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Slither Direct Continuation of the holiday canon and sequel to Offering Sorrow In the shadow of the cataclysmic eruption of Yellowstone and the sinking of Cascadia Logan, Glykon and Pals find a little breathing room in the calm before the storm as more of Duncan’s children at long last come home. No Sex, Bigotry, Violence

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Take their aesthetic and go from there. For example, Bob Bob is a necromancer. Fantasy- The man before you clutches a staff made of a spinal column, His robes are black and his jewelry all have bones or skulls he attended by two skeletons one of whom is carrying a silver platter and the other is infront of him protectively Urban Fantasy- This man is unaware of your arrival. His boots are covered in dirt as he toils adding components best left unmentioned as he repairs his skeletal motorcycle from the excavated coffins around him. A despondent moan issues from the coffins as one by one they all uprose. His focus is entirely on his task of repairing his damaged cycle. His chaps and thick black leather jackets makes you think he’s a biker or some sort. He stands up ramrod straight suddenly as his ruby necklace flashes and then he turns. The ruby holding within it a fiery baleful eye. “ You’’ll do nicely.” Cyberpunk- There was crashing on the door as broken servos whirled in futility. “I know you are in there!” You turned frightened as the dead monitors one by flicker on despite being cannibalized for parts. “Do not attempt to adjust your television” The man’s voice snarked. Dead pale hands plunge through the old monitor and clasp the edges of the screen and then something. No! someone came through. A seamless transition of digital to physical. Brilliant white tattoos thrummed with vigor as the man pulled himself free. His skeletal markings pulsing in-time with with your heartbeat. Old jeans ripped and torn expose more of those garishly white bone tattoos. His t-shirt barely showcasing some ancient vintage band “Don’t worry Corpo scum. I’m sure, I’ll find a use for you… One way or another.” Space Fantasy- “Oh thank god.” Came a tired but relieved voice. You stir softly as the cyrogel disperses and is absorbed back into the capsule. You take a moment to look around. This was not the world promised in the brochure. Your capsule slowly opens and the faint stench death assault your lungs. There is a nervous employee with a holographic badge proudly displaying ‘BOB’ With a smiling emoji. “Holy shit, you’re dead!” You gasp in astonishment. “Mostly dead, Also means slightly alive and with the forbidden art the difference in degrees is staunchly important!” You shiver at the corpse, because that’s exactly what he was. Half his face was torn completely off revealing smooth bone and a rictus grin. “Mom always was worried that the cyrogenics capsule wouldn’t work so she fret until I was competent enough to master death. That’s neither here nor there.Right now I need you to vacate to level three if you please!” You look around the generational ship that was deathly quiet. “Where is everyone?” The employee looked agitated. “Okay, brief version and you really need to get to level three. Something hit the ship, everyone on this level is dead except for you… and we’re not alone.” A corpse smashes into your capsule wetly. Midwest/ Antebellum Fantasy- At first you were hesitant about the hired help. Yet, there they were skeletons dutifully holding out your corset, petticoats and even your hoopskirt. The moment you got out of bed and relieved yourself. They diligently helped you into your day clothes with nary a complaint. The dead maybe could be more useful than merely rotting inthe ground. There was a knock at the door and there was your favorite yank. Bob in his dark blues saber and revolver on his hip. You could feel death pulsing off the immaculately groomed pistol. “Time to go Miss!” WW2 – From the constant bombardment, the omnipresence of the artillery and the cries of the wounded and the dying. Winter had come and with it hell itself. They’d understand they all would. You just wanted to visit a random-city in Europe. You look at yourself in the mirror and try to ignore the haggard and haunted look upon your face. Your clothes shredded yet still somehow providing relief from the bitter chill. They all look at you with vacant eyes. You refused to die here… And they were all dead anyway. Just a few more days… Right? Then you could get rations again and then you could stop… You try to rub off the dead blood staining your lips, your cheeks. Tears streamed silently down your reflection and like scavenging wolves they scrambled to hug you. Your emerald ring throbbed and part of you wants to take it off. Death would be quick as you are torn apart yet you don’t. “Just a few more days. Bob!” The dead are not warm and there is no comfort. I look at fashion throughout the ages and try to mix and match. Sometimes it doesn’t work but when it does *chef kiss*

Isn’t there one that kidnaps greedy priests?

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I think I succeeded for the most part

Yep December is just one monthlong holiday =p

Purposely waited till after Thanksgiving. Let people enjoy the holidays before we all get blasted with Xmas music!

First story is up! all lights point to green!

I decided to splurge a bit and so I have two stories. Vampire Gynoids From The Future Sequel to Clucking Doom The Final War is coming for the Global City, tensions rise as the CEO and youngest sister of the Megacorporations goes missing. Her brother finds more than he bargained for. And Slither Direct Continuation of the holiday canon and sequel to Offering Sorrow In the shadow of the cataclysmic eruption of Yellowstone and the sinking of Cascadia Logan, Glykon and Pals find a little breathing room in the calm before the storm as more of Duncan’s children at long last come home.

And like I promised Winter Holiday 2021 is officially open!

Let it be thus!

The weather outside is frightful the horrors inside are delightful And the creatures that come from sideways are from decidedly non-euclidean geometries. Let it snow. Let it snow. Let it S͚͓̰̟̤̥̥̜̠̮̟̝̭͛͌ͮ̐̃̎̊ͥ̂̈́̒ͨ̏n̜̼̯̮̯ͩ͑̄ͨ̈́o̳̲̟̹̝͎͇̬w҉͎̯̠͎͚̩̜̹͕͕̦͍͢ Let us enjoy what remains of this interesting year. Krampusnacht is neigh Winter holidays have come. So sit back relax and enjoy the eggnog and the hot coco. Ignore the horde of snowmen besieging the front door, the rabid elves on the shelves and hatchlings from their decorative bulbs. The holidays are upon us! The rules are thus in our yearly wintry offerings! Tags at the top of the story Holiday theme Original Fiction Oneshot 45k word limitation! As we partake in festivities to usher in the new year! I bid thee all Winter 2021 OPEN! Find it here!

I’ll post the thread the day after thanksgiving

I’ll PM you so you get to see it first! Day Of The Himbo

I’ll host this one too if nobody else will

From Thundercloud on November 02, 2021 Review of Clucking Doom This writing style takes some effort for me to read. There is some very nice imaginary used, but at quite a few places it feels to me like there you only get to see random flashes of the actual action. Like if there is dark and you can only see when the lightning strikes. Makes me feel there are stuff happening between the sentences that you can guess but that is never explicitly told. Berta is doing her best in a body that’s no longer her own. She’s going manual control on a body whose on an instinctual autopilot. Berta didn’t kill her scouts… But is both stupid and the height of overconfidence to lower your guard around a monster. She’s blocking out or reframing what’s she’s experiencing to keep herself sane. She isn’t human… anymore. She couldn’t allow the angel to get any closer than it was because then she’d have to admit to herself that something is wrong. Its talking directly to her soul. She’s afraid of sleep because she’s seeing her body and what it became. Then she flattens a luxury car beneath her true bulk and can’t get into the building since she’s no longer human sized. Etc… The little details tell the story. For instance "She jumped, and Berta frowned" had me totally confused if Berta had jumped or why she would frown. This also follows a sentence with a dance, something that made the junp very unexpected. Its part of that disconnect. A human will knife straight down but a draconic creature that can instinctively fly will glide. The title of the story also left me wondering...anyway, thank you for sharing the story with us. Or rather a cockatrice that subsumed a snakehead species by taking down their tutelary. She doesn’t even know she’s undergoing a metamorphosis or why Sorceress -→ Monster -→ Monster Deity.↩ ⬇️ Berta is mentally here when in reality she’s ↩

From Thundercloud on November 02, 2021 Review of Clucking Doom This writing style takes some effort for me to read. Thank you for the review There is some very nice imaginary used, but at quite a few places it feels to me like there you only get to see random flashes of the actual action. Like if there is dark and you can only see when the lightning strikes. I think I succeeded then. It was roughly what I was going for. Its more of an existential kind of horror. You’re seeing it through only when Berta is in control. Makes me feel there are stuff happening between the sentences that you can guess but that is never explicitly told. That disconnect is intentional For instance "She jumped, and Berta frowned" had me totally confused if Berta had jumped or why she would frown. This also follows a sentence with a dance, something that made the junp very unexpected. The title of the story also left me wondering...anyway, thank you for sharing the story with us. I’ll go more in depth on my personal review thread.