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[foldingfittedsheets]

Back when I was first leaving the mattress store in 2017 I interviewed at a few places. One was Tesla, the other a jewelry store. I wasn’t a fan of Musk, but I liked the idea of electric cars and I’ve always excelled at sales so I felt like it was worth considering.

I arrived and chatted with the sales manager who said everyone started on phones before they could work their way up. I was a little wary of that as I’m not a phone person but she laughed and said, “Well, you know. We’re still just a startup, so everyone has to put in the hours.”

I stared at her in confusion. Tesla. A startup. In 2017. What???

I laughed a little and suggested that it was past that stage of growth but she doubled down and repeated it later. I remained baffled. After the interview she offered to let me talk to an employee to see how happy she was.

I readily agreed. The manager left. I asked the employee how happy she was.

She said that sometimes pay was late, that promotions were promised that didn’t manifest for months, but that overall she liked working there and cut them slack because they were still just a startup.

I stared at her. It was like listening to a cultist repeating a phrase that was in direct contradiction with reality. I wanted to ask what she thought a startup was but I just thanked her for her time.

I got offered both jobs, Tesla or jewelry. Jewelry offered four more dollars an hour. When I turned down the Tesla lady I kindly said that I didn’t feel there was as much job security in a startup.

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I was the main character in a pretty typical romance story, being courted by two different men, except all the cobbled streets in the city were actually made of halloumi which I could occasionally just pick up and eat.

[splinterclan]

Cedarheart's Journey pg. 8

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[aismoker]

Part of the crew

Harry, Ben and Corey had heard of the concert by a mysterious dj in the night club tonight. The dj never had released a song and there was seriously no footage of his music or concert by him online, but the fora online buzzed about his music. "Life altering experience", "Intense" and "Mind blowing" were a few of the key-words that were in every message praising the live concerts.

The three guys were curious and decided to go tonthe concert. Unfortunately, it was already sold out before they could order tickets. Luckily Harry and Ben knew another way to get in. It was quite easy actually: Simply get in when they are building the stage and hide until the guests would come in and then they could easily mingle. Harry and Ben, having done this before, even knew the best hiding spot. There was a small balcony. From there they could see the whole venue without being seen.

Corey was hesistant, but his curiosity and his friends convinced him to come along. So, on the afternoon before the comcert theybstood in the alley behind the night club, drrssed in simple black t-shirts, just like the employees of the club.

Harry and Ben walked confidently into the night club, followed by a nervous Corey. "Dude, don't act so conspicuously," Ben said, "you will het us caught!" But Corey couldn't help it. Luckily, the employees were all to busy preparing for the concert to notice. The three guys reached the balcony without any problems. They looked down to the dance floor and saw that the dj was about to start the soundcheck. Ben and Harry thought it was cool. Corey, on the other hand, was still not relaxing, looking all the time around him, still afraid of getting caught. "Are you sure, no one will be coming here?" "Dude, you really need to chill," Harry answered, "no one is coming and if so, what will they do? They probably kick us out and that's it." It didn't reassure Corey.

The dj started his soundcheck. No one knew it, but the track he was playing was specifically designed for the soundcheck. The bass pulsed through the entire building. Everyone inside stopped with what they were doing and started listening. The bass pulsed through their bodies and the tones filled their minds, pushing everything else out. "Wow," Harry said, "this is so good." "Yeah man, it's mind-blowing," Ben replied. Corey didn't say a thing. The music didn't seem to affect him. He was still tense, looking around to see if someone was coming.

The longer the music played, the more entranced Ben and Harry became. They just sat there, smiking with glazed eyes. Corey noticed something was amiss with his friends. "Guys, are you okay?" They didn't reply. They just sat there, there bodies pulsing with the music.

Suddenly they stood up. "Guys, get down!" Corey hissed, "someone might see you!" Harry and Ben just smiled. "No," they said in unison, "we need to join the crew." They then started walking down the stairs toward the stage. Corey jumped after them, trying to stop them. They stopped and turned around. Their empty eyes looked at Corey and their smiles broadened. Corey shivered in fear. "We all need to join the crew." They then both grabbed Corey and dragged him down the stairs.

Corey tried to get free... to flee. His mind was racing. But as he was dragged closer to the stage, the music got louder. The bass started to reverberate in his body. It felt... good. The music went into his head and remained there. It was like it was making a home in its head, to stay there and never leave him. A smile crept on his face. The music made it so hard to think. But he didn't need to think. He just needed to listen. And the more he listened, the more he seemed to hear a whisper, mixed in the music. The whisper told him to relax. There was nothing to fear. Corwy relaxed. Ben and Harry noticed the change in their friend and let go of him. Corey kept walking along with them. There were no thoughts of flwwing anymore. Juat whispers. Whispers that told him that he wanted to become a member of the crew. Yes, he really wanted that.

As the three friends approached the stage, they noticed that several employees of the night club were standing there. They kept walking towards the stage though, not afraid of getting caught. Why should thwy be afraid? They wanted to become part of the crew, just like them. Besides, no one was looking at them. They were all watching at the wall behind the stage. There was a red spiral, with the crew logo in the center of it. The three friends looked at it and their smiles broadened even more. It was beautiful. They couldn't look away from it. They didn't want to. They just kept staring at it. Their eyes reflecting the red light of the spiral.

They didn't know how long they had been standing there, nor did they care. They were completely mesmerized by the spiral and the continuous whispers in their heads. Suddenly, the music intensified and smoke started billowing from the stage.

As the smoke reached Corey, he panicked. This was not the normal kind of smoke they used at concerts. This was something b-, but then the whispers took over his thoughts again. This was something better. This was Marlboro smoke...

The whispers told him to embrace the smoke. That it would make them part of the team. That there was nothing to worry about. He just had to take deep breathes and let the smoke in. The smoke would make him better. It would make him a perfect member of the crew. Corey -and all the others- did as they were told. They breathed deeply, letting the smoke in. It felt good, like they were feeding a fire deep inside. A fire that spread its warmth to all the muscles in their bodies. A cleansing fire that burned away their old lives, so they could start anew, as members of the crew. The more they breathed in the smoke, the more the fire spread. Their muscles started to contract, to grow. Their bodies started to spasm, moans started to escape from their lips, mixing with the music that was still playing. The smoke became denser. The guys breathed in deeper. The whispers in their head were growing more demanding. More. More. More. And everyone obeyed.

The smoke seemed to not just enter them through their mouths, but also through their skins. What started as soft caressing, turned into an iron grip. They couldn't move, they were completely in the grasp of the smoke. But it felt so good. So good! They wanted this. They needed this. The moaning became louder and louder until it reached a climax, after which it suddenly stopped. Everything stopped. The moaning, the music, the whispers. Everything. The smoke slowly started to dissipate. All the guys lied passed out on the floor.

After a while, they started to wake up. When they opened their eyes, it was as if they saw the world for the first time. They looked down and saw their crew uniforms, tightly around their improved bodies. They stood up and flexed their muscles. They then reached for their packs of Marlboro and lit up like experts, savoeing the smoke as thwy inhaled deeply. Even though most of them never had smoked a cigarette before, as part of the crew they knew they were supposed to smoke. They wanted to smoke. They craved to smoke.

As they stood there, silently smoking, they looked at each other. They didn't know the names of the others. They didn't know their own names. It didn't matter. All that mattered was that they were one crew. As they kept looking a desire awakened in them. They needed to bond, to celebrate their oneness. But they knew they couldn't. Not just yet. They needed to prepare for the concert this evening.

They started working. Even the three intruders-turned-crew members knew what to do. They worked efficiently. No words were uttered. No words were needed. They were perfectly alligned to each other. They were one and they worked as one. And because of that they were able to finish the work in time for the concert to begin.

THAT NIGHT

The concert hall was starting to fill up. Two crew members, formerly known as Harry and Ben, were qalking through the hall. They were part of the security detail now, making sure that no one would leave before the main act.

People looked strangely at them, walking proudly around in their uniforms and their non-stop smoking. Most people thought that wasn't even allowed anymore, but they didn't gibe it much of a thought. They didn't really thin k a lot at all since they had come into the hall.

That was, because several crew members -among them the one that used to listen to the name Corey- were standing at the bar near the entrance, handing out special welcoming drinks. The recipe was a secret, but it made everyone who drank it nice and mellow and even more receptive for what the main act would bring.

When the dj entered the stage, he was welcomed with thundering applause. When he started his first set, the crew knew their work was done... for now. Once set in motion, their was no way back. They retreated to the balcony where earlier that day three intruders had been hiding. It was finally time for them to bond. As they all lit fresh cigarettes, they felt their cocks rising. They started to explore each others bodies. First tentatively, but as the music became more intense, so did they. Caressing became groping. Kissing became snogging. Spit, seed, smoke, sweat... it all got exchanged, strengthening their bond. In the end, they didn't know where their own bodies ended and the others' began, but it didn't matter. They were one.

One hour, two hours, thrree hours, who could say how much time passed? But eventually, they fwlt that they had to go back to the hall. The dj was coming to the end of the last set and they had to be there when it happened.

As they entered the main venue, the dj just had stopped. The music was gone and the smoke was still dissipating. When they entered all the guests, now Marlboro Bros, turned around and looked at them. They could see the hunger in their eyes and they knew it was the same hunger they felt.

The crew started spreading out over the dance floor and even though they had shot countless loads into each other, their cocks were still hungering for more. That is one of the perks of being part of the crew, to be always ready to share a load.

They walked around, caressing Bros here and there, sharing their smoke with them. Mounting them, riding them, planting their seed deep inside them. Bond with as many as possible. Make sure they would leave their innocence in a puddle on the floor. It was all part of the plan.

You see, as a Bro shoots his load, he will slowly start to revert back to his former self. The next day he will wake up and think that he has been to the best concert of his life. He might have a sudden craving to smoke Marlboro, but beside this, he will be able to function more or less normally. If they leave, however, with a crew load in them, they have changed for good. At first they will act like everything is normal, but eventually the seed that was planted inside them will blossom. It can take days, it can take weeks, it can take even years, but at a certain point, they will start hearing whispers, telling them how good it is to stop thinking... to become part of the crew... to become one... to share the bliss...

Eventually, they will return to where it all began and the crew will be waiting for them. Ready to accept the newest crew member with open arms and dripping cocks.

[magical-forest-au]

The Moon and The Moth

Part two 🌑

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[niqhtlord01]

Humans are weird: The lie of dating

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*Door slams open and alien patron walks in

Alien: *Sits down with a loud thud at the counter bar stool

Alien: Get me a drink.

Human Bartender: *Turns, looks disapprovingly, then turns around again

Alien: Human, did you hear me?!

Alien: I said I want a drink!

Human Bartender: *Turns around again and points at door

Human Bartender: That is an expensive door.

Alien: I don’t care.

Human Bartender: It cost a couple thousand credits to transport out here.

Alien: I said I don’t care now give me a drink.

Human Bartender: Well you should fucking care because if I walk over there and find so much as a scuff on it I will break you like a pretzel.

Alien: Is that how you talk to customers?

Human Bartender: Until you put some money on the counter you aren’t a customer.

*Alien and Human glare each other for a long minute before the Alien sighs and places a credit chip on the table

Alien: Fine, there. Drink, now.

Human Bartender: *Takes the credit chip and puts it into pocket before reaching for a bottle under the counter.

Human Bartender: So, *Human begins saying as he makes a drink, what’s got your feather’s all ruffled?

Alien: I don’t want to talk about it.

Alien: And don’t say I should talk about it because it is cheaper than your human therapists.

Human Bartender: Wasn’t going to.

Human Bartender: Still on the fence if I like you at al-

Alien: Fine I’ll tell you!

Human Bartender: *Sighs

Alien: I went on a date today with someone and it wasn’t what I thought it would be.

Human Bartender: Grunts*  Got cat-fished?

Alien: What?

Alien: No I don’t have any fish; why would you even ask me that?

Human Bartender: *More frustrated sighs

Alien: Here I was going in expecting to meet someone perfect and instead I meet-

Human Bartender: *Loudly bangs butt of bottle against counter.

Human Bartender: Alright listen.

Human Bartender: You’re going to end up alone and sad as the last pickle in a jar unless you give yourself some realistic expectations.

Alien: What is wrong with wanting perfection?

Human Bartender: *Chuckles

Human Bartender: Well for one thing it doesn’t fucking exist.

Alien: Lies.

Human Bartender: It’s truth.

Human Bartender: You go into this dating situation expecting to see a perfect vase of a person all neat and porcelain, when everyone is dealing with their own shit and problems that’ve chipped away at them bit by bit.

Alien: But I see these people on the interwebs all the time.

Human Bartender: *Waves dismissively

Human Bartender: And they’re lying through their teeth.

Human Bartender: Some people are just better than others at hiding their problems.

Alien: And why would they need to hide them?

Human Bartender: Seriously?

Human Bartender: From assholes like you.

Alien: How dare you!

Human Bartender: You literally walked in and started bitching about someone who wasn’t “Perfect”.

Human Bartender: That’s why people hide their own problems; because if they talk about them openly assholes like you keep alienating them so they clam up all over again.

Alien: Well maybe some people aren’t as good as myself with solving their own problems and not complaining like slump rats about them.

Human Bartender: Alright you know what-

Human Bartender: *Grabs alien from behind counter, hoists him up by collar, then throws him across the room damaging several chairs.

Human Bartender: Those cost several hundred credits to make! You’re paying for those too!

[all-purpose-dish-soap]

50 / 820 words / for @keegansshark who converted me to the cult of Hesh <3

...

"Anyone sitting here?"

"Uh, no. Knock yourself out."

You sit down across from Hesh. The mess hall isn’t crowded yet. You have plenty of space. "So. About yesterday."

"Remind me,” he says. “It's been a long week."

You roll an orange in your palms. "I was just wondering. Do you want to?"

"Want to what?"

You stare at him, brows raised, curving your thumbnail into the rind until it dawns on him.

"Oh. That."

You've never seen him nervous, and most people wouldn't peg him as nervous right now. You can see it, though.

"I think so. Yeah. I mean, yeah." Hesh looks down at his tray. "I want to."

You begin peeling the skin off in one long strip. "Haven't had time?"

"I haven't, no. I've... you know... been focused on other things." Hesh takes a long swallow of water. “Military stuff."

"Dad stuff."

"Yeah. Dad stuff."

"You looking to change that?"

"Eventually."

"Hm." You dig your nail into a stubborn bit of orange skin. "But not yet?"

Hesh falters. His eyes flicker down to your hands. "The issue isn’t when I want to. It’s how.”

“Ah.”

“I've never actually dated. Or had a girlfriend. I don't know where to start."

"If you want to give it a shot, I can help you out."

Hesh blinks like he's not sure you meant what you just said. "You? Help me out with women?"

You snort. "Not with women. With sex."

Hesh's brow furrows. "What?"

"You said you’re interested in sex. I'll have sex with you if you want."

For several seconds, Hesh doesn't respond. Then he asks, "Why?"

You shrug and tilt your gaze to the side, glancing at the other soldiers in the cafeteria. They don't pay your conversation much attention. "Because this is No Man's Land. If you're waiting for a golden opportunity, you'll probably die before it comes along."

"No, I mean-- why not one of the other guys in our unit?"

"Pretty sure you could get one of them to do it for you if you prefer that. Keegan once told me about this one time when he--"

"No. No, I mean," Hesh says hastily, "why me? Why are you offering me, uh... what you're offering me?"

You peer at him. He doesn't look nervous, but the tips of his ears turn a darker shade of pink. You lean back and bite an orange slice in half. "Because you've never done it."

"Right. But, I mean, that's not a reason." Hesh pauses, searching for the right words. "You can't possibly be interested in me."

"We're friends, aren't we?"

Hesh glances away again. Friends is strong language for it. "Still."

"You want to know what's in it for me," you guess.

"Yes. I do." Hesh crosses his arms, waiting for you to speak. You pop an orange slice in your mouth and chew slowly. Then you peel away another two slices and begin stripping them of their stringy pulp. "Yeah, what is in it for you?"

"I mean, I’m no golden opportunity, but I’d feel sad if you died tomorrow never having known the touch of another person or whatever. Life sucks out here. We have to take small pleasures where we can get them." You pull a piece of rind out of your teeth and flick it into the pile of orange skins. "Something like that."

"So, out of pity."

At his deadpan look, a smirk spreads across your face. "If that's what you wanna call it. I don't make this offer to everyone, if that's what you're asking. It's Merrick's job to fuck the newbies, not mine."

Hesh's eyebrows shoot up.

"I'm kidding."

“Uh huh.” He's not sure how to feel. It's almost a relief that it's not about him, personally. It's not about him at all. Just No Man's Land. "Aren't there rules about that? Fraternizing, or... or whatever."

You tilt your head at him. It's a little funny to see him flustered. He has the whole act down, usually—refined, quiet, confident strength. Almost a perfect soldier. Lab-grown for the Ghosts.

“It's fine, Hesh, really. No big deal either way. You know where my bunk is if you change your mind.” You scoop orange peel scraps off the table. “You've got a night if you want it."

"Wait," Hesh says as you rise. "It's not that, it’s…”

As you walk away, Hesh barely quashes the sudden urge to stand up, back straight, like the goddamn president is leaving the mess hall. He's not even sure what he wants to say. There’s a strange desperation in his gut to keep the conversation from ending yet.

Instead, he watches you go and his stomach flips sideways.

You dump your orange peel into the compost and head for your bunk. Merrick sits at the fringe of the cafeteria. He looks at you, then at Hesh, and his brow creases in confusion. You shake your head as if to say nah, don't ask.

...

more call of duty: ghosts / masterlist tag

[paperclip-skz]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do a Changbin x afab reader smut? They would be going at it in the dorm while other members are there (you choose) and when Changbin has his hands on readers hips(doing doggy style), he accidentally dislocates it (which is inspired by my own SI joint dysfunction)cuz ya know Binnie has to be very strong with those arms of his 😂. The reader would suddenly scream cuz it hurts real bad and Changbin doesn’t know what happened he’ll start to panic and the readers’ cries attract whoever was in the dorm (preferably Minho or Chan) and they’d come in and have to help binnie but her hip back in place and it ends being very fluffy and Changbin treating reader like a princess

A/n: This is my very first ask/request so I really hope you like it! I’m sorry this took me so long to write, honestly I had to get into the right head space 😅. Anyway everything y’all do is greatly appreciated; likes, comments, reblogs, etc!

P.s: there is so much more to come 🤫🤫

**************

It all happened so fast. One minute, Changbin was going at it like a rabbit on steroids. You were pressed up against the wall, your bare chest flat against the cold divider. 

Changbin came to you desperately wanting to fuck you from behind, and then you came up with the clever idea of letting him take you against the wall. He was practically buzzing from the thought alone. Not much time passed until you were both going at it against the wall; his grip on your hips was bruising, and the sound of skin slapping skin filled the room. 

“Ah, Binnie!” you tried desperately to keep your voice down, but the feeling of his snapping hips was all too good. 

“Shh, bunny. You don’t want Chan to hear.” you press your cheek up against the wall, feeling the knot in your lower belly begin to twist and turn….until…pain. 

“AHHHH!” Your scream surprises Changbin out of his lust haze. He knows your pleasure scream, and this was not one of them. He immediately pulls out, catching your falling body.

“Baby!” He picks you up by your legs, carrying you bridal style to the bed, laying you down gently. After a moment of watching you hold your hip, he realizes why you're squirming in pain.  

Shocks of surprise, worry, and fear run through his veins…” CHAN!” he screams with all his might. 

Not a moment later, his leader comes sprinting into the room. “OH MY GOD, Bin! Put some clothes on!” 

“CHAN! HELP!” it only takes a few seconds to see your bloodshot eyes, cheeks stained with tears, and where your hands are desperately holding your dislocated hip. 

“Holy shi-”

“BANG CHAN!” Chan and Changbin look at each other for half a second before their hands are soothing your hip. 

“Okay, we’re just gonna have to pop it back in.” Your eyes widen at Chan’s words. What the fuck! 

“What the fu-”

“Ready,” Chan instructs, guiding Changbin’s hands onto your hip. Changbin eyes scream with skeptical precision, but he nods his head confidently. Both their hands are on your hip, gently pressing down, readying you for the pain to come. 

“It's gonna be okay, bunny.” Changbin's words comfort your heart but offer little relief for the sharp pain in your hip.

“Okay, ready? I promise it’ll only be a second.” Chan's words are muffled as your face is buried in the soft folds of the bed sheets, preventing you from seeing him. Your teeth bare into the covers while your eyes shut tight, preparing for the pain. As you gripped the blanket tightly, you let out a confirming hum that buzzed in the air. 

“One….two…three!” 

‘Pop’ 

It was five seconds of teeth-shattering pain. You could barely feel Changbin and Chan’s hands soothing the buzzing muscle. You don’t even know if you screamed. All you could feel was the small pop of bone putting back into place, and then everything went black. 

****

Later that evening, you woke up in Changbin’s arms. He was still rubbing over your hip ever so gently. He was halfway to sleep when he felt you stir in his arms. 

“Hey, bunny. How are you feeling?” He's so caring and so kind, but his voice was full of panic. He was terrified that he’d hurt you, that you’d be scared of him. 

“I’m okay, bin. At least I am now.” you cuddle up close to his chest, carefully not to cause anymore pain to your hip. 

“Jesus bunny, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you” Changbin says while smoothing out your hair. 

“I know Bin, it’s okay really. Besides now you can brag to your bandmates about this” you joke trying to lighten the mood. And then it hits you….Chan saw you naked! “Oh my God! Chan” you scream panic in your eyes. 

“It's okay. All eight of us have seen way worse from him, and he’s respectful. He won't do or say anything."He reassures you, but you still feel that foreign guilty feeling in the pit of your stomach. 

“Hello?” A slight tap at the door lifts your head slightly. You tighten the covers closer to your chest, now realizing that Changbin got you in your favorite hoodie and a pair of his shorts, but no underwear or bra. 

“It’s okay Chan, she’s awake” Changbin calls. 

Chan pokes his head through the door, taking in both you and Changbin’s state. He sighs in relief and then his eyes connect with you. 

“Thank you Chan, for everything” your cheeks blush. 

“Anytime…well, not anytime; please don’t put me in that position again,” he chuckles nervously. 

“YAH, what was I supposed to do?” Binnie yells. 

“PUT SOME PANTS ON!” Chan yells back, closing the door behind him.

Chanbin just scoffs and goes back to giving you affection. 

“I really am sorry,” his eyes pleaded with you. 

You know no amount of words will put his mind to rest, so you settle with kissing his lips lightly and cuddling closer into his embrace. 

[jyoungbloodvo]

First Morning of a New Life....(art by @peri-berrypawductions)

(Based on a scene described in @digital-diary-of-oliver-paddock (GO FOLLOW THE BLOG IF YA WANNA SEE MY SONA SUFFER FROM ANXIETY AND ASK HIM STUFF))

Oliver woke up one morning to discover he was no longer human....

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[bts-trans]

240901 Jinpyo Eyesmag's Instagram Stories featuring RM

Story 1:

(T/N: A screenshot of an article titled 'The grace of failure', by Ji-won Hur, professor of psychology at Korea University. Taking inspiration from the technical concept of 'graceful degradation', Hur discusses how people can deal with failure and think of it as 'graceful'. The article was published in 2018 and became quite popular: https://psychiatricnews.net/news/articleView.html?idxno=11210)

Story 2:

RM's Texts: Express your pain as much as you want, express your hate as much as you want. And then overcome it too. I hope that you have moments that match your sensibilities. Let's stay healthy, hyung, and go back later to the place we used to be

Love ya

Jinpyo's Story:

맘아암미 고__!

Mamamammi* go__!

(T/N: *Likely an abbreviation of the message "Express your pain as much as you want, express your hate as much as you want".)

Trans cr; Aditi @ bts-trans © TAKE OUT WITH FULL CREDITS

[magical-forest-au]

The Moon and The Moth

Part three 🌘

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[evenain]

I went a little overboard with one of the filters, and kind of liked the way it looks, I don’t know if this is a world that you would want to get trapped in, it does look like it would be a fun place to visit though, I feel like there is a story there somewhere, I feel like you would definitely know if this world was reaching out to you in some magical way, that light spot in the clouds would obviously be portal you’d would go through to get there, but probably wouldn’t be able to get home again, this is probably a place were magic really exists, this kind of development is really fun

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[niqhtlord01]

Humans are weird: The art of storytelling Act1

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“For you to pass this class you must tell me a story.”

The class chuckled at the teacher’s words but ceased as they saw the serious look on his face.

Araganath clasped his fingers as he looked at his students; the tips of his talons clicking against each other while his spider like eyes passed over the room. He was the only A’thulion at the institute and he used that to give himself an appearance of mystique. Students parted when he walked across the ceilings of halls even though he was well above them, dropped their discussions to hushed whispers as he approached, and most importantly to him lined up in droves to sign up for his class on “The Structure of Galactic Literature”.

The last bit he was rather fond of as not only did it insure his tenure but also hefted him a small bonus for each student that attended.

“What does the story have to be about?”

Araganath shrugged and waved his hands dismissively. “Any subject or theme is open; your main goal is to make me feel something. Do this and I will give you a passing grade for the entire year and you needn’t show up for another class; fail, and you will attend my class and learn the proper means of literary structure.”

This brought the desired bouts and whoops of excitement from his students as they prepared themselves for the challenge. Araganath smiled at this as he was about to deliver the “curve ball”, as they say.

“One last thing,” Araganath spoke as if just remembering, “you must tell me the story now; without any preparation or planning.”

The joyous smiles quickly faded from the students faces as they realized the trap he had laid. Many could no doubt tell a fantastical tale given enough time, but to give one on the spot? Many lacked the sharp wit and clarity of mind to concoct such a tale.

Motioned forward one at a time, the brave few that tried their luck were founding lacking.

“What good is a story if your character never faces any true peril? My offspring could do far better than that twaddle.”

“A sentient asteroid that loves to eat spaceships? Do I look like a child to you? Is this what you think entertains me?”

“Putting aside the fact you just made a justification for genocide, I will have you stay after class so we can have a word with the school director.”

Attempt after attempt was made and yet none could win over their unenthused teacher. His dozen eyes watched each as they spun their yarn and closed shut with disappointment. He never made them stop their story, he was fair enough to let them finish in their last chance to win him over, yet even with that extra rope all they did was hang themselves with one dimensional characters, painfully simplistic plot lines, and dreadful endings that left more answers than questions.

After about an hour only one potential challenger remained and stepped forward; a human transfer student by the name of Brian Craw.

 “This story is called “The wish and the snail”.” They began.

Araganath stifled a scoff but said nothing else as the student continued.

“In the far of desert of my homeworld called Earth some twenty thousand years ago, a man stumbled upon an ancient tomb filled with but a single treasure; a strange lamp of the purest gold resting atop a lone podium.”  

“The man went to the lamp and picked it up and rubbed it to make it shine when a gout of smoke emerged from the end. Falling backwards in surprise the man saw the smoke take form into the shape of a mighty Genie!”

“What is a Genie?” Araganath inquired.

“A being of immense magical power from my people’s folklore capable of granting any wish but at a terrible and often unforeseen cost.”

Araganath nodded for the student to continue now that his confusion had been dissipated.

“”Name any wish and I shall grant it!” the Genie spoke loudly. The man paused and thought about his options. He could wish to be free from this dessert, but he felt he could find his own way out if given another day. He could wish to be the richest man on the planet, but he could not carry his riches out of the dessert alone and if he brought others back there was no guarantee that they would not betray him.”

“Finally after much deliberating the man said “I wish to be immortal; to never feel pain or harm, to never age or feel the ravages of time, and to be free to live my life as I am now.”

“A great tempest swept into the tomb and surrounded the man in a vortex of thrashing winds. “YOUR WISH IS GRANTED” the genie boomed as an unearthly glow consumed the man. When the winds finally died down the man opened his eyes and felt as if he was a god. “You will be immortal till the end of time itself so long as your conditions are met.” “

“”Conditions?” the man asked.” The student said in a thick accent, ”What conditions?””

  “The genie pointed down to the ground in front of the man and now before him was a small snail. “You will remain immortal so long as this snail does not touch you.” The genie’s voice boomed. “It is immune from harm and like you is immortal. It will forever know where you are at any given time and always be seeking to touch you.””

“”That is all?” the man laughed. “I have nothing to fear then.””

“With that said the man climbed out of the tomb and looked out over the dry dessert. He took a moment look back down but could not see the genie anymore, only the snail slowly following after him.”

“This is your story?” Araganath inquired. “I would hardly call this a tale worthy of a free pass.”

“Because we have only finished act 1.” The student countered and

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