I would consider Dresden (at least books 4 onward) perfectly decent writing. Butcher is also a very good worldbuilder.

Hayes' prose is fine but his world building is not super consistent. His characters also aren't super well fleshed out.

It doesn't take away from enjoyment if you aren't an overthinker like me.

A will reading.

You did follow them. Again, well done.

I , for one, would like to know more about the life of Brian.

an intriguing take on the prompt

O.o if Dresden files is a trash fire... What does that make Twilight on your scale?

I mixed the oi cunt from Aussies with the medieval shite, so it made a weird mix.

And she's sick with the big C

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I have been seen! This is my life. No, this is not a story. I really did ask out the goth girl. It wasn't a dare, though. We got married a couple of years ago... I swear, if whoever came up with this is from Indiana, I'm gonna laugh.

Still can't believe that my life is a writing prompt!

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It’s supposed to say permanently but for some reason technology sucks

Thanks for the feedback. I took the prompt as: this is normal to have promotion and relegation between worlds. Of course if people bet on end of season standings, wouldn't this be an ultimate fantasy betting pool? Couple that with: who would have some unique insight into divine judgement?

you literly state you can't die in the prompt.

"Hello, I'm Jacob. Who are you?"

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They smiled. They had worn one of Their friendlier faces for this encounter. No grinning skulls and black robes. In this case, it was the look of a kindly older man with an easy smile and soft voice.

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"Well, I get called so many things that it's often hard to remember them. What do YOU think my name is?" Sometimes, with children this young, letting them answer questions helps with the transition. It's hard to be afraid when you're curious.

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Little Jacob put his chin his hand and looked at Them with the earnestness that only a child under ten can possess when confronted by such a question. Finally, he said "You look like that Mr. Rogers guy that my dad has me watch sometimes. He's really nice... I don't know his first name though. Should I call you Mr. Rogers?"

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They laughed. "His first name is Fred. You can absolutely call me Fred." It rhymed with one of Their colloquial names anyway.

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Jacob suddenly looked around as though confused. The two of them were outside of his school and he said "Wait, you're a stranger. I'm not supposed to talk to strangers. I should get my teacher."

'Fred' shook Their head "Well, you may not know me but I know all about you Jacob. You're 7 years old and like to be called Jake since your that's what your dad calls you. This morning, you had peanut butter crackers for breakfast although you said you ate your fruit, you actually traded it for more peanut butter crackers because they're your favorite (besides Cheetos but you can't have them at school)."

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Jacob almost protested but 'Fred' made a friendly shushing motion and continued.

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"No no. I'm not going to tell and you won't get in trouble. I'm glad you ate something you liked. I also know that your Mom and Dad have a password for anyone coming to get you that you may not know." 'Fred' winked. "It's 'pancake salad'."

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Jacob laughed. He was much more at ease now and had always giggled at his password. However, now he got a little curious.

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"Are you here to take me home?"

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'Fred' held up Their hands as though balancing two sides. "Kind of. I'm not taking you to the home you know but to a new home, somewhere new that you've never been."

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Jacob looked worried and started to tear up. "But Fred, I want to go to MY home! I miss my mom and dad!"

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'Fred' got down on one knee and placed a hand on the young boy's shoulder.

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"I know. But don't worry, you'll see them again and it won't even feel very long for you. But right now, you need to be brave for them because you get to start a new adventure before they do. They're going to need to hear all about it when you next see them. Can you be brave and just a little patient for them?"

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Jacob sniffled and nodded. Then he beamed. "My dad is going to be so jealous! He loves adventures so I bet he can't wait. I'll make sure to tell him all about it when I see him."

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'Fred' stood up and put out Their hand for Jacob to grab, which he did with only the tiniest hesitation.

"Are you coming with me, Fred?" Jacob asked, with a brave face barely concealing his unshed tears.

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'Fred' smiled down at Jacob as they started to walk out away from the school. "I'll be with you all the way to the door of where you're headed. Then, when you get inside, someone else will take over and show you around."

"Oh, so you're kind of like a school bus driver? And the teacher will come and get me at the door."

The being that had taken the name 'Fred' laughed with real amusement. They were older than the mountains and could still be surprised by children.

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"Yes! I'm exactly like a bus driver, except I don't drive a bus so we'll have to walk. Is that okay?"

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Jacob nodded excitedly.

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"Now, Jacob, are you ready to get going?"

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Jacob did a little dance of excited nervousness and said "Are you sure my mom and dad will know where I am?"

'Fred', who was incapable of lying, told the boy honestly "They may not know right away but when the time comes, I'll make sure that I come and get them for you. I promise."

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Jacob squeezed Their hand and beamed a smile that would have melted hearts. "Thanks."

He looked a little hesitant afterwards and 'Fred' caught that.

"Go on Jake, if you have any questions ask away."

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"Do you have any Cheetos?"

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'Fred' laughed an real laugh again as they walked. And after handing Jacob a bag of Cheetos, continued to laugh as the questions poured in.

"Why are we walking? Don't you have a car? Do you have any games on your phone? Why don't you have a phone? Do you know the real Mr. Rogers? Does this mean I don't need to take my spelling test?"

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As the two walked away, motion slowly returned outside the school. Screams sounded as people realized that a car had tried to go around a boarding school bus and pinned a child under its tire. While the boy seemed to be alive for the moment, he was unresponsive and later died on the way to the hospital. The first responders that showed up would later say amongst themselves that they were glad the boy was unconscious because if he had been awake, he would have been in terrible pain and instead seemed as though he passed peacefully in his sleep.

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Two war veterans still serving in the military falls in love with each other but can’t act on their feelings because of military rules

You ever heard of how angler fish mate? Or how boars have constantly growing tusks?

It’s a spontaneous evolution, like if you were lit on fire you could turn to stone or become an echidna.

Also it seems painful to die millions of times instantaneously to just have a resistance to alcohol

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WE AINT DYING BOIIIIIII

"I see the world," said Andrea, "and it doesn't break under my gaze."

Her existence could be summed up with a single word: restraint. Andrea had a peculiar gift, her consciousness begeted matter. Wherever she focused, atoms reorganized to suit the product of her imagination, of which she had a lot.

Alas, the result only stood for as long as she looked at it. A shift in attention, and reality caught up to correct the breach of its law.

Towers of grass and hand-shaped altars growing like trees in fields turning to dust as fast as they came to be.

And people. If Andrea forgot, her imagination renewed them for a minute, before death claimed them.

She could create, but only for a moment. What was left after was entropy and destruction

Except today, much to Liliane's chagrin, who was currently in the process of having her lower body turning into a slab of concrete. Her team was mostly a goner. Johnny was a statue of organic gold feeding verdoyant flowers. Esme had melted and became a pool of magma surrounded by a murder of singing ravens. They sang the beauty of creation, their words like worms which wriggled under Liliane's skin, entering her thoughts.

Focus!

Liliane willed her fears back. Her lower body was a goner, she could still survive if she was fast. Weapons had been a bust, shooting bubbles and breaking into their base components. The supernatural help they had hired fled the moment they realized the target was closer to God than any of them.

All this due to a strong batch of hallucigenic mushrooms.

Hers wouldn't be the first team to fail at stopping a superhuman being gone mad. It might well be the last.

Andrea saw the world in singing colors, a world of ever changing brightness, and the real world followed suit.

And once done, the whole planet would turn to dust.

"Andrea!" Liliane shouted, "please, restrain yourself!"

"Not anymore," Andrea laughed, her hair an animated bundle of flaming snakes, flowing in mesmerizing rythme to a wind that was not there, "for the first time I am free. No more fearing for you or them."

"You're killing us all!"

"No, I am making you beautiful."

Liliane felt the concrete creeping into her lungs, stiffening her joints. The area under Andrea's will was expending, she felt it in the earth beneath her, an influence reaching to the Earth's core.

"What's your aim?" Asked Liliane in a curiously calm tone.

The dissonant serenity slowed Andrea's mad re-creation as she listened with more intention.

"To make you into shining beings, so beautiful I cannot harm you in any way. So I can finally let go."

"We're nothing, just matter that will soon turn to dust. You're so much more, you should fly among the stars."

"To me, you are all made of stars." Andrea whispered.

Liliane started to coalesce, her skin turning white hot in places, pain only kept in check because Andrea had decided so.

"But what if I don't feel like I am a star? What if I feel I'm not becoming closer to one?"

"How would you know?" Andrea's hair had a gravity of its own. This was no figure of speech, between the strands of hair Liliane could see a new world gestating. Only her mouth moved, melting concrete had grown over her eyes, she could only trust the sound.

"I don't. But have you ever looked at the stars up close?"

The creeping concrete ceased its growth, the earth held its breath.

"I'm not asking for much," Liliane continued, "just that you make sure the... template is right."

And just like that, Andrea was gone. Flying higher and higher, breaching the atmosphere and reaching a space devoid of colors.

By the time she would have a good look on a star, the drug bender would be over.

Her influence left with her. The absurdities that were Liliane's former colleagues turned to dust, she felt the same fate befalling her.

At least earth and humanity had another chance to grow on its own.

That's not so bad, Liliane thought, before the last of her turned to dust.

how is that a curse by any standard?

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