forum In Honor of Those Little Scenes

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World burning, storms of ashes falling from the sky in a macabre imitation of snow that used to grace these lands. Buildings crumbling and decrepit, charred, vines creeping along outer edges. Looking up, the Traveller sees a cloaked figure, standing, watching over the remains of a once great city. Stepping closer to them, the Traveller speaks with a voice filled with curiosity, words breaking the fragile silence.
"Do you know what has happened here?"
Hoarse, the Stranger's voice is long disused, and every word falls slowly, a stone from his lips to clatter with all of the others said long ago.
"I do." Perhaps it takes an age for him to speak again, perhaps only moments, time is a fickle thing in places such as these. "I also know those that did it. They never meant for their crimes to become monumental."
A grim smile, something dark, full of past regrets and memories best forgotten, seeming to tell a tale all its own.
"They were going to change the world with their ideas." Softer now, his voice a melodious balm on the wounds of a broken world. "But the world has never been kind to challengers, to those that would change how things were done."
Tentative, the Traveller looks at him, heart aching with the weight of the Stranger's pain. "How do you know?"
A breathy sort of laugh escapes him, and his blue eyes shine with guilt. When he speaks, his words waver, voice low and dripping with sadness and self-hatred. "Because I was one of them. Once. A very long time ago. Back when snow still fell. I don't believe that you will have ever seen snow. And now? Now I am the only one left, my family having succumbed to the madness that lurks behind every new ideal." He shrugs, tattered cloak shifting with him.
Sadly, the Traveller looks at him again, and turns to leave. They can do nothing for him now, and it is clear that he has nothing else to say.
The Traveller walks along, leaving a broken soul, company to a broken man behind them. As their footsteps fade, the Stranger smoothes out an old photograph, tear stained faces quickly drowning once again. Amidst all of this, the world is still, and the Traveller knows that nothing more awaits them here.

@altogether_quite_impossible_to_describe
I love the dramatic-ness of your snippet! Pretty edgy, super fun to read.

@The-Moral-Ambiguity-of-Metaphors & @ColorMeToxic , that was freaking deeeep for both of the characters, I love the emotional range + how you described the panic attack without flat put saying "he had a panic attack" I love it!

@Ca1iCa1–Is–Tired
I absolutely adore your vocabulary. I really liked how you used present-tense, it really immerses the reader. Very interesting!

yOu gUYs aRE sO AmAziNgGgggGg, I can't not compliment you, lol.

Oof that's some mediocre writing right there

Idk Amber. That could use some polish sure. But there was some power in there as well. Good stuff.

“So, is this the place?” She would ask me. I glance at her. It was odd, referring to ‘her’ as a..female. But at the same time, it felt right.

I nod. “I used to come here. A lot; not by choice, just by orders. But that gave me time to study.” I lean forwards from the bush we were crouched in, pointing towards the gate. “Trucks routinely cross through there. A small… person could fit under there. They could go right under the radar.”

“But that means,” she turned towards me, “you’ll have to stay back.” It was not a question.

“Correct. But you said you wanted to free your people?” I asked her.

She stayed silent, but nodded. “Then go. Free them; I’ll continue the plan.”

She stood, then stopped, turning back to me. “Promise me,” I halted, “promise me we’ll live through this. Together.”

I stayed silent, then replied, as I walked away. “I promise you.”

It was a shame, that I seemed to never be able to keep my promises.

I snapped back to reality, avoiding the shattering of glass above my head. While my armour would’ve defended me from it, I did not want to take risks. I covered myself as I darted behind a shelf.

“Come out!” It screeched. I moved constantly, but that was the error in my part. It picked me up on its sensors almost immediately. I heard the thunder of its feet; metal claws echoing on the cold ground. I was out in the open, face to face with this thing.

What stood in front of me was no human. It was no woman.

It was a monster.

In my time in the prison, my interactions seemed to revolve around my blackouts that I had. The results of the damage I had acquired from being shot repeatedly, over a course of only a few hours. I was surprised my systems had not shut down yet completely.

When these blackouts happened, I faded away. And woke up, in a grey room. I remember humans telling me about dreams.

”What is a dream? Do you dream?” I asked the question to them, long ago.

”A dream, is where a person finds an escape to a world. Sometimes dreams are good. Other times they can be scary. But there’s a lot of grey in a dream. Parts we don’t just understand yet.”

“..do they..mean something?”

“Sometimes. Some people believe that your dreams are a sign. Other times, some people see dreams as a way of contacting.”

I did not dream. I was not programmed to. Yet this grey room was a new world to me. My first few visits to the grey room were..empty. Boring, almost. But one day, I told myself to look around. And I did. A table, a grey table. Everything was grey. But one day, there was a door. A door, which opened, and several creatures exited. They were like humans, almost. But they were not. They were completely grey. They just observed me, despite having featureless faces. No eyes, no mouth, no nothing.
I called them the grey men, after a while. Each time I returned, they were there. Shy at first, but soon, they started growing more active. Getting closer to me.

“I suppose none of you talk?” I asked. I turned away. “Guess not. None of you have mouths, after all.” But one day, they did. They spoke.

“We can,” I heard one of them. “Speak, thanks to you.”

I took a moment to process what they had just done. “Thanks to me?” I asked, bewildered.

“Yes.”

Thanks to me.

This world was..no, this dream? It was mine. Thanks to me, I had given these beings ability to talk. And soon, ability to see. And create, and think freely. And colour returned, and the room was no longer grey.

And one day, it all just vanished. I could no longer access the grey men anymore. Were they a lie? Just a part of my program?

I never figured out the answer.

Oof that's some mediocre writing right there

Idk Amber. That could use some polish sure. But there was some power in there as well. Good stuff.

Thanks! Much appreciated

It was a gaze that spoke of loss, of love, of memories shared and retrieved. Of life. The trace of her touch, the ghost of her smile, the black and white tracks of her long-forgotten voice. The colours she had brought with her into my life, from the start, until the finish.

Time had stolen my vision of her. The soft auburn curls gathered on the top of her head, the curve of her cheek bone, her fragile, pale figure, the slight shadows cast across her jaw when she closed her eyes, the crooked smile, the shine of her blue eyes, the faint yet permanent mark on the bridge of her nose, put there by the ridiculous glasses she had once sported. All these details I had once cherished, slipping away from me a little bit more each day I had tried so desperately to hold onto them.

Now I had her back, and all the stories told, the laughs shared, the fears admitted were closing in, forming a barrier separating us from the world. She stood here in front of me, the pitcher slipping from her hand, shattering on the cobblestone path. My Lili. My love.

She took a tentative step forward. I followed. She was close enough to touch.

“Nathan.” It was one word, barely a whisper, quickly swept away with the wind and accumulated years of missing the girl who was now in front of me, repeating the one word I had, for so long, hated above all else.

I reached forward, my hand grazing her cheek. She carefully cupped my hand to her face, laughing gently. She wiped away the droplets of rain crawling down my cheek, mingling with my tears, and I tucked behind her ear the strand of hair fluttering in the breeze. The sun had dipped below the mountains, and the surrounding world of shadows framing her face and invading the sky washed away, leaving nothing but us, Lili and Nathan, desperately clutching at a long-lost love, feeling, for the first time in four years, nothing but joy.

w o a h

I've had that one for a while, it's been polished

Here’s mine,:

The wind was nearly as breathtaking as the city below. It blew through Lighter’s messy curls sending a shiver of delight through his body as he took his spot at the edge of the building.

The beauty of the world below him was so fragile. He was so fragile. All it would take was a single step forwards. One step into the air.

Then he’d be free. Free from all ithe pain. No one would miss him. Not a single soul.

And yet here he was struggling to take that step. He feared death. He feared his freedom. There had to be a reason he was kept so highly hated. Would he be too dangerous for society to accept? Would he end up some damaging leader?

He didn’t know. It was better this way. It was all better if he was out of the picture. He didn’t need to be careful. He didn’t want to live.

His foot slid into the air, the other following soon after. He was falling. Falling slowly. His brain flashed picture after picture to him. Showing him his mother’s smiling face. Showing him his father’s abusive state. Showing him the end.

The pain was minimal. He felt almost nothing. Wait… he didn’t feel any pain. He didn’t feel a release. His eyes flickered open and there he was, standing on the edge, one foot hanging over the ledge.

Marcus Teague was not ready to kill himself.

~m a j e s t i c~

Marrrcyyyyyyyy

Marrrcyyyyyyyy

Eeeyyyy you gots it
But it’s when he’s more depressed and less gay

Marrrcyyyyyyyy

Eeeyyyy you gots it
But it’s when he’s more depressed and less gay

I know lol

Is it weird that I'm inspired to give something up I wrote about Zacky?

Marrrcyyyyyyyy

Eeeyyyy you gots it
But it’s when he’s more depressed and less gay

I know lol

Is it weird that I'm inspired to give something up I wrote about Zacky?

Nah cuz Zacky goes with Marcy

Marrrcyyyyyyyy

Eeeyyyy you gots it
But it’s when he’s more depressed and less gay

I know lol

Is it weird that I'm inspired to give something up I wrote about Zacky?

Nah cuz Zacky goes with Marcy

.D.

Yis ima write Zacky

Eventually

I've come upon the revelation that most of this is a magical thing called "Flash Fiction"… I've just now come across this.

Yup.

She reached up with a pained gasp, gesturing for her son to sit down. "Look at me, Tole," she ordered breathily. "Look at me."
He avoided her gaze and, grabbing his face, she made him look at her. "I need you to promise me. Promise me, please, that no one will get between you and that boy." Anatole's mouth fell open in surprise. "You love him and he loves you," she continued urgently. "That is all should matter and don't let anyone tell you something else. Defend him until the end and he will do the same for you. Is he worth it?" she asked sadly.
Anatole, stunned into silence, simply nodded. She hit his chest with the palm of her hand. "Good. Love him, and forgive the world for how they will treat you, especially your father. They will be cruel, and they will hurt you, but if you love and you forgive you will both get through it." She paused, tearing up. "Together."
She fell back into the pillows, a coughing fit wracking her frail frame. "Now. Say your goodbyes and go to him. Relay my words; he isn't as strong as you are and he needs to understand that he needs to stay with you if either of you are going to survive."
Now, Anatole was crying. He leaned closer to his mother, taking her bony hand in his. "Thank you, Matryoshka. I'm sorry for e–"
"No. Don't apologize," she told him firmly. "Never apologize for love."
Anatole pulled back, nodding. "Goodbye."
The woman died an hour later, just as her son and his love fled Moscow.

(woooooooooooooooooooh more bad writing that needed to be shared to the world)

I was starting to worry while we walked through the woods. Anxieties built up in my mind- What if they find us? What if we don't make it in time? What if the others leave without us? Cassian walked steadily a few feet in front me. He had a calm manner about him, always reminding me not to worry. I liked having him around, especially when I was freaking out. He was truly a comfort. I analyzed his steps over the various sticks and logs so that I could copy his footsteps. I noticed the rhythmic process he used to make his way downhill. It calmed me to know he knew just where to step, and just where we were going.
Zoom
A sound like wind pierced through the air just next to my ear. I turned to find the source. There was a tall man dressed in black holding a gun. I stumbled back at the sight, but I realized he wasn't aiming for us. He looked me dead in the eye- even though he had to be at least 30 feet away, I could feel his gaze- and positioned the gun towards the roof of his mouth. I breathed in a little gasp, but it was covered by the muffled bang quickly after. The man dropped dead.
"Cassian, did you see that?" I turned to face him, but he was facing away from me. He had stopped dead in his tracks, just staring off.
"Cassian?" I asked. He just stared straight ahead, perfectly silent. I felt panic rising.
"Cassian, look at me!" I begged. He looked down towards his shirt then slowly turned his torso towards me, shaking violently. Red was staining his white shirt under the gray jacket he always wore. I watched the blood seep out slowly, shocked. We stood there, a small distance apart, in the heavy quiet for a long time. It was the first time I found any kind of distraught emotion on his face. He looked at me with what looked like guilt and sorrow.
"You-" Cassian coughed, but tried to continue talking. "You just keep going this way, then cross the river. Once you do that, if you head a little east, you'll find a cliff wall-" He stumbled a little towards me with his eyes getting heavy.
"Cass.." I shook my head, but he continued.
"There's gonna be scouts watching for you, OK?" his breath was raspy and I noticed warm tears lining my cheeks. "You don't need to be scared when they ask you questions, they'll take you in…" He started falling forwards so I reached out and caught him. I was starting to bawl, and God knows I was too weak to hold him, so we sank to the ground slowly. "They'll take you in, just tell them I sent you.."
I got out a few words in between cries. "No, shut up. You'll be fine," my voice cracked.
"Zay-" he was crying now too, but he bit his lip and managed a smile for me. "I'm not coming with you this time. I'm sorry, I'm so-" He coughed and shook as he lay in my lap while I sat on the cold forest floor. I held his head close to my stomach and tried keeping pressure on his wound, but it wouldn't make any difference. He started to mumble something, but I couldn't make out what.
"Don't be sorry, just don't-" I cried
His shaking slowed and mumbling got quieter.
"No, no, no!" I was going into hysterics, not knowing what to do. "No, please, don't! Just stay! God, please, don't go!"

I held him for a long time that day, even after he stopped shaking. Probably hours, just crying, with blood stained hands, holding a corpse that used to be my comfort.

The steel sky loomed high and threatening overhead. A rough wind blew from the coast and you could just feel the tang of the sea in the air.
Alice stumbled along the river, hands in her pockets. It was raining hard, and you couldn’t see further than 5 metres. The sweet smell of damp earth wafted through the air, soothing all the sullen souls roaming these streets by night. All but hers.
She stepped into a deep puddle. Her boot soaked through. She kept walking. Where was she going? She had no idea– all she wanted was to get away. She let the hammering, repetitive sound of the raindrops numb her thoughts and let the penetrating, wet cold numb her pain, and let the forces of nature take her away.
She was headed for the park without even knowing it. Of course, that would be her first instinct: so many firsts had occurred in the innocent surroundings of this child paradise. His first steps, his first laugh, his first soccer goal. She stood still, staring blankly at the deserted play area. Her tears rose to the surface, mingling with the rain. She wept, silent, still, suffering.
The sun was beginning to set. She hadn’t moved, and the tears still flowed freely. She kept trying to stop them and kept breaking further. Her tired legs trembled and caved, and she fell to her knees on the muddy ground. This time, a terrible keening accompanied the crying. She sobbed uncontrollably, chest heaving, images flashing before her eyes: his eyes fluttering shut, his toddler’s hand going limp in hers, the nurses rushing in and dragging her out, the consistent beeping of the machine… the line going flat. The cold rush of shock, the deafening realization, the screaming. She curled up on the cement.
It was irreparable, this grief. It was too big, too overwhelming, too constant for the mind to even comprehend. It was ever-growing, for nothing could replace a loss of this kind. Nothing ever would. This piece of her so suddenly torn away from her, this four-year-old wonder she had brought into the world, had vanished in a heartbeat. And there was no heartbeat anymore, only the rain, and the cold, and the wet, and the broken mother mourning her deceased son.
Passers-by didn’t stop to wonder why this woman was crying. What did it matter? They didn’t know her. She was probably crazy. And so they kept walking, and life went on, and his ended, and hers came to a stop.

OH MY GOSH everything about that is sooooooooo just….. beautiful and amazing. You set up the scene so well. I didn't see it coming at all, which added that much more drama to your writing- you really captured what grief looks like as well. Gosh, I loved that! JUST SO FREAKING AMAZING.

Thank you! A rare piece of writing I'm actually proud of :')

"And so they kept walking, and life went on, and his ended, and hers came to a stop."

Okie-dokie I'm going to start following this chat now! That's right there is a beautiful piece of writing.

Thank you I'm grinning like an idiot???????????

Bruh I want to know what happened? Like? Please? Amazing hook man, your writing never ceases to impress.

Dammit thanks :D

Talons tapped the metal surface as Rzyqul not-so-patiently awaited the return of his subordinates. Despite being well past a billion years of age, one could consider the shapeshifter to be rather childish. Finally, with a swoosh, the first one arrived, Vidi. Vidi was perhaps calmer than Rzyqul, not one shifter had seen them get angry - ever. Speaking of Shifters, allow me to explain them. Shifters live forever - as long as time continues, or unless they are killed. Even then, the essence of a Shifter can be stored in an object, usually a weapon or a gem, though other alternatives have been used. Shifters generally tend to shapeshift into a variety of forms, yet only a few such as Rzyqul carry the ability to shapeshift into nearly all beings in the universe. Vidi was only capable of becoming around 15 at the most, as far as anyone was concerned. Even then, Shifters were considered a deadly and selfish species, almost demonic. However, they all responded directly to their local Eldritch Creature. I’m being serious about the local part.
Foot tapping the ground, Rzy stood up to his height of around 9 feet - in this form, at least. He brought up his wings to brush his feathers back, large blue eyes closing and opening, before his cat like pupils honed in on Vidi.
“Vidi,” he spoke. “Where are the others?”
“They are still scattered across various arms of the Galaxy, sir.” Vidi responded, moving over in a slight bow for respect and also to avoid getting decapitated. While Shifters could survive several months without a head, it was a rather unpleasant experience. It was done to those showing lack of respect. “I do believe we lost Everis to Vryllost, though.”
“Everis was always too cautious. Which probably got him killed, I presume?”
No, but they knew better than to answer that. “Yes,” Vidi falsely agreed. Their white pupils looked to the floor, Rzy pacing in front.
Rzy paused. “I do believe we are due a visit.”
“Sir?”
“Planet Earth, Vidi. We- no, I last visited it several million years ago. I would like to view if it is still..alive.”
Vidi watched Rzy lift his wing, a signal for Vidi to get up. Their forked tail kept lowered to the ground, they stood up, and watched.
“I will be going by myself. You are to gather the rest, and find me once everyone is accounted for. Do you understand?”
“Yes sir.”
“Good.”
As Rzy left with a bright blue flash, Vidi went to find the others in a map of the Galaxy. However, before that, they were hit by a pain unlike any other. Their vision blurred, and the world ringed nonstop. And then, it cleared, though it was still clouded in vision.
”Hail the Red Mountain. Hail the Red Mountain.”
The Red Mountain?
It all ended after that. But Vidi had no time to stop and think. They had orders.
But still. Who is this.. Red Mountain?