I never understood the fascination over soylent green.

Most people go ga-ga over it, but I have always found it suspicious. A plant-based alternative to meat? If it sounds too good to be true, it probably is.

Not to mention the place always gives me the heebies. Call it instinct.

Most of my friends and family have tried the food there already, but they haven’t been able to persuade me. Unlike the sheeple, I do my own research. And I believe the commie liberals in the government are in on a vast conspiracy to turn us all vegan, so that we turn docile.

It was my son who finally persuaded me to try out Longpig’s diner, atleast for research so that I can expose them on my blog (unfortunately all the social media platforms have banned me; and the judge threw out my case on what is clearly an unconstitutional violation of my first amendment rights). I now sit waiting for my plate of soylent green, while secretly broadcasting to my friends. If I go missing, know this: the lizard people are programming us to become vegan so that we all turn into sheep!

Well that was delicious! Tasted almost like bacon, but better! And I was definitely not turned into a vegan! I was able to enjoy my steak (rare) for dinner just a while back!

Will definitely recommend this place on the blog! Looks like this is one place the government doesn’t have its hands on!

Honestly im willing to bet that the transformation isnt even making them do that, they are just normally like that, and the boosted stats make them have more success.

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The moment I read the prompt, my brain went yahouuu let's go crazy!! 💃👏👏👏

I didn't even have time to write one comprehensive scene.

This sounds fun, ngl

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Interesting

The Old Enclave

Eileen stood before the bricked-up archway. It was flanked by two crumbling marble figurines set on stone plinths, one with its broken-off head resting between its feet.

When the Lower City was still open to the sky, this place was probably important. Eileen was willing to bet that it still was.

She'd been searching for the Old Enclave since she was first cast out of the Upper City as a teenager. Some said it was a myth, but she believed in the stories that spoke of a place in the Lower where decent folk could be safe and free.

She thought she'd met people from the Enclave in the slums of the Lower, but when she'd asked them how to gain entry, their answers had always been useless, and often rude.

"Read a book, kid." a man had told her, gruffly, then refused to say another word.

"Tch! Be more humble, child." one old woman had rasped, before hurrying away.

"Sorry," a younger man had said with a smirk, leering at her body in passing, "But you've got to be a real head-turner, to get in there..."

Now, as she looked up at the ancient edifice with the words "Public Library" still faintly visible above the arch, she thought she finally understood. The Lower was a place for all outcasts, some mere misfits like her, some violent and dangerous.

But the Enclave was only for the wise.

Eileen knelt down before the broken statue and placed her hands on its fallen head. Her heart skipped a beat, as she confirmed her suspicion: the broken-off head was fixed to the plinth.

So instead of lifting it, she turned it.

And then, with a soft grinding of stone upon stone, the brickwork in the archway began to part.

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BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL WONDERFUL AMAZING!! I LOVED EVERY WORD!!!! THE SPELLS WERE ABSOLUTELY GENIUS!!! OH THANK TOU FOR WRITING THIS GEMME. (MAY I ASK HOW LONG OT TOOK YOU TO WRITE THE FIRST DRAFT?) NOW I WANT TO READ MORE. ( AND IT COULD BECOME A NOVEL!! )

( I had some gloomy ideas for this fic in my own comment. What do you think? )

When we lost contact with the Voyager probes, our curiosity was piqued. So we pointed telescopes out to where Voyager I and II should have been.

When we lost the stars, we panicked. We had our sun. But we had no background cosmic radiation, not a single photon from the greater universe coming our way.

In seven months, we warred; the Polish took the entire planet, then renamed themselves to the Terra Firma System Union. A reminder that we still had Terra.

We discovered Hard Light just after the war, and with it, we sent probes all over our system.

Then, the stars came back.

We were on the opposite side of the Milky way, in another thousand-light-year wide anti-star bubble. No matter. We poured all our resources into FTL. Every last person helped. And then we had the GEP FTL Engine, able to cross that thousand light-year gap in mere days.

But we didn't head for the closest star. We went for Centauri. It was ours, and would be ours.

And what did we find when we arrived?

You.

You, the ones who ripped us away from the same stars that pushed us to land on our moon. You, the ones who caused another World War to happen. You, the ones responsible.

Even though Sol is gone, this place is still ours, and we will fight tooth-and-nail to make it happen. Leave this place and a one thousand five hundred light year bubble around where Sol used to be. Or we'll happily start the Humanity's first interstellar war crawling our way back to where Sol's original home.

Leave.

''Careful!, she could be a spy from the Vatican!'' thought the witch.

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This are only a few preliminary ideas ( I am telling here, no showing.) warning ⚠️ Darker themes and violence.

( Clarification: I literally have nothing against the Vatican or any other religion or religious people. For real! I just wrote down the instant inspiration as it came lol! ) ------------.............."""""""""*.............------------------

The supposed apprentice pretends to want to learn from the middle aged witch, while doing her job of spying on her every move. The funny twist is that: the moment the apprentice ( the girl) starts doing the exercises of revelation, she DISCOVERS that she actually has real magic. Shock and a traumatic past of training to become a spy for the religious leaders cause her to initiate a sudden awakening. She falls in deep depression ( her entire life was a lie. Did the Vatican know when they employed her? Are there others? ( With magic at the heart of ''anti-magic'' religious world center?)

The apprentice/spy becomes depressed and her magical core acts up, making her very sick.

The mentor/witch takes care of her and teaches her how to balance her powers to stay healthy. Now the apprentice has no other choice but to become an initiated witch with a purpose. '' to stop modern witch persecution and slavery''

( it turned out that Witches and even transgender boys " boys with powers have a very strong feminine inclination as they are influenced by magic which runs predominantly in female energy.'' Consequently. Those transgender witches are much more vulnerable because they are easily recognizable. Most young boys who show signs of magic kidnaped and sold to private collectors or business owners.

So the apprentice Elzina asks her mentor and guide Loaylen to work with her to unmask the real bad guys and save her sisters in magic.

A crossover with Sherlock Holmes ensues. Elzina is the Sherlock in the story and Loaylen (short: Aylen) provides her expertise in shamanism and witchcraft. (As the John of the story. She is given a larger purpose for her life as a senior high powered witch.) Which is to umask the the lies of the religious lobbies and to end Witch Slavery in the world.

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Elzina ( comes from beauty.) Loaylen ( comes from loyalty)

That's what i figured. I like the idea though. Maybe that's another prompt. :)

This is the Way

Lua was raised in The Covert, an enclave of Mandalorians. She watched brothers and sisters take the Vow and don their helmets as she grew and waited. The helmet was sacred, proof of commitment. But armor was the defining trait she planned for.

Lua whittled a figurine out of a piece of wood. She spent weeks carving it into a human shape, and weeks more carefully engraving each plate of her planned future. She interviewed her brothers and sisters throughout the Covert, asking about the purpose of each plate and where each mar in the metal came from.

Colors were vital. Every Mandalorian took the Vow, but every vow had its differences. Vows had small details, unique and important to every Mando. Tenants like passion, and protection were popular, and the difference between tan and brown was as vast and subtle as between loyalty and valor.

The day came when Lua took her vows. She entered the circle of her clansmen, helmets and armor donned, ready to accept her. The Armorer, their leader and guardian, held a helm sized for Lua. The young woman took to a knee, clutching the small wooden figure she made.

The Armorer spoke, Lua repeated after her. Word for word, the Vow she knew by heart. Memorized over years of observation and preparation.

"And what will you provide for the Covert?" the Armorer asked, "What makes you worthy?"

"I will protect our people," Lua vowed, lifting her eyes toward the faceplate of their leader, "I will fight for peace." It was displayed to all as she held up her work. Light green trim and a pine basecoat defined it.

"This is the Way." the Armorer said.

"This is the way!" they all chanted as the helmet was lowered onto Lua's head.

She was a Mandalorian.

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Glad you thought it was interesting and thanks for the critique. I meant to say that because the holder of the rock can transmogrify into anything, the person who turned into the book was transmogrifying new words onto it’s pages when they realized they had the chance to communicate with a reader.

But since the book person dropped the rock, it’s a hole in the logic.

Interesting! And well written. My only niggle is "pleas for help written on the pages before their eyes". How did that get written? And when?

Than you the story!

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No, wording's fine, it was just something I thought of!

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I didn't really have the space to cram it into the prompt, and I didn't want to color other people's ideas too much, but mostly I was trying to imply a threat of a magnitude beyond human comprehension, such that even an entity we perceive as infinite and all-powerful must focus their entire being to fight it.

The conceit here is that God may as well be infinite to us as 3.5 dimensional beings, but on the realm of other Nth demensional beings, perhaps He is not so infinite after all. It's a cosmic horror answer to the question "If God is all-powerful and all-good, why is there evil in the world?" God is busy making sure every last soul on Earth and in the afterlife doesn't become a Cthulu snack.

Glad you liked the prompt, though. Perhaps I should have worded it differently. :)

Thank you.

I like the approach in your story. I'd prefer elaboration instead of a story with a surprise sacrifice, where we don't even get to see the result. To me, this is kind of an outline. A good outline though. Thank you for the story!

There are as many real numbers as there as many imaginary numbers, but the sum of those two is still less than the amount of complex numbers (if my 3 seconds of brain usage hasnt failed me)

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I want you to know i’m pinning a gold star on your collar. id give you a reward if i had the money.

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Thanks! I appreciate the compliments. I should be more confident next time. :)

And yes, I like reading stuff in Writing Prompts, and I've been trying to write here too. It's fun. Not every prompt I try gets posted - sometimes I run out of steam - but I've posted most of them.

Thanks again.

Bursting from the tunnel, a neon urban skyline tumbles into view.

"Barbara, you need to send me those documents to my sat-chip immediately. I'm approaching the meet up location."

"On it Reese, stand by two minutes."

"Roger."

Reese is a woman dressed in a trim and proper suit. Business like, but with the stylized synthetic fringes that had become popular in recent years. Her build is defined, a square face with auburn hair and eyes.

Reese is not Reese.

Reese is also Yun. And Karthik. And Kristina, Diego, the walls, every plant.

But who is Reese really? It's forgotten itself. After the Rock of Transmogrification was unearthed during a routine drone sweep of a nearby moon nearly two decades ago, it has allowed the user to change into just about anything. It took some time to figure out, that's for sure. For the first five years, the discoverer had inadvertently turned into a book, laying on a shelf until a curious reader turned the pages and was shocked to see pleas for help written on the pages before their eyes. Because the discoverer had lost contact with the rock by dropping it when turning into a book, they had been trapped in their transmogrified state.

With this artifact in their control, the Federal Government has been able to effectively dominate all forms and espionage with their rivals, essentially securing the throne as the chief galactic power. The operator was chosen fifteen years ago. It was a rigorous process, and even after the "perfect" candidate was found and the rock surgically implanted, extensive cybernetic modifications were performed to ensure athleticism, longevity, and control.

However, in recent years, other regional players have become aware of the Rock of Transmogrification. It is a highly desirable tool.

"I've received and reviewed the files Barbara, thank you. My transportation will arrive at it's destination in thirty seconds."

"Understood Reese. Remember, you are to meet with these diplomats in room 17A. On your way out, you will move to the bathroom and transmogrify into a split: one umbilical decoy of yourself to walk out of the door, and one spider to spy on any further diplomatic proceedings."

If connected by an underground umbilical of any kind, the holder of the Rock, can split into as many entities as they would like, although research had shown that their is a total mass limit.

"Barbara, I have received and reviewed the files."

Barbara sighed. "Just doing my job Reese. Good luck."

Reese stepped off of the craft onto the landing platform. She was now in the mountains. The cream colored building resembled a church and was proportionately tall to it's width, with flying buttresses coated in gold supported it's weight. Large windows filtered light through the trees from the sunny day into the atrium. Reese walked inside.

"Good afternoon miss. Appointment?"

"Yes. I am to attend a diplomatic meeting in room 17A."

"Ms. Reese?"

"That is correct."

"Wonderful, down that hall, third door on your right."

"Thank you."

Exchanging pleasantries, Reese had an extensive discourse with the diplomats. One portly man in the room was stealing glances at her throughout the meeting. She had become used to the male gaze when she transmogrified into a woman.

"Gentlemen, thank you for your thoughts. It was a pleasure, yet our appointed time has run out. I must take my leave."

Reese walked confidently to the bathroom. She had performed this sort of information espionage countless times in her career. Inside a stall, she split into the spider and Reese. She felt something from the Rock implanted within, a sort of glowing happiness. Reese noticed that when performing anything from spying to assassinations, she could feel an almost devilish delight emanating from the Rock. It was like it reveled in the tribulations of man.

Now split into two, the spider crawled through the ductwork into the meeting room. Reese simultaneously shared a amicable goodbye with the receptionist.

Getting closer, the spider was able to assemble distant murmurings into coherent speech.

"We need to capture it! The Federal Government has oppressed us for- Ah, hello there. Ms. Reese was it? We've been expecting you."

The spider recoiled in shock. In rapid succession, a glass cup was placed over it, which was slipped into a dense plastic box, and a dense netting was tossed over it.

Outside, Reese was tackled and covered in the same netting.

Backing away, the portly diplomat laughed an evil laugh.

"Surprised? You arrogant fools at the Federal Government think you are invincible! But we knew better. Ever since we found out the about the existence of the Rock three years ago, our scientists have been perfecting methods to contain you... and extract the rock."

Screaming with terror, Reese changed. She changed into a trumpeting elephant, the spider changed into a bull. Every possible permutation of reality, the holder of the Rock morphed and cried out. But it was useless. In a brief moment of defeated stillness, what was once Reese felt a jab.

Looking up with reality fading to black, a masked and gowned scientist held a glowing blue saw. The Rock burned with delight.