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[aj-the-satyr]

Night of the Living Writers day 31

(Alrighty time for the last one. Once again HUGE THANKS go out to @writerofwriting and if you don’t follow them, why not? They’re awesome! Oh I should tag the official blog @thenightofthelivingwriters as well. Anyway the final prompt for this wonderful event: The Witching Hour.)

I looked at the clock again, it hadn’t really moved since the last time. Well it as a whole hadn’t moved the second hand was still doing its battery powered laps swooshing past the numbers without a care. There were still 15ish minutes left of the 31st day of October, less now. This had taken time to type. Seconds passed with each press of a key. The music in my headphones bounced along with nary a care for time my head bobbing along to its wonderful rhythm. I paused briefly to like the current song, adding it to the long list of favorites that I had. Did this really count? I wondered. This is incredibly meta of me. Typing what I’m thinking. I glance at the clock again. My little purple robot friend that keeps track of the time for me. I mean the laptop I type on has a clock, all computers do, but that just isn’t the same. Plus I hid the taskbar thing so I’d have to move more than just my eyes to get the time from it anyway. I correct errors like I always do. I mean that’s fine. I don’t type perfectly. There are times when I even think the stuff I write is not worth reading, but recently I’ve received some nice praise from new friends. More error corrects. Never get that I before e thing right it seems. Man this is just a stream of consciousness, correct that word, isn’t it? This amuses me, minutes before midnight, the Witching Hour, I sit typing, enjoying the act of writing. I smile. This has been fun and this event has inspired me to write again. I enjoy my characters and I hope that people who read my stuff do so too. The Cartographer, born out of a D&D game. Marcus and Lars.... born from a request I got to write about someone else’s character. Lamont and his friends, from the universe created by a good friend and I. Chance.... a character that has demanded the spotlight in my head for a while now. A quick tab change to like another song. Man this is weird writing this. Is this even in the spirit of the Night of the Living writers thing? I chuckled softly. I’m writing and loving it. Ideas are bouncing around my head again. Characters want the spotlight. More wait in the wings, biding their time until it’s right for their entrance. Another look at the clock. Just a couple of minutes to midnight, or thereabouts. I doubt my purple robot is accurate, in fact I doubt it is. I imagine it might be a little fast so that if I glance at it and am running a little late for something I end up being not as late as I think I am. Anyway I should end this.... this whatever it is. Thanks for reading if you did and I hope you enjoy what I write. If not... hey I am not trying to please everyone. As long as my writing makes me smile and my characters continue to get themselves into difficult spots, I mean I swear I have no control over these people, I shall continue to write and enjoy it.

Once again thanks to @writerofwriting for this whole wonderful event. And keep on writing you awesome people.

[storytimejustice]

October 20th: Bound (This one made me tear up writing)

Araceli watched the air with intrigue as she walked through the chapel. Pictures and videos danced through the air of her son Nova and his new as of just a few hours ago husband Rodney. Now she watched as they had their first encounter in the Cancer relics, Nova saving him at the end. The duo meeting again at what used to be the temple of stars before Nova accidentally destroyed the castle moments later. 

Another floating mist seemed darker than the others as it lightened and darkened showing the passing of days. Araceli remembered them with a grimace as Nova's dark year after Giel poisoned him but Rodney sat at his bedside barely moving and forcing Nova to eat and drink things while he was trapped in his own mind. 

And then it shifted to Rodney fighting off a few mages and one of them almost getting the upper-hand on him until a beam of light fired through them coming from Nova as he snapped back to his normal self to save Rodney once again. 

The next ball of mist was showing when Nova lost his memories and Rodney had to save him in the labyrinth hidden under the museum of old heroes and help him get his memories back as they went. 

The final mist cloud showed as Nova and Rodney had lunch at their favorite little café before spending some time in the park outside of it. Nova then distracted Rodney and turned a normal fruit into an ambrosia fruit and from there he turned the fruit into a ring of immortality before proposing to Rodney. 

Araceli just stared in fondness until the blue-haired boy poked his head into the room. "Mom! It's time for the mother and son dance." Nova called out and as Araceli neared him he added. "Rodney was wondering if he could go first." And that did it for Araceli bringing tears to her eyes as she nodded. She knew Nova and Rodney were bound by fate for the rest of their days as she went to dance with her new son-in-law.

[falling-rivers]

Reposting bc I posted this super early

NIGHT OF THE LIVING WRITERS DAY 3: COLD

@writerofwriting @nightofthelivingwriters

I apologize, it’s pretty long and pretty dark (TW for mention of murder, raising of dead, devils, hell, eating of eyeballs, mention of possible mutilation…) so I just linked it from google docs (because mobile is my main source of posting and I want to give y'all fair warning before you read. I dont usually write horror so its probably not as bad as I think it is but this is definitely not what I usually write).

The fic ends up at about 1,700 words, so it is a bit of a read, but it also may be the beginning to a new WIP I have about witches! Feel free to leave comments as well, I’m excited to see what you all think! And do not feel obligated under any circumstances to read or comment, either.

[aj-the-satyr]

The Night of the Living Writers day 15

(Here we go again. This has been great fun to do. @writerofwriting @thenightofthelivingwriters today’s prompt: Isolate)

I find myself alone. In some ways this is what I’ve been seeking to achieve all this time. I would push people away, mock them, answer their questions only with sarcasm. Now I am here I find that I hate the quiet. No sounds of others living their lives. No questions from Veler checking in on me. No snarky conversations with Wings. No complaints from Princess. Who would have thought I’d even miss that? It’s strange. To seek something, to be so vehemently sure that is what you want, only to find you’ve made a mistake. Or have I? I mean I dragged them into the tangled web that my magicks caused without even asking, merely by being around me their lives were worse. Perhaps now they can find a true purpose. Veler can find his daughter, Wings can solve his family issues and Princess can find her true path. I traveled alone before, why should now be any different? I can survive. I mean, I survived without them before I can do it again. Why should my future be any different from my past? All pain fades after all.

[aj-the-satyr]

Night of the Living Writers day 23

(Keeping it going. @writerofwriting @thenightofthelivingwriters Today’s prompt: Prophecy.)

There was a KRUNCH as her fist connected with the face hidden in the hood.

“What does your precious Prophecy say about that?”

The robed figure crumpled to the ground as if she’d somehow removed their soul with the blow. Two others were quick to their fallen comrades side. A third figure addressed her, disapproval echoing around the triangular room.

“How dare you assault one of our member!”

“Where is he?”

“We have told you that we do not know.”

“Yet you proclaim to know all! You talk to me of a Prophecy that I must fulfill and of a great darkness that approaches, yet when I ask a simple question you instead claim ignorance.”

“We...... we cannot keep track of your Father. He eludes us.”

“He was never my Father.”

The hood tilted to the side.

“Was..... never.....”

“Now I know you’re useless. I should have listened to him.”

“You’ve spoken with him?!”

“Of course I have. Now where’s Val?”

“Your companion is safe in.....”

“I didn’t ask how she was, I asked where she was. For all your talk you don’t seem to be immune to physical violence.”

“You are outnumbered.”

She growled and her muscles flexed in a rather unnatural way.

“Brother! Remember the stories!” Said one of the two tending their fallen comrade.

There was a sigh and she and Val appeared back on the street.

Val looked around. “What just happened?”

Sel snorted. “I asked to leave.”

“Asked?”

“I was very insistent.”

“Yeah...... guess you can be that.”

[aj-the-satyr]

Night of the Living Writers day 30

(Penultimate day........ Almost done. This has been great. Once again thanks to @writerofwriting and @thenightofthelivingwriters ok... today’s prompt is Warmth.... hmm.....)

The Cartographer looked at the tent, the snow had given it a light dusting. He pondered the Wizard’s words about it being bigger on the inside but felt something inside his mind rebel at even the mere thought of trying to go inside. He sighed and threw another stick onto the small fire he’d built, the warmth from the flames fighting against the cold that seemed to permeate this place. He frowned, it certainly wasn’t a natural cold that much was clear. Shame he hadn’t learned any magicks to help him combat this.

“Well you’re new.” A voice echoed around between the trees.

The Cartographer sighed. “You’d be the person they are here to stop I assume?”

“You assume correctly. You are with them?”

“You are trying to destroy the world. I am in this world and thus would rather not be destroyed.”

“I could spare you, you are not from here.”

“And why would you do that?”

“Well first you would have to swear not to challenge me for the heart of the Princess Uzuri.”

The Cartographer blinked as he rubbed his hands together then held them to the fire. “A princess? This is all about a princess?”

“Not just any princess, the most beautiful princess in all of the Kingdom.”

The Cartographer rolled his eyes. He may have joined this idiotic quest because he’d learned that using the lockpicks in quick succession was taxing on both body and mind and was just passing time but this..... “You’re destroying the world over a girl?”

“Not exactly. I am merely removing all competition in my quest to win her heart.”

Whoever this person was they were an idiot. “That is some ritual.”

“Indeed, but I can add another exception for you if you betray your newfound comrades.”

“They are not my comrades.”

Laughter. “Then you agree to my terms.”

The Cartographer had taken the time while chatting to locate the source of the voice, it was a simple projection spell, nothing fancy. He stretched then turned to face the proper direction. “No. I mean I had planned to abandon these fools and their doomed world when I felt sure that the method I would use to do such wouldn’t leave me hopelessly weakened but now..... now I have decided that I would like to personally see your head removed from your body.” He waved a hand and simply cut off the flow of mana to the projection, effectively cancelling the spell. He turned at another voice, this time it was the Wizard, Dorovan.

“Impressive. I suppose considering that symbol on your arm I should have assumed you to be talented in other ways. I heard your initial plan by the way.”

The Cartographer shrugged. “I know a few tricks. I thought it was the Warrior’s turn to take watch?”

Dorovan frowned. “I felt the magic. It seems you attracted his attention.”

“You don’t say his name.”

“You don’t say yours as I’m pretty sure it is not The Cartographer.”

“Point. As to my plan, do you plan to do anything about it?”

“No, I mean it has changed has it not?”

“Indeed.”

“Then tomorrow we shall reach his tower and kill him.”

[storytimejustice]

I would love this

SO HEY

I’ve decided to run an event.

For October, I’m calling it “Writober” or, for more fun, The Night of The Living Writer!

I think I’ve seen a few of these floating around the inter-webs but, hey! Why not have another?

It’s 31 days of prompts and writing starters to get everyone writing something, no matter how big or small!

Anyone interested in it can rb/reply to this post to be tagged in the list when it’s posted! (Later today!)

[storytimejustice]

October 15th: Moth

I felt a gust of wind scuttle up me as I ran. I heard a snap behind me hoping it was a prey animal. I smelled sewage coming from the city as I neared. 

Just as I stepped foot on concrete I felt toes land on my shoulders shifting to midfoot. I didn’t dare lookup. Looking up meant it was real. So I continued walking and getting strange looks. 

I looked down at my hands, a cat scamper out of the alley, a bug zapper hanging off a front porch. Wait… a bug zapper. Perfect.

Heading towards the zapper I felt the feet shift more as the figure on my shoulders moved to glare at the object. 

I felt heat rush across me from the zapper. I heard a screech as wings stopped moving. I smelled burnt hair and fried… something. I noticed as the feet left my shoulders and there was a clump noise behind me I turned around to see not exactly what I was expecting. 

I was expecting a demon of some sort. But lifting the mask of the figure it turned out just to me someone masquerading as the mothman. But as I continued on with my night I never felt eyes leave me until a new set of soles graced my shoulders but I knew I wouldn’t get away this time.

[storytimejustice]

October 31st: Gentle

(Did I post this 2 hours late but also only 1 hour late because of the time change? Absolutely.)

Rose grappled onto Dradgulus and pulled her into a tight hug. After over fifty years the two were finally reunited with no doom ahead of them with their foreheads rested against one anothers. 

Life and warmth poured from Rose and the energy of death and coldness radiated from Dradgulus. They were each others yin and yang and they knew that but that couldn’t even keep them apart. 

Death herself was on Chimera Blade’s side of the war now against her own mother Rixheia all so that she can be free of her shackles and finally be able to hold onto and be with the woman she loved. 

Even in the embrace of death there’s a sweet gentleness that she keeps with all of her souls she takes to the underworld but with Rose she didn’t fight the gentleness she just relaxed into it as they began to catch up on the fifty years they had apart. 

Rose explained about the Celestial Castle and everything she had learned while Death informed Rose on any souls she helped the departure of that were significant and told her funny stories of souls who tried to escape her gentle grasp. The two laughed as the sun set and Dradgulus rested her head on Rose’s shoulder. 

“Ya know Dede I wish we could remain like this forever. Empowered but not kept to doing our jobs. Just being able to relax together and watch the sun fall and the moon rise.” Rose hummed. 

“I would love that.” Dradgulus sighed before closing her eyes and allowing herself to fall in a deep sleep against her beloved.

[storytimejustice]

October 26th: Mushroom

There was an explosion outside as chunks of giant grilled mushrooms flew through the air. 

The humans from Earth had finally reached the last of the mystical creatures they decided upon vanquishing. The fae. 

Fire quickly leapt across the vegetable and fungus based buildings as portals appeared surrounding fairies and dropping them to the forbidden continent where they had sent the werewolves, mermaids, dwarves, and vampires already. 

There was a clump against the ground from a relic staff and wind quickly snuffed out the fires as the humans decided to finally show themselves. A single fairy with one of their ancient relics against five humans seemed to be impossible but as the five combined for an explosive attack of fire and lightning the fairy seemed to have disappeared. 

Reappearing the fairy began a chant “Boletus eas capere. Boletus eas capere. Boletus eas capere. Boletus ea-” The fairy was cut off as lightning flew through her and her relic disappeared but as the mages looked down at their arms mushrooms of different colors and sizes began growing out of their flesh sapping away at their magical and physical energies.

[storytimejustice]

October 24th: Endless

Rixheia strutted around in the void, she could feel the power of it slowly fading as the decades passed but the goddess really never expected this kind of power from a mortal. As the powers of light and darkness dragged Rixheia to her knees she knew it was Victoria’s turn to watch her while the rest rested. 

Another three months and it’ll switch again and if she had the scheduling down it would switch to Skylar of the Draconics who’ll make her feel like she’s trapped in that glacier all those years again. It gives her a feeling of helplessness and like a failure all over again. She broke free from one prison she was stuck in for centuries and then got trapped in another after not even a month into freedom. 

But once she breaks free she has a plan. Once she breaks free she will win. Once she breaks free she will rule all and destroy the heroes. 

Suddenly Rixheia saw a small beam of light within the darkness and knew the void would be destroyed soon enough.

[storytimejustice]

October 21st: Nightmare

Nova’s body shook the first few nights of his magic being poisoned by Giel as he laid in the Starlight mansion’s infirmary. His body there but his mind was wandering the celestial castle. 

He felt a strange tingle as his body shook and he tried to go to sleep. Just to get some sort of rest. But it seemed like as the darkness overtook him his eyes opened to darkness around him except for a gelatinous half-dragon version of him. 

“You let your ‘father’ get the best of you again? One last time before you sent him here huh?” The clone spoke up with a hum as he looked around at the shadows around him as the darkness began to lighten and Nova watched his doom happen before his eyes. 

He slung the whip back as everyone launched their magical attacks forwards sucking in their spells and at the last second Giel sent out a card that got sucked into the whip before the weapon snapped. Giel was next to nothing left as Nova fell to the ground the disable card Giel threw had been sucked in and its magical energy coiled up with the rest inside Nova. 

He felt it and knew he could dispel it but if he did he’d lose the rest of his energy and his chance at taking down Giel so he did what he thought was best. 

He ended up in that infirmary for a year before he could start walking again weak but Rodney kept him at his side. The second Rodney was in danger though Nova saw a mix of colors creating a galaxy swirl and when it faded he was blasting out a golden beam firing straight through one of the mages that had Rodney cornered. 

Nova was back to life after that and stronger than ever. Mentally and physically.

[storytimejustice]

October 19th: Bone

Cobra slid under a limb as she ran, her red hair almost getting snagged in it as she went. She fumbled with a bone on her hip before filling it with magical energy and throwing it behind her not wanting to see the carnage of the Hesperonychus elizabethae dinosaur she had brought back. 

Hearing a screech she turned just as the small dinosaur leapt onto the back of the wolf that had been chasing her and the small carnivore reached down. Cobra quickly made to turn around around and kept running as she listened to the whimpers and screams of the wolf until a bloody bone appeared back at her hip and she made it out of the woods.

[aj-the-satyr]

Night of the Living Writers day 27

(Alright feeling better today so lets play some more catch up. Thanks again to @writerofwriting and @thenightofthelivingwriters The prompt for this day was Spell.)

Folar mumbled to himself as he walked alongside the others. He didn’t trust this Cartographer at all.

“Hey Map Maker.”

The Cartographer blinked and turned slowly to face Folar.

“Does the Sword Man have yet another question?”

“Yeah. You don’t got any weapons. You capable of defending yourself? This isn’t a mission of peace. And none of this valuable information crap either we deserve to know so we can adjust our tactics accordingly.”

Eldon smiled and wondered if Folar could get an answer out of the Minotaur by merely being grumpier than usual with his questioning.

The Cartographer turned away as he answered, to focus on their path again.

“I have survived this far into my journey, do what you will with that information.”

“That doesn’t help at all!” exclaimed Folar “We’ve only just met you!”

“But you did not come across my corpse, so that speaks something for my capabilities in combat.”

“And for all we know you could have been a farmer who lead a peaceful life up until this point!”

“Really? I introduced myself as The Cartographer and you presume me to be a farmer? Really Sword Man your lack of imagination makes me hope that your foe has chosen to specialise in illusions.”

Eldon held back a laugh and tapped Folar on the soldier.

“I think you should be focused on the road ahead and not out new friend Folar.” He pointed at a small group of Orks that were headed their way. “You will miss what is right in front of you.”

Folar turned, frowned and then drew his sword. “I hope you are ready for a fight Mr Cartographer.”

The Cartographer didn’t bother with a reply and merely drew his rifle from Beneath his cloak and took aim.

“And just what is that going to do?” Asked Folar

There was a BOOM and a rumble of thunder as The Cartographer fired. In the distance one of the Orks staggered and fell. He simply reloaded while the others were unsure just how to react.

“Impressive!” said Eldon “A portable cannon.”

“Thunder Cannon” corrected The Cartographer “And am I the only one going to do anything?” He said as the Orks decided to charge before more ranged attacks came their way.

“Oh no Cartographer” answered Dorovan “I was just waiting for them to get closer.” He pulled a pouch off his belt and grabbed a handful of whatever was inside before flinging it into the air in front of himself. With a quick gesture and a focused will he turned the sand he’d thrown into a shower of shards of glass that rained upon the Orks and felled them before they could threaten anyone.

The Cartographer nodded. “Impressive Wizard, but do all your spells require such physical components?”

“No.”

The Cartographer smiled a little at the terse reply, he couldn’t say he was much of a conversationalist.

Eldon was glad to not have to use his knives this time. “Stay focused we still have a ways to go.”

Folar took the lead. “We’ll have to find somewhere to make camp soon.”

[storytimejustice]

October 30th: Fae

(I promise I wrote and published this on my Wattpad yesterday(the 30th))

I watched as a boy sketched his sister playing the violin before him on the river's edge. My home. Not that they'll ever know I'm here. 

No matter how many times I've put up fairy circles near where they come to relax they still have yet to notice me. And it's against the rules to show my form to just anybody. Even if I flop out of the water as a fish or turn into a bird they still still don't realize I'm fascinated by their skills. 

Up until I heard it a note resonating an E followed by an M then an ILY. The girl noticed me and I gladly let her know I heard her play her name by sending a ripple out of the water before her. I noticed she had come without her brother today though but I soon forgot about that as Emily began playing a new song I had never heard her play. I danced across the water allowing my feet to barely skim the water as I went creating small ripples making her giggle knowing I was there. 

"Goodbye! I'll see you tomorrow!" Emily had said… but I didn't see her until months later she came without her brother again and began playing a new song. 

I went to dance but before I could begin I realized she was playing a mourning song so I just brushed her hair back behind her ear as she played and watched her lips quirk into a small smile before she focused back into the song. 

She always came to see me at least once a week after that sometimes playing music, sometimes just talking to me even though I couldn't respond in a way she'd fully understand. 

I just made sure to let her know I was there and that I enjoyed her company as she aged through the years and I remained the same.

[storytimejustice]

October 29th: Lantern

My lantern flickered out leaving my eyes to have to adjust to the darkness surrounding me from the shadows of the tunnels curled over me. 

I have to escape. I'm the last one but the darkness gives them advantages I don’t have. With shadows the beings can warp through and find me with ease and with that thought I tripped on something sending me tumbling to the ground. 

Hands waved through the shadows towards me but as I closed my eyes I felt my body shift. Opening my eyes I found myself under the shade of a tree just outside of the tunnel. 

I escaped… but how? I looked down at my hands and my skin seemed slightly paler but I really don’t know how long I was stuck in the shadows for. It could’ve been hours or months. 

Then I felt it as my skin began to burn from the sunlight and I looked over seeing beady red eyes beckoning me back into the shadows. I followed but this won’t be the end. They did this to me so I’ll have to find a way to reverse the curse if I’m able and defeat them once and for all. But for now I’ll hide amongst them and wait.