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The Ossuary Moon

We’ve all heard tales of the moon being made of cheese, but what if it were made of bones? Bone fragments. Bone dust. Partial skeletons from animals we have no name for, no knowledge of. What if the moon were made of bones? I confess that before the expedition I would have regarded such a question as the childish fancy of an unstable mind, and perhaps it would have been better for me had I remained ignorant. There are truths which do not enlighten mankind but diminish it, truths so vast and malignant that the human intellect recoils from them as flesh recoils from flame. I know this now. I know it because I have walked upon the moon, placed my hands upon its ancient white soil, and discovered that the pale dust clinging to my gloves was not dust at all. There were seven of us aboard the Orpheus when we descended into the crater designated Marius-17, a nameless wound upon the far side of the moon where orbital surveys had detected a cavern extending farther beneath the surface than our...

The Duchess of Ash and Barley

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Princess Elara broke Lord Varick’s nose at the midsummer banquet after finding him behind a marble pillar with his hand around a young laundress’s wrist. Elara asked him once to release the girl. When he laughed, she struck him hard enough to send his jeweled signet ring skittering across the ballroom floor. King Aldren rose from his throne and accused his daughter of shaming the Crown, but Elara calmly replied that she had only struck the man who did. Three days later, the king announced her punishment: she would marry Lord Tomas Vale, a low-ranking noble from Greyfen, the poorest duchy in the Imperium. Greyfen had no gold mines, famous vineyards, or grand armies. It had failing barley fields, peat bogs, crumbling bridges, and an ancestral castle whose western tower leaned dangerously to one side. The court laughed when Elara departed, confident that hardship would finally crush the stubborn princess. Greyfen received its new bride beneath a cold and miserable rain. Lord Tomas waited ...

The Shed by Anonymous

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We lived with our grandfather. He had a little storage shed at the back of his property where he kept very old things, it was like a tiny little house. It had a stove, old wedding clothes, children's toys from a long time ago. It was full of family memories. Every single day, my brother would go to that shed. He always said there was a woman who lived inside. According to him, this woman was good. She lived together with two other beings, like three of them. But the one my brother kept visiting was different from the other two. He described her as a very tall, very thin woman covered in black hair, with red eyes , while the other two were reddish, and they treated her badly because she was different. Now, I want to make clear: my brother was extremely timid. He was scared of everything, the dark, horror movies, going out at night. But every single morning before kindergarten, he would go to that shed to say hello to her. He said she was always crying. He'd bring her flowers he...

Prompt #1

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If salary were not a factor, I would choose to be a university professor. For me, teaching at the university level would be a meaningful career because it combines education, personal growth, research, and the opportunity to make a lasting impact on others. One of the main reasons I would choose this profession is because I enjoy learning and sharing knowledge. A university professor is not only responsible for teaching students but also for helping them understand complex ideas, ask important questions, and develop their own perspectives. I would enjoy being able to explain a subject in a way that makes students curious and encourages them to continue learning beyond the classroom. I also like the idea of being in an environment where learning never really stops. Professors are constantly reading, researching, discussing new ideas, and staying informed about developments in their fields. That kind of career would allow me to continue growing intellectually while also helping others do...