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And the Gods breathed, and from their breath came the Aether. When the Cosmos was born, its power and mass was caught in the breath of the Gods and contained, moving no more than a few score miles from its inception point. Thus all matter and energy swirled in the aether, and the Gods went to work (for even Gods require clay which to mold). All was light, and all was good.

The Gods played, and made planets and suns and moons and comets, and with a flick of a godly wrist they sent them spiralling around one another, buoyed by the lumineferous aether. On some, the Gods fashioned animals and trees, and on some they made intellect to worship them.

Eventually the Gods departed, bored with their creation. The all-encompassing light disappeared with the Gods, and all that remained was the dim aether. Swirling through the remaining gods-breath, the intellects of one world gazed upon the intellects of another, and each blamed the other for the departure of their God. They set about to find a way to invade.

The discovery of ships capable of travel through the aether by means of massive propellers sent the first invaders across the milky deeps towards their neighbours. They were repelled by primitive cannons, firing into the sky in great explosions. The neighbours discovered they could use the cannons to bombard their hated enemies directly, if only they built them big enough. Thus, the war was on, one side building larger cannons at the same rate the other sent armies to prevent them.

The war might have continued in perpetuity if not a third intellect had intervened. Slinging across diplomats to both worlds by means of an ingenious type of aether-traversing rope bridge, this third intellect managed to persuade both civilizations that their Gods had not departed because of the other – but because of some alternative reason. They ought to work together to find out what.

The three worlds struck an accord and, using the ingenious rope-bridges of the third civilization, built an alliance that, quite literally, pulled the worlds closer together. By the time they had devised a plan, their three planets were already nearly touching (it was lucky for those caught inbetween that the lumineferous aether was, indeed, luminous).
Astrologers had found an outer limit to their universe. An empyrean region beyond the breath of the Gods, which – to the newly cunning wise men of the three-planet empire – did not seem so far after all. That had to be the dwelling place of the Gods. They would travel there, and then settle the question of their absence once and for all.

The empire encountered resistance. Other planets, with other ideas, who sent out their own aether-traversing ships to intercept the worlds, which were propelled through space by even more giant versions of the propellers used by the first civilization. There was much fighting, death, and anguish, but every planet vanquished was another planet leashed to the empire, to provide them with slaves, food and weapons.

Finally, they reached the edge of the Empyrean, and beyond they saw nothing. The propellers stilled, the wise men debated. The leashed worlds, all in a ball on a chain, gabbled and fought and strained against their bonds. It was decided one should be sent through to meet the Gods on the other side.

Travelling alone, in his propeller-dinghy, trailing an emergency rope and sporting – just in case – a miniature cannon, the chosen one flew towards the edge of the aether. They knew this was the edge because the light ended, and beyond…there seemed to be nothing.
The dinghy passed through the lasts wisps of the aether. The wise men watched with their telescopes. The dinghy continued moving, but it was no longer being steered. They watched as the passenger got up, floating strangely, and then stopped moving. In a few moments. The gifts to the gods, the flower petals, the body of their emissary all floated into the vacuum.

It did, however, catch the attention of the Gods. In a brilliant flash, the light returned.

“What the fuck happened to our experiment?” The God known as Jack asked.

“Oh geeze, I always knew this would happen. Like leaving your pasta in the fridge for too long. Shit.” Said the God Alice.

“What is that ball of stuff? What the hell are they doing? Did that one just breach the containment?”

“I dunno. Hit the reset button before the chief gets here, or he’ll have our balls. No playing with the Quintessentiator!”

The wise men, and all their subjects, died happy, celebrating the return of their Gods even as the cleansing fire came through, igniting the very aether and scouring the world clean. Clean and ready for another creation.
FFM 2014, July 9 - The Experiment
FFM for July 9, 2014. Rest of the entries: www.deviantart.com/art/FFM-Lin…

This was randomly inspired by reading a bit about aether: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aether_(… Which made me think that if indeed any of the classical physics had been correct, wouldn't that mean rather awful things for our universe? Such as us being just some kind of little lab experiment? Anyway, had fun with this one, so enjoy =P
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Down the rabbit hole: Rabbit hole

(Omg Social Mediafication! Although I actually really enjoyed the little gamey thing. Clever)
Woo!

First: a new journal, post-FFM. You will notice my gallery has a new folder (wolfrug.deviantart.com/gallery…) with 31 new flash-fic pieces written during last month's insanity that is :iconflash-fic-month:!

One of those pieces of insanity, FFM 2014, July 5 - BoxesThe answering machine was blinking red. Elaine stared at it. Aside from the streetlight through the blinds, it was the only thing with a light on in the apartment. There was nothing to turn on. Everything was in boxes. Her sofa, her bed, all covered in boxes. She’d tried to unpack, after her brother had left with the rental van, but somehow every thing she pulled out of the damned boxes reminded her of him. Of them. The worst was the box with all the framed pictures – why had she even packed them? Elaine felt the tears well up again. For the last week all she’d done was cry, until her migraines became pre-emptive.
 
No. No. This was not how she’d spend her first night away from that cheating, no good piece of shit. She’d broken free now, and even though she had no job or prospects, and a family two states away (her brother, bless his soul, was probably halfway through Washington by now), she wasn’t going to just lie around and cry. Elaine got up
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I am assuming this is like the older-school DLDs, except with more R than D! ...or somesuch. Anyway, I liked this piece even when writing it, so I'm super-happy it got some attention :love: Thank you, thank you!
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Lauren bit her lip. Should she call Shawn or not? He and Melissa and Lindsey and Gerald had only been gone for two nights, and it was waaaay too early for Lauren to start going crazy with jealousy and boredom. If she called now they’d all make fun of her around the campfire. Or whatever fires they had up in Shawn’s uncle’s mountain cabin.

She thumbed through her phone book. Shawn’s name had a little ‘<3’ next to it. Lauren had imagined him using her phone at some point and maybe accidentally opening her contacts and seeing the heart and asking her about it, and then she’d blush and grab the phone and mumble and stuff, and then he’d blush, and then they’d start dating.

“Oh stuff it.” Lauren scrolled over to Melissa and pressed ‘call’. Mel would be fun to talk to, and maybe between the jokes and banter she could ask about Shawn.

There was a long pause before the first ring, as if the signal had taken a particularly long time to reach Melissa’s phone. Lauren lay down on her bed, staring up at the roof. She loved summer evenings; listening to her parents putter about downstairs, surfing on her laptop, window open to the night air. Everywhere the comforting light of civilization.

“Heeeey Melissa.” Lauren began when the ringing stopped. “It’s Lauren --”

“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.” Lauren could barely recognize Melissa’s voice between her panicked breaths. It made her sit up straight and grip the phone closer to her ear.

“Mel? What’s wrong? Has something happened?” Lauren felt her heart start racing, her mind galloping to keep up with the images of disasters: fire, sudden sickness, food poisoning, mountain lion attack…

“Lauren, you have to get the police or...or an ambulance or something. They got Lindsey! She’s dead!” Melissa sobbed. “Please, you have to, they’re-- oh no. Oh no. They heard the phone, they’re--” There was a strange sound in the background, a kind of clicking or rattling sound, and then Melissa screamed. For some reason it reminded her of the scream her pet bunny had uttered just before being bitten to death by a fox that had somehow gotten into their yard: primal fear. The call was cut off mid-scream.

“Melissa? Melissa? Mel?” The phone line was dead. Lauren sat, frozen and uncertain. Melissa was a joker, and practical jokes were her favourite…she loved horror movies, and before they’d left she’d made so many jokes, especially about Lauren’s fear of the dark. Maybe that was it: just some kind of bad practical joke.

She thumbed up to Lindsey and pressed call, her fingers shaking. She couldn’t stop pacing around the room. If Lindsey didn’t answer...the phone rang and rang. No answer. Maybe she was in on it too. Maybe they all were, sitting somewhere laughing. She selected Gerald next, unable to get Melissa’s scream out of her mind. If she was playing a joke, she should get an academy award for that scream. And what had that clicking noise been?

“Gerald?” Lauren’s voice was breaking. “If this is some kind of joke, it’s not funny, not funny at all.”

“Lauren?” Gerald sounded distant, as if he wasn’t quite in himself. Lauren could in her mind’s eye see the tuft of brown hair, the oversized glasses and overwrought nerdiness that made him invisible to most girls. “Laaureeen….the phones are working again Lauren. Wooow. That’s...nice…lovely to hear your voice, Lauren.”

“Gerry? What’s going on? Melissa said something had happened to Lindsey? Is this some kind of joke? It’s not funny.”

“Joke? Maaaybe, but we’re the punchline. Hahaha. Lindsey’s probably dead though.” Gerald coughed. “Oh, more blood. Haha. Guess they got my lungs. So much blood. Ha. I can’t really feel my legs any more. Oh man, this forest is dark, Lauren. Lindsey shouldn’t’ve gone into the dark with Shawn, that was a bad idea. We’re not supposed to leave the light at night, Lauren.”

“Who is they, Gerald?” Lauren asked, throat dry. For some reason all her mind could conjure up was the image of Shawn going off on some tryst with Lindsey. Lindsey of all people.

Gerald coughed again, his voice growing weaker. “They’re not like us, no no. They left the light God knows how many hundreds of thousands of years ago. We found a cave...there was a cave, Lauren, with paintings. Shawn found it. That’s where he took Lindsey, but only he came back. Then they came.” Gerald sobbed. “Click-click-click, Lauren. That’s the sound they make. The sound of the light going out.” He coughed again, and when he spoke Lauren had the distinct impression of a man drowning. “We shouldn’t have woken them...up…”

Lauren listened to the sounds of the forest, dimly audible through the phone, too numb to react at first. No more Gerald. No more Melissa. No more Lindsey. Just as she was about to hang up, the sound changed: a rustle, as if someone picked it up from the ground. “Gerald?” She asked, hope surging: this could be the moment they all start laughing their butts off, and she could start crying with relief. But it wasn’t Gerald: much closer this time, that same clicking sound, like someone rubbing two blood-drenched spines against one another. The call dropped.

Lauren was frozen in shock, but she knew she had to make one more call before rushing down to her parents. Shawn. Lauren thumbed up to the contact. “Shawn <3”. Shawn always knew what to do, Shawn was the man of action. The phone rang.

Shawn picked up almost immediately. “Shit, shit, shit.” He whispered into it. “Shut up you stupid phone.”

“S...Shawn?” Lauren whispered as well. Why did the night seem so dark all of a sudden, outside her window?

“Lauren? Is that you? The reception has been down and...listen, you have to call someone and explain, I don’t have enough battery to talk and they wouldn’t believe me anyway.” Shawn was babbling, which for some reason scared Lauren more than anything. “Lauren, there are these... things...I’m so sorry, I’m so, so, so sorry. They took Lindsey. I shouldn’t have...”

“Where are you? Tell me where you are. I’ll call the police, the ambulance, the army.”

“I don’t know exactly, we got separated in the forest…” Shawn exhaled, but when he spoke again he sounded more confident, more like his old self. “I’ll take a picture and send it. It has GPS data on it, use that.”

“Ok. Ok, just sit tight, I’ll call the police right away.”

“...tell them to bring lots of light. They seem to hate it, and they keep...turning it off. Somehow. I’ll wait here. Just tell the police we’re all lost and scared and hurt, they’ll come running.”

That sounded more like the Shawn she knew. She smiled. “Send the picture.”

“Thanks Lauren.” The gratitude in his voice made her heart flutter, despite the situation.

Getting the metadata would be simple, but first she’d go down and tell her parents, and then they’d call the police, and...her phone beeped. With eager hands, she clicked open the picture.

Shawn’s flash had activated automatically in the dark woods, illuminating what seemed like thousands of eyes, reflecting the light. The dark shapes towards the front were barely visible: hunched-over, short, but clearly humanoid, with dark skin like imps from hell, naked and beclawed.

Lauren’s breath caught in her throat.

And then, the lights went out.

[WP] Children of the Night

[WP] - Typical Horror Situation: A Forest, Night, A Monster and the Characters have been separated in the chaos. However this time the cell phones are working.


Had too much fun with this one :D It does go over the 'word limit' by about 280 words, admittedly, and I bet I could make it a lot less verbose, but there you go. Woo horror!
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Woo!

First: a new journal, post-FFM. You will notice my gallery has a new folder (wolfrug.deviantart.com/gallery…) with 31 new flash-fic pieces written during last month's insanity that is :iconflash-fic-month:!

One of those pieces of insanity, FFM 2014, July 5 - BoxesThe answering machine was blinking red. Elaine stared at it. Aside from the streetlight through the blinds, it was the only thing with a light on in the apartment. There was nothing to turn on. Everything was in boxes. Her sofa, her bed, all covered in boxes. She’d tried to unpack, after her brother had left with the rental van, but somehow every thing she pulled out of the damned boxes reminded her of him. Of them. The worst was the box with all the framed pictures – why had she even packed them? Elaine felt the tears well up again. For the last week all she’d done was cry, until her migraines became pre-emptive.
 
No. No. This was not how she’d spend her first night away from that cheating, no good piece of shit. She’d broken free now, and even though she had no job or prospects, and a family two states away (her brother, bless his soul, was probably halfway through Washington by now), she wasn’t going to just lie around and cry. Elaine got up
was given a mention by the wonderful people at DailyLitRecognition : go check out & fav the article too! -> dailylitrecognition.deviantart…

I am assuming this is like the older-school DLDs, except with more R than D! ...or somesuch. Anyway, I liked this piece even when writing it, so I'm super-happy it got some attention :love: Thank you, thank you!

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joe-wright Featured By Owner Jul 25, 2014   General Artist
Happy birthday, birthday twin! =D
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Omg, I forgot! HAPPY BIRTHDAY BELATEDLY BIRTHDAY TWINNNNNnnnnn!
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Thank you so much for the watch! I appreciate the support. :heart:
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No problem! I always enjoy picking up new people to watch during FFM =)
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Thank you for the faaaav! Whee! :lol:
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Happy birthday Wolferoo! I was going to say it in chat but I got distracted and then you left =(
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And to you!
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Happy Birthday, Wolfrug! :hug:

I hope you have/had a good day (timedifference and all that),
but more importantly, I hope you'll have many more good, better, best, great, greater, greatest, awesme, awesomer, and awesomest days to come!
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I hope so too :D Thank you!
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