Unfinished Stories and Ideas

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Trying my hand at prompts again. I may try to theme them in the future, but I'm not sure yet. Currently they tend to stray to the fantastical side of things.

Le Caverne des Merveilles

"I still think you should have stayed behind," a gruff young man scolded from the shadows.

"For the last time, I can take care of myself!" a second defended, a sling around his left arm and a cut across his cheek.

"Guys, knock it off," a third interrupted, the eldest of the bunch.

"What is that?" the last of the group asked, moving silently to the sill of the broken window.

"What?"

"Down there," he pointed. "People."

"This area is heavily patrolled," the gruff one said, half to himself.

"We need to help them," the injured one proclaimed, heading to the broken door frame at the back of the room.

"It could be a trick," the eldest cautioned.

"That's a risk I'm willing to take," said the fourth, the smartest and also most compassionate of the four.

The two were already on their way out, unwavering in their decision. The gruff one grumbled as he and the eldest quickly followed.

A batch of friends who met through each other end up renting and sharing a large apartment. The three girls share one room, three boys in the other, and the seventh friend takes the couch. Despite trying to live a normal life, they all have a secret. In fact, they all have the same secret, just slightly different. Each one of them would go to insane lengths to cover it up too. So what causes all of their secrets to come spilling out like a hard-to-believe tidal wave?

A group of three unlikely friends find themselves living life on the go. Two of them aren't quite human and are being hunted by multiple parties. The third is a boringly mundane human who just tries to look out for their childish companions. Their life of trying not to burn/topple things everywhere they go is hard enough without always being on the run from the Royal Hunters and the Bounty Hunters, two factions who despise each other.

In a world where gods and goddesses are but myths, two groups race for an impossibly powerful artifact which controls one of the five domains. What they don't realize is each domain has a personality and feelings. So what could be scarier than the wrong people getting their hands on that artifact? The siblings of the other four domains awakening when it happens.

While traveling through the countryside of a post-apocalyptic society, one of the tires of their car goes flat. Most of the group is outside helping with the repair when disaster strikes. Slipping through the muddy road, screams echo as they are attacked, resulting in the car sliding right over the edge of the cliff, with two people still inside. Dumbstruck and grieving, the remaining survivors head to the nearest town and sign up for a small, flash funeral (a common thing those days) while they restock supplies and procure a new vehicle. On the last day of their stay, they go down to the church to get some closure. However, in the middle of the ceremony, their (presumed) dead friends burst in and crash their own funeral, raging mad and covered in scores.

Parallel realities tend to be more stable than you think. In this case, a small action of good prevented a problem from festering, so the world was normal and no one even knew. In the second world, this action never occurred and the problem grew worse and worse until it started an apocalypse. Both worlds run side by side, never interfering with each other. That is, until one fateful night. In the first world, friends were just having a sleepover. In the other, the same friends -brought together under completely different circumstances- were sheltering for the night in the ruins of the same house. The same people in the same house... reality was wary but nothing happened. Not at first. When the two versions of the same person stood in the exact same spot at the exact same time, the parallel worlds twitched. Virtually nothing changed, nothing other than the two versions of the person swapping worlds of course.

A man was tasked with watching over a trio of plucky friends (for nothing but minimum wage). The friends, though they can be quite startling, were rather harmless and ended up befriending the man. In fact, they were like children. Not physically, but they had been programmed with a similar mental capacity to children. Somehow, that made it all the more obnoxious for their watcher.

After a successful start to the launching and operation of the newest space station, the second half of the crew was being sent up. With a lot of professionals, they had everything from botanists to electricians to engineers. As the new group was beginning to settle into the routine, their life got upended. A small, remote detonation in one of the smaller supply rooms narrowly missed vital systems but did manage to cut communication from the station to the Earth. With help too far away, the crew is left to figure out which among them did it and why, also fearing a system failure at any time.

Hope you enjoyed. If you want less fantasy/apocalypse stuff and more whatever, let me know!