Writer’s Workshop Submissions. Cycle 4, Week 2

Welcome to Cycle 4, Week 2 of the Writer’s Workshop!

Submission rules (note: these will differ slightly from week to week)

  • You can only submit one story per week.

  • [color=blue]The theme for this week is “The Burning, and how we were changed forever”.[/color] (thanks @CableX17 )

  • [color=blue]The story must also tie in with this cycle’s theme “My Little Steampunk adventures”.[/color]

  • [color=blue]You must incorporate a wombat into the background of one scene.[/color]

  • We’re asking for submissions to be no more than 400 words.

  • Vote for as many stories as you want - simply ‘like’ the associated post by clicking the heart at the bottom of the submission.

  • If you submit a story continuation from a previous week, there will be a varying number of automatic “likes” associated with the submission.

  • Keep all discussion of this week over here, as anything in this thread that isn’t a story will be moved or deleted.

Story submissions will close on Wednesday October 16th.

If there are any questions, feel free to pop over to the discussion thread and ask away. Click here to view the upcoming theme schedule.

Good luck writers! :smiley:

"Who do you side for?"
Those words have hung in my head like a ball of lead as I walked back past the scorched ruins of the university. The Wombat logo that only yesterday shone gold was now nothing but a charred and blackened mess. As the city of Udmance sat silent I made my way through the damage left behind from the Burning. That’s what they called it “The Burning”, and they can’t even admit that it was so much more. The Magic Men must have let loose their most devastating fire magic against nothing but unprepared peons. But, I couldn’t hate them, even after the slaughter was finished and all I knew lay burned or dying, I felt only envy. So much power had been held in a single spell that I found myself craving it. Stunned by my sudden realization I did not notice the feeling of being watched creep up my spine.
"I see you have found your answer. Mr.Drake"
I freeze, shocked silent. The one man I could be sure was dead, watched die, stood behind me, waiting. “Pr- Professor?” I spin around expecting to see him standing there, only to find a shadow cut out of the air. Horrified, an unable to move I can only watch the shadow as it seems to shift into the form of a man.
“This is a reminder for next time Mr.Drake, for you see, man isn’t the only one to walk this earth.” Then with a twisted, inhuman smirk, he disappeared in a cold burst of fire that seemed to suck the life out of the world, vanishing.
I found myself running, scared and confused and barely standing I made towards the edge of town. Hoping against hope to make it out alive. I didn’t know how far I’d run when I found myself at a rescue zeppelin. Be it fate or luck didn’t matter, I was grateful of it. I gave him all I had and told him that everyone go because anyone else was already gone knowing I had probably doomed those still here. Then I calmed just enough to realize. This was only the beginning.


The Burning, and How We Were Changed Forever
From the
Chronicles of the Uhra, Part Two

“Arthur, I think it’s looking at us,” Harvey Kesser said.

The signs of exhaustion and worry were clear across the pair’s face. Arthur Finnebaker’s clothes were powdered with soot from reloading the Aerial Globe Uhra’s double cannon relentlessly.

“Well, it was to be expected. We’d best make our leave.” Arthur reloaded the cannon’s chambers with one final salvo and rushed across the basket to the twisting system of ropes and valves that directed the Uhra.

The switch was just in time. As the bird-like Titan lunged at the bloated balloon of the craft, a violent rush of air was let out, allowing it to dive down into the streets of the city of Carbas. The basket bounced hard against the cobblestone, but it held strong and regained altitude as they sailed down the thoroughfare.

We’re a bit low, aren’t we?! What if we run into someone?” Harv yelled against the rushing wind.

“Nonsense, I was observing the roadways earlier in the battle. This route’s been cleared of traffic. The only thing blocking us is—”

Arthur’s report was cut short as the Uhra crashed into a tall fence, scattering timber everywhere. A group of small, gray creatures could be seen sprinting away as they pushed through without hesitation.

“—that…wombat zoo.” He wiped his face. “I could have sworn we had another block to go.”

“Don’t worry about it now!” Harv shouted back. “I know the guy who ran it, he owed me anyway! We’ve got bigger issues, because that Titan’s figured out your little ploy!”

The monstrous bird of prey was tailing the craft, its wings casting an endless shadow over them and the buildings on their sides. Its eyes glowed malevolently.

“We’re trapped!!” Harv realized.

But there was no witty remark by Arthur, no skillful dodge this time.

*A torrent of fire struck the *Uhra, batting it like a fly in a windstorm. The ship crashed violently against building after building, finally rolling to a stop in the street.

Arthur blinked. Looking around, he realized he had been safely caught in the Uhra’s rope controls. Harv had been tossed out, but miraculously, he had gotten back up and was limping towards the wreck.

“I didn’t know it breathed fire,” Arthur winced. “It must be some sort of phoenix…” He then noticed the now-dark gray sky overhead. “…and now we’ve got some bad weather to worry about, too.”

“It’s not clouds,” Harv said. “It’s smoke. Carbas is burning.”


reminder: submissions end on wednesday, with voting continuing through thursday…