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Nightmare Fuel October 2012, Day 16

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Chests heave. Knives are dropped. Plates stop spinning on the checkerboard floor. The cellar door bangs shut. As the dust settles from their last fight, Marianne hides where no dust has ever even been stirred. Except, something stirs. There, down between two crates filled with Fragile somethings, something moved. Could have been a trick of the light if there was any light down here. Her pulse quickens. She sticks to the classics.

“Hello?”

Unfortunately for her, so do I.

“Don’t you just wish,” I say, voice sweet and slow and dark like molasses, “that he could understand how it feels?”

Nightmare Fuel October 2012, Day 10

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Vines litter the walkway, and right before they get to the gates of the castleyard they see a signpost. A vine is wrapped around its base as if holding it up.

DANGER!

it says,

RUSHMERE CASTLE IS A BAANKLIDE

“Baanklide?” the young one asks.

OBSERVE FROM THE BAANKLIDE OBSERVATION TOWER INSTEAD

“Er, a mythical monster from long ago. It can’t stay still but has to try. Looks like beautiful architecture and eats humans for their thoughts. Some say they’re still around.”

WALK THIS WAY

They eventually get to the tower– a stunning building– and the door opens itself for them.

Nightmare Fuel October 2012, Day 7

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“One drinks the blood of the animal and wears its skin and this is how one gains its powers. There are animals out here that you have never seen. The baanklides are the first of it. There is the averit which is a hunter. As far as I know, there is only one, but be careful around it. It hunts by getting its victim happy and drunk and then burrows into the back of said victim’s head, accomplishing both things at once. It may wear your skin for days without anyone noticing.”

(the man grinned)

“It really likes to brag.”

Nightmare Fuel October 2012, Day 6

Unknown Source

“Who buys a fireplace for a chimneyless house?”

“Just shut up and help me. It’ll make me feel more at home. Guy at the shop said it’ll transform all this urban stuff into a proper forest house.”

“Don’t they usually have like, installation offers?”

“No. Shut up. Lift on three. One, two–”

“Huh. It does feel more woodsy. Is that pine I smell?”

“They’ll appear, guy said.”

“Whoa. Did you see that thing’s eyes?”

“Don’t fuck around. Help me with this instead. Why are you locking up?”

“Miriam, don’t freak out but something’s watching us. If you turn, turn slowly.”

Nightmare Fuel October 2012, Day 5

They called the monster ‘the suicide box’.

“Just burn it down. Don’t talk to it.”

The suicide box was hardly big enough to sit in. It had no legs or wings or anything else that moved when it shouldn’t. A warning label said ‘will trap you in it with what you’re afraid of most’. Gus looked at the chair there and sat down in the chair, sweat breaking in his forehead, matches right there in his hands. A gust of wind and the door was shut. It was dark but he could make his own light. He opened his eyes.

Nightmare Fuel October 2012, Day 4

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Sometimes at night when all the electric equipment is on standby, Carey likes to shut her eyes and pretend it’s midday and she can remember everywhere she needs to go without blinking lights of machines that hide behind strand-of-hair-thin strings and spindly doll’s limbs.

Carey has a similar feeling now but she has never been on this bridge before. There are fish and deep things in the water, which she can ignore if she closes her eyes. She has walked a while and cannot remember how the bridge looks. Her shoe hovers and she needs to plant her foot somewhere.

Nightmare Fuel October 2012, Day 1 & 2

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Bliss Morgan of Internet fame (just google her, like) is this year again doing a thing where she posts creepy pictures and inspires flash fiction in us. I will join in! Posting this a bit late because I don’t know how time works.

Last year I participated, and while I didn’t write every day, you can see my progress here: http://kewangji.tumblr.com/october2011

Now, without further ado,

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Day 1

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“You sure you want to do this?” the girl with the shovel spoke with little conviction, her eyes already counting money.

“I said no questions.”

She snatched the cash from him and spread the salt around the would-be hole, rectangular. “You just don’t look like the regular clientele.”

He offered her a grunt. She dug in silence now. When all was done he climbed in and stared at the cloudless, starless sky. “What are you waiting for?”

“Last minute regrets.” Silence. “You must really miss whoever you sent to hell, huh?” The girl shoveled dirt over the stoic man’s face.

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Worldbuilding 1: A Radiating Background

Last post in this series: https://zombiesintelligently.com/2012/06/12/ worldbuilding-0-intro/

This is a world about monsters. I’ve decided to have this be a fresh new world, not linked even a little to any of the old worlds. This means no baanklide, even though I love the baanklide and it is the best monster ever. (The baanklide even has a fangirl.) Please bear with me in this post, as I don’t really do segues, but everything in this post relates to all the other things, I promise.

Today I was reading from The Rediscovery of Man (Cordwainer Smith) and it was amazing and I noticed a trend: the stories in this collection seemed to all be about space-travellers who travèlle space and fall in love. This got me thinking to how I would write such a story and then, springing forth like a jack-in-the-box came the idea of something I will call the Great Onebyone. I like to name things.

Recently I had half on an idea called the Ritual of Ophoboshekin. This idea, while alright, doomed itself to fail, in my opinion. The basic idea went: sometime, somewhere, someone is going through a ritual that symbolizes a hangover, because their utopia knows the meaning of fun and pain. I only got a couple of paragraphs in before hitting a halting point.

For The Ritual, which I did not assign a world, got a couple of paragraphs. For The Great Onebyone, set in the Anyverse, I’ve got almost two handwritten pages after about 2 hours of working on it. Maaaajor contrast, right. This is how I arrive at the conclusion that for stories to work for me, they need a world or it’s a lot more work. And that’s why I’m not going to try to figure out a story here when I write these posts, the best of those will only happen in a whoaflash, because that’s how my head works. I will describe the stories afterwards!

With that in mind: Monsters. Humans? Civilisations? Uncivilisations? I’ve been using the word ‘poison’ lately to describe a lot of things, most things of these not actually being poison. So, how about: humans are dying, there is poison everywhere. The poisonbeasts have graciously stepped in to gasmask humans, but everything has a price. They are taking over the biznaz. Like some sort of otherworldly mafia.

Yep. Join me next time (sometime next week) for figuring out how this world relates to our world, where the point-of-departure is and so. Also for maybe understanding what a poisonbeast is, and how they can gasmask humans.