[Cheeb]

name:
prompt:

marking!! :'0

[Glitchatopia]

name: Genevieve
Prompt:
A soft breeze dances through the grass. The sun above shines, hot, sweat sticking to your skin like it's desperate not to leave you.
You push forward, the knowledge your mother told you lingering in the back of your mind. You think for a moment to worry, about ticks or snakes or something much worse lurking in the clearing, but there is a hush in the air. The birds and cicadas have stopped their songs, and you know that nothing would dare disrupt you here.

You breathe in, the air thick with cottonweed, and find your pace slowing. You pause, just for a moment, and hear a rustling before you.

An orange creature leaps out of the trees, her fur light and feathery, two green, fairy-like wings sprouting from her back. She flaps them, just once, then tilts her head. A strange curiosity lingers in her eyes, silent words drifting across the wind to reach you.

What have you come for?

You bow, almost on instinct, averting your gaze and jamming your hand in your pocket. You hadn’t been convinced your mother was right, but now it was painfully clear she was, and you feared angering the spirit before you.

A melodic laugh wafts up from in front of you, and your face flushes. It was as if the creature could see right through you, hear your thoughts. You snap your head up, look into her gentle green eyes, and hold out what your brought her-- a small, rusted key.

What does this open? she asks. You look away as she approaches, pushing her cold nose against it in your hands. Keys were all she accepted, you were told, but had no clue as to why.

“The- the door to my shed,” you say. “It’s old, but I promise it works. I used it just last night.”

I believe you, she takes it in her teeth. I have never been given a key to a shed. What wonders do you keep inside?


“Not- not much,” you wince as those words leave your mouth. “Just- tools, and some of my dad’s art supplies.”

She nods. And what do you wish?

You bite your tongue, never expecting to get this far, and dig through your mind for your rehearsed lines. They have all but left you, at this point, and now you struggle to bring them back.

“What I wanted…” you trail off, allowing your gaze to drift back to the creature. “What I wish for is to not have to do my homework tonight.”

Again, she laughs, then nods her head.

So it shall be.

She disappears into the woods.

Nothing shifts. No light nor spell nor colors appear, but as you skip home you’re certain it worked.

You sneak into the back of your house, up your stairs, and find the math homework you had run out of the house to avoid sitting on your desk.

And, to your delight, it is completely finished.

[L.V.L]

Name: šumovit kraj | Woodland
Prompt: 424 words

----------I spend most of my days in the forest, where trailing sunlight through the green and it sings when it's left along. My name is Woodland, though few speak it aloud. Most just call me "The Wish-Giver" Today, it feels different, a stillness but not danger. Someone was coming. I turn toward the sound, ears flicking and I spot him stepping through the bushes. A Fable - tall, with storm-grey fur and stone-blue horns curling like river bends. His mane smells of wild rivers and distant mountains. He looks like he doesn't believe in wishes.
----------"What brings you to my glade?" I ask, voice calm.
----------He pauses, uncertain, then finally says, "My wings are fading. The feathers fall every night and I cannot fly. Not like I used to. I ... I don't know what is happening."
----------I tilt my head, watching the heaviness in his shoulders. He doesn't meet my gaze - pride clings to him. I step closer, green wings rustling. "You want me to fix it?"
----------He doesn't nod, but he doesn't say no either.
----------"I can," I say, my voice is quiet and gentle. "But magic doesn't come without a price."
----------He stiffens, "What sort of price?"
----------I circle him once, brushing past the curve of his legs, then lift my eyes to his. "Not gold. Not favors. Just ..."
----------He blinks. "No."
----------I nod. "Yes. One that aches inside you."
----------He hesitates. For a moment, I think he'll leave. But then he speaks, "When I was younger, I let my brother fall. We were flyingg, racing. He trusted me. I looked away for a moment - just a moment. And he .. he never flew again. I told everyone it was the wind. It had to be done."
----------The glade stills. The forest holds its breath.
----------"Thank you." I whisper and light blooms from my chest, drifting between us like dust caught in sunlight. I touch his wing with my nose. It shimmers and when he lifts it, the feathers no longer fall. He stars at them in disbelief.
----------"I .. feel whole again."
----------I smile, but it's tired. "Good."
----------He looks at me like he wants to ask why I wanted that. Why I looked a little dimmer than before. Be he doesn't. He turns and walks away, wings strong again.
----------And I stay, still and quiet, as another truth settles into my bones. That's the thing about granting wishes. They always cost something. And me? I collect secrets like fallen leaves. Because they are the only thing in the world most powerful than magic.

[TheSongOfTheStars]

name: Eos
Prompt: 486 words
"I don't think you're real. Just for the record."

"Then what do you think I am?"

Titan shook his head, "A dream? An illusion of the Hum? Some- something in my head that I made up because of the loneliness. I've heard of that happening."

"Does matter, if I'm real or not?'

"I'd prefer to not go crazy. If possible."

She hummed softly, "What if I told you I can grant wishes."

"That would in fact, not reassure me very much."

"Only small wishes."

"Of course."

A pause.

"Are you going to make a wish?"

"What do you want me to wish for?" Titan replied tersely, "That time could be undone and the dead raised from the ground and the catastrophe be undone? That the trees begin to flower and bear fruit again? There's a hundred things I wish for every single day, none of them can come true."

"I would grant it all if I could," Eos said, quietly, "But I can only grant small things and only under the right conditions."

Titan looked at her askance, "What are the conditions?"

"It depends on the wish."

He sighed and went quiet again for a while.

"Hope," he said finally, "I need hope. I cannot give up but I don't think its in my hands anymore. I can't keep going on like this. I need hope."

"Ah," she inclined her head, "Now that I may be able to help with."

He gave her a doubtful look but she merely smiled in return.

"Take the road down to the sea. Along the way you will find a withered oak with three leaves still clinging to a twig. Take them and carry them down to the water. Then as the sun rises and the breeze blows, let the leaves fly into the air. At dawn you will find hope again."

"Fine," Titan said, "I will try."

And so he went from Eos' side, down the road towards the sea. As she had said there was an oak and there were the three leaves. Dead and so brittle he had to take care picking them, lest they crumble to dust at his touch.

And then he went to the shore and waited for dawn.

Waited for hours, waited for longer than he felt he ought've, until he almost believed it would never come again and it would only ever be him and the ceaseless sound of the waves.

But, finally the sun tinted the horizon the color of a summer rose and Titan let the dead leaves fly into the wind.

No sooner then they'd left his hand then the cry of a bird filled the air. An albatross. Birds that weathered storms and circled the ocean without tiring.

Something alive. Something real. Something that had survived alongside Titan.

He wasn't as alone as he had thought.

Something warm swelled in his chest and he realized it was hope.

[certified]

name: Panna (meaning "grace; emerald, leaf" in Hindi)
Prompt:
-snip-

Conga rats! I loved that it’s as simple as asking. This was super cute and totally a different take on the prompt


I will be awarding 1 ticket 🎟️ to the following;

- oceanfosh: I really loved that idea of telling stories using all of the senses. Describing it in a way so she could have the imagery perfectly in her head.

- ylesia: this just simply had me cackling. All the carrots of the rainbow😂

- ChxosAngxl: “ Yes, but first you must balance a potato on your head and serenade the oldest oak with a love song for moss.” sent me to the high heavens. This is now going to be a phrase in my day to day. This had me rolling.

- L.V.L: this hit something within me. I had a similar idea for one of my fables! Not secrets, but memories to be preserved. This was so beautiful to read!

- TheSongOfTheStars: this hit something in me. Maybe cause I’ve been in a position where I prayed to whatever was out there for some sign of hope. Something to cling onto. But this was so bittersweet to read.

[L.V.L]

Congratulations Hanna!

And thank you so much for the ticket Certi <3

[Hanna]

Thank you so much Cert! My first 500 word written lore prompt win outside of monthly prompts! Makes Panna extra special ❤️

[TheSongOfTheStars]

congratsssssss

ty for the ticket!

[ylesia]

Thank you for the ticket and congrats Hanna! Your prompt was sweet and a great life lesson.

(I have to use some tickets now, I feel like a dragon hoarding a golden treasure hehehehe)