Prompt: An elf boy and his fairy boyfriend are abducted by aliens.
The leaves of the the shy shoot plant were supposed to be excellent cover. It was a magical bit of flora, utterly invisible to human beings and their mechanical lenses, but still solid enough to hide anything under it. All sorts of magical tribes had relied on the tree to act as either neutral ground in times of conflict or safe bunkers for secret keeping. Continue reading
Prompt: A poet pixie has to use her writing to save the world, but she only speaks in haiku.
It was the darkest place she’d ever been, and it wasn’t until that point that she truly understood what darkness was. Before, up in the forests, it was just like the weather, coming and going and never taking up all the air. There was always something to break it up: fireflies, the moon, the stars, the distant glow of human villages… Continue reading
Author’s Note: This was written live on stream, with the tone being determined by the numbers under minesweeper tiles. The audience could bid tokens earned in stream to reveal random tiles. A mine hit results in the death of all characters, unless they are temporarily saved by a lump sum of tokens. If characters make it to the end of the stream, they survive to be seen another day. Join us at twitch.tv/blainearcade if you wish to participate.
1-peace 2-alert 3-maintain 4-escalation 5-action 6-tragedy
A world lies in ruin, its debris drifting on a bottomless sea. Its remaining people, from all places and periods, have one chance of survival. One world will take them, but they must make the journey on their own. Between the two lies the minefield: a vast varied expanse of debris both magical and scientific. Salvation is on the other side.
Three figures emerge from the fog of their sputtering world: BPR-7, Chelsea who must ride, and the red huntress. They see the minefield before them, knowing little, and walk forward. Continue reading
Grandma’s basement is full of jarred and preserved magical creatures! That’s how her cooking was always so scrumptious. When she passed away she probably should have put a warning label on one jar in particular, the one with the smart-looking little caterpillar that loves to eat words…
(reading time: 1 hour, 10 minutes)
Bookworm
There came a time when knowledge turned invisible and raced across the globe. It ran to those who searched for it and was displayed almost offensively. It was called the internet.
Deep under a house, blankets of dust, like permanent foggy twilight, obscured a glass jar. The shadow inside wanted out so badly that it tackled the side and cracked the glass. It wanted out because it sensed, no, smelled, the knowledge flying in the air. The internet called to it like a cartoon pie’s scent trail that tickled everyone’s noses. That one crack… was its last bit of energy. It was too dry now. It shrank, it shriveled, it cracked, and, finally, it fell into a death-like sleep. Not death though, for the jar had no expiration date. Continue reading
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