Storytelling Collective

12 posts tagged with “Storytelling Collective

A vast, dimly lit computational chamber housing the Deep Thought supercomputer from The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, resembling its original appearance in the BBC TV series. Deep Thought is an enormous, green, pyramid-like structure with glowing lights and an imposing presence. The room is immense, with towering, monolithic structures covered in cryptic symbols. The atmosphere is eerie and quiet, with the machine’s lights still faintly flickering after the recent conversation. The space is empty, save for the hum of inactive machinery and shafts of cold artificial light streaming through the towering structures. A thin haze of dust floats in the air, enhancing the illusion of an all-knowing machine that is merely a facade.

Truth (Flash Fiction February Day 3)

“That was close,” Fleeb Mungwort said, wiping his brow after the two pan-dimensional hyper-intelligent beings left the massive computational chamber. “I can’t believe they bought the whole bit about the successor computer,” Ploox Vendarf said, tying her head tentacles back into a tail. “That bit about Earth? Truly a stroke of genius!” “The problem remains,” […]

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A close-up, unsettling but friendly portrait of Nurse Maya Brooks, a medical professional with cybernetic ocular implants. She has a warm smile but an unnerving gaze, with gunmetal gray eyes featuring a glowing blue light at the center where the retina should be. Surrounding the light, a mechanical aperture-like iris expands and contracts like a camera lens. She leans in toward the camera, holding a clipboard, as if addressing a patient. The medical room in the background is softly lit, with faint digital overlays hinting at an augmented reality interface.

New (Flash Fiction February Day 2)

When Avery woke up, all they saw was dark. It was unnerving, but they tried not to panic. They had been assured that there would be a period of adjustment as all the systems came fully online. Instead, Avery took deep breaths to slow their heart rate, and continued to stare and perceive an inky […]

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A black and white, gritty, charcoal-style depiction of a driver mid-transformation into a werewolf, seen from the perspective of the passenger seat. The werewolf’s face contorts, fangs emerge, fur sprouts, and claws grip the steering wheel tightly. The freeway outside is shown correctly from the side, with cars traveling in the same direction as the werewolf’s vehicle, their headlights and taillights forming streaks of motion. The mood is dark and intense, with expressive brushstrokes capturing the raw, chaotic energy of the transformation.

Rage (Flash Fiction February Day 1)

The truck cuts in front of me and I need to slam on the brakes to not smash into the TRUMP bumper sticker on the fender. There’s a “LET’S GO BRANDON!” sticker in the corner of the cab window. It’s too dark to see the driver but his (I assume it’s a he) red taillights […]

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9. Desert

9. Desert

Mouse rubbed his jaw. The muscles were tight from clenching his teeth which had been chattering all night as he tried to sleep in the shallow cave he found as the sun began to set last night. Having no skill in fire building, he merely huddled against the rounded wall and tried to make himself […]

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silver and black hair clip

8. Creature

Alia woke in the dark room as she did every other morning. She got dressed and made tea. The kettle heated the water for precisely three minutes and thirty-seven seconds before clicking off. While it was simmering, she put the tea infuser in her cup and scooped exactly two teaspoons of looseleaf, ceylon tea into […]

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ancient armor black and white chivalry

7. Temptation

This is how the paladin fell. “…and lead us not into temptation…” Javid didn’t know much, but he knew the Dawnfather brought the light, brought good, brought hope. Most of all, he knew the Dawnfather saved his mother when she was near-death after eating destroying angel mushrooms when he was too young to know the […]

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burning candle near tarot cards on table

6. Oath

“This last card, Death, represents your future. But don’t worry, it’s not talking about your actual death. Death represents an ending and, possibly, a new beginning. However, when it’s reversed, as it is now, it’s the lack of that end. This card is saying that you are stuck, or there’s a danger that you might […]

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set of colorful dices on desk with pencils and toys

5. Challenge

The smell of coffee and ramen intermingled with Cheetos, a 12-pack worth of empty cans of Mountain Lightning and a hint of male body odor. The fluorescent lights overhead buzzed somewhat, joining a chorus of crickets outside the open window. The mood was tense. The group sat around a small table, notebooks, clipboards, binders or […]

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down angle photography of red clouds and blue sky

4. Sky

Snelgorb liked wind. He liked the feel of it on his scaly skin. He liked the way it tickled behind his horns and along the ridges on the back of his head. He liked things that made wind, too. As a youngling, he loved to just spin his sling around and around in front of […]

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man wearing tuxedo in grayscale photography

3. Heart

All the chefs at Animulus were highly trained professionals. Culinary experts. Nothing less than the best, the brightest, the most talented culinary artists in the world. For the privacy of their patrons, only one party per night was served. Plates were not infrequently thousands of US dollars. And the waiting list was months long. Everyone […]

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crop person with green eyes in sunlight

2. Time

“Hello. Hell-o. Helllooooooo.” She was never good at small talk. Simply saying simple words of greeting felt like a waste of time. It’s implied that she was addressing them, right? People get that, right? “Hello. Hi. How are you.” The words feel unnatural on her tongue. Practice makes perfect. Or something. That’s what they say. […]

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photo of brown bare tree on brown surface during daytime

1: Space

Crisp air fills my nostrils and I open my eyes to whiteness. Temporarily blinded by the sun overhead, I rub the dust and grime from my eyes, feel the dryness in my nose and on my lips as I look around to gather my bearings. The flat, parched desert expands all around me, broken up […]

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