FFM 21 Day 10: The Spirits I summoned by SunlessSquid, literature
Literature
FFM 21 Day 10: The Spirits I summoned
“WE, EREBUS, HAVE AWAKENED! WE ARE THE DESTROYER OF WORLDS, THE SOURGE OF MANKIND, THE SLAYER OF...WHY ARE WE WEARING A DRESS?” Silence. Then…”This was not supposed to happen. You were supposed to be outside. Not IN here.” “WE WILL TAKE OVER THIS INFERIOR VESSEL AND CLEANSE THIS EARTH OF HUMANKIND!” "...uh, hello? I don't mean to disturb, but…" “O my, it was this gap in the pentagram, wasn’t it? Must have accidentally wiped away the chalk with my sleeve...what will the mistress say...but anyway, you are still supposed to serve me!” “WE WILL DO THE DARK BIDDING THAT SUMMONED US TO THIS PLACE, THEN WE ARE NO LONGER BOUND! YOU WILL BE OURS, PETTY HUMAN!” “Um, excuse me, is this the afterlife?” “WHAT IS YOUR BIDDING?” “Well, mistress kind of wanted me to clean the house...” “CLEAN THE HOUSE?” “Uh, dust off the shelves, do the laundry, empty the chamberpots, sweep the floors...” Indignated silence. “EREBUS, THE DESTROYER OF WORLDS, SCOURGE OF MANKIND, SLAYER OF THE INNOCENT HAS BEEN
FFM 21 Day 9: The Perfect Moment by SunlessSquid, literature
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FFM 21 Day 9: The Perfect Moment
“Where is the exhibition?” Modern art had never been that much of Selima’s thing. It seemed awfully pretentious, but maybe it was her personal shortcoming that she couldn't see the deeper meaning behind a spoilt piece of butter someone had stuck to the ceiling. She liked numbers and equations, questions that demanded "yes" or "no" or "7.53" for an answer. Naturally, she had been sceptical when Thana invited her to join her art history friends for an art exhibition to celebrate the end of exam period. Right now, Thana was looking at her with a slightly annoyed expression. “I mean, we have passed some plastic flamingoes, some pink and purple neon tubes, a molten vase and a janitor’s office that might actually just have been a janitor’s office. At least I deduce that from the nibbled cheese sandwich. Where is the actual exhibition?” Thana’s face changed from annoyed to weary. “This IS the exhibition, you philistine.” While Thana’s friends fawned over something that seemed to be a pile
He couldn’t remember if it was Saturday or Sunday and apparently the answer was “no”. The calendar still showed the date of last Friday, but judging from the rose-tinted light shining in through the tiny window, it must have been night and then day again at least since he ripped off the last sheet from the calendar. He remembered that Friday evening had started with watching "Lord of the Rings". The rest was blurry. His head felt as if a group of very determined dwarfs was now conducting excavations in there. He doubted they would find any treasures but was pretty sure they woke up a Balrog. He shuffled into the kitchen to pour himself a glass of water and switched on the radio. Static crackled through the humid late summer air. He fiddled with the channels, but nothing. The TV was dead, too. Maybe there was a thunderstorm going on somewhere close. He thought he'd heard thunder or explosions in his sleep, but had attributed it to his hangover-noise sensitivity. Probably just the
FFM 21 Day 2: The Colours of Spring by SunlessSquid, literature
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FFM 21 Day 2: The Colours of Spring
"And they begged Her and kneeled before Her and tore at their clothes and their hair. And eventually the worst of Her wrath subsided, but Her heart was still seething with anger. "Very well", She said. Once again, I will bring you light and life. But it will cost you." The Binding of Spring, ancient folktale. This is my favorite season. Winters are frozen grey and white and black. Now after the first heavy rainfalls, the valley blooms with the colours of spring, red and green and yellow. We are not allowed to touch the colours. They hurt too much. "Why Is there a festival again?", Iris tugs at my sleeve. "It's every year", I say. She is too small to know what a year is. "Why?" The tugging continues. "So that the Great Sower makes everything grow and gives back the Sun and we have a harvest. And to make Her stop being mad at us." "Why is she mad?", There is a worried look on Iris face. She was born
FFM 2021 #27 - Cecilia by MyLovingWife, literature
Literature
FFM 2021 #27 - Cecilia
2051.04.11
Hello my darling,
You must just have woken up. It must be a bit confusing right now, but that’s ok. You have time. Time to read my logs; I have recorded one for each day of your trip. Maybe. My calculations might not be entirely exact. I also uploaded an entire library for you. It should keep you busy for a while; I know you… you will read fast.
Today I’ll keep it short.
You’re on a flight to a new place, a new world, far from where you were conceived.
You and the other passengers will reach a planet in another solar system that is viable for humans. And hopefully you won’t repeat the mistakes we