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Written by jestave in portal Fiction

The Sleeping Immortal

"Now Flanders, we've done this all before."

said Lieutenant Kelly above the roar.

"If you wanna live, follow our instruction

that turbine's moments from destruction."

Swallowing hard I stepped to the portal,

on the other side waited the immortal.

Planet sized, beyond comprehension,

the turbines held it in suspension.

They sent me out here for my brains.

Said, "We'll reward you for your pains."

The smartest man to ever live

named "Hero." Ha, more like "captive."

The smartest man to ever live?

I think that's just a title they give.

Doesn't seem to matter, here I am.

"I don't think I can--" BAM!

In a large conflagration, went

the turbine, the flames a short event.

The vacuum of space saw to that.

"Look out! That shrapnel will lay us flat!"

Screamed Kelly, running from the portal

of the space station, The Sleeping Immortal.

I turned and ran from that hellish sight.

As turbine after turbine briefly ignite

then burst apart, a god is set free,

casting off its chains, deadly debris.

Taking its first breath,

it whispers, "Death."

I ran down corridor after corridor,

scanning comms that screeched new orders,

"Abandon ship! Prime objective lost!

Sleeper wakes, Execute: Code: Defrost!"

My stomach lurched, as did the floor,

sending me headlong. Shrapnel tore

into the station, brief explosions

followed by howling winds. Visions

of Lieutenant Kelly sucked out

into space, passing with his last shout,

came to me as I regained my feet.

Lieutenant Kelly, Navy elite,

blood running down from his head,

said as he rose, "Run or we are dead!

We have to get to the ship bay.

One ship has been ordered to delay."

"For us?" I shouted, "Who's that crazy?"

"A pilot I know, names Grady."

We followed lines of red flashing light

A nightmare run, a desperate flight.

When we reached the ship bay's floor

we saw our ship by hangar's door.

Grady stood on the ship's entrance ramp

releasing the ship's magnetic clamp.

"Get your asses moving!" Grady yelled.

As the ship's clamp released what it held.

Grady raced up the ramp, out of sight,

as Kelly and I did, the ship took flight.

"Holy Shit! I can't believe we made it!"

"Shut the hell up, we are still in transit!

Grady, how far along is the fleet?"

"What's left of it is in full retreat." 

"My God! What of Code: Defrost?"

"Scrubbed, when the Magistrate was lost."

"The capital ship is lost?" I gasped.

"May she sail a deeper sky." Grady rasped.

What's the plan Duke?" Grady asked.

Kelly shook his head, his face masked.

I rose, stumbled to the ship's rear portal,

through which I saw the risen immortal.

"What holy ground have we not trod?

What fool thought he could chain a god?

Will man's arrogance ever find an end?

What foul depths, in order to ascend."

"Are you finished with your oration?"

said Kelly, "Sit down for the duration

of the jump to Sector 7.

We travel to The Gates of Heaven."

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Written by jestave in portal Fiction
The Sleeping Immortal
"Now Flanders, we've done this all before."
said Lieutenant Kelly above the roar.
"If you wanna live, follow our instruction
that turbine's moments from destruction."

Swallowing hard I stepped to the portal,
on the other side waited the immortal.
Planet sized, beyond comprehension,
the turbines held it in suspension.

They sent me out here for my brains.
Said, "We'll reward you for your pains."
The smartest man to ever live
named "Hero." Ha, more like "captive."
The smartest man to ever live?
I think that's just a title they give.
Doesn't seem to matter, here I am.

"I don't think I can--" BAM!
In a large conflagration, went
the turbine, the flames a short event.
The vacuum of space saw to that.

"Look out! That shrapnel will lay us flat!"
Screamed Kelly, running from the portal
of the space station, The Sleeping Immortal.
I turned and ran from that hellish sight.

As turbine after turbine briefly ignite
then burst apart, a god is set free,
casting off its chains, deadly debris.
Taking its first breath,
it whispers, "Death."

I ran down corridor after corridor,
scanning comms that screeched new orders,
"Abandon ship! Prime objective lost!
Sleeper wakes, Execute: Code: Defrost!"

My stomach lurched, as did the floor,
sending me headlong. Shrapnel tore
into the station, brief explosions
followed by howling winds. Visions
of Lieutenant Kelly sucked out
into space, passing with his last shout,
came to me as I regained my feet.

Lieutenant Kelly, Navy elite,
blood running down from his head,
said as he rose, "Run or we are dead!
We have to get to the ship bay.
One ship has been ordered to delay."
"For us?" I shouted, "Who's that crazy?"
"A pilot I know, names Grady."

We followed lines of red flashing light
A nightmare run, a desperate flight.
When we reached the ship bay's floor
we saw our ship by hangar's door.
Grady stood on the ship's entrance ramp
releasing the ship's magnetic clamp.
"Get your asses moving!" Grady yelled.
As the ship's clamp released what it held.
Grady raced up the ramp, out of sight,
as Kelly and I did, the ship took flight.


"Holy Shit! I can't believe we made it!"

"Shut the hell up, we are still in transit!
Grady, how far along is the fleet?"

"What's left of it is in full retreat." 

"My God! What of Code: Defrost?"

"Scrubbed, when the Magistrate was lost."

"The capital ship is lost?" I gasped.

"May she sail a deeper sky." Grady rasped.

What's the plan Duke?" Grady asked.
Kelly shook his head, his face masked.

I rose, stumbled to the ship's rear portal,
through which I saw the risen immortal.
"What holy ground have we not trod?
What fool thought he could chain a god?
Will man's arrogance ever find an end?
What foul depths, in order to ascend."

"Are you finished with your oration?"
said Kelly, "Sit down for the duration
of the jump to Sector 7.
We travel to The Gates of Heaven."
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Challenge of the Week #57: you’re god; rewrite the creation story. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $100. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
Written by jestave

Chapter 1

1:1 In the beginning, there was One. And from One Many were spun. 2 Chaos was born First of Three, Born to Chaos, Eternity. 3 Second Born came The Order touching Chaos along the Border. Bore The Order, The Last Breath, Eternities kinsman, known as Death. 4 Balance, Last Elder, Youngest Born, born to weather Brothers' Scorn, gave birth to Nature, First of Life, bound in Eternity and Deaths Strife. 5 In the Balance, between the Strife, constant friction sparked new life. The earliest, powerful Holds, bastions of life, Nature used as molds. 6 From these ancients, all life descends. In each, Order and Chaos blends.

 passage from The Book of One, The Book of Many

Book of Balance, Book of Strife, Book of Nature, Book of Life: 1:1-6

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Chapter 1
1:1 In the beginning, there was One. And from One Many were spun. 2 Chaos was born First of Three, Born to Chaos, Eternity. 3 Second Born came The Order touching Chaos along the Border. Bore The Order, The Last Breath, Eternities kinsman, known as Death. 4 Balance, Last Elder, Youngest Born, born to weather Brothers' Scorn, gave birth to Nature, First of Life, bound in Eternity and Deaths Strife. 5 In the Balance, between the Strife, constant friction sparked new life. The earliest, powerful Holds, bastions of life, Nature used as molds. 6 From these ancients, all life descends. In each, Order and Chaos blends.


 passage from The Book of One, The Book of Many
Book of Balance, Book of Strife, Book of Nature, Book of Life: 1:1-6
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Challenge of the Week #56: Write the beginning of a story about a tyrannical king who threatens the entire realm. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $100. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
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"I come for what you have."

"Do you come with something to trade?"

"No."

"Then it is by power we exchange."

"By right of power, yes."

"Is that power held in the hands of knowledge?"

"Yes."

"What words does she whisper?"

"She whispers of ghosts of shadows,

of land unwalked, of keys turned,

of a last button pressed. Alas, Babylon."

"You walk with the knowledge of God."

"And His will."

"Do you walk with his mercy as well?"

"You stand before me now."

"Then you have come to judge."

"No, I come for what is mine."

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"I come for what you have."
"Do you come with something to trade?"
"No."
"Then it is by power we exchange."
"By right of power, yes."
"Is that power held in the hands of knowledge?"
"Yes."
"What words does she whisper?"
"She whispers of ghosts of shadows,
of land unwalked, of keys turned,
of a last button pressed. Alas, Babylon."
"You walk with the knowledge of God."
"And His will."
"Do you walk with his mercy as well?"
"You stand before me now."
"Then you have come to judge."
"No, I come for what is mine."

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daily measurements

I take my coffee black;

Five tablespoons

of course grounds,

steeped in a stainless steel press

for eight minutes,

with three cups

of water boiled

then cooled,

for one minute,

so as to not burn the grounds,

providing two mugs.*

*One mug being 1.5 cups

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daily measurements
I take my coffee black;
Five tablespoons
of course grounds,
steeped in a stainless steel press
for eight minutes,
with three cups
of water boiled
then cooled,
for one minute,
so as to not burn the grounds,
providing two mugs.*


*One mug being 1.5 cups



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Write Admiral Ackbar's internal monologue while tripping on space drugs.
Written by jestave in portal Sci-Fi

Nailed it.

Ackbar couldn't feel his cheeks. That was good. It meant he was nearly there. He took another pull on his pipe and sat back in the cushions of the lounge chair. 

It's a trap!  

He had really nailed that one. 

Ackbar's head was swimming, he tilted it to the side to get a better look at the dancers. The entire building seemed to tilt with him, Ackbar's stomach lurched and he was standing, his heart pounding, ready for battle commands, but the room began to right itself, and the music from the bandstand brought him back from the bridge. The cantina came into focus and Ackbar sat back into his cushions. A lazy grin spread across his face as his gaze fell back on the dancing women.

They're a trap!

His grin grew wider. He had nailed it again.

No wonder they have me in command of the fleet. I nail it.

He took another pull on his pipe.

Everytime.

A droid came over to him, offering whatever swill this end of the galaxy produces. He took a double of the green stuff and threw it back tasting,

 peppermint with something else... almost metallic...

Ackbar's ears began to ring, softly at first and then it was all he could hear.

 Just like over Endor...

He had had the taste of metal in his mouth too. 

Right after...

Akbar surged to his feet, "It's a trap!" 

His yell cut raggedly across the cantina. The band stopped its playing, heads swiveled to look his way, the entire space in a moment had gone completely quiet. Admiral Ackbar looked about himself with confusion written on his face, as if awaking in a place he had no memory falling asleep in. Slowly, haltingly, he lowered himself into his cushions.

"It was a trap..." He muttered to himself, not quite sure why.

The sounds of the cantina, of the music and patrons, started up again, rolling over Ackbar and taking him away. His eyes fell on the dancers and lingered. He took a pull of his pipe.

Now there's a trap I'd like to spring.

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Written by jestave in portal Sci-Fi
Nailed it.
Ackbar couldn't feel his cheeks. That was good. It meant he was nearly there. He took another pull on his pipe and sat back in the cushions of the lounge chair. 

It's a trap!  

He had really nailed that one. 

Ackbar's head was swimming, he tilted it to the side to get a better look at the dancers. The entire building seemed to tilt with him, Ackbar's stomach lurched and he was standing, his heart pounding, ready for battle commands, but the room began to right itself, and the music from the bandstand brought him back from the bridge. The cantina came into focus and Ackbar sat back into his cushions. A lazy grin spread across his face as his gaze fell back on the dancing women.

They're a trap!

His grin grew wider. He had nailed it again.

No wonder they have me in command of the fleet. I nail it.

He took another pull on his pipe.

Everytime.

A droid came over to him, offering whatever swill this end of the galaxy produces. He took a double of the green stuff and threw it back tasting,

 peppermint with something else... almost metallic...

Ackbar's ears began to ring, softly at first and then it was all he could hear.

 Just like over Endor...

He had had the taste of metal in his mouth too. 

Right after...

Akbar surged to his feet, "It's a trap!" 

His yell cut raggedly across the cantina. The band stopped its playing, heads swiveled to look his way, the entire space in a moment had gone completely quiet. Admiral Ackbar looked about himself with confusion written on his face, as if awaking in a place he had no memory falling asleep in. Slowly, haltingly, he lowered himself into his cushions.

"It was a trap..." He muttered to himself, not quite sure why.

The sounds of the cantina, of the music and patrons, started up again, rolling over Ackbar and taking him away. His eyes fell on the dancers and lingered. He took a pull of his pipe.

Now there's a trap I'd like to spring.
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Behold, a Lady...
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god-complex

"Behold, a Lady...."

"My God it worked."

"God had nothing to do with it."

"Have you thought of the moral implications"

"I only think of our survival, of the species survival."

"We can not ignore what she will go through. We have to think about her, about what time and experience will reveal to her- unless. She does have all the faculties of a ...normal woman?" 

"Yes, I do not have the means, here, to limit cognitive functions without also affecting the offspring. She has all the capacities of the human woman."

"You mean to say that had you the ability--"

"I mean to say that she is completely normal in as much as a woman constructed in a lab can be."

"That is not an answer."

"That is all I will give! Mr. Hapsis, I ask you to remember what we are about here. We can not indulge in the dialogue of philosophers. We have not been given a choice. She is the currency by which we pay for survival. And I tell you, I think survival has come cheap. One life sacrificed, one life given. Have you no perspective? Can you not even fathom what she will become. The second mother to her species. She is the second coming of Eve. And I will crush under heel, any serpent in my garden."

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Behold, a Lady...
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god-complex
"Behold, a Lady...."
"My God it worked."
"God had nothing to do with it."
"Have you thought of the moral implications"
"I only think of our survival, of the species survival."
"We can not ignore what she will go through. We have to think about her, about what time and experience will reveal to her- unless. She does have all the faculties of a ...normal woman?" 
"Yes, I do not have the means, here, to limit cognitive functions without also affecting the offspring. She has all the capacities of the human woman."
"You mean to say that had you the ability--"
"I mean to say that she is completely normal in as much as a woman constructed in a lab can be."
"That is not an answer."
"That is all I will give! Mr. Hapsis, I ask you to remember what we are about here. We can not indulge in the dialogue of philosophers. We have not been given a choice. She is the currency by which we pay for survival. And I tell you, I think survival has come cheap. One life sacrificed, one life given. Have you no perspective? Can you not even fathom what she will become. The second mother to her species. She is the second coming of Eve. And I will crush under heel, any serpent in my garden."
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Do the double tanka with me! Two stanzas, five lines each, 5-7-5-7-7 syllable form each stanza (see my "Bonkers" for something of an example). Tag me, if you please! #doubletanka
Written by jestave in portal Tanka

Home

We stand at the door,

the entrance to our first house.

Before we step in 

I take you by the hand, squeeze.

Together we enter, home.

The fire crackles,

the dishwasher cycles through,

evening settles in,

Mitzi is under the bed,

I'm on the couch next to you.

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Do the double tanka with me! Two stanzas, five lines each, 5-7-5-7-7 syllable form each stanza (see my "Bonkers" for something of an example). Tag me, if you please! #doubletanka
Written by jestave in portal Tanka
Home
We stand at the door,
the entrance to our first house.
Before we step in 
I take you by the hand, squeeze.
Together we enter, home.

The fire crackles,
the dishwasher cycles through,
evening settles in,
Mitzi is under the bed,
I'm on the couch next to you.
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Write a poem about something you have no control over and how that lack of control makes you feel.
Written by jestave in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Fortune

Fickle ol' Fortune came to say

that she had made plans to walk away

as in the other way I planned to walk

"Please don't make this awkward and call just to 'talk'."

Well I never much cared for the luxurious tyrant,

"Fine by me, I travel light, I'll become a vagrant!"

Shrugging my shoulders and lifting my pack,

I set out, still dreaming, 'bout nothing I lacked.

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Write a poem about something you have no control over and how that lack of control makes you feel.
Written by jestave in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Fortune
Fickle ol' Fortune came to say
that she had made plans to walk away
as in the other way I planned to walk
"Please don't make this awkward and call just to 'talk'."
Well I never much cared for the luxurious tyrant,
"Fine by me, I travel light, I'll become a vagrant!"
Shrugging my shoulders and lifting my pack,
I set out, still dreaming, 'bout nothing I lacked.

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Write a pair of haikus, one describing how each lover feels for the other.
Written by jestave in portal Haiku

Foiled!

The moment is right,

I will have my kiss from her!

The cat saunters in

I guess I'll let him kiss me....

Mitzi? Is that you?!

Cat takes girl from boy

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Write a pair of haikus, one describing how each lover feels for the other.
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Foiled!
The moment is right,
I will have my kiss from her!
The cat saunters in

I guess I'll let him kiss me....
Mitzi? Is that you?!
Cat takes girl from boy
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Explain to the one you love why you will not be joining them in the afterlife...
Written by jestave in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Dreaming of the past

"I have something I need to tell you."

"Can it wait? I'm busy right now."'

"No."

"I'm trying to die on my own terms. Save the sappy ending."

"I wish I could have stopped you from coming here."

"Really? I think you should go sit down while I finish up."

"When you finish this station won't exist anymore. You'll be dead."

"You got me. Just go sit down and enjoy the last few minutes of your life while I set the timer."

"But that is what I am trying to tell you!'

"What are you trying to tell me? You haven't said anything!"

"I'm not going to die."

"You're delusional."

"I'm not."

"Don't make me tie you up. What we are doing here, it is bigger than us John."

"I know."

"Huh, I've done it. Timer set."

"I'm sorry for letting you walk into this alone."

"I walked into this with you."

"I cannot follow you where you are going. I want to but I can't."

"Well, I'm glad you followed me this far."

"I love you."

"Wha-

The space station, Light's Reach, imploded.

John woke drenched in sweat. The same dream, always the same dream. Images so clear. Words that entered in and out of his thoughts that he could not place, yet he understood. He pushed aside the furs covering him and climbed out of bed. He found his tunic and trousers and pulled them on. He grabbed his short sword and strapped it to his hip. Pushing aside the tent flaps, John, Emperor of the West, Magistrate of the Republic, The Younger Jhan, walked out into the winter morning on the banks of the Danube.

"Aelianus, my cuirass and helm."

The dream, it faded, the words, wriggled out of his reach. Except one. Who was Meghan?

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Explain to the one you love why you will not be joining them in the afterlife...
Written by jestave in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Dreaming of the past
"I have something I need to tell you."
"Can it wait? I'm busy right now."'
"No."
"I'm trying to die on my own terms. Save the sappy ending."
"I wish I could have stopped you from coming here."
"Really? I think you should go sit down while I finish up."
"When you finish this station won't exist anymore. You'll be dead."
"You got me. Just go sit down and enjoy the last few minutes of your life while I set the timer."
"But that is what I am trying to tell you!'
"What are you trying to tell me? You haven't said anything!"
"I'm not going to die."
"You're delusional."
"I'm not."
"Don't make me tie you up. What we are doing here, it is bigger than us John."
"I know."
"Huh, I've done it. Timer set."
"I'm sorry for letting you walk into this alone."
"I walked into this with you."
"I cannot follow you where you are going. I want to but I can't."
"Well, I'm glad you followed me this far."
"I love you."
"Wha-

The space station, Light's Reach, imploded.

John woke drenched in sweat. The same dream, always the same dream. Images so clear. Words that entered in and out of his thoughts that he could not place, yet he understood. He pushed aside the furs covering him and climbed out of bed. He found his tunic and trousers and pulled them on. He grabbed his short sword and strapped it to his hip. Pushing aside the tent flaps, John, Emperor of the West, Magistrate of the Republic, The Younger Jhan, walked out into the winter morning on the banks of the Danube.
"Aelianus, my cuirass and helm."
The dream, it faded, the words, wriggled out of his reach. Except one. Who was Meghan?
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