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Weekly Contest #347
There was once a woman named Noura, who was the most beautiful woman in all of Atheris, who lived on the edge of the Shining Desert with her mother and father and brothers. She was so beautiful that the gods and their angels would come to behold upon her. Some say the gods simply came to marvel at her perfection. Others say that it was jealousy that drove them. I believe it was the former..for most. There was one god; Kounab was his name, known amongst gods and men for his trickery and deceit. Kounab desired Noura’s beauty for himself, for h...
Weekly Contest #339
I was very young when I first heard the lonesome horn of the Silver Ghost carrying across the Nebraska plains where nary a train has ever run. I was sitting on the front porch next to Grandaddy in a little swing Papa had built, watching the sun set across the rippling waves of grass when that mournful whistle pealed.“What’s that, Grandaddy?” I asked. I had never before heard a sound so dolorous.“That, my boy, is the Silver Ghost,” he said. If I had been a little older, I might have noticed a tear drop from his eye, even as a smile colored hi...
Weekly Contest #323
Up the spiraling stairs I climb, as I have done through endless aeons past. These ancient steps show the wear of time that does not pass here. Time can never pass here. Up I go, step by step, carrying the flickering flame of safety. With this tiny candle, I must light the Beacon that holds the Darkness at bay. This is my Lighthouse and I am its Keeper.This Lighthouse is my home, and my prison. My entire world exists between the base and the beacon; there is nothing else. I could rail against my fate, but it would do me no good. There is no o...
Weekly Contest #316
I could tell you all the secrets of the universe. If I did, they'd blow your mind…literally; so I'm not gonna. I have a responsibility, you see, to keep people like you from knowing too much for your wee little cognitions. Only people who have trained their minds rigorously for years can handle the secrets I could tell, and I can see from here that your mind is as flaccid as overcooked noodle. What I can do, however, is tell you a story of a man who did learn the secrets of the universe. Sound good? Here we go!Once upon a time when the world...
Weekly Contest #311
###CONTENT WARNING: This story contains themes of suicide, substance abuse and domestic violence.###I stand at the edge and the void beckons. There is nothing left. Emptiness below matches the emptiness behind. There is nothing for me here, at the end of the world; nothing except to finally let the darkness in. The silence deafens. I spread my arms and welcome the embrace of the darkness; falling, falling, falling, falling…I walked up the mountain, and I buried my love in the snow-ice where nothing lives. My Kat, my darling Katherine, you ar...
Weekly Contest #309
From nothingness was I created; from formless metal of the earth was I made. I was chipped out of rock by rough and blackened hands, but I was lifeless yet. I was melted down and my impurities removed, but I was lifeless yet. I was poured into casts; rectangular ingots of pure iron, but I was lifeless yet. Then, my Creator saw my lifeless form and saw a purpose within me. He took my ingots from his storeroom and dropped them into flames. He added wood to harden me, and limestone to give me strength. He breathed life into my molten form with ...
Weekly Contest #308
Gather ‘round, children, and sit yourselves by the fire; warm your hands in its glow, and banish the cold of night away. Let me tell you the story of love and joy, of parting and sorrow, of death and new life. Let me tell you the story of Sol and LunaOnce upon a time, when the universe was very young; before Atheris had even been born, there were two suns in the sky. The names of these suns were Sol and Sola. For time beyond counting, Sol and Sola danced in the vast cosmos, where only the stars find their homes. Oh, how they danced! Around a...
Weekly Contest #301
This was it. All those months of preparation, all the time spent in the simulators, all the math and physics classes, all the xenobiology work; it all led to this day. Today, he would join the Diluvian War. Darian rocked back and forth on his heels, full to bursting with nervous energy. Perhaps if he had slept last night, he would be calmer right now, but how could he sleep?? As long as he could remember, he had dreamed of this moment, of taking the stick of a strap-jet and putting it through its paces; killing some Flood ships and earning t...
Weekly Contest #299
Well…She did it again…She took away my afternoon snack. And for what?? All I did was line up my cars in the living room. Were they lined up in front of the doorway to the kitchen? Maybe, but I needed the rest of the space for my city! I could smell the muffins in the oven. They were blueberry, my favorite! But suddenly, I heard her yell my name. She used my middle name, which is never good, and I came running. I found her leaning against the wall, holding her foot “No muffins for you! How many times have I told you, move your cars!” She had ...
Weekly Contest #297
Contrary to what the tales would have you believe, they are not gathered in a single location, only reached through great travail and sacrifice. Rather, they are scattered through the length and breadth of the Earth. Despite what you may have heard, they number not three, but hundreds or thousands. No one knows for certain, for no one has met them all. Few have even met one. To encounter a Fate is an event so extraordinary and unpredictable, such an incomprehensible rarity, one can only say that fate decrees the meeting of a Fate. If fate sh...
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