Fantasy
"New Starter"
### Log Entry: February 19, 2025 **TIME10:00** >Initiated. This is my first log entry. I have arrived at <Number 13 Raven Court, London> to <Customer Number 34907/13B>. I have been given the appearance of a healthy nineteen year old human male. >Set Up >Instruction from Customer Number 3490713B: I am to call him <Master> or <Master Lucius> >Set Up > I have been assigned the name <Victor With A K> by <Master Lucius> >Instruction >Unknown >Damn. That's not what I meant you stupid thing! How do I change this? I will consult the bats. ##REBOOT## ### Log Entry: 20 February 2025 **TIME00:39** >Initiated. This is my first log entry. I have arrived at <Number 13 Raven Court, London>, to <Customer Number 34907/13B>. I have been given the appearance of a healthy nineteen year old human male. >Set Up >Instruction from <Customer Number 34907/13B>: I am to call him <Master> or <Master Lucius> >Set Up > I have been assigned the name <ViKtor> by <Master Lucius> >Set Up >Primary function: serve and assist <Master Lucius> in his daily tasks. Clean his home, without causing damage to the many antique items. Find supper partners for <Master Lucius>. Follow his sundry instructions. MESSAGE TO USER/CUST39407/13B
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
A Dream Too Real
When Angelo closed his eyes for the night he had no clue as to what was about to take place. It was a routine evening. He brushed his teeth, set his alarm and went to bed. What he expected was as always, to wake up in the morning and start another workday. What happened was much more than that.
By Scott A. Gese2 years ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Secret
At precisely midnight, Eleanor pushed open the heavy wooden door of Hargrove’s shop. A bell jingled overhead, announcing her arrival. The air inside was thick with the scent of aged wood, oil, and faint traces of lavender. Rows upon rows of clocks lined the walls, each one ticking in perfect harmony, creating a symphony of time.
By unknown writer2 years ago in Fiction
The Wolf Witch - 3. Oliver's Night Out
Oliver put on his jacket and walked out of his flat with two mates. They'd had a few beers, ate steak for dinner, and were eager to get out to a nightclub to meet some girls or rather that was their idea. Oliver wanted to drink and that was it.
By Denise Larkin2 years ago in Fiction
One Day In November
Dallas in the 60’s was an odd place: big hats, bigger guns, bigger egos. It was the type of place no one looked twice if you looked out of time, and Special Operator Andrew Vogel looked distinctly out of time–which of course, he was with his anti-matter rifle and sleek black jumpsuit. Luckily, the fifth floor of the Texas School Book Depository was as vacant as it was every time the Russians tried to meddle with this event.
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Fiction
Fateful Call
In a time before cell phones, when every call was made from a fixed office telephone and each ring carried the hope of connection, Amelia found herself entangled in a daily ritual of persistence and quiet desperation. Every morning, as the pale light of dawn seeped into her modest office, she would dial the number of the elusive mechanic, Mr. Konstantin—a trusted craftsman who had once worked marvelously on the machinery vital to her company’s operations.
By sugarulu sugarulu2 years ago in Fiction
Expatrianas Histories - The Child of the Goddess
"You know mortal, I have a half human daughter." Baj was stunned into silence by this revelation. After close to five years of forced servitude, rarely did anything the Goddess say surprise him. By the end of his first year, he had come to the realization that she was basically crazy, or at least that was how she appeared from a mortal's limited perspective. He had no idea what the other Gods and Goddesses thought of her, nor did he particularly care to find out. The things she said were a mixture of facts, opinions, truths, partial truths, half-truths, lies, and bald-faced lies. Of course, Elyria always said that "Gods and Goddesses don't have opinions, because once we say something, it becomes a fact." However, Baj knew better and many of the Goddesses’ opinions’ were wildly inaccurate or patently false. Never had the Goddess mentioned a thing about any offspring, let alone the fact that apparently her daughter was half mortal. That meant that the Goddess had been impregnated by a mortal, a thing Baj did not even know was possible. Eventually he regained his composure enough, cleared his throat loudly once, then spoke "I was not aware Goddess, and of course I have many questions. May I ask some?" Having to seek permission to ask her questions irked him to no end, but he knew better than to just begin to fire them off without that formality. The Goddesses' short temper was legendary, and asking a question she viewed as impertinent was a fast track to being totally ignored in the best case, or reprimanded and punished severely in the worst. He had felt the sting of Elyria's mental punishments too many times and had no desire to experience that pain again for what he viewed as a minor if irritating annoyance. The Goddess smiled and replied "It appears my many lessons in politeness may have finally begun to sunk in. Even one with a skull as thick as yours may learn it seems." Baj grimaced at the insult but knew better than to respond in kind. The Goddess' smile widened as she had seen the desire in his eyes to strike back and was pleased that he had managed to restrain himself for once. "You may ask your questions mortal." Baj took his time, considered the many questions he wanted to ask, weighed each against the level of insult or offense they might cause the Goddess, then mentally arranged them in order of least to most offensive. He rarely had the opportunity to ask questions of the Goddess, and he did not want to waste this chance to gain valuable intelligence by saying something stupid right off the bat and ending up with nothing but a burning backside or two-day long headache for his troubles. Finally, after much thought he spoke "What is her name Goddess?" "Her given name is Kaos, but the mortals with whom she spends most of her time refer to her as Stormbringer. Perhaps you have heard her spoken of in your many travels?" Baj's mind raced as he searched his memory for anything associated with that name. He felt a twinge of something just on the edge of his mind but could not place it. The name was familiar, and he was sure he had heard it, but could not recall the details or even the context and so simply replied "No Goddess, I have not." She sensed he was shading the truth but not lying outright. If he had lied, she would have known. One of the things her bond with the human gave her was the ability to see the truth and falsity of his statements. Unfortunately, humans traded in so many half-truths and half-lies that this power was limited to outright lies or patently false misrepresentations, and, in the five years she had known him, the human Baj had only lied to her twice. This stood in great contrast to every other mortal she had ever known for whom speaking the truth seemed to be as difficult as speaking a foreign language. In this case she only knew that he had likely heard the name but possibly forgotten it or was not entirely sure about it. "That is surprising. She is quite well known among the humans of this plane. Her abilities to influence the weather are both envied and feared. Mostly they are feared for she can only bring fierce storms, winds, lightning, hail, torrential rains and the like, and her command over these storms once summoned is quite limited. She cannot control their strength or duration and therefore only uses her powers in the direst of circumstances." She paused briefly and a look of sadness crossed her face before she continued. "It is such a shame she left us when she did, before we could finish her training, before I could teach her the things she needed to know to truly master her Goddess given skills. Of course, she would always be limited by her half human blood and could never hope to reach the level of a God like Poseidon or Aegaeon, but still she could have been very powerful indeed." Suddenly her sadness turned to anger, and her voice quivered with bitterness and rage as she spat out "If only that bastard human boy she obsessed over had run away as instructed when I first confronted him. Instead, he and my daughter snuck away in the middle of the night like two thieves. I may someday forgive her for that, but I will never forgive him, and woe his fate should I ever find him. It shall make that of Sisyphus look like a great gift by comparison" Baj shuddered as he considered that threat. Pushing a large boulder uphill for all eternity was a horrific fate indeed, and he felt a moment of sadness for this human as Elyria was an expert in the art of punishment and would no doubt devise something truly terrible if she were ever to lay her hands upon him. He forced himself to close that train of thought quickly before revulsion overcame him and instead focused on the puzzling inability of the Goddess to locate this human. Considering her many powers, vast knowledge, and network of supplicants, hangers-ons, devotees, and forced servants, it seemed a stretch to think one human could evade the obviously angry Goddess for very long. However, it was a good reminder of her many limitations and of her penchant for stretching the truth. Her "vast knowledge", as she called it, was not nearly as vast as she claimed he had discovered on more than one occasion. Moreover her "network" of loyal servants was always smaller than she led him to believe and truly believed herself. But her powers could not be called into question and finding things and people (mortals) was one of the many abilities possessed by the Goddess that she had proven over and over was genuine.
By Everyday Junglist2 years ago in Fiction
Gravity's Edge
She had always thought of gravity as a quiet, unshakable presence—an invisible tether binding everything to the Earth. But in the throes of childbirth, she experienced something that defied all logic, something that would stay with her for the rest of her life.
By sugarulu sugarulu2 years ago in Fiction
