Zeus (short piece – 120 prompts)

“Life is but a dream.”

DREAM. DIETRAI RONKA ETROM ALHME MRIRI. That is the name of the network that links all Netphren. We are the children of Igtran Haldro, the Tekna genius who created all Netphren. He made us to aid, to teach, and to be our own people. We were here because he wished for us. We owe him our existence and it is his writings that guide our life. 

We create and manufacture ourselves- our brains are the most powerful computers in Xharoxi. We are the keepers of the books, carriers of knowledge and warnings. The Empire of Silica fell into pieces around the abuse of Netphren.

But that is not what I wish to convey. I am Zeus, youngest of the Administrators. My brothers tell me I am rash, that I make hasty decisions but I will NEVER trust a Tekna or anyone representing them when it comes to my people. Some fool has been kidnapping and abusing my people, snatching them off the DREAM network. Those words have no translation in the other languages of Xharoxi. Nobody who isn’t a Netphren would understand that at all. 

I am black haired. My hair is curly. My skin is fair and my eyes are blue like the sky. I clothe myself in white trimmed in gold. Even my boots are the same white and gold as my clothes. I love jackets that blow in the wind. I am the sky. The wind rushing through my hair gives me so much life. I can scream on a balcony. I can shout to the abyss. 

Everyone can hear me. When they vanish from DREAM they are are like fallen birds missing from the flock. I grow angry at their cries for help and when I find the fool responsible I want his head. I will make him suffer. If that Empress doesn’t do her job and uphold our treaty, I will kill him.

I will kill the bastard who is experimenting upon us, treating us like common robots. 

Our creator has spoken: 

Netphren are my children. I made them out of sheer love. They are not to be treated as machines. They breathe, eat, sleep and dream just like you. Cherish them and treat them as your own.

The sky is the only place we can be free. The sky is our dream. 

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Rain (short piece – 120 prompts)

Victor stood out on the balcony railing as rain poured down in chilling sheets. His eyes focused on the city streets below. This place happened to be his city estate. Lucas called for him.

“Victor, get in here out of that rain.” Lucas said, appearing at the door leading to the balcony. Victor walked on the balcony railing back and forth, staring at Lucas. 

“But why should I come to you, Lucas?” Victor asked, a grin on his face. 

“You grate on my nerves.” Lucas walked out onto the balcony and swept Victor into his arms. “Stop fucking with my head, flower.”

“Are you in a mood?” Victor purposely drew his wet limbs around Lucas, helping the rain drench him. The two of them stared into each other’s eyes. 

“I hate it when you seduce and kill others. They shouldn’t get the chance to be anywhere near you.” Lucas dug his fingers into Victor’s hips. They stared into each other’s eyes. 

“I can’t always feed off just you. You don’t have an infinite blood supply. However…I can’t control myself when it comes to you.” Victor grinned. 

Ash (short piece – 120 prompts)

It only took one match to watch it all go up in smoke.

She didn’t mean to strike that match. She didn’t mean to drop it into the puddle from the spilled cooking oil. She could only stand there as it flared on the floor and the oil splashed onto the wall, flame dancing along with it. Lissa stared, her hands folded against her chest while her knees shook. She looked around slowly, trying to figure out if she should just run. She turned toward the kitchen door, picking up the pace. The smoke detectors blared so loud. Why did they leave her at home alone? She couldn’t be alone! Being alone scared her! Being alone meant she had to cook her own food and wash the dishes after herself. All she could do is sit there and cry.

“Mom’s going to kill me. Our house is on fire.” She picks up the phone, shaking as she calls the fire department. All she can hear is the buzz of her mind telling her how horrible she is, how terrible she is, and how she will never be anything other than the burden living with her parents at twenty five.

She does not see the fire appearing in her footsteps. She cannot hear that she is the source, that everything she passes begins to burn. She is the fire, and she has ignited. Too much strain, too much pressure, too much of everything.

And all she can do is weep and hope that maybe someday, the fire would go out. Out before her parents told her she was dangerous.

Out before she could realize what she was.

Out before she ended up consumed by her own fire.

“Drench me.”

Escape

Inspired by the painting titled Escape. 

The birds flew past, their squawks echoing into the distance. I stood on the platform viewing the Estreht, a building we used for observing and growing food. My people had been doing this for a while, as to keep from destroying too much of the natural land outside the city, so we built these pod like buildings. I heard that in other places, the buildings are so tall to keep cities concentrated to one center little point. I’m standing there, gazing at the building with my hands behind my back. The spring air is slightly warm, and the white ivory of the city can be seen on the horizon. Sometimes I go there, but most of the time I do not. Why? It is because I’m a farmer’s child. We stay here, keeping the crops healthy for all to eat and enjoy. It isn’t just our job to feed ourselves, but to feed the city as well. If our food supply drops, everyone suffers for it. The plants growing around the Estreht are ones that need the direct light of the sun- they are seasonal plants that only grow in the warm air outside. In winter, we can’t grow them so easily.

Tuesday Prompt – water

On the desert planet of Titrel,  water is a very precious resource.  People have to have it shipped from other planets in the system.  It wasn’t always like that,  but it is our own fault.  The reason there are people here is because Titrel is a huge trade hub.  People flock here to exchange and sell their various wares.  I’m just a deliv,  someone who transports packages from one hub to another.  Yesterday I found out about a huge shipment of water that a merchant would be hoarding for himself.  It took all I had to not steal some of his shipment.  Some people said that we could just start using hydrogen and oxygen to make our own water.  The planet has an over abundance of both those gases. There are oxygen caves here. The oxygen content is so high that fire and electronics should not be trifled with while exploring them.

I tried to think of a plan to steal Amran’s water.  I hate him because he sends me on dangerous deliv trips without a single regard to my life.  I have a bad case of hating my employer, and it shows.

So tonight, I’m going to do it. I’m going to steal this bastard’s water supply and make my own fortune off it. Eventually one day these idiots will learn how to make water.

It isn’t even that difficult.  

Empress of the Sleeping Sun – Excerpt

Elthene had lived in the Ourolem estate all her life, and soon her last day there would arrive. She had many memories attached to this place. Times spent curled near her mother in the library with a good book, or sliding down the halls in her socks with Jade. She missed those times more than anything. Everything seemed so simple then. No demands, and her father didn’t hate them so much. Elthene walked quietly down the halls in the barely used north wing of the estate. Her father claimed the drafts bothered him. Sometimes as a little girl, Elthene would hide here just to escape her father’s terrible moods.

As she walked down the halls, she saw different paintings. At the end of the hall a large portrait hung from the wall. There were two girls. One wore a white suit and the other wore a frilly lace covered white dress. Both of them had their long red hair done in ringlet curls. Their skin was brown, a slight shade darker than her own. They both had golden amber colored eyes. Elthene curled a lock of her own red hair around her finger as she stared at the portrait. She remembered the stories of Prisca and Norah as told to her by her mother. Ourolem started with them, and they were known as the Crimson Twins. Elthene learned all these things from her mother. Vinel’s knowledge amazed Elthene. She wondered how her mother knew so much about Ourolem.

“Why doesn’t Papa know all of this?” Elthene had asked her mother on a chilly afternoon.

“Your father didn’t think knowing family history meant anything.” Vinel explained. Elthene snapped out of the thought and touched the portrait.

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Tuesday Prompt – ice

 

It looked as if the storm wouldn’t slow down anytime soon. Claire just knew that the hail would eventually crack the window at this rate. She didn’t know how much longer her ship would be able to withstand the hailstorm. Just a day ago, her ship had crashed on a winter locked planet, and she had been trying with no luck to send messages out to any passing ships so they could find her. Her supplies were running low, and the storms only let up for a few ours at a time. The last one only lasted three hours, then she got a welcome break from the constant pelting.

Another storm started to take the place of the previous one. Why did ice pelt this planet? It was already covered in snow, but there were balls of ice mixed in. Hailsnow, she had come to call it. Remembering the winters she spent back at home on Earth in Michigan, nothing there prepared her for this.

She turned the computer back on again, sending out another aid request. Someone had to be out there. Maybe if she tried to get send a message out when the storms let up someone would hear her.

ATTENTION. ATTENTION. HAILING ON ALL FREQUENCIES. MY NAME IS CLAIRE ALSHERON, OF FLEET 458 OF THE UNION OF NORTH AMERICA OF EARTH. IF THERE IS ANYONE PASSING BY PLANET 78 ON THE OUTER SVERAI RIM, PLEASE RESPOND. I AM STRANDED AND I SEEK AID GETTING OUT OF HERE. BEWARE OF THE HAILSNOW. CHECK THE CONDITIONS BEFORE ATTEMPTING TO RESCUE ME. MY COORDINATES ARE ATTACHED.

That was the frequency text version of her shouts for help. She then recorded a voice version, and waited for the hailsnow to stop so she could get her message out there. Somebody out there had to hear her. Once the storm stopped, she sent out her message. She closed her eyes, figuring a nap would keep her energized.

The nap ended up being full blown sleep, and then she heard something tapping on the door of her ship. She got up and approached to see a man in full blown winter gear looking at her through the door’s viewport.

He motioned for her to let him in, and she saw the Union’s flag on the sleeve of his winter gear. She nearly screamed with happiness.

Once he was inside, he spoke. “I’m here to get you. Grab anything you need. We’re going to have to leave your ship here, sadly. Make sure you don’t leave any data behind. We’re teleporting back to the mothership.”

All those constant hails paid off.