For Writers, By Writers
An Altruist no more, the Puppet of the Idol stares up at the top floor of the tower. The Children, blind and complacent, do not notice the Puppet enter the tower as they undo their work. Everything inside the Puppet screams at them to stop, but how can one refuse…
A lonely man wanders aimlessly through a city in search of something that will give him joy, a feeling he has not experience in years. He faces unique challenges relating to the passage of time, and reminisces about the good times in his past over pineapple sorbet. Will he find whatever he is searching for? More importantly, will it last?
[TW: Death, Suicide Metaphors] The display flashed in red, the hue given to emergency matters. One would think such an alarming display would bring anger, and despair, and terror…. but for all the alarms and blaring speakers, all that was brought was regret. Warning: Oxygen Regenerator Critically Damaged, Please Repair…
The city sprawls outwards atop the Engine, threatened by an eager sea on one side and ulterior motives from within. The remains of a massive heart, deflated and curdling, decorate the tower’s highest floor; a statement to the god of the Church. The night sky is stained by a blinding…
The air grows thick, my chest feels heavy. Beth starts to rise from the floor, slowly spinning. The lights flicker. A gust of wind, then a split second of total darkness. I hear a small thud. I crane my neck to see. I hear a gasp and rush forward.
The Engine writhes to life, opens up one eager eye, focusing it on the sky. The tremors can be felt throughout the city, and cause many of the older sections to collapse. It has been a few centuries since it last awoke, after all. The Engine, an infernal machine, built…
As a rule, you only kill when absolutely necessary. It’d be a shame to waste all that blood, you think. Deep within the lowest layers of central Viedelich, you do not notice immediately when the moon takes its new form. In fact, this change only crosses your mind when a…
The ground beneath you rumbles. Almost all the way up the tower now, the Children of the Sun climb evermore. You and your comrades have been fighting for years, your ancestors for decades, to scale the tower. The Church is scared, you reassure each other, surely they know you are…
