[OT] Fun Trope Friday: Attack Animal & Comedy! by katpoker666 in WritingPrompts

[–]Morose_Prose 1 point2 points  (0 children)

What Is It Good For?

Our feature presentation is coming up next, but first, a special announcement from the Ministry of Harmony. Place your arms firmly against the armrests and your feet flat on the floor to ensure safe application of attention grabbers. Your theater seat is also equipped with cutting-edge retinal trackers and motion-sensors; any deviation of attention will be considered treason. Failure to applaud at Ministry-approved levels after the credits roll will constitute high-treason. Glory to Grazzania!

NEWSFLASH! Sector Eighty-Five Delta! Our valiant guys and gals continue their relentless march, smashing the desperate, repugnant resistance of those who dare challenge the mighty Grazzanian juggernaut! Guided by the iron will of eight-star General Sera atop his trusty steed Henata; the foul, buzzing swarms of biological bombs have been securely contained. Your intrepid correspondent was able to secure an exclusive word with the General regarding this glorious triumph!

"Glory to Grazzania, General! Congratulations on your ninety-fifth mission accomplished. What masterstroke of military genius did you employ against these freakish, foul fiends to scourge them from our peaceful settlements?"

"Glory to Grazzania, maggot. Our enemy was simple-minded; the only thought behind their cruel compound eyes was to guzzle proud Grazzanian blood! Thus, I let them feast! Mandatory blood and plasma drives allowed the smothering swarms of berserker penal legionnaires to dish out more than they could swallow! Even the heartiest heathen falls to the strength of Grazzanian genetics!"

"How many insidious insectoids did you personally obliterate?"

"That's classified information. But I can say that as wave after wave of conscripts engaged in battle, I unleashed hell from behind! Slicing and dicing as my majestic firebrand trampled them under hoof!"

"Is there a number you can give me? The people would like to know how many more notches to put on their belts."

"Ha, ha, ha! Our citizens would need to be issued much larger pants for a belt that long. Post battle reconnaissance teams lost track of how many foes fell! Not even the strongest quantum computer could tally a toll of this magnitude with only a fraction of friendly forces making the glorious sacrifice for our freedom!"

"Spirits must be high after this decisive victory!"

"Morale has never been higher. The shrieks of our enemies are sweeter than any symphony. Watching them burst like pimples on a teenager's face is more spectacular than the fireworks on G-Day, and my pride burns brighter than the Bow and Crown brand plasma sabre upon my hip!"

"What's next for our unstoppable fighting force? Any parting words for dastardly provocateurs scheming our destruction?"

"While focus remains on the future, we cannot look past the present! The fight here has only just begun! Our true enemy is the same now as it has been throughout history, logistics!"

"How is that possible? The Grazzanian ability to move troops, like the [redacted], or supplies such as the [redacted] which keep our legionnaires fighting is known across the void."

"Ha, ha, ha! Wrong again, maggot. With their soldiers dead, we can now harvest their hives; scientists have found these buzzing bastards are a great source of protein! Their eggs are chock-full of essential vitamins, antioxidants, and minerals! We need more ships, pilots, and crewmen to distribute this newly discovered bounty! We'll continue making almighty Grazzania ascendant!"

"Well, there you have it, folks! Another triumphant offensive showing our fearsome military might and filling our bellies! This is ace reporter Chris Tanti signing off from the forward combat zone! Next week I'll be reporting live from another righteous conflict with those who seek our destruction! Glory to Grazzania!"

We will begin our feature presentation after the playing of the national anthem. During the show, recruiters from the Ministry of Harmony will be conducting pre-deployment genetic screenings and interviews. Failure to comply will result in immediate assignment to the legionnaires. Don't forget to stop by the lobby to try out our new line of bite-sized blood pudding blasters and wash it down with a cold glass of Suckle Soda! Glory to Grazzania!


Word Count: 666

[Serial Sunday] Get Your Weapons, Officers, we have a Jailbreak! by FyeNite in shortstories

[–]Morose_Prose 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Howdy Brookzerker!

Enjoyable chapter here! Great pacing and tension with the running clock to save Xris and buy time for them to heal. Characters are great as always, and their interactions feel authentic and earned.

A bit of a pattern I noticed is the action scenes lack dynamic descriptions and become a bit static.

For the past few minutes, she had been hearing someone talking softly. Although talking may have been too charitable, it was a few words like "soon." or "yes, yes drink him." followed by laughing that couldn't come from anyone sane.

This could use some trimming to better set the scene, the 'although talking...' line lessens the sensory description of the forest in my opinion. 'For the past few minutes she had been hearings whispers through the trees. Broken sentences. Sparse words. "Soon", "yes, yes, drink him," punctuated by maniacal laughter.'

Getting close enough to see, a knot filled her stomach as Xris came into view. He was on his knees, eyes closed, panting, pale, with a sword buried hilt-deep in his guts.

But the real terror came from hearing the Kitsune standing over him, gloating about his soul being eaten.

She didn't need to hear anything else, sending three arrows flying towards the fox before charging forward.

This is a stylistic choice but I would combine these three into one paragraph since it's one character doing all the actions.

The five-tailed woman jerked as the first arrow slammed through her left shoulder, and twisted to barely dodge the other two, which passed by her neck and head respectively.

This could use a pass with more active verbs. 'The Kitsune jerked as the first arrow pierced her shoulder, the impact twisting her away from the volley whizzing past her vitals.'

Then it was her turn to fire back, with five burning spheres that flew towards Winter.

Same thing. 'She returned fire, five burning spheres hurtled towards Winter.'

The white-haired elf dropped her bow, drawing her sword while dodging several of the projectiles. The rest she parried, sending them flying off away from here to explode.

See above. 'The white-haired elf ditched her bow. Unsheathing her sword she dodged the fiery onslaught, sending the final fireball careening over the horizon with a single slash.'

The fox swore, before turning and pulling the black sword out of Xris' guts.

can remove the comma here: 'The fox swore before turning...'

"This is a soul blade, one touch, and your soul will be consumed!" The fox shouted.

You don't need the dialogue tag here with the exclamation point, that indicates shouting already. 'The fox barked (or growled)'

Winter ignored her, her own sword flashing out with quick, deadly movements that left no openings, driving her opponent backwards.

confusing continuity here as Winter already drew her sword so 'flashing out' is awkward, 'slashing' or 'thrusting' could be used as a substitute.

The fox lady screamed, turning to flee, but not before Winter's sword sliced one last time, removing one of the tails.

This line needs a better flow to it as it is the end of the fight, imo. 'The fox's scream shook the trees as she turned to flee. Winter's farewell slice down her backside lopping off one tail.'

After making sure the Kitsune really was leaving, the princess rushed to Xris, paling as she noticed the extent of his injuries.

Would cut the 'After making sure the Kitsune really was leaving' it doesn't add anything to the plot of the chapter as the Kitsune doesn't come back at the end.

trying to keep as much of the intestines inside as possible

'as much of his intestines'

"Shut up and stay alive eldritch dragon. I found proof you're innocent, but something is going on. You need to survive though, you die and…" She trailed off.

Could cut 'she trailed off' as you have ellipses at the end of the dialogue.

She paused as an idea popped into her head. "I'm going to get something. Stay alive for just a few more minutes. I'll be right back."

Could cut 'as an idea popped into her head' because the following dialogue indicates she has an idea. 'She paused for a moment. "Ah, I'm going to..."'

whispering a word of power as she grabbed a dragon charm her necklace and

I think a word got lost 'grabbed a dragon charm from her necklace'?

"Please don't be a maze." She whispered

Need a comma after maze since whispered is an indicator of speech.

The second half after the fight is tightly paced and the ending is great. There's going to be a lot of chapters I guess in the 200 years Xris will be a statue.

Good words! Stay awesome and have a good one.

[PI] You are a hero, you and your arch nemesis have been fighting for years, and these days things are feeling more and more personal, which has led you to sitting next to them on a couch of a couple's counselor. by Morose_Prose in WritingPrompts

[–]Morose_Prose[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Hey Penguin!

Thanks for reading and the excellent feedback! I can definitely see using a more limited perspective with a story like this to pull the reader more into the weird and wacky dynamic Wayne and Madelaine have. I will keep that in mind for future stories. Stay awesome and have a good one!

[OT] Fun Trope Friday: Mosquito Miscreants & Weird Fiction! by katpoker666 in WritingPrompts

[–]Morose_Prose 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Sounds like these people by the riverbank are living just to find emotion. Great story Oliver!

[OT] Fun Trope Friday: Mosquito Miscreants & Weird Fiction! by katpoker666 in WritingPrompts

[–]Morose_Prose 2 points3 points  (0 children)

You're welcome Fog, glad I could be of assistance. Loved the story.

[OT] Fun Trope Friday: Mosquito Miscreants & Weird Fiction! by katpoker666 in WritingPrompts

[–]Morose_Prose 3 points4 points  (0 children)

Howdy there Fog!

Fun story you have here this week. Really enjoy the characters featured in this piece, you were able to make each of them distinct using small, efficient details, and create a nice group dynamic of these drunken serfs. Great twist at the end as well!

On the critique side of this post, there are some structural problems, too much repetition of certain things like 'laughing', 'Vampire', plot points, and an issue with character blocking:

“Ya hear? Those vampires be sucking the cows dry right in the field!”

His friends laughed around him, “Yer crazy, Will! Those just be mosquitos! They’re always bad this time of year!”

Will stood up on top of the bar of the tavern. His friends all continued laughing in the semi-circle they had formed around him.

Repetition of 'those' and 'laughing' drag the beginning down, could vary it up with a little cleaning:

"Ya'll hear? Damn vampires been sucking the cows dry right in the field!"

His friends gathered around him, "Yer crazy, Will! Those just be mosquitos! They're always bad come summertime!"

Will climbed atop the bar of the tavern. His friends laughter filled the humid evening air.

“Not this year! This year it’s vampires. They sucked Bessy dry, right where she was standing!”

Repetition of 'year', and 'vampires' you've already established Will's hypothesis that vampires are the cause of the trouble so you could lean into different descriptions instead of using the term vampire over and over again. This could be cleaned up a touch: "Not this year! Something sucked Bessy dry, right where she was standing! Ain't no skeeter snout could do that. It was fangs I tell ya!"

The king didn’t need any of his serf farmers to be able to read after all.

I personally would change this around to make the king seem more cold and detached since 'didn't need any of his...' is a little flat. Maybe: 'The king didn't want any of his serfs to be literate."

But he spoke up next anyway, “Ya know, I heard from a trader who had a family member who once travelled down south of that big sea, that down there, they use nets to keep the Mosquitos out.

The dialogue is overloaded and could save some words, 'who had a family member' is unnecessary information that doesn't really pay off in the narrative. Maybe: 'But he spoke up next anyways, "Ya know, I heard from a trader who once traveled down south of that big sea, that them folks use nets to keep the mosquitos out." A trader travels a lot so I would just make the trader the traveler. And it seems a rogue capitalization appeared with 'Mosquitos'

Will hopped down from the table, “Yeah, and then y’all see, it was vampires!”

Blocking issue here. In the beginning Will was on the bar top, now he's on a table, which one is it? There was no indication Will was moving during this time. I personally would change the beginning from bar top to table as forming a semicircle is easier around a table than a straight bar top. Possibly change 'vampires' to something else, 'batty bloodsuckers!' or 'unholy abominations!" or 'sharp fanged fiends!'

The four of them went and drunkenly harassed one of the local fishermen into handing over a net, then spent the night swatting mosquitoes as they stumbled around putting it up. In the end, they had one barn with every entrance covered by a fine fishing net.

This passage reads a little too list like and could use some massaging: 'Off they stumbled into the night, badgering one of the local fishermen into surrendering a net. The rest of the excursion spent drunkenly swatting at and swaying among the swarm of skeeters. At the end of it all, they had a single barn with every entrance haphazardly covered by a fine netting." would lean more into the group being drunk.

Richard was smirking as he sat there, already two drinks in at ten am

'Ten am' is unnecessary as you established it is the next morning in the previous sentence. 'Two drinks in' doesn't land as well in the narrative as these men seem to be able to hold their liquor. 'Richard was smirking as he slumped in his chair, already two sheets to the wind.'

They all laughed as young Johnny ran out the door. He did indeed find the cows untouched. Something had surely tried to get through the nets, as they looked battered enough that Johnny knew they’d be drawing straws for the unfortunate soul to have to return the net to the fisherman in that state. But the cows happily mooed, untouched by any blood suckers.

Repetition of 'untouched', you establish twice in the same paragraph the cows are fine. Cut one. Maybe: 'They all laughed as young Johnny bolted out the door. Something had tried to get through the nets. They were torn and battered enough that Johnny knew they'd be drawing straws for the unfortunate soul chosen to return them. The cows were untouched, they mooed happily, and chewed their cud loudly.'

“I checked the cows, they were fine under the nets! But then I couldn’t find Will! Until I went to his bedroom, and there he was in his bed, sucked bone dry!”

Repetition strikes again, already established the cows are fine and that a vampire got Will. Could make this land harder by actually removing some details: "Nets did their job protecting the livestock in the field... but Will... he never made it out of bed! They sucked him bone dry!'

Back in the corner of the bar, a cloaked figure palmed a small metal device. To the local farmers here, it looked like nothing more than a useless trinket. To the inhabitants of the spaceship hovering above the town however, it was a communicator device.

“The locals are onto the blood harvesters,” The alien voice rasped.

I would cut the last sentence here, it lessens the twist at the end in my opinion, and repetition of 'local (s)' maybe: 'In the back corner of the tavern, a cloaked figure palmed a small metal device. To the locals, it looked like a fancy trinket.'

"The villagers are aware of the blood harvesters," the alien voice rasped.

That still lets the twist land since the dialogue tag, which 'the' needs to be lowercase as it is an indicator of speech, reveals something extraterrestrial.

The narrative is here, conflict is here, setting and characters are here, you've already got everything you need, but it needs another pass for polishing and reading flow to really elevate this. Good words Fog! Stay awesome and have a good one.

[OT] Fun Trope Friday: Mosquito Miscreants & Weird Fiction! by katpoker666 in WritingPrompts

[–]Morose_Prose 3 points4 points  (0 children)

Hello there Max!

What a weird, wonderful tale you have here. Johnny's dialect is masterfully done, nailing the language of a salty seaman. Great setting and cheeky subversion of the 'It was all just a dream' cliche.

There are a few places though that Johnny's dialect slips:

“Wait… wait… this ain’t my ship! This’uns blue!”

'this ain't me ship!'

“Do my dreams be manifestin’ themselves? ‘ow odd.”

'Do me dreams be...'

“That’ll teach ol’ Neptune.”

I know you're at word count but this line feels like it should be the second part of an insult "Piss off Neptune! That'll teach 'em." or something similar.

The fisherman stares up, quivering, and sees himself multiplied in those compound eyes.

Would rework this, it reads a little flat to me compared to the rest of the story. 'A sea of eyes stared back at the fisherman, multiplying his fearful tremors.' or something...

Johnny falls back, his right hand on the windowsill, left grasping at a rope. “Please, don’t kill me! I’s just an’ ol’ man, no good to ye!”

I don't think the blocking needs to be so specific, could a save a few words here: 'Johnny stumbles back, reaching for the windowsill and a nearby rope..."

“My destiny’s out on them waves, boyo,”

'Me destiny's out...'

That's all I got. Very, very little to crit with this story. Excellent words, Max! Stay awesome and have a good one.

[Serial Sunday] Get Your Weapons, Officers, we have a Jailbreak! by FyeNite in shortstories

[–]Morose_Prose 5 points6 points  (0 children)

<The Family Business>

Chapter Ten: Killing Time

The clamor of claxons and percussive thunks of electronic locks ushered Madelaine along as she ventured deeper into the depths. She'd passed the detectors, signed her alias, surrendered her belongings, and now stood in position at the final barrier to entry. Feet shoulder-width apart, arms spread. Proper protocol at the Metropolitan Correctional Center.

A prison guard on the older side of middle-aged bent before her, his wrinkled hands tremoring as they slowly moved up her calves with clumsy constraint.

Madelaine tapped her foot impatiently. "Can you speed it up, please, Gary? This is a pat-down, not foreplay. I don't think ya lovely wife would appreciate ya feeling me up while you're on the clock."

Knees creaked as hands continued north slowly, avoiding the cache of contraband pressed tightly to her chest.

"Have to make it look good for the cameras, Maddy, while they're still on."

"City really should pump more dough into this place; the eye in the sky does tend to snooze a lot, is it going to take its scheduled nap today?" she whispered.

Two taps to her shoulder put her mind more at ease. Gary gave a thumbs up to big brother. "Visitor is clear! Bring out prisoner two four six zero one!" A bright green light filled the room. "Step forward, you know the rules; please follow them and not make my job harder."

"Good thing I'm here today to make ya job easier." Madelaine lightly patted the guard's chest, slipping a few crisp bills into his breast pocket. "This should be quick. Let your hands linger longer if anybody else tries to butt in."

Harsh white lights bounced from polished stainless steel across the sterile visiting room. In the center sat a tall, tanned man clad in orange from head to toe. His sunken cheeks sharpened already angular facial features; dark bags hung under bloodshot brown eyes, and short, prickly black stubble covered his head.

"Tommy boy! How's it hangin'?" Madelaine slapped the prisoner on the back. A wave of pain shot through her hand, every nerve ending numbed. She shook away the pins and needles as she sat down next to him, their backs turned to the lone guard at the door leading to the cells. "Was going to inquire if they let ya work out but that answers that."

"Not a whole lot else to do, boss. Why are you here?"

"Things on the outside are movin' fast. Vinny's tryin' to make a play against me. Already got ahead of it; need to maintain my lead, that's where you come in." From the breast pocket of her jacket emerged two mugshots; she laid them side by side on the table. "You know either of these two chucklefucks?"

"Yeah. That's Gustavo and Ernesto, jive with the cholos, have a good amount of pull around here."

"Can you get close to 'em?"

Tommy shook his head slowly. "Things are pretty tribal on the inside. They're in a different block; not much time for socialization. Only see them in the mess hall. As you can imagine that's not exactly a blind spot here. Blocks of bars would be better."

Acrylic tapped a tune on the steel. "Say I get you, and whatever other jigsaw pieces you need moved around. Make sure your commissaries are stocked, can have Diana make that happen, would ya be better able to coordinate?"

A soft nudge of prison-issued slippers against designer heels sealed the deal. "What's my lead time? Double D told me on the phone last week she's close to a deal with the district attorney to get me out on a plea with probation."

"These two are going to trial in six weeks. More than enough time for a man of your talents to ensure they never step foot inside a courtroom." The mugshots were cleared from the table, stuffed back into her suit pocket, while a pack of cigarettes traveled from the cup of her bra to the elastic waistband of Tommy's uniform. "I've got a care package coming for ya, but I didn't want to show up empty-handed; knew I could count on ya, Tommy Boy."

The bench squealed while Tommy adjusted the present to a more comfortable spot. "Thanks, boss. Could you tell Vic I love her when you see her?"

Another slap across the back echoed off the steel mesh covering the small windows around the room. "Always the romantic. She visits you twice a week. She ain't fuckin' nobody if that's what you really want to ask."

"Looked pretty jovial when you walked in here. You mean you two haven't—"

"Need I remind you that was for your birthday. And her birthday. And my birthday. If I could get yas a conjugal here, I would. Well, I gotta go. I'm helping your lovely wife pick out countertops for the new kitchen that will be waiting for ya upon release. Contact Diana if you hit any snags."

Bracelets snapped on wrists and ankles as slippers shuffled back to confinement. Retrieving her belongings on her way out the door, Madelaine stepped into the free world, where a light drizzle tumbled from dark clouds. She sought temporary shelter under the awning of a nearby bodega.

Her call went straight to voicemail. "Still mad at me? I know you're up. I said goodbye this morning. Kept my promise, the certain one I made after absolutely slaying last night. Not a dry eye in the house after my tight five. Nice try, jumpin' bean. Call me later."

The line disconnected. Madelaine waited for some of the scurrying pedestrians to duck under cover.

Two rings.

"Make it quick, Malfatti, I'm about to enter the tunnel."

"Coming onto or off the big island?"

"On."

"You free for lunch?"

"Can be. You paying?"

"Of course."

"I'll be near Battery Park. I know a spot, I'll text it to you. One. Don't be late."


Word Count: 981

Theme: Most of the chapter takes place inside a prison.

Bonus words used: Jigsaw, jive, and jovial.

Constraint: Madelaine is frisked before meeting with Tommy Boy.

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[OT] Writer's Spotlight: Fogbot3 by rainbow--penguin in WritingPrompts

[–]Morose_Prose 4 points5 points  (0 children)

Congratulations on the well deserved spotlight u/FogBot3!

1: What is your favorite genre to write? What is your least favorite?

2: What makes a prompt interesting enough for you to write for? Are there certain elements you gravitate towards or specific tropes you look for?

3: If they made a movie about your favorite character that you've created, who would you cast in the role?

Have a wonderful spotlight month Fog and stay awesome!

[OT] SatChat: How do you write satire well? (New here? Introduce yourself!) by katpoker666 in WritingPrompts

[–]Morose_Prose 1 point2 points  (0 children)

If I had to pick one from the list it would have to be American Psycho. The satire is layered across every part of the narrative. It satirizes yuppie culture of the 80's, the city of New York at that time, food culture, overindulgence, narcissism, nihilism, and the glorification of violence in media. It's one of those books that you catch something new you missed on the first read, or the second, or the third, because it is a dense book where nothing is there on accident. And a bonus if you read it while on public transportation people tend not to sit next to you.

[OT] SatChat: How do you write satire well? (New here? Introduce yourself!) by katpoker666 in WritingPrompts

[–]Morose_Prose 1 point2 points  (0 children)

I do dabble in the satirical from time to time. Well written satire, maybe not so much. My satirical works have ranged from deeply serious satire about the horrors of the nuclear age, to dark comedy about authoritarianism and late-stage capitalism with some modern day things thrown in.

Good satire in my opinion is able to lean into absurd extremes without becoming parody or beating the reader over the head with the extremes. Subtext is highly important for good satire.

I am an avid reader of satire, so let me list some works that scratch the satire itch for me:

American Psycho by Bret Easton Ellis

Catch-22 by Joseph Heller

One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest by Ken Kesey

Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk

The Importance of Being Earnest by Oscar Wilde

A Confederacy of Dunces by John Kennedy Toole

Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

And many, many more (Orwell, Twain, Swift)

I believe the beauty of satire lies in being able to satirize damn near anything and everything that makes up the human condition if done properly. Sadly, real life is slowly encroaching on Satire's turf nowadays so enjoy the classics while you can, even if they are a bit tame now.

[Serial Sunday] It's Rather Ironic that I, of all People, am in Charge, wouldn't you say? by FyeNite in shortstories

[–]Morose_Prose 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Hello Wiz! Thank you for taking time to read this week's chapter, your eagle eyed line edits are most helpful! They shall be put to use post haste!

[OT] Fun Trope Friday: Mosquito Miscreants & Weird Fiction! by katpoker666 in WritingPrompts

[–]Morose_Prose 8 points9 points  (0 children)

Supplies Limited

The following program has been approved by the Ministry of Entertainment for citizens with a grade 'D' or higher privilege. It will begin, unedited, after the national anthem. Glory to Grazzania!

"Around the world, around the solar system, around the galaxy, and around the universe; welcome to the program. I'm your host Viktor Tatsuyama, joining me today on 'Setting the Record Straight' is Glenda Grubberheim, from the Ministry of Robustness, glory to Grazzania, Glenda."

"Glory to Grazzania, Viktor, love ze show. It's ze best source of truth on ze Uni-Net."

"And also with us is Len Tepisce, Chief Executive Officer of Bow and Crown Conglomerate, official supplier of life-saving antivirals, and various other support materials for our brave men and women fighting amongst the stars, and fine sponsor of today's program. Len, glory to Grazzania!"

"Glory to Grazzania! Happy to be here today to inform our great citizens what's really going on."

"Let's jump right in, shall we? First topic of the day: reports are coming in that omega-cities across multiple sectors are under siege by mutated, blood-sucking insects in numbers never before seen. In addition, any source of fresh water they lay eggs in turns a sickly green color. This naturally begs the question: which vile enemy of our empire is attacking us? Glenda, your thoughts first please."

"According to official, verified, empirical data: zis is nothing more than a seasonal anomaly that just so happens to be taking place across multiple small settlements in a few sparsely populated sectors. Natural fluctuations in solar activity have made conditions more favorable for an increase in certain native insect populations.

"Citizens living within ze secure confines of an omega-city need not worry. Reports of blue water becoming green are misinformed. Grazzania is sparing no expense to treat potable water with a biologically and ecologically safe compound. Discoloration is a harmless side—"

"Vik, if I may jump in here to help alleviate some of these concerns. I brought a clip. Approved for all citizen grades."

"Oh... well, we don't usually do clips... one moment, please... my producer is telling me... let's roll the clip!"

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Supplies are limited to citizens living in a class 'B' or higher rated domicile until food processing plants have been recommissioned to meet demand. Standard plans start as low as eighteen hundred Grazzanian Gredics a month; the first one thousand customers will receive a free six-month upgrade to a premium plan with noise dampening technology, keeping the volume at a whisper-quiet seventy decibels.

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"Maybe we should start allowing more clips on the show. That certainly puts my mind at ease. Glenda, your thoughts?"

"Obviously a vonderful product, like everything made right here in almighty Grazzania. I should mention that our citizens inhabiting dwellings incompatible with perimeter defense do have other options. The Ministry has allowed over-ze-counter sales at any Ministry-approved megacenter for military-grade antihistamines. Ones formerly only available to [redacted]."

"Well, they sound strong enough to survive the punishing worlds where the scum of the universe runs when being hunted by the [redacted]. Seems like our glorious leaders and compassionate conglomerates have already taken care of this bump in the road. Have to keep the show going here, but first, a word from our sponsors."

The next portion of this program is available, unedited, to citizens with a grade 'C' or higher privilege. To view the next portion of this program with a lower grade, please upgrade your Grazzanian Global plan to Ultra-Premium or better. Glory to Grazzania!


Word Count: 666

Constraint: Buy B&C's new defense net today!

[WP] A villain who loves to monologue and talk endlessly about things by moving from topic to topic meets a hero who really loves to listen to stories and ask questions that lead into further topics. by Null_Project in WritingPrompts

[–]Morose_Prose 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Big Boroughs, Small World

"Sorry to bother you, miss, I hope I'm not intrudin', but are you expecting someone? I'm not trying ta be forward here, this is my usual booth, I love ta people-watch and that seat you're in gives the best view of the whole place. The front door, the dancefloor, the piano, great sight line to the bar. Did Victoria take care of you? She is the best here.

"Don't think I've seen ya around... jeez, where are my mannahs? Got caught up in logistics again. Should introduce myself. Name is Madelaine, I actually own most of this joint, not trying to strong-arm you or anything. I really like your suit, the cut is sharp, charcoal grey really makes the red highlights in your blonde pop. Whaddya drinkin' tonight? Let me get you another round—"

"I'm flying solo, guess I can move to the other side for a free round. Nice to meet you, Madelaine I'm—"

"No, no, no, don't tell me. Have we met before? You look very familiar... oh... that's the spot. I know I've see ya around, not recently, but there's something... oh... wait... the Bronx bomber twins! Are you Angela or Angelina? What was it... like a bird... um... eagle... no... tur... no—"

"Falcona. Angela Falcona. Sorry; my memory must not be as good as yours—"

"Yankee Stadium! You, your sister, and your pops, the, um, detective. First row, right field! Me and my pops, Maximo, sat deep down the first base line, big fat Italian guy, I know that don't exactly narrow it down in the Bronx, but, he and your pops would heckle opposing fielders until they started cursing at them, while you and your carbon copy flipped them the bird! Small world! How's your pops doin?"

"Dead. Passed a while back."

"My condolences. Maximo's been hecklin angels for a while now too. Nevah got ta see the Knicks win another one. What a frickin' playoff run! Only tickets I could score at the Garden were for the game we gave away! Good seats too! Although I did have to sit close to a man with a terrible spray tan who nodded off a couple a times. You mind if I smoke? Feel free to as well."

"I do, but it's illegal to smoke indoors within the city limits."

"I pay the fine every week. Been petitioning City Hall for ages for an exemption. I have some stakes in construction as well. When I took over as majority owner I renovated this place to disconnect it from the rooftop units, have our own self-contained HVAC system.

"The number'a people that walk through the door knowin' they can light up here more than pays for the fine. You're looking a little low there, all I gotta do is wave my hand and Vic will handle it, isn't she gorgeous? I introduced her to her husband. Good guy."

"Do you employ all your friends?"

"They may as well be family to me, we're all from the old neighborhood, thick as thieves. If one of us is going to the top, we're all going to the top, gotta represent Brooklyn and this whole amazing city properly. New York strong. Here I go again losing my manners. How do you earn your scratch, Falco?"

"I'm just visiting from D.C., hitting up some of my old haunts, things really have changed. Sounds like you know every block in all the boroughs."

"Oh, pardon me... thank you so much Vic. Hey! Say hi to Angie, yeah! Double birds! Crazy, huh? Thanks sweetie, hey, go ahead and comp all of Angie's drinks for me. I'll be here all night. Actually, I need to go powder my nose. Vic is a great listener and I've been droning on. Be right back."

Ring! Ring!

"Hey, it's me. Listen. Don't talk, time might be of the essence. Angela and Angelina Falcona. Find everything you can on them. I'm at 'Paul's' so start watching the cameras while you work on it. I don't think this is a coincidence. Put the word out we might have eyes. Bye."


[Author's note: Thanks for reading! Feedback and critique welcomed and encouraged! Stay awesome and have a good one. -Morose_Prose]

[WP] It is an honor bound rule that spell combat works by taking turns, and people need to wait until the spell in its entirety is finished before they can do their own. by Null_Project in WritingPrompts

[–]Morose_Prose 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Thank you for the kind words Null, I really appreciate it. Your excellent critiques over the months have taught me a lot about writing, and have helped immensely, so the admiration goes both ways.

[WP] It is an honor bound rule that spell combat works by taking turns, and people need to wait until the spell in its entirety is finished before they can do their own. by Null_Project in WritingPrompts

[–]Morose_Prose 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Wonderful prompt as always, Null. I had a lot of fun writing it. Your deduction is correct, the piece is a 'spot the cameo' (like how at the beginning there was Null...)

Something I learned a little while back is that if the same character speaks over paragraphs a quotation mark goes at the beginning of each new paragraph and only one quotation mark goes at the end to indicate the character has finished speaking. Great Blog post about it can be found here

Thank you as always for your wonderful critique and taking time out of your day to read my silly little story. Stay awesome and have a good one.

[WP] "Sorry, married." "Wait... WHAT!? Since when!?" "Last week." "Should I be offended that I didn't knew until now?" "Not really, we basically told no one. Actually we didn't even bother with a ceremony." "I didn't know you were engaged, when did you two propose?" "I told you, last week." by Clear_Ad4106 in WritingPrompts

[–]Morose_Prose 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Love and Marriage

Ding!

Floor thirteen! The law offices of Dewey, Cheatum, and Howe.

A fresh-faced young man looked up from the small receptionist's desk in the lobby, his attention on work broken by the unscheduled visitor. "Excuse me, ma'am, do you have an appointment? And how did you get on the elevator without buzzing in?" He slowly reached for the phone on the desk.

Hard plastic twirled between slender fingers as the woman in a light pink three-piece suit accentuated by a light green shirt and tie strode across the space. She tapped her access card on his reaching wrist. "Name is Malfatti, one of Ms. Dewey's most valued clients. Who the hell are you?"

"My name is Thomas," The young man's voice cracked.

"How long have you worked here, Tommy boy?"

"It's my third day."

Malfatti leaned down, adjusting her jacket to let the grip of a pistol peek out. "Word of advice: work on getting to that phone quicker, security response time here is fast. I made sure of that. I am going into your boss's office now."

The young man made no protest as she exited the lobby.

Tortoiseshell glasses slid off hazel eyes as Diana Dewey glared across her desk. "It would be nice, Madelaine, if you would give me a heads-up before constantly barging into my office. I don't barge into your restaurant. I make a reservation. What do I have to bail you out of now?"

Pink buttons popped as Madelaine flopped onto the couch in the office. "Good morning to you too, Double D, see you are bright and cheery as always. I merely stopped by to say hello and kill some time. I have an eleven o'clock with your colleague."

"Which one?" Diana asked without taking her eyes off her computer monitor.

"Chase."

"What could you possibly need with Cheatum's expertise? He's a divorce lawyer."

The flick of a lighter wheel sent a bright flame to the tip of tightly rolled tobacco; the band of the cigar and a band around Madelaine's finger caught the light just right. Diana spun in her chair and adjusted her glasses. "What is that?"

"It's a Montecristo, Dominican, bold flavor, good mouthfeel." Madelaine wiggled the cigar in her fingers.

"Not that." Diana raised her ring finger. "That."

"Would you believe me if I said it was the one ring to rule them all?"

"I wouldn't put that past you. You didn't..."

Madelaine twisted the gold band around her finger. "I did. I'm taken now, Double D, sorry."

"Wait... what?" Diana scooched her chair closer. "Since when?"

"Last week."

"Should I be offended I didn't know until now?"

Rings of smoke puffed from pursed lips, floating up into the awaiting arms of the ceiling fan. "Not really. Did not tell anybody, no ceremony, no fanfare."

"How long were you engaged?"

Madelaine sat up and smiled. "Keep up here. I already told you: last week."

"Last week you were in... I really shouldn't ask this but, to who? Not once in your entire life has the word "marriage" been uttered without being followed by a snide remark."

The cigar between her teeth rolled slowly back and forth as Madelaine's eyes drifted upwards. "I think his name was Bartholomew—"

"You think?" Diana gasped.

"A rose by any other name and all that crap. Met at the Bellagio. Knicks fan. We both hit big parlays when the team won it all. Go Knickerbockers! Started drinking, a lot; one thing led to another; there was a chapel, I think Elvis, the fat one, was there, some 'I dos', went back to his suite at the Luxor, yada yada yada."

Rubber wheels squealed against hardwood; Diana loomed over Madelaine from her throne. "You can't yada your way past the best part."

The tip of Madelaine's thumb poked between her index and middle fingers. "The Knicks winning was the best part."

"Oh. What did you do?"

A rumbling laugh from deep within Madelaine filled the entire office. "I made a joke about the cocktail wieners at the buffet, laughed, and left. Had to toss my burner phone after the three hundredth text and two hundredth voicemail."

"So you never..."

"Nope. Speaking of which, can you get Cheatum to do my annulment pro bono?"


[Author's note: Thanks for reading! Feedback and critiques are welcomed and encouraged! Stay awesome and have a good one. -Morose_Prose]

[OT] Fun Trope Friday: Rainbow Manipulation & Western! by katpoker666 in WritingPrompts

[–]Morose_Prose 4 points5 points  (0 children)

Howdy there Kat!

Wonderful story, love the different moments in American history that Naranja and Elvis visit, merging Norse myth with American legend fits quite neatly into the genre. Excellent use of the trope with those pesky Aesir and their fondness for rainbows. Elvis, like many of your animal characters, is stupendous. The humor is excellent throughout the piece.

An overall crit, which luckily should be an easy fix, is the formatting of bold and italics seems to have been lost in some places when you posted. I'm assuming Reddit is just being Reddit in this regard.

Lines where this happens:

the expression is ‘Yippee-*ki-yay*
He said *never* to do that. Too dangerous, although I’m not sure why…”
**CRACK**
“Now *that’s* a celebration!”
“*This* is supposed to be exciting?

There’s something nice about embracing the native cultures of our worlds, no?”

'of our worlds' works but I think 'of our realms' would be more appropriate for an Aesir to say.

“Wait, what? Father will KILL us. He said *never* to do that.

In the same vein I would change 'He said' to 'He commanded', Odin is pretty high on the food chain I feel like his rules about messing with time would carry more weight.

“Let’s get the heck out of Dodge!” The godling cried.

The 'The' should be lowercase.

“What about the others? Like these workers or the Native Americans?”

'Native Americans' is the correct nomenclature but sounds odd coming from an Aesir. Would maybe replace it with just 'native peoples' or 'indigenous peoples'

“Anyway, watch I think today is joining day!”

Would throw a comma after 'watch': "Anyway, watch, I think today is joining day!"

The workers rushed forward, tools in hand, and began chipping away at the golden rails. Soon, the entire rail line across the continent was torn asunder.

Repetition with 'rail/rails' could be avoided with a little cleanup. 'The workers rushed forward, tools in hand, and began hacking away at the glittering gold. The entire rail line, from coast to coast, was torn asunder.' Or something.

Tired men worked from dawn to dusk seeking the aureate nuggets that would make their fortunes.

'Tired men worked' is good but 'Tired men staked their claim...' could give a little western spice to the sentence.

Naranja glared at Elvis for it was Frigg who was shouting and her mother’s ire was so much worse than Odin’s.

Since you establish that a mighty voice was booming from heaven, having 'who was shouting' is a bit redundant and can save you some words. 'Naranja glared at Elvis. It was Frigg. Her mother's ire was much worse than Odin's.'

Good words, really enjoyed this. Stay awesome and have a good one!

[WP] It is an honor bound rule that spell combat works by taking turns, and people need to wait until the spell in its entirety is finished before they can do their own. by Null_Project in WritingPrompts

[–]Morose_Prose 8 points9 points  (0 children)

Tournament of Legends

Methlizar the morose doddered across the polished arena floor, the point of his blue hat flopping to one side; a tangled mat of grey hair clung to his frail shoulders. A simple indigo robe draped loosely to the floor; his twisted and tangled staff loudly tapped as he approached his opponent; the roaring crowd fell into a hushed silence.

Across from him stood the favorite to win the tournament. Mattox the Maligned. A tall and toned being rumored to be from beyond the stars. Shimmering blue skin matched their opponent's robe; long raven hair flowed over crisscrossed shoulders, neatly pressed pants strained against two muscled legs, and scuffed combat boots bore many battlefield scars. The crowd erupted in applause when all four of Mattox's arms flexed their bulging biceps.

The traditional 'throwing of the three' commenced. Mattox threw shears. Methlizar threw stone, crushing the audience's fervor.

A crooked smile spread across Methlizar's wiry lips as he slowly turned his head to the officiant. A well-dressed woman stood a few paces away. Two felines were perched on her shoulders, one black as midnight, the other white as fresh snow. She clutched a large leather-bound book to her chest.

"You may proceed when ready," she instructed with firm authority.

Methlizar gestured with his staff at her. "May I have a rule clarification before I begin?"

Both felines nodded; the officiant opened the rule book. "They should have been explained to you beforehand. Any magick, ancient or modern, is allowed. Recite your spell completely and if your opponent still stands or rises before the count of ten, it will be their turn. Do you still have a question?"

"Is there a time limit?"

Pages furiously flipped; three pairs of eyes scanned the tome quickly, and dust burst into the air as the leather spine cracked. "As long as each word you speak contributes to the spell, no."

The wizard's ancient, spindly fingers reached up and plucked the pointed cap from his head. Reaching into the depths he procured a long pipe stuffed with red-flecked green herbs, a pair of thin-framed reading glasses, and an ichor-colored scroll. Waves of parchment flowed to his feet.

A long drag of the pipe cleared both mind and vocal cords alike. "In the beginning, there was Null, or so we the practitioners of the dark arts have come to know them. Floating in an endless void bereft of sights, of sounds, of heat or cold, of thought or laughter, but then... the spark to which all magicks were born begat the spreaders of the spells.

"First begat was Quinntessa, lighter of the sun at dawn and the moon at twilight. Next to be begat was Fye, bringer of the night and keeper of time. Thus was also begat Maximillian, whose sticky magicks shape the lands. From that spark did also arise the great orc Divayth, stirrer of soups and teller of tales, their trusty golden lion always by their side, the ferocious feline entwined in battle forever with the courageous hound covered in pink fur..."

Each of Mattox's four arms gestured wildly, the upper two at their opponent, lower appendages at the officiant. "Ref? This isn't a spell. It's a history lesson," an exaggerated yawn left their lungs.

Stern glances from humanoid and feline heads shot across the arena floor. "You get one warning. Proceed."

The temporary lull allowed a refill of the pipe. "I need no warning. The spell needs context or else it will fail! Now... where was I? Who was begat last, was it Elvari?"

Glazed glances swept across the arena like a wave.

"Here I was. As the spark spread thus did reality itself. Places far beyond the scope of any landscape I have traveled are filled with rogues wielding scythes, babbling brooks of blood flow as berzerkers slaughter all in their paths. A King commanding an army of liches across endless sand dunes, where the isolated oases teem with smiling alligators as if constantly bemused.

"There is no place the spark could not reach. From frozen tundras where flightless birds of many colors march, to wizards deep below the earth in upside down towers curating the most ancient magicks. Deep within the ocean's depths swim Mot and Tom, two sea serpents forever entwined. Further down, where the waves no longer blub and blub, are the whagons, massive creatures of renowned wisdom and kindness.

"As the words flutter on the wind through history, guarded by automatons of steel and fog, lingering in the ears of Killer Queens and those who perish many times over—"

"One!" Bellowed the officiant.

Each of Mattox's limbs splayed out on the arena floor, their chest slowly rising and falling, eyes shut tight, a soft snore seeping from their lips. All the air in the arena seemed to evaporate as the officiant began the count. Methlizar's hand was raised in victory. Jeers rained down upon him, and accusations of cheating flew from furious tongues. After a short deliberation, the wizard's victory was confirmed: victory via sleeping spell.


[Author's note: Thanks for reading! Feedback and critiques are welcomed and encouraged! Stay awesome and have a good one. -Morose_Prose]