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[deviacon]

Weekly Writing Prompt: Reaching into the Maw

“Rendezvous”

A group of young friends decide to relax at the beach. There’s an strange cave hidden within rocks nearby.

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[jaz-rites]

Hey I wrote a lil thing for Tale Foundry's weekly writing group! This week's prompt was "Dreamscape" so I couldn't resist. I really hope y'all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. If you feel so inclined, please drop a like thru the TF site (you don't need to make an account) so my piece has a greater chance of being selected to be read on the weekly stream. Thanks kindly!

Seeya soon,

- Jaz

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[deviacon]

Weekly writing prompt: Write a Better Future.

"Ancestor’s Struggle."

A lone boy with shaggy auburn hair ate at an empty table.

“Hey! You’re new here aren’t ya?” A girl with a long dark ponytail took a seat next to him.

“Yeah” The boy sheepishly nodded after swallowing.

“I’m Jaimie, it’s nice to meet you…” She paused expectantly holding out a hand.

“Oliver.” The boy replied, taking her hand and shaking confidently. “It’s nice to meet you too.”

“So how are you enjoying you’re first day in a big new high school?” Jaimie nudged him with her elbow.

“It’s alright. Biggest building I’ve ever been in.”

“Seriously?”

“Family just moved from the country, smaller buildings out there.”

“Guess that makes sense. So hey what’s your favorite class?” Jaimie swayed rhythmically in her seat, not caring much for her meal. Oliver thought for a moment, chewing another bite as an excuse.

“I guess Empathy.”

“Oh come on that’s an easy class!” Jaimie smiled coyly. “I always found it boring, like come on we’ve been doing it since first grade!”

“Yeah, I know. A lot of people say that. What about you?” Oliver asked as his eyes met hers.

“Hmmm. I guess Therapeutics.”

“Now that’s an easy class.” Oliver teased.

“Well that’s the point!” Jaimie laughed and finally took a large bite of her apple.

“So what are the rest of your classes for the day?” Oliver asked expectantly.

“Old History, Critical Reasoning, and Self Defense.”

“I actually just got out of Old History.” His eyes lit up. “There’s some really crazy stuff to learn.”

“Really like what?”

“Well, like there was this huge issue that spanned centuries called race-ism.”

“What, was it a religion or something?”

“Nah, it was this weird behavioral deficiency where people hated and hurt others based on superficial things like skin tone, or nationality, or religion.”

“And you said this was an issue for centuries?!”

“Yeah.”

“Wow. Our ancestors were fucking stupid.”

“Well, just look how long it took for them to figure out the cure for cancer.”

Jaimie laughed so suddenly she sprayed bits of apple across the table. “Good point.”

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[deviacon]

Weekly writing prompt: Soul Industry.

"The Value of a Soul"

I pulled a dimly luminescent jar from the cluttered shelf of macabre oddities. The source of faint light inside of it was a pale blue orb. I carefully uncorked the old, dingy bottle and the orb gently floated and squeezed its way up and out of the bottle like thick smoke.

The orb was lighter than air, it floated and swayed gently in place. The top of it flickered and danced like a misty flame. I slowly cradled my hand under it. It was so soft its touch was hardly noticeable if it weren’t for its frigid temperature. Tenderly squeezing it, I could feel the cold offer liquid-like resistance, as if that were its sign of density.

Within the orb I could make out foggy, faded silhouettes dancing through the motions of the emotions and sensations they evoked and everything in between. The images and sensations pulled me in the longer I stared and I began to feel traces of the spectrum and intensity of emotions contained within.

“So how much are these things worth?” I called out to the shopkeeper.

“That depends on who’s asking.” The gruff voice answered back.

“Very funny.” I begrudgingly replied.

“Seriously. Worth is completely subjective to the buyer. Gods and Deities collect ‘em like a madman, but with such careless greed they’re not worth much to ‘em alone. ‘Sides, why buy what you can reap for yourself in bulk? Demons and necromancers find great value in a single one, they make good buyers. Some even consider ‘em a delicacy. Those are the second best buyers.”

“So who is it that make the best buyers?” I nervously asked. The shopkeeper gave a wide, toothy smile.

“Well, why are YOU here?”

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