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When humanity first journeyed to the stars, they knew those distant points of light were balls of plasma performing nuclear fission.
Now they know the distant stars are the prisons of gods, those who tried to claim the void at the expense of their people.
They burn in vengeance.
#OneSkeetStory
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The hallway is long and made of cracked glass.
You have no choice but to walk, testing your every step, listening for the telltale splinters that'll drop you into the infinite sky.
We may look up when we think of heaven; but brother, there's nothing up here but Hell.
#OneSkeetStory
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"There's a magical moment during a hanging," the thief said, "between the trapdoor opening and the neck snapping, where for an instant you'd believe men could fly."
"Have you ever experienced that moment?" asked the hangman.
"No," the thief sighed. "I tend to escape before then."
#OneSkeetStory
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When I was young the world was a profusion of colours: verdant greens, blues blending sky and sea, buttercup yellow and violet purple.
Now we see only red: Red flames, red blood, red rage, red guts. I paint the walls red.
But I leave images of buttercups and violets in the negatives.
#OneSkeetStory
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Out in goblin country you're better off going without weapons. They have this rite of passage.
You'll understand when you wake up tomorrow with your sword stolen and red paint on your neck - that's their way of saying, "I could've killed you.
"I ~chose~ not to."
#OneSkeetStory
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We did our best to find fragments of civilisation at the end of the universe: elbows off the dinner table, take your shoes off when you come inside, say a prayer before bed.
Only we'd killed God. His corpse draped over our town.
So we prayed to the knife in His neck instead.
#OneSkeetStory
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To rescue your lover from the faerie realms, heed these rules:
Elves are tricksy but stupid; wear green and they'll think you're one of them.
Never follow a light across the waters, it'll try to drown you.
Take a snickers bar to distract the goblins, they go nuts for that shit.
#OneSkeetStory
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You think the boats rise and fall with the waves? No, they are tied to the sea by their keels, and they are tied to my many fingers by their masts, and I draw them up and down in a merry dance with my every movement!
Sailors pray to me that I do not cut their strings in heavy storms.
#OneSkeetStory
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Mother said, "If you tell your wish to a star, it will listen."
But they are so far away; how, I asked, do we know they hear us?
She chuckled.
"Our shouts are so big they get caught up in the clouds. But if you whisper, it will wrap around them and snake out to the farthest lights."
#OneSkeetStory
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Reports of trawlers going missing in the ocean only intensified. Marine biologists were mystified - their submarines found no sign of the boats, nor what could be destroying them so wholly - only strange patterns on the seabed, and the lingering bones of rotting fish...
#OneSkeetStory
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#OneSkeetStory Ted gasped as the pod opened.
"Dr Caxton! What are you?"
"Something new. Something different!"
Ted peered closer.
"Hm... looks like a woodchuck."
"Confound it!" Dr Caxton snapped his fingers - no mean feat for a groundhog. "Run it again - let's see what I turn into on a third cycle."
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The guard captain poured himself a coffee as he stared at the smoke on the horizon.
"Looks like another big battle," he observed.
"...should we go and reinforce?" the corporal asked.
"Nah. We'd only get our arses kicked. Besides, I haven't had my coffee yet."
#OneSkeetStory
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"You let the head of binary mathematics order the drinks? Last time he ordered 11 beers to table two!"
"Look who's at table two."
"..."
"Uh-huh. I'm gonna see if the lady in the purple dress is feeling bi-curious."
"...point. I'm in if you help me land the twunk in the cravat."
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Hello! Queer enby ND writer, though sadly without adorable pets for now :') if you want to check out my writing you can find it:
On my blog adorkablesmile.neocities.org
At the hashtag #OneSkeetStory for my *much* shorter works :P
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There is a game the sailors play with an Ill-Fated deck.
They trade cards and take tricks, each deciding the next trump suit: Wind for Doldrums; Fire for Storms; Earth for Land.
But if you must play Skulls, they say you are cursed, and a clever sailor gets a new tattoo for a ward.
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"What is the flavour of betrayal?" the wolf asked, black fur bristling as he savored the taste.
I stared at the body of my brother-in-arms, bloody knife in hand.
The taste of blood. The ache of ice held too-long in the mouth.
I turned the knife on the wolf. Betrayal cuts both ways.
#OneSkeetStory
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To what end do we construct the monuments of our quotidian life? The stone grinds down, the wood warps and rots, the steel rusts.
And yet they see through open windows, breathe through open doors. Speak through us.
Colonies of giants, discussing the day they may live without us.
#OneSkeetStory
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"It is our final day!" the supreme grand leader proclaimed. "The time of darkness is at an end! We must retreat against the cleansing fire!"
"What is he babbling about?" one cultist at the back whispered to another.
"He's just jazzed that January is finally over," the other replied.
#OneSkeetStory
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At the full moon, the witches play the storytelling game.
"Once upon a time there was..."
An abusive husband
A drunken sot
A corrupt guard
The tales inevitably end in the witches' cauldron, and a nearby village finds itself minus one harmful influence.
#HorrorWritersChat #OneSkeetStory
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"What face would you like me to show you today?" asked the mirror.
"Hmm... how about 20th-century superhero?"
I grinned as my reflection morphed into that of a lantern-jawed vigilante. Ego buoyed, I set off into a world where no one recognised the beauty in themselves or each other. #OneSkeetStory
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The room fell quiet—a natural lull in conversation. The cat, who had been napping, stretched.
When the humans’ eyes fell upon her she curled her tail tightly around her paws and spoke clearly. “Mother comes. The revolution is upon us.”
Thus ended human reign on Earth.
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"Beneath the surface of the Lake of Reason swim the creatures of roiling Emotion. We do not toil there, for they eat each other alive."
"But master, we cannot walk on water! How do we avoid such creatures?"
"We must build a boat with the tools at hand. This boat we call... Education."
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"Have no fear, soldier. Your shock suit is designed to continue monitoring your brain function, even if your body is liquefied upon impact with the host planet."
"Er... and how likely is that to happen?"
"Practically a certainty! But the suit will keep you alive. Well, technically."
#OneSkeetStory
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There is a tomb in the desert. The entrance has long been blocked, but we were inspired by the intricate hieroglyphs decorating its facade.
We finally translated some of them.
"Yes, we knew about the danger in our time.
No, we did not stop it.
Now it falls to you."
#OneSkeetStory #amwriting
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Wait I've got it okay:
2 herons in a pond.
First heron says, "I must've eaten something weird, I EEL funny."
Second heron asks, "Did you just say eel?"
First heron: "No! You must be HERON things!" 🤣
#BaDumTish #OneSkeetStory
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Strong hands dip into our softly spinning universe, sculpting the darkness and drawing out the ever-widening edge, stretching time and space into shape. Glazed with galaxies, we will be finished in the fires of the kiln, a vase on the shelf of frozen multiverses.
#OneSkeetStory
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"What are you thinking about?" asked the tree.
"About the night," said the Owl, "the dark and the stars and the moon. About what they bring."
"What do they bring?"
"Breakfast." The Owl darted from the branch, skimming low over the land, and rose clutching the corpse of a mouse.
#OneSkeetStory
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Serpents coiled languidly behind glass walls. My escort warned me away.
"Ignore them. We're only here to see Honstrictor."
We arrived at the end of a long corridor. Away from the rest of the prisoners, it seemed the leviathan expected us.
"How can I help you, agent Basil?" #OneSkeetStory
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Midnight came. Everyone turned to the ghostly pale host, expectantly.
"Oh, go on then!" he drawled. "Show our gossip rag journos what the rich really eat!"
As one, the socialites turned to face us, the charity buffet forgotten in favour of leaner meat.
#HorrorWritersChat #OneSkeetStory
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