(Monthly) Short Story Writing Prompts

Here is my story! It is my very first time writing, but you can share any of your thoughts.
Genre: Actually, I have no idea. For real. Help me so I can update this latter.
Word count: 3217 (actually a bit more, I forgot a few sentences that I've already added. Should be around 3250 now).
Title: Beyond

Spoiler: Beyond

The man woke up in a daze. He was lying in a cold floor. He slowly stood up, putting his hands in his head. A splitting pain was coming from there, not allowing him to think clearly. When he looked around, he could see nothing at all. He found himself surrounded by an endless darkness. He couldn’t hear anything, except for his heartbeat. Even were he was supposed to be standing was nothing but blackness.

What was this? A dark room or something? He didn’t understand.

“Is anyone there?” He cried in pain.

“Yes” A familiar voice answered, coming from nowhere.

The man looked around and could see nothing. What was going on? Where was he? Who just answered him?

Then he appeared. A handsome man in his thirties just seemed to form from thin air. He looked at him with no emotion whatsoever. He just silently stood there, watching him.

“What the hell?” The man said in surprise. Not because the newcomer just suddenly appeared, but because he looked just like the confused man.

“Who are you? Where is this? Why do we look the same?” The man asked, clearly perturbed.

“Well, I’ll have to start with the second question. This way you can accept the answer to the others more easily.” Said the doppelganger.

“This, my dear friend, is the Void. It is the space between dimensions. But, if I had to put it in other words, this is a stop before a final destination.”

“What are you talking about? What final destination? Cut the crap and let me go!” The man blurted out in anger. Someone was playing a really tasteless joke.

“Now, now. Slow down. Try to remember. What is the last thing you can recall?” The doppelganger tried to calm the man a little, never showing anything in his face.

“I was just driving home from work, and then…” He stopped himself. Suddenly he couldn’t remember what happened. Rather, he didn’t believe the scene that started playing in his mind.

“And then you got run over by a truck. Your car was destroyed, and you died.” The doppelganger finished his sentence.

“I’m… I’m DEAD?” The man cried in desperation and disbelief. But then his headache got stronger, and he couldn’t suppress the memory of a blurred truck appearing out of nowhere going in his direction from flashing through his mind.

“Is… Is this true? Am I really dead?”

“Yes.” There was no trace of sympathy or pity in his face. He still showed nothing at all.

“F**k this, how can I believe you!” Screamed the man. “How can I feel the weight of my body? How can I be standing? Why my head hurts? If I was dead I would feel nothing!”

“Those feelings you have are simply the effect your mind trying to safeguard yourself from the truth. By the way, the headache is most likely from the drinking. You know, you were quite drunk when you died…”

It was true. He had been into a nasty fight with a coworker and got himself fired. On the way home he stopped by the bar and drank his remorse and anger away. Then he left, just to be killed by a truck halfway home.

“F**K, I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS.” He screamed enraged. “NO WAY, NO F***ING WAY.” He threw a punch at the doppelganger. “F**K OFF.”

“That’s it? I’ve seem worse. I’ll give you some time, when you cool down we can talk again.”

And them the doppelganger disappeared as abruptly as he had appeared.

The man was left alone. He wasn’t standing anymore, he felt like he was floating. His headache had disappeared, it didn’t cloud his thoughts anymore. But he couldn’t accept it. He screamed, thrashed about and threw punches in the air. He never hit anything. He cried loudly, asking for help, just to be ignored by the darkness surrounding him.

Time seemed to have stopped. It had been years since he was there, but maybe it was just seconds. He couldn’t tell anymore. He had stopped crying ages ago. He was still weakly punch the nothing, but it was just in denial. Maybe he was really dead, afterall.

“Hey, are you there?”

“Yes. Have you calmed yourself?”

“I guess. Am I really, definitely, undeniably dead? ”

“Yes.”

“I’ll accept it for now, I guess.” Said the man with a dispirited face. The doppelganger showed himself in front of him.

“Good. Now I’ll answer your first question. I am what you would call God. Although I’m quite different from what you believe in.”

“I kind of expected that. Why do you look like me?”

“I tend to always assume the appearance of the people you love the most. It works well in most cases. Except when I’m dealing with someone who loves himself too much. Like yourself”

“Can you please change your appearance? It creeps me out.”

“Hmm… I don’t feel like it.”

“…”

What a dick. Maybe he wasn’t emotionless after all, he just didn’t care anymore. It wasn’t worth to fight over it. This ‘God’ had left him alone for who knows how long, it certainly didn’t care for what he thought.

“Anything else?”

“You said you were God… but you were different than the God I believe in. How so?”

“To be more precise, I believe I am God. I have reasons to do so. But I am not as powerful as he should be. For starters, I’m not omnipotent. I didn’t create this Universe or it’s laws. I don’t judge you by what you did with your life. But I can see and interact with the Mortal Plane to a certain extent. If you asked me to describe myself, I would say that I am the amalgamation of all the souls of the deceased that moved on.”

“Wait, like a collective existence?”

“Yes.”

“How… does this works?”

“You die, you make a choice, and if you chose so, you join Us.”

“Wait, you are here to present me with a choice?”

“Yes.”

“Which one?”

“First I’ll have to explain to you what exactly the afterlife is. Let me show you.”

As the doppelganger said that, he waved his hands and the darkness distorted. Suddenly, both of them were surrounded by dozens of people. And the sound of painful wailing and angry shouts reverberated through the Void.

The man took a step back, afraid.

“Is this Hell?”

“No, it is simply the afterlife.”

“Who are they?”

“These are not real people. It is just a projection from the Higher Plane. More precisely, it is a representation of tiniest bit of the existence I am. A representation that you can understand. ”

“Wait, are these the souls that joined you? Why are you making them suffer?”

“Those who are suffering brought this upon themselves. I have no control over this. If you look closely, you will see that not all of them are like that.”

And, sure enough, a handful of people seemed to not be in any kind of pain. Some were even lightly smiling.

“You are asking yourself the difference. Well, look closer.”

The man looked, and he saw an unbelievable number of translucent lines spreading from the bodies of every single one of them. Some of them were even connected to other people in the man’s line of sight.

“What is this?”

“Some might call this Fate. But I believe the concept of Karma is a better way to explain it.”

“Those lines connecting people, are some kind of … Karma?”

“Yes.”

“In what sense?”

“In the ‘you reap what you sow’ sense.”

“Those lines connect you with every single person you had an impact during your life. They make you feel whatever emotions and sensations you once made the person connect to you experience, be it painful or blissful, good or bad.”

“Wait, if I decide to join you, I will be put through this?”

“Yes. Why, are you afraid?”

“Not… not really.” He stuttered. “So, what do you mean with ‘every single person you had an impact during your life’?”

“This means that, if you punched someone in the face, you will feel it. If you humiliated someone, you will feel exactly what he felt. If you pleased someone, you will feel it too. Your actions can even cause indirect Karma. “

“I don’t understand.”

“If you saved someone, you will feel his gratefulness, and possibly the gratefulness of others who felt that way towards him being saved. As well as the hate of others who wanted him dead, for example.”

“This seems rather arbitrary.”

“Not at all. We are responsible for our actions and all of it’s consequences.”

The man was at a loss. He felt from the bottom of his heart that he wasn’t ready for this. He was utterly speechless.

“If I join you… will this last for eternity?”

Please say ‘no’.

“No. After a few of decades you are allowed to reincarnate if you wish so.”

It might not be this bad, after all. Maybe.

“A few decades? For everyone? No matter what they did?”

“Yes. If someone was a horrible person, they will naturally endure much more suffering in those years than others would. Everyone pays or receives what they are due, nothing more, nothing less.”

“Is this the choice you are here to propose?”

“No.”

“Them what is it?”

‘God’ waved his hand again and only two persons remained with them. An old man who was crying pitifully and a beautiful woman who seemed indifferent. The man knew both of them. One was the priest responsible for the church he visited that died a few years back. He was always gentle and helped the man whenever he felt he needed God’s protection. The man liked the priest very much. Seeing him in so much pain made his heart ache.

The woman was… the man’s mother, who died young.

“First, let’s give it a try, shall we?”

“This…”

‘God’ interrupted him with another wave of the hand. One of the lines shot out from the priest and connected to the man’s chest. The man suddenly felt…nothing. Nothing at all. He found himself dumbfounded. The priest, however, toned down his cry a notch.

“Is this working?”

“Of course. See? Your gratefulness is relieving some of this priest’s pain.”

“But… I feel nothing.”

“This just means he was completely indifferent towards you.”

“Is this serious?”

“Certainly. Why would I lie?.”

“He might not have cared about me, but I think he was a good man. What is making him suffer like this?”

“You may feel that way, but the children he met surely didn’t.”

“Do you mean…” The man started feeling sick.

“You know, one of his speeches always nagged me a bit. The one about the colors of the sins.” ‘God’ interrupted him.

“The one that every sin has a color that taints your soul? And that the soul that bears many sins will be black?”

“Yeah, that one. You see, I always found it quite dumb. The white color being what you consider pure, while the black is impure. Actually, white is the combination of all the colors. It should be the color of the ultimate sinner, following this logic. Black is simply the nonexistence of color. The color of the one that has never sinned.”

‘God’ seemed to be having fun talking about it.

“But it sure is interesting seeing you all use the most sinful color to wage peace. Seeing people wearing white clothes with pride, claiming to be pure. Maybe it is in the human nature. Hiding a dagger behind your back while shaking hands with someone, I mean. Fooling others. Or simply blindly following someone that is up to no good. Ignorance IS a sin, you know? Be ignorant and you will always be sowing karma without even noticing it.”

“Now, if you had to guess, what would be the kind of person that would have a black soul?”

“Where are you going with this?”

“Nowhere, just curious to see your answer.”

“I guess… Someone that sacrifices himself?”

“So… you think that trading your life for another cleanses your soul?”

“Yes.”

“Interesting. Well, let’s see what your mother has to say about that.”

‘God’ waved his hand yet again and the line with the priest was broken at the same time another one formed between the man and his mother.

The man immediately felt his heart warming up. This was love. A lot of it. There was happiness too. And pride. At the same time, however, he felt regret, unwillingness, sadness and pain.

It was too much to bear. The man laughed, then screamed, them cried of happiness and sadness. His emotions were a mess.

His mother had died giving birth to him. She loved him very much, and yet she couldn’t help but blame him in the moment of her death. His heart broke.

“PLEASE STOP IT.”

‘God’ snapped his fingers and the line broke.

“There is no such thing as a ‘black’ soul. We are always sinning. But this isn’t an excuse to not do good.”

He went on.

“If you are a good person, you will still cause negative feeling towards you, but the positive ones will overthrow them. You will still feel all of them, but it will be bearable. Maybe even pleasurable if you were good enough. If you, however, cause a lot of pain and suffering to others, the negative feelings will eat at your soul until you reincarnate.”

“Why are you doing this? What gives you the right to do this?”

“I am doing this because you have to make a choice, a difficult one.”

“Which one?”

“First, answer me this. How have you been living your life?”

“I…” The man couldn’t answer.

“Hmm… Let’s try something different. Choose someone you know and that is still alive to see how you Karma is doing with them.”

“I choose my wife.” The man answered without hesitation. His wife loved him very much. And he loved her dearly too. It would certainly be good Karma.

‘God’, that was looking at him started laughing.

“Very well”

With a snap of his fingers, a line projected from the Void and connected to the man’s chest.

He felt pleasure. Tenderness. Happiness.

See? Good Karma.

When he was thinking this, he suddenly started feeling rage, anger, sadness and humiliation. A unfathomable amount of humiliation. A searing pain struck his heart, and the man fell to his knees, crying.

“Not so good, eh?”

‘God’ looked at him wearing his expressionless face again.

“What foolishness. You really thought she would never find out?”

“I.. don’t… know.. what you ate talking about.” The man struggled to say.

“You can’t hide anything from me. And I already said, I don’t judge. There are worse people than you in me.”

“You…”

“Why did you die?”

“I got fired… I got drunk… and crashed my car because of it.”

“Why were you fired?”

“I got… in a fight… with a coworker.”

“Why?”

“…”

“I won’t do a thing until you answer.”

“WHY… ARE… YOU… DOING… THIS?”

“You must be aware of what you are going to face if you choose to join me. Accept it and it should be easier to handle.”

The man tried to catch his breath, to no avail. He finally surrendered.

“My coworker… he discovered that I had cheated my wife with his.”

“And this what you are feeling from her now. For you to know, your coworker wrote her an e-mail explaining the situation. Ah, by the way, in the Mortal Plane you died about 5 minutes ago. She isn’t aware yet. She is waiting for you to get home so you can talk, but she doesn’t know what to say. She is seriously contemplating suicide now.”

“Please stop her!” The man felt regret bubbling inside him. He didn’t know if it was his or hers.

“I can’t. It is beyond my powers. She is free to do what she wants. And this is Karma she will be sowing. And you, too.”

“Please, do anything! I’ll do anything! She is the person I love the most.”

“Now, now. We both know it is not true. You are just afraid of the Karma you will get from this. And if you really loved her that much, I would have her appearance, not yours.”

“Ugh…” The man was desperate. Utterly lost.

“Now, it is time to make a choice.”

The man looked up, despair showing in his face.

“You can join me, and face all the Karma you sowed for a few decades and them have the chance to reincarnate, hopefully to sow better Karma…”

“Or you can choose the Void.”

“What?”

“The Void. This nothingness. You will be destroyed. Sent to the Nothing itself. You won’t suffer. You won’t feel bliss. You won’t even know you are there. You will feel, think and do nothing.”

“This…” The man didn’t know what to think. “Why are you giving me this choice?”

“Those are the rules. The Original most likely made them.”

“Who?”

“If you join me you will understand.”

The man didn’t feel like understanding it.

“Everyone gets this choice?”

“Yes.”

“How many have joined you?”

“More than you could count, or have a grasp of.”

“How many chose the Void?”

“Many more.” ‘God’ seemed quite disappointed saying so.

The man was in deep thought. He stood there looking and the darkness surrounding him for seconds. Then minutes. Then hours. Then days. Then months. Then years.

Then, he suddenly looked at ‘God’ again.

“I will… choose the Void.”

“Will you really throw your chance of a better afterlife after reincarnation to run away from the things you’ve done?”

“… Yes.”

‘God’ took a deep breath, showing unwillingness.

“Very well, Jonathan Verdmont Smith. Henceforth your soul will be destroyed, all your future lives will be severed, and Karma shall never affect you again. You are therefore banished to the Void.”

‘God’ waved his hand and the man shattered into a million pieces, that then disappeared into the Void.

“With this, we are away past half…” Said ‘God’, in deep thought.

The Original, how ‘God’ called him, most likely was the real God. He created the Mortal Plane, the Higher Plane and the Void. He, however, chose to shatter himself into countless pieces, sending them to the Mortal Plane and creating life. After death, those pieces would be pieced together, each one with it’s own consciousness, and all of them forming a new one.

Since those pieces were once a whole, naturally they had a strong connection. Once they were back together, they would share everything they had. This was the true essence of Karma. All the pieces completely fused and feeling what each other could feel. This was Humanity's perfect form. Yet, they failed miserably...

Maybe the Original was just lonely, and did this to change that. No one would never know. When he shattered himself, he wiped all the fragments knowledge clean.

He most likely wanted to have his pieces sowing good karma with each other, so he would never again feel any negative emotion for all eternity. If it was impossible, however, there was the Void. The pieces could choose to just disappear. And once that happened… There would be nothing at all. And now more than half were gone.


‘God’ couldn’t judge people like Jonathan. In the end, the Original too would rather choose the Void than face loneliness. Even 'God' himself, if faced with such choice...

Of course this was all just speculation. Putting together the bits of clues the Original left behind. At least that's what 'God' believed.

‘God’ sighted. His appearance changed, from the man’s to a human silhouette, with no eyes, no nose, no mouth and no face. And a completely, pure white color. He them snapped his fingers an disappeared from the Void.

 

MoShoStoWri sounds really awesome!!! \o/ \o/ \o/ \o/ \o/
I'll get to writing this after I finish that darned short story that's taking me months to write!!! ><

 

yey! my story won't be a surprise to anyone though. hahaha.

 

@Liron wow that was fast! I think at your pace, we could have daily or weekly short story writing club. XD

I can't read it now, but I will try to over the next week! Good job writing so much on your first time!

 

Well mines a bit shorter at 1328 words...But yea. Heres my submission xD.

Spoiler

The feeling of falling brings you back awake from your sleepy state. You look around to see you’re sitting on a grey chair, waiting. A ticket in your hand held the number 1078. Looking up at the electronic display, it seems the number that they are currently serving is 821.

“It’s going to be a long day.”

You thought with a deep yawn. Stretching your arms to loosen your stiff body and getting the blood flowing, you realize you don’t even remember at what time you arrive at the office.

Looking around the room you don’t see a single clock in sight.

On the walls were many posters for commercials but they didn’t interest you.

With nothing to do, you become bored. The people around you seemed bored as well as a chain of yawning spread like wild fire.

Not a single thing to do. You found that you don’t have your phone with you. Must have left it in the car. Wait, did you drove here? Your memory seems hazy.

But a certain reassuring feeling washed through you as you reaffirm yourself that you did drive here. You patted your other pocket and a set of jingling keys made a sound.

It was audible only to you as the fans in the corner of the room were humming away, leaving a dull white noise to echo through the room.

You tried to keep yourself busy by mildly humming songs. You soon stop as the looks you received from people around you became cold.

Back to the boring state of nothingness you waited. The number still have not changed.

Letting a mind wander is a terrifying thing.

With nothing keeping your attention busy, all of your thoughts starts to run wild.

Many ‘what if’ scenarios played in your head. All the good things you did and all the bad. Your regrets and actions you would have taken differently. All these things flow through your head without your control.

You wanted something to keep your mind off the bad things. But to go from all the attention dividing things of modern life to a situation where there is nothing, your mind can’t stop the thoughts. The dam has broken down and the water like thoughts flowed free.

A random cough from a nearby elderly finally shakes you out of your stupor.

You look down at your ticket again. 1078.

The number on the screen? 822.

You thought to yourself,

“At least there’s progress happening.”

And thus you began waiting again. Without a clock to keep track of time, minutes became hours, hours became days. Your sense of time deteriorates. There were no windows and the grey walls kept everything the same hue.

You’re not hungry yet so you assume what has passed were only minutes, at best an hour.

The wait continued.

The hum of the fan droned on.

Slowly your eyes began to slowly close again.

Drowsiness has set in and you could barely keep yourself from falling asleep.

As soon as your eyes closed, a dream started.

It was a dream about your childhood.

The friends you made, the people you interacted with, the things you learned in school.

Everything played back like a VHS tape on an old tube TV.

After what seemed like an eternity, the dream ends when an elderly bumps into your chair as they walked up to the front counter.

In a daze, you looked around and saw the same thing you have seen for what seemed like forever.

Grey walls, dusty fans, the electronic display. Number 823.

Once again you check the ticket in your hand. 1078.

You sigh at the slow speed of government processes. Then you realize you don’t even remember what process you are going through.

Was it renewing your driver’s license? No, don’t you get those by mail now days?

Oh well, maybe you will remember when you get to the counter. You reassured yourself.

Once again sinking back into sleep, the dream once again began. This time it was your young adult life.

The choices you made, the responsibilities you took on, the love of your life.

Everything played smoothly like a DVD on a flat screen TV.

There were many regrets. Choices you made that you wish you had a second chance at.

The biggest one was letting the love of your life get away.

You thought to yourself about the life you could have shared.

The second one was your career. Oh the paths you could have taken. But instead you stayed at your white collar desk job.

A loud cough follow by a sneeze woke you up from the dream.

Once again, grey room, plain chairs, and crappy posters.

The number? 824.

This repeats itself for what seemed like an eternity.

You would once again doze off and the dream would start again. Your entire life recorded in perfect order.

By the time you were watching yourself as an elderly, you realized something.

Just how old are you? It seems you forgot over the years.

Wait, how did you drive here if you were that old?

Before you could continue your train of thought. Someone tapped your shoulder.

You look behind you to see a man in his 40s with a trimmed beard.

“So, how would you rate the movie of your life?”

The man asked.

As if the question he asked was normal, you replied.

“Eh, just so-so. Perhaps on rotten tomatoes it might have received a 60%”

The man grinned.

“Any regrets?”

You sighed.

“Countless.”

The man looked into my eyes with deep understanding.

“Well, it’s your turned.”

You look around and saw the number on the display was 1078. You look down at your ticket. 1078.

It was indeed your turn. You finally got out of the boring chair and walked to the front counter.

Behind the glass was the man from before.

How did he get here so fast?

“Time is up my friend.”

He smiles softly.

You smile back as courtesy.

Reaching into your pocket and pulled out what looked like a passport, you place it in front of you. That wasn’t there before…right?

The man took the stamp by his side, opened the passport, and deeply stamped it.

“Deceased.”

Wait. What?

Your confusion spread on your face. But suddenly the memory returned.

Your death bed. Your family all around you. Tears were flooding their faces. But you were smiling. You realized you had no more regrets.

And memories from then on? Grey walls, dusty fan, crappy posters, boring chairs and a number.

“You have three paths.”

The man said.

“Which one will you take?”

He brings forth three pamphlets.

The first one, a picture of a pair of golden gates on a cloud with gaudy gold letters on top that reads, ‘The Kingdom of heaven’.

It seems you qualified to go to heaven.

The second pamphlet.

Purgatory. A place where you can live as a spirit, a ghost. A place were monsters and demons reside and call their home. And you can join their ranks. A second life of adventure? Perhaps…The choice was tempting.

You look at the third and final pamphlet.

Reincarnation. Your memory would be wiped and you will once again set foot onto the path of reincarnation. If your karma was good, perhaps you may come back as a wealthy human and live a long life. This was a gamble as you don’t know how good your karma was.

Looking over the three pamphlets again, you realize why people took so long.

It was a decision that will decide your life from now on.

Which path to take?

A path of peaceful existence? To go to heaven?

A path of wonton chaos and excitement? To go to purgatory?

A path of continual existence? To enter the cycle of reincarnation?

Three choices, three pamphlets, three paths.

After a long thought. You finally made your choice.

And that choice was all that mattered to you now.

 

How do you make the spoiler button though?

 

I think it is something like this:

Code:

[spoiler="title of the spoiler"]stuff in here[/spoiler]

 

WHen you are writing, there should be a '+' button somewhere on top. Click it and select 'spoiler'. Then write whatever you like inbeetween the template that will appear. And you're done.

 

Wouldn't it be better to create a whole new thread dedicated for the short stories and use this thread to stay in touch with the updates or the such?

 

Fuck yeah!

 

when you realize that this month topic is same as your Halloween submission...
hmm it's lazy time

 

I'm sorry, human=>immortal. Conclusion, potato=immortal.

 

Here's mine. There's 533 words:

Spoiler: Death...not what was expected to be

"Damn You! I, Jack Chen, will kill you bastards!" A middle-aged man screamed as he pointed his gun forward.

He tried to fire a few shots but nothing. This was when he realized that he was not in the battlefield anymore. Where was he? The last thing he remembered was being ambushed by a group of Neo-Nazis. Both sides suffered numerous of casualties. Ah...he was not stupid. He remembered the bullet that pierced his heart. He reached over to his chest...and there was no pain. He could now confirm...that he was dead.

"So where am I? Is this the afterlife? Strange...I had assumed it to be more bustling with other spirits...." The middle-aged man muttered.

The room he was in was all white. There was a doorway to the far end. The man assumed it to be the exit...or maybe the entrance to the Hall of Judgment as he had read about. Jack headed towards the doorway. As he entered through the doorway, he found himself on a street...it was deserted. Where were the other spirits? Could this by my hell? As Jack strode around, he spotted a figure out in the distance.

"Hey! Over here!" Jack shouted towards the figure. He saw the figure turn and head towards him. "Thank goodness you were here. What is this pl-?"

Jack stopped talking as he stared at the figure in front of him...especially his face...or a lack of that is. "Whoa man...what happened to your face?"

The faceless figure held up a corked bottle. Jack looked at it and asked, "What is this? Is this that forget-all water? Strange, I had assume it would be in a well or something. Did the underworld get modernized or something?"

The faceless figure uncorked the bottle and aimed the opening towards Jack. Jack was about to say something but suddenly he felt a strong pull, pulling him towards the bottle. Jack struggled to resist the pull but the strength of the pull just got stronger. Finally, Jack was sucked into the bottle. The faceless figure quickly corked the bottle again and held the bottle up. Sounds of screams for help and rage could be heard from within but the faceless figure ignored it and stored the bottle into a bag.

Suddenly another faceless figure approached the first one and replied, "Congratulations on acquiring your first soul young miss."

The first faceless figure reached her hand up and pressed a small button near her temple. The faceless cover disappeared to reveal a beautiful face of an eighteen year old girl.

"Whew! Thanks. This feels a bit weird...I mean that person was a humanoid like us." The young girl said.

"It's true that they are humanoids but they are only livestock for us divine beings. We give them different types of religion and beliefs in order to cultivate and culture their souls into energy which we use to sustain our everyday life. We have been doing this for a millennia. You shouldn't worry too much about it."

"I see. You are right. These human beings, as they call themselves, do make the best kinds of energy power. Oh, it seems another one has appeared."

"Good luck young miss."

"Thanks."

 

Hiii. How do I join the group/ share my story

 

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To share your story just post it here and you're done!

 

name reminded me that it's almost time for nanowrimo again

 

This is my short story. It's a flash fiction done in less than 400 words, not sure if it fits the group theme. Further information spoils the mystery of the story so not gonna add anything more, except that there's no need for a content warning.

Spoiler: No need for links!

I lean back and rest my body on the sofa, taking it slow as the room's shadows become longer, and the colors all fade into red, then grey, then they disappear from sight.

I know that's my signal, I stand up, and walk aimlessly around the mansion that I know too well. The rooms haven't changed at all, I know what's behind every wall. I've seen everything.

I know exactly what that mirror reflects, but today something it missing. It's not the cobwebs in between the walls, there's no piece of furniture that has been moved, no spec of dust that has been cleaned, but I know that something's missing.

I ponder for a while, but as the answer is ever elusive I walk away continuing my pathless trip around my house. I make my way into the library, I can remember every book in there, I can remember every bug that's in there, every small particle, that over the years has coated everything in a grey carpet.

My pointless tour takes me into the bathroom, then into the bedroom and many other rooms, until I reach the last one, the basement. The trapdoor is opened, so I walk down the stairs. The air gets more and more stagnant, and slowly a putrid smell gets into my nose. It twitches a little bit, but I remember the smell, and I am already used to it.

I finally reach the catacombs, there an endless number of coffins lay by the sides of a hall whose end I can't seen, but I remember what lays in there; the only empty coffin. I continue my tour under the watch of my ancestors as I slowly make my way to the last coffin.

There's no hurry, as there's no purpose, and because this is the end of the road, I want to make the road longer, endless ever, that way I'll never have to stop, but the road isn't endless, not too soon nor too late I can see the last coffin, it's cover lays behind it, and soon I'll be able to see the insides.

But I surprise myself, the coffin isn't empty, soon I get it; the mirror wasn't reflecting myself.

Edit: Added it in a spoiler.

 

thought it should be a minimum of 500 words?

 

I just read yours. To start off, you keep jumping from past to present tenses, making it a bit distracting. Your story has a little hook, but can easily becomes uniteresting midway. ai felt the highest point of climax in the story was the old man bumping into him. Nice use of foreshadowing. I found the ending enjoyable as it gave a nice Robert Frost kind of feel.

 

Yes, that's why I said I didn't know if it fits the Theme, but I thought I'd share it anyway.