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satsui no thankyou
Apr 23, 2011
hey i'd like to give this a go. 4 and 7

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satsui no thankyou
Apr 23, 2011
extreme liberties taken with religious doctrine, read at your own risk

Prompt: HOW RABBI JOSHUA WENT TO PARADISE ALIVE

Paradise Eternal

The Gates of Heaven are filled with the thronging masses of the dead, with poor beleaguered Peter attending to the ever growing congregation. The crowding souls of those departed rubbing and sliding against and past each other for millennia is close enough to the biblical purgatory as to make no difference; and it is a blessing that their consciousnesses are away on Earth, occupying themselves with meaningless, transient lives. Only the most intelligent and insightful of these earthen dreamers gain waking understanding of their plight – and among them, but a scant handful have dared to look backwards, past the flood of souls, to the first Gate. And there they meet eyes with their watchful shepherd Samael, the kindly Angel of Death tasked with retrieving the consciousness of the dreamers when their admittance to Paradise is nigh.

One such crafty young spirit was a great philosopher by the name of Joshua. A kind and noble man afflicted with a curious wasting sickness, he spent his time on Earth in and out of hospitals, barely clinging to life and often comatose. While this state would be a curse for most any human, Joshua was afforded an opportunity almost unique to the history of man. For Joshua could explore the Gates of Heaven to his mind's content, and gain an understanding of the soul unparalleled among humans. And young Joshua resolved that he would live forever, never passing out of Paradise to be reborn and eventually falling back into the great stream of grey dead.

Joshua's sickness wore on, and he knew he had little time left to bring his body to Heaven. One particularly bad day, as he closed his eyes in the hospital bed and opened them to the Gates, he enacted his plan – he would trick Samael into bringing his earthly shell to the Gates. Taking possession of it he would flee into Paradise and live forever, escaping death. So Joshua moved his flickering form back along the stream of dead, past the grey empty souls that craved birth and fluorescent, bulbous spirits engorged on dreams of Earth. The distance was infinite and unreachable, but ancient Samael took notice of the precocious dreamer and in a moment Joshua stood before Death.

Samael's form was two-fold – he was everpresent, and yet always coming and going, performing the monumental task God had set him at the birth of the universe. To witness the contradictory movements of Death was quite disconcerting for human eyes, even dreaming ones, and Joshua trembled slightly as he beheld Samael and the Gate through which the new souls flowed – each one bright and large as they dreamed their first dreams of Earth.

'Why do you come before me?' came the voice of Samael, and Joshua trembled again, this time at the echoing power from the deep hood of the angel.

'Oh Great Samael, I come before you to beg of you a boon.' and with this Joshua threw himself down in supplication.

Never before had the angel been entreated thus, and it pondered momentarily before deciding to hear the request of the rogue spirit. Upon the command of the angel, the words tumbled from Joshua, and he nearly betrayed himself. Only his great mental fortitude prevented him from revealing his designs to the angel.

'Lord Samael, my body on Earth is dying. The pain is unbearable. My dream has become a nightmare, and I long for my admittance to Paradise. But I cannot commit suicide, lest I fall from the Gates and into the grip of Belial and his master Lucifer.'

Here he paused, fearing he had said too much – knowledge of the second stream of life was obscured to most – but forged on, determined to at least attempt his plot.

'Great Samael, please sever the ties to my body completely so that I may complete my journey through the Gates. The life I live is no life at all, and I ask for the gift of Death.'

Here he gambled, for he had only a suspicion that the body and soul had to be fully enmeshed to be severed, but Samael's words relieved him.

'Return your mind to Earth, and I will attend to you when your time comes. You will not dream again afterwards.'

'Lord Samael, I cannot face the pain of return. The medicines of modern man will keep me alive for years longer than is natural and good. Can you not bring my body here, so that you may end my suffering?'

The silence from the angel was interminable. But a faint inclination of the great hood of Death finally signalled acceptance of the request, and floating before Joshua appeared himself. The body was sickly and weak, and upon observation of it he fought a brief moment of revulsion. Reaching out to touch it, he found himself awakening again and opened his eyes. But instead of the hospital he viewed still the infinite gates of Heaven, and looked over to see the angel raising his apocryphal scythe. He quickly cast himself down again and cried out.

'Oh Lord Samael, one last boon!' the scythe halted. 'Before death, I am supposed to see the last Gate, and Peter. Please do not end me here, before the first Gate – I am no stillborn babe, and must wash myself of sin before crossing into Paradise.'

The scythe halted, and Joshua found himself standing before the fabled last Gate, wrought all of ethereal pearl and gold, and Saint Peter towering over him ready to take stock of his sins. But the Gate stood open, and gathering the strength usually saved for last goodbyes he propelled himself through the gate and into Paradise before the scythe could destroy his body. And standing in the garden of life he laughed, and felt himself grow strong, basking in the eternal glow of God. Samael was enraged at this deception, and went before God to complain. But God rebuffed him, saying that escaping death was the right of all humanity and honored Joshua. Peter cared not, for he knew that their was no true sin in the young spirit. And Joshua lived forever, happy and healthy, among the merry host of Paradise, serving God as an angel of good health.

~1k words

satsui no thankyou
Apr 23, 2011
Does that actually matter. did I gently caress up

satsui no thankyou
Apr 23, 2011
I'd like to join again with a phobia chosen for me

satsui no thankyou
Apr 23, 2011

WindmillSlayer posted:

which one is the phobia of good posting :twisted:

WINDY NO

satsui no thankyou
Apr 23, 2011
had family stuff come up so here's my entirely unfinished phobia story at 810 words

Prompt synesgophobia fear of relatives

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The corrugated tin roof could have fried several eggs and the hen that laid them under the midday sun. Hot winds blew red sand through a hastily constructed chickenwire fence that ran dead center between two near-identical houses. In one, a man sips his tea (Tetley's, of course) and looks out the dusty four-pane window towards his brother's house.

His damned brother! The greedy sonofa – here he mentally edited himself with a fearful look towards his mum's old chair – greedy son of an angel. He thumbed the grubby yellow envelope in his hand, wondering whether to open it. It was definitely from one of the wives, but he was pretty sure it had come from his brother's Lucy, and not his. Which meant his brother was undoubtedly over there reading his mail from his wife. The nosy sneak! How dare he!

A tumbleweed blew past, and he sighed. He remembered when this had all been green, and they'd kept sheep for the shearing and hadn't had to drive fifty kilometres just to get a beer.
But the encroaching Australian desert had stolen his land, driven his wife and mother away and left him with a seemingly worthless stretch of hot desert, split in half with his brother (which he thought was unfair, him being the eldest, but he hadn't dared provoke the ire of his mother). He wondered what his father would have said, seeing it come to this. A brief reminiscence decided it probably would have been incomprehensible swearing.

He nearly opened the letter, but if it wasn't from his wife he'd just be giving more ammunition to his brother. Then he tried to think unkind things about his brother's wife, but it was difficult; when they were here, his mother and the two Lucys provided a kind of joint force of womanhood, cooking, cleaning, sewing, shopping and nagging indiscriminately. It troubled him slightly that he sometimes couldn't remember which one was actually his until he went to bed, and half the time his mother invaded the covers anyway, moaning about the cold. And she had the nerve to complain about not having any grandchildren!

It had been a stroke of luck that had enabled him to get rid of his mother, although unfortunately it had meant his wife leaving as well. His land was certainly worthless for farming, but explorative digging had found large amounts of coal beneath his land, and before long the mining companies had been circling like vultures, sending around slimy businessmen, suited sweating lawyers and even one enterprising young woman who'd gotten quite far with her great big white smile hypnotising the brothers until the wives had joined forces to chase her off the land wielding brooms.

They'd finally sold the back plot to the highest bidder, as they hadn't really cared about the 'environmentally friendly' promises of the smaller companies. As far as the brothers were concerned, this environment wasn't friendly to anyone, so why should they be friendly to it? The proceeds had sent his mother and the wives to Sydney, where apparently they were getting on quite well – his wife had apparently learnt Chinese 'out of necessity', which suited him just fine. China bought all the coal didn't it, so if things fell through with the Australian companies maybe she could talk to them for him?

Of course, that didn't matter. today was the day. The solicitor should be here any minute now, talking his legal gabber out of that odd little mouth of his. He'd hired the solicitor, H. L. M. L. Brandy, on the basis that he had a good last name and there wasn't anybody else. He'd originally intended to hire him to represent him against his brother, but his brother had had the same idea, making for a very awkward drive to and from town in their rusty old Holden. The lizardlike little man had proposed that he represent both of them in their dealings with AuCoal, which they'd both reluctantly agreed to. Part of the reason they'd sent their wives to the city was to watch the little lawyer man, but their limited grasp of geography, owing mostly to their education being consistently interrupted by their father shouting at them to 'come and do a man's work', meant their family was in the wrong city.

He wondered what he was going to do with his money. Definitely try to get more out of his hateful brother, that was for sure. But where was he going to live? His wife had talked about a place in the suburbs with buses and trains, but he was hazy on the idea of living near enough people to use the word 'people'. Still, he'd deal with it when it came to it; and the only things left on his land were sheep skulls, scorpions and king browns.

satsui no thankyou
Apr 23, 2011
hit me up

satsui no thankyou
Apr 23, 2011
i'll brawl as well

satsui no thankyou
Apr 23, 2011

SurreptitiousMuffin posted:

That's signups/2000 words closed. You have 1250 words for the next 24 hours.

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satsui no thankyou
Apr 23, 2011
Prompt: Virtue - protecting the weak. 1244 words

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The Chief strode through the airlock and got straight to work. Engines thrummed to life as she skilfully attached the plasma fuel canisters. Beside her two junior engineers took their places in the cramped generator room and clumsily mimicked her movements, with one getting his fingers stuck in the machinery of the black hole generators.

'At least you didn't lose them this time,' She said, her laugh muffled by the shielding mask. There was a scuffed star-shaped sticker above the eye slit, reading '#1 Station Head' and partially covering a deep groove in the mask.

'Like I could!' said the figure hunched in front of the generator. He detached his mechanical hand and grabbed it with his left. The two waited for instruction, their masks shiny, their yellow jumpsuits pristine – a stark contrast to the battered attire she wore.

'Derek, Jean, you two set up the lasers. And for god's sake make sure both chambers are sealed.'
One mistake and entire solar system would be toast. Probably why they were testing it on a rusty old mining platform only half a galaxy from alien territory, she thought bitterly.

The two exited the generator room, and she watched them move around the small white inner chamber through the viewing window, periodically giving them instructions through the wall-mounted intercom. In the middle of the room was a cylindrical sanctum, only accessible with her personal keycode. Soon it would be home to the first black hole engine.

The intercom clicked, but the two juniors were setting up the four focal lasers that would ensure the self-sustaining shield on the black hole sanctum. Which meant it was from outside.

'Hey, Jude. Begin.' Came an unwelcome voice through the intercom.

'What is it, Mateus?' She asked the man. She could see the sleazy station security head through the two-way intercom. He was flanked by two red-clad security goons, their flak jackets concealing stun batons and ID locked stunguns. The security chief himself wore a red beret concealing the front half of his short green mohawk. His purple beard was shaking with laughter.

'C'mon, Jude, don't be like that. Me and the boys want to see humanity's great achievement.'
He paused.
'Don't make me force my way in.'
He could if he wanted, she knew it – If he ordered the station AI to open the door, only the captain could countermand it.

'You yourself said nobody enters the chamber until it's fully operational. What happened to security procedures?'

'I am security procedures. Who knows, some alien could try and take you out. And we wouldn't want that, would we?'

She was glad he couldn't see her face. Shuddering, she put her hand up to the groove in the mask. As much as she hated the man, she owed him her life – she could at least let him be present at such an important moment in human history.

Watching the cameras as she keyed open the generator room airlock, She could see his earpiece blinking. She could only hear static, the inner shell blocking the transmission. Whatever it was, it was amusing Mateus greatly.

Mateus and his escort stepped into the generator room with the junior engineers. At least they deserve it, she thought. The two had arrived fresh as green grass, and they'd worked their asses off till they almost resembled station engineers.

'I'm starting the final cycles now. Five minutes, and that'll be it. Pull up a generator, watch the laser light show.'
Mateus was leaning on the intercom, playing with it's buttons. He flicked it to internal transmission only and started singing into it. It caught her off guard, and she laughed a little.

'Alright, Jude. I'm going in!' He said, waltzing out of the airlock before she could say a word and going over to the inner chamber lock, commanding the AI to open it. She was stunned. Then she was furious. She rushed out of the generator chamber herself, and made it to the door with the two worried security goons behind her before she stopped and registered the new voice in her ear.

'Chief Engineer. Jude. Anybody in Engineering Hub. Come in.' It was the Captain, coming over the heads channel. He sounded frighteningly sober. 'If anyone is left in the Engineering Hub, this is a recording. Mateus is dead. Do not trust him. He's prying open the airlock with just his hands...he's a monster. Do not let him near the black hole engine.'

The thing with Mateus' face had turned back to look through the airlock, and for the second time she was glad it couldn't see her face. The smile was inhuman now, reaching almost to the ears. It had brought it's hands up in a conciliatory gesture, palms facing outward and a slight shrug as if to indicate you got me, game's over. It knew.

One of the goons was approaching it warily. They knew something was wrong.
'Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to come out. You know, protocols. You made them?' He sounded plaintive. Why wasn't she saying anything? The thing raised it's hands above it's head, like it was giving up.

'SHAPESHIFTER!' she screamed, and as the guard turned to look back at her, great talons burst out of the alien's fingers.

One swipe took off the face of the first guard. To the credit of the other, he didn't hesitate; dropping to one knee he started firing stungun bursts, but the thing was fast and took cover behind a laser emplacement.

The guard and her stood to either side of the airlock, and she saw the guard peek his head in. It came back screaming, covered in a green slime. There was a hissing sound as the acid ate away at his face and then his hands as he clawed at his dissolving skull.

She vomited inside her mask.

'Heyyyy, Jude. Don't make it bad,' came the mocking, multi-harmonic voice. She risked a peek of her own and was rewarded with acid spit, but it slid harmlessly off her shielding mask and hit the floor. She could hear the final cycle of the black hole generators begin to spin up, and knew it was too late to stop the engine.

'AI, scan Black Hole Chamber One. Close and bolt door,' she said, before stepping through.
A harsh buzz from the closing airlock informed her that no matter what, the alien wasn't getting out either.

'Hey, Jude. Come to stop me? Why don't you let your hair down,' said the alien from the back of the room, behind it's cover. The huge lasers were active now, making the room nearly impossible to traverse.

'We're both dead anyway, honey. Once I dismantle these lasers, no human will be able to travel through this arm of the galaxy – our little border tiffs, all gone. Can't have vermin in the home now, can we?' It's mouth now fully split it's head.

The thing had all of Mateus' taunting personality as it approached her. Only one laser separated it from her, and it had to crawl under it as she stood by the inner sanctum, listening to the power grow inside it. The alien looked up at her from the ground.

She could see Derek and Jean cowering in the generator room. The thing on the floor was looking up at her. It almost looked like Mateus again.

'Hey, Jude. Don't be afraid.'

She opened the sanctum door.

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