#open calls for short stories

[casualavocados]

"Mrs. Coulter in the cave, watching Will, speculating; Will watching her, speculating. Their words like chess pieces, placed with great care, each carrying an invisible nimbus of implication and possibility and threat. Each of them afterwards felt as if they had barely escaped with their life."

HIS DARK MATERIALS — 3.02 | The Break — The Imagination Chamber, Philip Pullman

[dreamlandiasims]

The Last Goodbye

a PLA "short film"

previous | next

Transcript:

[0:04]: dreamlandiasims Presents

[0:08]: a PLA Short Film

[0:12]: The Last Goodbye

-

[1:31]: Boss said we can't afford any disruptions. Shut it down.

[1:48]: They must've cut our fucking power.

[2:06]: ... Screw it.

[2:08]: LISTEN UP STRANGERS!

[2:03]: Our fearless leaders are trying to ruin tonight's event.

[2:07]: So I say... why don't we bring the party to them?

[2:11]: Who's with me?

[2:13]: I said...

[2:15]: WHO'S WITH ME??

-

[2:50]: to be continued...

[2:54]: Song Credits: ODESZA - The Last Goodbye

[2:58]: thanks for watching :)

[If anyone is having trouble getting the video to load or play for any reason lmk! I might end up hosting it elsewhere because idk if I trust tumblr lol]

[arathejedi394]

i cracked this morning and read the first like 200 words of my og novel that i wrote when i was 13/self-published at 14

and like

why did hank green post it on his instagram with praise?? like i think of it and i cringe. today i re-read the first 200 words and i wanted to stop existing?? why did my mom give him a copy of it i did not ask her to do that??? i just went to one of his concerts in 2014 and my mom just gave the book to somebody and for some reason that somebody gave it to hank green and then suddenly im in the crowd 15yo new best friend bc nerdfighteria and hank green is like "oh somebody gave one of the guys this book just before the show and i took a look at it and i kinda like it it's pretty good" and up he holds none other than my og novel he goes "a 14yo wrote this and it's pretty good this affirms my faith in humanity or something like a very young not-adult did this whole novel and it's not bad that's cool" idk what he said it was 10 years ago. and there's me in the crowd freaking the fuck out i say to my new bff who i had just met at the beginning of the concert bc we were standing next to each other like "BRO THAT'S MY BOOK" new bff is like "BRO THAT'S YOUR BOOK???" and starts jumping up and down for attention like "YO THAT'S THIS GUY'S BOOK" hank green hears points at me and goes "HEY HE'S RIGHT THERE YOUR BOOK'S PRETTY COOL KID" AND THEN!!! HE FUCKING PUT IT ON HIS INSTA??? AND PRAISED IT??? THE STICKY NOTE MY MOM LEFT ON IT WITH LIKE 10 WORDS OF SYNOPSIS STILL ON THE COVER??? ALL OF HIS INSTA FOLLOWER'S SAW MY MOM'S HANDWRITING??? AND MY WHOLE ASS INITIALS + LAST NAME??? A COMPLIMENTARY REVIEW BY HANK GREEN HIMSELF??? WHY?? WHY WAS MY 15 MINUTES OF FAME THAT CRINGE ASS Y/A NOVEL???

nobody go looking back at hank green's 2015 insta. do not confirm this is true. let this be a totally unverifiable claim of some rando fandom blogger.

listen. i was 13 when i wrote that book. i was so full of brand new baby teen angst. i do not understand why hank green did not open the book flip through a couple pages go "oof this kid needs a therapist and a writing coach" and never mention it again. i do not understand why he mentioned it on stage, i don't know why he put it on his instagram, it was so bad. ohmygod. i wish i could forget it ever happened

eXCEPT I CAN'T

bc iT wAs SuPpOsEd TO BE A TRIOLOGY. aNd I ONLY WROTE ONE. AND MY PARENTS ARE STILL ASKING ME WHEN BOOK TWO IS COMING.

IT'S BEEN TEN YEARS.

[klutzytomb]

if I ever mysteriously disappear one day with my account deleted, becoming the missing mutual, rest assured that it'll probably be because I have continually lied about myself IRL and find this account to be attached to that mentality. I will one day return

[iamf0rtis]

alright this one might get me in some online fights here on tumblr but i feel like *someones* gotta bring it up

aborting a fetus with a genetic or mental disorder because you cannot take care of them is not eugenics.

bringing a fetus into the world when you can not care for their disorders is cruel.

if you can not care for a kid, you shouldn't have it. yes, that includes kids with autism, kids with down syndrome, kids with cystic fibrosis, etc. its not eugenics, its wanting the best for yourself and any kid you bring into the world.

its not bad to abort a fetus you can not care for. its bad when you know you cant take care of that child but have it anyway.

genetic testing doesnt necessarily promote eugenics, it allows parents to make educated choices about their family and the children they are bringing into the world. frankly, i think it makes the lives of disabled people better.

if you could make sure your child doesnt suffer from a chronic disability, wouldnt you do it? i dont think thats a bad thing.

[doverstar]

every year around this time I rewatch Julie and the Phantoms, and every year I am reminded how much heart this little tween show about grief and hope has

[thehorrormaven]

Cover Reveal: We Bite Back – A Queer Horror Anthology

I am so excited to reveal the cover for the upcoming queer charity anthology through my indie publisher, Pride with a Bite, “We Bite Back!” Full Submission Information: https://pridewithabite.com/charity-anthology-we-bite-back/ Submissions are open through December 31, 2024 There are not a lot of restrictions on what you can and can’t write or create. I want this to be as open as possible, so…

[meatballsubzine]

What do we want to see? Things we haven’t seen yet, so that thing in your drawer you aren’t so sure of, that’s the one to send

We are open to poetry, images, flash fiction, and comics, no matter your experience level

There are no theme restrictions, fan work is accepted

Submit here!

[goldenlaquer]

this question deserves to be out and in the open

[thelycian]

⊹Read all of our pieces on our Substack⊹

⊹Submissions are open⊹

[rennorthernlights]

Mustang Inquiries

A collection of Drabbles from my OC Mustang, that will span over the Call Of Duty universe. One-Shots and Short stories involving our favorite characters. NO PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION OF HER WILL BE SHOWN ONLY THE NAME I’VE GIVEN HER!

Includes Smut, Fluff, Angst, and anything and everything in between. They will be tagged accordingly.

Requests are OPEN

Smut 🌶

Fluff 💞

Angst 💔

In-Between 🪢

As always, READ THE WARNINGS ONCE CLICKING ON A ONE-SHOT OR SHORT. MINORS DNI+18 AND OVER ONLY!! I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YOU CONSUME.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Breaking You In 🌶🪢 | One-Shot

Heatwaves 💞 | One-Shot

———•———•———•———•———•———•———•——

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Maybe I Was Wrong 💔💞 | One-Shot

All Mine 💔🌶 | One-Shot or maybe Short?? Haven’t figured that out yet.

———•———•———•———•———•———•———•——

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish

All Tender For Me 🌶 | One-Shot

———•———•———•———•———•———•———•——

John “Bravo-6” Price

Insanity In Company 🌶 | Mini-Shorts

———•———•———•———•———•———•———•——

[hyperjuice4]

Athena Drakor cannot die. Technically. The 42nd millenium is as embroiled in war as ever, and few in the shadow cast by the Great Rift are as embroiled in it as the chapter master of the Dracoliches. She occupies the front lines of the eternal war that embroils their homeworld of Hades, constantly dying, being reborn, and returning to the thickest part of the unending battle. Her skin has become thick, and scaly. Her throat belches flame at her enemies. Her mind commands the forces of chaos to her will. Her soul is tainted, fighting for control with a demon of war that she has willingly taken upon herself for the sake of more power. The first of the honor guard marched into battle to assist in suppressing her demon. They were blanks, and there were 4 of them. suppressing the warp abilities around them, they assisted in fending off demons, and though their presence weakened their chapter master, they assisted in controlling the unruly demon that had taken up residence in her soul. The second of the honor guard stood strong. Watching their chapter master fall, they knew that only they could hold the line until she inevitably returned. They would hold off the horde until she revived, for that was their duty and their promise to the remaining population of their world. Then, streaking across the sky, propelled by psychic power, the red comet returned, crashing into the enemy line and bringing more soldiers with her. The third of the honor guard relieved the second. They would be sent back to rest, heal, and reload to continue their eternal fight as the third relieved them. The honor guard stood unbreaking. To hold the line, to assist and support their chapter master, and to do everything in their power to ensure that no single enemy breaks their defense and makes it into the final city on the surface of Hades that they still protect.

The tech-marines did not occupy the front line, though many of them thirsted for it. So few of their chapter remained, and they would not receive any reinforcements. Everyone must play their role in their eternal fight, and the tech-marines would ensure that their arms and weapons remained well-stocked. They would also continue to perform their most important duty. Their chapter master emerged from her chambers, freshly reformed after dying on the front lines, and laid down for whatever new mutations would be tested on her. The tech-marines took the scalpel, and the syringe, and began their work. Cutting, injecting, sawing, and changing what Athena was, into what she is now. She stood, donned her armor, and left their labs, returning to her place on the front lines. The marines stormed into battle with their desperate tactics, as their situation was desperate indeed. They would fight and retreat, striking and hiding, aiming to preserve every possible member of their chapter. They belched flame, tore through the warp, and clawed through their archenemy, using the mutations their chapter master had tested to slay every opponent that threatened their charge. Not one life would be lost among the citizens, and barely a few could be afforded to be lost among their order. Perhaps their only good luck was that the enemy knew their resistance couldn't last forever. They were in no rush to send all their most powerful forces. It was an unending tide of warp-demons, the forces of Khorne flowing like blood and feasting on the eternal war fought by the ever-decreasing forces of the Dracoliches.

The citizens shuddered. The sounds of battle echoed eternally at the walls of their city. They were barely self-sufficient, lucky enough that the Dracoliches fortress monastery was on an agricultural world rather than a hive world that would have run dry of resources in days. Every day they saw marines brought into the walls to be healed, as new ones marched out to take their place. Their fear was pervasive, infecting every aspect of their daily lives. But there was hope, and there was faith. They knew that their lives were dire, but they knew that not one demon had crossed the line into their city. They knew that every day more and more marines were brought behind the walls for treatment, but they also knew that every day those marines fought to protect them. Every time that red comet streaked across the sky they knew Athena Drakor was returning to the front lines of battle, to protect what little they still had. None of them fought, they had no imperial guard, but they all helped in their own way. Many learned from the tech-marines, producing weapons and ammunition for the fight. Many farmed, producing food and resources to feed the soldiers. Many mined, day after day carving out any of the necessary metals and minerals they could find in the crust of their planet to fuel the war for their home. They did not know if they would come out the other side alive, but they had hope. Hope that they would keep seeing the red comet, hope that their heroes will keep living on and fighting, hope that one day the sky will break for the forces of the Imperium, and their heroes could finally rest. Athena knew this would be her last battle. She had taken on too much heresy in the name of her duty. She now was the mutant, the witch, and to a degree, the alien that lived within her. She knew this, and she accepted it. She would be locked away somewhere deep, deep, in some hidden vault. She knew they could not kill her, but she knew they would try. She had long accepted this, and was ready for her long, dark, fate.

[dwsepgu]

ehm so i sat in a strangers car haha

[mariocki]

Play for Today: The Cry (BBC, 1984)

"It's best forgotten about."

"You're not gonna be making a complaint?"

"Complaints? We're not making any complaints! We don't want to know about any complaints."

"Complaints against who?"

"Well, the police."

"Who should I complain to about the police?"

"Well, the police, I suppose."

"What good would that do me?"

[fingertipsmp3]

Had THE funniest dream last night

[dreadseareverie]

gen/ooc tag dump.