter, helped to keep the story incredibly suspendfull. You did have one typo, but other than that, it was great.

  47. Turning point
    by Spawn of Faust

    Bloodshed never ends.

    That single thought saturated my mind.

    I touched one of my innumerable scars – memento of brighter times. Memory brought a smile back to my scarred face. The happiness had not managed to take hold and quickly faded away, as I saw a scenery that was taking place in front of me.

    Carnage, in the name of revenge, brought into the Valley of Innocence. Bodies torn apart, survivors screaming for help, only to be silenced by boney scavengers.

    Truly neverending bloodshed.

    At the other end of the Valley stood a shadow of a single man. Waves of darkness were rolling from him deep into the dale.

    Rows of my acolytes, standing behind me, were cowering underneath the might of his power.

    I unleashed the power that I had been hoarding for a long time. Darkness, emptiness, hollowness and abyss flooded the valley and hid the atrocity beneath itself.

    Only two silhouettes could be seen. Mine and his.

    I could feel his gaze. Smile or smirk once again adored my face. He who gazed my way should know fear. From the depth of the abyss I gazed back and swung the dagger.

    Even the vast distance between us could not prevent the edge slicing his throat. As soon as the first drops of ichor left his veins, my acolytes threw themselves into the work.

    Gods above and below were nogging me to take notice. To let the blood flow their way. To bring them to their forgotten and faded selves a sliver of their former power and glory. To let them claim a vacated place.

    They ignored me before when I needed the most, so it was my turn.

    There would be a new goddess. One born from the blood and struggle of a low man.

    I was slowly being submerged into the liquid below. All the while silent prayer was escaping my lips.

    May the Bloodshed never end.

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

      Great Story! I really like how you add a lot of weight to the battle between the protagonist and the man in darkness in such a short story. I enjoy how you don’t directly state that it was the countless bodies that fueled the protagonists pent up power, only elude to it, this stretches the reader’s interpretation on you story in a good way>

    2. Reinkarnitor Avatar
      Reinkarnitor

      Nice and dark story, portraying the conflict between the protagonist and the antagonist very well, even though the protagonist might not be quite so innocent here either. Also very well done on describing the entire scene in the valley and especially the part about the dark auro from the shadow man ^^

      Keep up the great work!

    3. I cannot correct the sentence in the story, and i noticed missed letter, so
      *They ignored me before when I needed them most, so it was my turn.

    4. This was quite an intense story, which I suppose is apt for a tale of revenge, like this one. The betrayal the narrator feels is really palpable in their thoughts and actions, especially in the way they treat the gods and make vows to destroy them. Quite understandable, given how betrayed they feel.

      I also love the sentence at the end. Honestly, I almost expected the narrator to say that the bloodshed shall end, with the deaths of the deities and their ascension, but no. You’ve pulled that rug from under my feet and it makes the story all the more interesting, like we’re watching someone’s origin story.

      Well written!

  48. John Perceval Cain (oneeye John) Avatar
    John Perceval Cain (oneeye John)

    The Destruction of Balaam
    John Perceval Cain (oneeye John)

    The chamber was in shambles. A haze of acrid smoke smelling of brimstone and ozone hung in the air. Sean looked around. The tapestries along the wall were smoldering. One showed a burn mark that looked like a series of chrysanthemum fireworks, which could only be a mixed force elemental strike. His teacher and lover, Izorpo, was gone, but she had put up a mighty fight.

    Sean looked at the residue of the containment spells drawn on the summoning dais in the chamber’s center. He imagined how the fight must have gone as the Arch-Demon broke them and ultimately consumed her. He glanced around and saw her grimoire and phylactery, the crystal vial holding her blood which tethered her soul to the prime material plane, on a table.

    Sean thought of the pact they had made, he, Apprentice to her, Master. They had both agreed to kill the other if a summoned infernal entity overwhelmed them. But this was more than just death; this was the complete elimination of her soul.

    Sean would re-summon the Arch-Demon. He only needed to bind and contain it long enough to destroy Izorpo’s phylactery, then he would banish the Arch-Demon. Izorpo’s soul would diffuse, and she would cease to exist. The demon couldn’t hold her, but neither could she make the passage to the afterlife. Because of his love for her, he knew he must do this duty.

    “I must release her.”

    Tears streamed down his face and Sean’s anger flared. As a Priest of Wot, he knew how to destroy the Arch-Demon. The technical problem was binding him long enough, creating a strong enough containment. He had an idea looking at Izorpo’s phylactery; with her gone, what use was his own soul?

    “I will avenge her!”

    Sean expertly opened a large vein on his leg with a bloodletting lance. He mixed alcohol, his collected blood and quicksilver into a tincture. Sean used a fine calligraphy brush and painted a summoning circle and surrounded it with the containment sigils on the dais.

    Sean stood, Izorpo’s phylactery in hand. “King Balaam, I summon thee.”

    1. Semantics Avatar

      “…which could only be a mixed force elemental strike.” did you mean come from a…? There are a few more confusing sentences like that. Also the story has sow many explanations and yet leaves a mountain of questions.

    2. I love the descriptions you’ve used to set the scenery. I could imagine the shambled room with burns and smoke and the tense atmosphere!
      “series of chrysanthemum fireworks”, this was an excellent choice! I think the use of chrysanthemum makes it clear that the mixed-force strike was from Izorpo, rather than the demon. And this, in turn, helps paint a picture of how fierce the battle must have raged.
      The slow revelation of the grimoire and phylactery was executed really well. It really drew me in and made me invested in their significance.
      “I must release her.”, this was such a powerful line! Even more so since it was followed by
      “I will avenge her!”
      I love the unspoken question at the end: Did using his own blood mean that he would disappear, too? I think that creates a lot of intrigue.
      Very well written, good work!
      Some very tiny (possible) improvements:
      “which could only be a mixed force elemental strike”, maybe “… from a mixed force…” would work better since we’re talking about the mark the spell has left rather than the spell itself?
      It’s a bit unclear if the ritual only works if the phylactery is destroyed while the demon is present. So, when you say the demon consumed her, I assume it absorbed her power and destroying the phylactery will remove that power from its clutches. It’s a little unclear why the same won’t happen if it’s simply destroyed. But I think this is just because of the word limit.

  49. Master of Daavas Avatar
    Master of Daavas

    Blood and Ash
    By Master of Daavas

    You’re scared… aren’t you? There is no shame in fear. But to let that fear swallow you up is the real dishonor. However, I can see why despair overwhelms you. You’re enemies outnumber you over one hundred to one. You are swamped with wounded, and those of your people who can aid in the defense have either not seen enough winters or too many.

    Who am I?… I’m afraid you misunderstand. What’s important is who you are. You are a symbol of hope to these people. You’ve put your life on the line to keep them safe for so long… that you are the only bright point in their minds. I know that this is not what you wanted. You wanted to be a painter… but you traded away your paints and brushes for the sword long ago.

    Yes… I have been watching you. Or rather, I have been watching for one like you. One willing to put the greater good before personal desire and ambition. One willing to protect, at any cost… and you have paid a significant cost to protect these people. No… I am not here to mock you. I am here to lend you what little aid I’m permitted. No… I’m afraid that it isn’t that straightforward.

    Yes, this is blood. Mine to be specific. Drink my blood… and no army will be able to stand against you. Yes, I know how it sounds. But I have done this before, and those blessed by my gift have laid waste to empires beyond even your enemies’ capabilities. I wish to help you… but I am bound by laws and oaths older than your world.

    You can refuse… but even the weakest of your people can hear the enemy at the door. I give you my word. Even if this gift cannot save your people from death and destruction. It will be more than enough to avenge them in time.

    …drink it all down. Every drop counts.

    1. This was well done and the prompt was worked in very well. Even though there is only one character speaking throughout it I can still understand the emotions of several other characters by their narration. There is quite a lot of depth to the characters that was managed to be put into a short story. Great job.

    2. Semantics Avatar

      Says his here to give what little aid he can and goes on to describe how his gift will give him to power to demolish any army. I feel like at the last paragraph you should have said weakest of hearing instead of just weakest. Also the (Every drop counts) part leaves a few questions that distract from the ending.

    3. ArtemisSage Avatar
      ArtemisSage

      This was an interesting take on the prompt. I like how it’s phrased as though it is directed at the reader. Almost like it’s second person rather than first or third person. It gives it a unique feeling. It personally also gives me the vibes of vampires, more specifically, the movie Bram Stroker’s Dracula. It’s just chilling enough that I’m left unsure if I want the character to drink the blood or not.

  50. Roman Rivero Avatar
    Roman Rivero

    Dr.Byler’s study on Zombie Herds
    By Roman Rivero

    (The following is a beginning excerpt from a journal discovered after breach of the compound. Suspected to belong to one of the entities that were involved in the intrusion.)

    ” Following the migration and trails of zombie packs, there comes a subtle but different breed of zombie. Not necessarily a pack leader or alpha of the “group” but something of a Guide.

    You might be questioning the oddity of the claim, but I, Dr. Daniel Byler PHD in Zoology, have come to this conclusion over my extensive years following many graveyards of zombies. Though the passing from animals to ex-mankind beings is quite a leap, I found the comparison of animal to man to be interesting in a philosophical sense.

    With the shuffling of many herds, I found through tagging and tracking a specific type of undead entity that while appearing to be oblivious just as the rest of its kind, acts subtly aware of the pack. Note, the rest of the pack are likely not aware of the Guide and not every pack has a Guide.

    To quickly spot a Guide they are found in front of the horde and to be multitasking with walking, devouring and even dragging carcass. Aware that carrying a fresh kill draws the herd towards it whilst shambling to its next unknown direction.

    There is a growing sense of intrigue that if, through the Guide, it can be manipulated in its migration. Imagine the power. Civilization can be rebuilt with the safety to repel these dead beings away for mankind to thrive again.

    I plan on starting some experiments soon, I will see if I can control the herd by controlling the Guide.

    I can only hope that despite the growth in awareness in a single zombie, it still shares the same intelligence as its herd.

    (Journal discovered in clean condition during cleanup process. Likely placed after the counter-attack mounted against the entities. There are no records of Dr. Daniel Byler in our facility archives. Investigation ongoing.)

    1. This is very interesting. I love how you’ve taken the generic idea of a zombie and added much more depth to it. This really makes this world very realistic and intriguing. It feels like an actual scientist has conducted research on a zombie plague to come to these results. This is very thought-provoking, I hope you keep writing and coming up with good ideas.

  51. Tamela Redfin Avatar
    Tamela Redfin

    A little thicker than water (Tales of Sapphira)

    By Tamela Redfin

    “Why do you say that, Reagan? He looks like you.” I asked my mother.

    “No idea. But the human looks very sickly. I suppose all humans are sickly bastards though.” Reagan scoffed

    “Odd, he implied he was half cypha. Is there something you’re hiding from me?” I snapped, walking around in a circle.

    “I hide a lot from you, Sapphira. Also, I wouldn’t be white knighting for a human bastard, especially as a teen mother.”

    “In fact,” I teased just to drive my claws into her flesh, “I bet you, Jeremy is JASPER! My brother is half human.”

    Reagan gasped, “I’d never!”

    “I’m sure Cameron can find adoption papers or his birth certificate. So.” I reached up and lowered her face. “It is a good time to fess up.”

    “Can’t make me.”

    “Cameron, can you help me with something?” I called.

    “What do you need, Sapph?” He asked.

    “I want a blood test done on Jasper- Jeremy.” I ordered.

    “Fine! If it will shut you up, you brat, Jeremy is mine. AND YES! His father is a lowlife human. Alois or something. I was bored a few nights. My life was dead since I had my twins.”

    Twins? I stared at Cameron.

    “Oh yeah, Cameron, tell her about her sister.” Reagan clapped her hands.

    “You have… a twin sister, Zirconia. That’s why I wasn’t surprised you had Garneta and Aquamarine. Augen wanted to test twin telepathy.” Cameron hung his head.

    “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” I was hurt deeply.

    “I’m sorry, Sapph. I didn’t know how to. But we will find her.” He vowed.

    The next morning I told Jeremy everything. “Wait, I have two sisters?” He asked, while sketching.

    “Yup. I never officially met Zirconia except in dreams. Maybe I can tap into them to find her. I hope she’s as cool as my little brother.”

    Jeremy set his notebook down and hugged me, “Good luck, Sapph. I can’t wait to meet her.”

    “Thanks Jem.” I smiled

    1. I see how the prompt fits in there! All the drama is fueled by blood relations. Clever.

      I’m starting to wonder how your conspiracy board holds up under the weight of all those pins and string. Or how it hasn’t fallen apart from the pin-holes.

      The sanctified brother Jasper is half-human, a shame to Reagan _and_ alive. Ah, the soap opera vibes are strong.

      1. Tamela Redfin Avatar
        Tamela Redfin

        Gettin’ a new board for it and I had to switch to blue string (ran out of red)

        And yes Reagan is the *Second* worse parent, but worst mom. She praises how Jasper would have been but in actuality hates him because SHE used a human and he’s half human.

        Also, *Dramatic soap opera music*

    2. And the plot thickens!

      I can certainly see why Reagan developed her obsession with Jasper and what he is/would have been. But at the same time it’s so weird to see her like, “ew what is that thing”. Especially since she apparently just KNEW.

      If I had a critique it’s that a lot of this feels very, “Oh, yeah, [thing] is a thing.”

    3. I really like this story. We can easily feel the tension of the scene.
      That’s also a good twist on the original prompt. Using blood relations as a fuel for the main conflict is a really good idea.

      Someone already pointed it out, but it’s true the story feels a bit redundant on the revelations. I guess it’s because of the word limit. if you planned to do a true story on this, I would suggest to add some space between the dialogue, to give the reader more time to digest the infos.

      Anyways, good job !

    4. Semantics Avatar

      It is written confusingly at the start and what the other commenters said. Quite dramatic though.

    5. Jacob Guillerey Avatar
      Jacob Guillerey

      To be honest i was quite lost in the text. Way too many characters and names. But I did like the outside view of humans from a strange speacies, even though i tend to dislike considering humanity a purely disgusting spiecies, it would be logical that some other spiecies might think so.

      In general the flow of the text was great though, the words slipped back quicly and so did events. Maybe a bit too quick ? a bit more descriptions of what the creatures are could be usefull.

      good luck on your following texts !

  52. PixelFigment Avatar
    PixelFigment

    Settling Debts
    PixelFigment

    Randy was not feeling particularly happy with where life had gotten him. It was suffocating to live every moment of the day, anxious aboutwhen they would attack. He found no safety in sleep, for it only made him an easier target.

    He’d ran for far too long. All the pillars in his life that kept him stand had all been all been abruptly demolished. His mother, sister,brother…they left no one for him to rely on.

    He began having second doubts but instead, struck at a homeless man. A swift end. He calmed his raging guilt and remorse. After all, his life didn’t matter. No one would miss him.

    He began carving circles on his skin—one on each limb—before joining them with a circle. It was a ritual practice of his people only used for vile purposes. As he was carving, he began chanting and when the final line connected, a burst of flame erupted from the corpse.

    A buff dark man appeared, bearing a gauntlet on his right arm and a cigar on the other.

    “How may I assist you, Lord?”he asked mockingly before flipping a double-headed coin. A large hound sprouted from the coin and it bore its teeth at Randy.

    Randy knew they wouldn’t stand a chance but he wondered if he did to.

  53. The Ship Must Survive
    By Hamish

    Clear glass tubes carry a red substance through the hot metal hallways which run all throughout the ship. The captain walks hastily through them, their assistant trying their best to keep up with them as they walk. The assistant holds a clipboard and wears a formal suit and glasses. There is not a single wrinkle on their clothes. The captain contrasts that with their uniform which would look to belong to somebody looking over a boat on the water. Their tie is a mess and they have dirt and other powders and substances all over their uniform. Steam flies out at them as they walk by several pieces of machinery and steel pipes. Stars twinkle in the black void outside of a window that the captain quickly marches by and their assistant stumbles past. Behind them, the sounds of explosions and gunfire can be heard rattling through the ship. People scream and cry out for help but the captain keeps walking. Always looking forward, always moving forward, never looking back.

    “Captain, the rebels have begun to breach the reinforced doors.” Their assistant says whilst they try to keep their cool even though they are visibly more worried than the captain who has not a hint of emotion on their face. They don’t look at their assistant as they continue to walk. The doors ahead of them open up to reveal a large room with a whale-sized heart in the middle connected to the tubes that make their way through the ship. Several people stand in front of computers that show statistics and data about the heart. It makes deep beating noises as it pumps blood through the tubes to power the ship. Covering it are several plates of metal and on those plates are lights flickering along with its beating and yet more screens with analytics on them. The room is filled with red lights that blend in with the tubes of blood and the massive heart in it.

    The captain looks at the giant pulsing organ and says “The ship must survive.”

  54. Logbook: Vampris Leech (The Will)
    By Skeleton

    Magus Mysteries #869 – Vampris Leech

    Author: Remianna D. MgM.

    When one thinks of monsters, they think of the hulking monstrosities that tear people asunder and leave children afraid to go near the tree line. However, in my tenure as a mage of the bastion, I have learned that it is the monsters people don’t think of that truly deserve the fear of the people. At least large, predatory monsters at least give people a quick death.

    The Vampris Leech (Sanguisuga acidum) is a parasite that lurks in and around bogs that infiltrates its host’s stomach. Its lifecycle is strange to say the least: starting off as an egg borne inside the flesh of the parental host, the leech awaits to be ingested by other omnivores and carnivores. Adolescence is achieved when the stomach acid burns away the protective chitin—only protective against mechanical dangers such as chewing—and reveals its true skin: a glass-based coating that protects against the stomach acid. From there, the leech attached itself to the stomach near the vagus nerve and begins to draw blood from nearby arteries.

    Symptoms in the host are minor at this stage: drowsiness, minor appetite loss, lethargy. Most individuals chock this up to fatigue from working, or from some other activity they’re participating in. However, things get much, much worse when the leech reaches adulthood.

    When it has gained enough nutrients from the blood, it grows in size dramatically and beings stimulating the vagus nerve in such a way that in compels its host to drink blood. It is theorized that this behaviour is because the needs of the leech now outweigh the nutrients the host can provide, so they look to outsource their needs to another in order to spare the host for longer. Those afflicted by this phenomenon are commonly deemed “vampires” by common folk, but I assure you they are not monsters.

    Nearing the end of their life, the leech then detaches from the host’s stomach, shedding its protective skin as it burrows into the stomach, laying eggs as the shock and the internal bleeding kills the host.

    1. Roman Rivero Avatar
      Roman Rivero

      That was fun read, half way through I was expecting it to be more of a super tapeworm but it really turned into a spin on vampirism being more of something parasitic than a disease. I wish there was more a bit more info on what happens to the host than just the behaviour. I’m more curious in thinking are they aware of their actions to drink blood? Do they change in appearance? I feel like I wanna turn a page to find out more.

      Overall, this was a good snippet of a creature to beware.

    2. Reinkarnitor Avatar
      Reinkarnitor

      This could very well be an SCP log. Very gross and therefore very well written! You took the prompt into an interesting direction, and the way you describe the ongoings of the parasite were very…detailed…

      Some minor grammatical errors might be there too, but hey, it is really little like when you wrote “at least” two times.

      All in all this was a very cool story though! Keep it up!

    3. I frickin love this story lol. I would absolutely watch a show where a mage goes around, discovering and dealing with horrors like this. I think my favorite aspect of this story is just the… clinical brutality it’s described with.

      There are so many horrible parasites in the world that breach that line of “Oh my God! Why does this even exist!” And yours fits right in there. The ending especially is shudder inducing. I do find myself curious of how long the lifespan of the leech is. Usually with vampirism there’s at least some benefit to it, but I find it interesting that from all indications being a vampire in this world just sucks. Pun fully intended.

      There was the occasional grammar slip, but they were minor compared to how entertaining the read was. Great take on the prompt!

    4. I love it ! I am currently studying parasitology and I have to say I was considering to add some custom ones to my worldbuilding myself. I really like the deails of your description about the life cycle of the parasite. And I’m glad you respected the official latin name one should give to a new parasite !

      Amazing work !

    5. Cool story. Sounds too much like real parasites. You kind of lost me at the end though. I realize now you didn’t specify how big these things got, but it seems odd that they kill their host. Is that so something eats it and invests the eggs? But most humans won’t eat things found dead, especially under “suspicious” circumstances like this, let alone other people. So I guess it has to go through at least one other species before getting back to a human?

  55. Making the Oathstone [A Devil’s Tale Lore]
    C. M. Weller

    If there was any blame to be had in this chain of minor cataclysms, it would have to be the adherence to honour. One choice changed the fate of twelve men. It made sure they’d live longer, for a start. It changed other things, like making certain that the bloodline was under a curse.

    Twelve houses clustered inside a hurried stockade. The forces of Llaakh would still send soldiers, years after his father had made that demon carve the keep at the stockade’s centre.

    More people were coming to live in that stockade. Which was why Uncle Rese was working on a wider, stronger wall of quarried stone. Uncle U’ah was busy hammering arms and armaments. So many others were working on food and Father was working on his magic.

    Demon-made magic that made his firstborn son a demon. Sort of.

    Kormwind Arachis, the Fel-born of the White Keep, knew that his existence was a problem. Devilborn child of the Warlock who had saved them all, and protected by the pact of that same desperate deal. The people didn’t trust him like they trusted his father.

    Father didn’t trust him much, either. Why not? He was living proof of evil in the world. Anything a Hellkin did was a trick. Anything a Hellkin said was a lie. He had to find a way to help the people be certain of him.

    Which was why he was talking to Uncle Laulis. “You can imbue things with magic. I need something that can bind an oath to anyone who swears it. I’ve written the words.”

    Laulis was one of the dozen who could read, even if he read out loud. “Help the helpless,” he muttered, “tell no untruth… keep my troth… This is for you, isn’t it?”

    “The people need a leader they can trust,” said the Fel-born of Whitekeep. “I will do ANYTHING short of causing another curse to aid that trust.”

    “I’ll see what I can do, but it’ll need blood to make it stick.”

    “I can bleed for the people,” said Kormwind, the first of the Demon Lords.

    1. Tamela Redfin Avatar
      Tamela Redfin

      Had some trouble with the one name, but the rest of the work was very good. Can’t wait to see more.

      1. Yeah, that one place had a lot of camels or something. Very sloshy linguistics up in that area

    2. Reinkarnitor Avatar
      Reinkarnitor

      Nice story, I understand it is part of a bigger lore, but very nicely explained. It is closed in itself and everyone and their motives are nicely layed out so you can understand it even if you don’t know the rest of the tale.

      Understandable that he wants to be trusted…the line about “everything they say is a lie” really struck me. He has to proof that this very line is a lie…and he will, with blood if he must.

      Keep it up ^^

      1. Kosh also hates that line. He’s very fond of saying, “Teufellen always lie,” in the hopes of bugging someone with the paradox.

        The tradition of the Oathstone is one of the cores of Whitekeep’s rituals, and some of its legends.

        Stay tuned.

    3. Jacob Guillerey Avatar
      Jacob Guillerey

      A few things.
      First I Liked the story, but it felt like to tried to reduce three pages of text in 350 words.

      Ironically coming from me, but there were a few too many names, Likewise, I don’t believe we needed to know that Llaakh would send in more soldiers. But I absolutly feel the need to precise more things from the setting. Hard to fight.

      But I liked that the reason that people fear demons isn’t simply “because they’re powerfull” or “because they’re demons. It’s still bad, but understandably so.

      Also… What’s a troth ? But I like the servability of Uncle Laulis.

      In general, nice text, but a lot of info to dowload I believe.

      1. Troth is another word for oath, but usually meant to be part of a promised union like marriage. Hence the word “betrothal”.

        The feud with Llakh is _still_ ongoing centuries later, and will probably be part of the larger book [you’re right about me trying to squeeze pages of info into a smaller tale FYI] the slavers who still run Llaakh don’t like the idea of a realm started by escaped slaves being any kind of successful.

        Spoilers – they’re going to hate it more when Kosh becomes the Thrice-Sworn King.

        Sorry it’s chunky here. The book may be easier to digest.

    4. Arith_Winterfell Avatar
      Arith_Winterfell

      In a way this story was almost heartwarming. Assuming the bleeding the first of the Demon Lords’ had to do wasn’t enough to kill him outright or something. Now I find it really fascinating that you turned back the clock to the beginning of all of this. I’ve read a number of the Kosh stories, but this is the only one I’ve seen that goes this far back into history.

      The story strikes me as a noble one, a Hellkin who is distrusted by his people working and sacrificing to prove he is worthy to lead his people. His willingness to bleed for his people is actually rather inspiring. To give of himself for the people he longed for acceptance from. It is also really interesting to see the birthplace of Kosh’s name! It also shows something of the roots of Kosh’s honorableness. Not only in terms of his biological heritage, but also of the social forces (his longing for acceptance, his work to be a good man in contrast to what others assume of Hellkin) shape the hard work of both Kosh and his ancestor.

      1. Kormwind 1 survived to rule as the First Demon Lord, so yeah, he made it.

        The PEOPLE of Whitekeep celebrate their Demon Lords, the nobles and family around them… not so much.

        I have origins for lots of stuff. Including the name “Kormwind”.

    5. Calliope Rannis Avatar
      Calliope Rannis

      Oooh, this is a new angle for sure! 😮 I’m glad I already know your worldlore well by this point, because I can definitely see it being a tad overwhelming for new readers. But in spite of that, it was really neat to see this glimpse into the deep past of Whitekeep, and the first Demon Lord too. It really does seem like the two Kormwinds really weren’t too far apart, personality wise.

      The Oathstone reminds me of another stone too – the most powerful stone of truth known to exist, and something that the future Kormwind uses for every major court case he can. But while Elder Kormwind used his stone to ensure the trust of his people in him, Current Kormwind seems to find his stone rather more useful for demonstrating how the nobles around him *aren’t* trustworthy in the slightest. XD

      That’s also a point – how does the curse work again? I assuming being cut and bled doesn’t cause the curse to fire, especially if he’s doing it for a higher purpose? I can’t remember if he has to die for the curse to go off, or if just some servant throwing a punch is enough. 😛

      In any case, great story Internetter! Well done! 😀

      1. The Blood Stone [later, the Blood Throne] and the Oathstone are made pretty close together in Whitekeep’s history. The Warlock of Whitekeep used demonic powers to make the Blood Stone, but Kormwind decided to stay away from that avenue.

        The curse: the 20th child of the blood is landed with being a Hellkin in defiance of the usual odds. Other relations of the blood are forbidden from causing deliberate harm or allowing harm to come to the Hellkin spawn of the line[with dire consequences of course]. “Harm” in this case is deliberately vague. If the Hellkin in question welcomes or wants an injury [like drawing blood for an oath, then the curse is avoided. Same with an unpredictable, unpreventable, unfortunate accident.

        The whole realm loves their Demon Lords, so one of the Kormwinds would have to be an unadulterated asshole to cop a swing from someone in the area.

    6. Honestly I like “Fel born” more than “Hellkin”. But I can see how one could be more general than the other.

      Interesting story. Honestly, seeing how Whitekeep came to be I’m surprised there aren’t more places like it.

      Scrolling up from the bottom of the page I saw “Kormwind” and then got to the top and started reading and went “What is- oh. ‘ninth of the name’ right. Got ya.”

  56. I Prefer The Movie, Personally
    By Marx (CW: Suicidal Thoughts)

    Murphy stared at the knife in his hand, transfixed on its sharp edge as if it held the answers to all of life’s questions.

    “What were you planning on doing with that?” Nisha asked, walking in with her usual smile.

    “Do you ever think about… what you’d be doing if you didn’t have to protect me?”

    Nisha cocked her head to the side. “Why would I ever think of something silly like that?”

    “Well… if I were… gone…, then you wouldn’t be stuck in this limbo of protecting me while also fighting the urge to hurt me yourself.”

    “You’re being so peculiar today. I’d never hurt you to begin with.” Nisha’s smile turned slightly into a frown when she saw Murphy unconsciously looking at his newest teeth-shaped scar. “That was an accident. And… accidents don’t count… I forget how delicate and human you are sometimes. You know that I love you and that I’d die to protect you from the demons who WOULD hurt you.”

    “Yeah… you ever think that maybe… you don’t love me and you’re being driven crazy by the incubus blood I have in me? And that regardless, falling for the equivalent of your food is a disaster waiting to happen? Theoretically speaking, of course.”

    “…what do you think?” Nisha asked ominously.

    “I think… it would be easier for everyone if I were gone.”

    “Well, I think…” Nisha became a blur and Murphy’s knife was immediately gone. “…that fighting my desire to eat you is romantic.”

    “How do you figure that?” Murphy sighed, acknowledging his empty hand.

    “Love is about sacrifice! And I’ve been reading this amazing book lately about a very similar situation, so humans must think the same.”

    Murphy paused. “What? What book?”

    Nisha blurred again and returned, presenting her evidence. “It’s this WONDERFUL love story about a vampire who-…”

    Murphy had never laughed so hard in his life.

    He laughed so hard it hurt. It was like an out of body experience. But when he stopped, he felt marginally better. His life was insane. He could keep fighting it or embrace the absurdity.

    1. To be fair, a lot, if not most, vampire romance novels have that as part of their plot.

      But I like how this ties into the prompt in the most obvious and subtle ways.

      I don’t know if I’d say “I ship it”, but I love how this demon is like, “No but isn’t it ROMANTIC! [spins and swoons]”

      I feel like the ending could have been better. It ends on a question, and I feel like it’s meant to be rhetorical, but I think a straight, “His life was insane, but he might as well embrace it.”

      1. Lol! This is true! It could be a variety of novels with the same idea, but I thought that one specifically would be the most absurd.

        And I actually do agree with you on the ending. That was actually done on purpose. At this point, he hasn’t made a decision yet. But until now, embracing the absurdity hadn’t really occured to him as much as merely tolerating it in the hope of a better situation.

    2. I really like this. The story felt serious and intense at the beginning, which makes the little joke at the end so much more appreciable. It’s a really nice satire of the traditionnal vampire love stories. I also think you have a good gestion of the dialogue. The pace is really good.

      Good work !

      1. Thank you so much! Fitting the beginning I wanted for this with the ending and making that work without seeming too jarring was tricky. I’m really glad it came across as intended.

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