The Hugoverse

You are the hero the kingdom needs, just not the one it wants. You are The Necromancer. [ Link to post. ] “I’ll be back, wait here,” I said to my wife. Her bottom jaw clapped against her upper jaw while she nodded. She still had not learned to talk yet, but she was getting better. I kissed her smooth, ivory forehead and left the house. We lived on the outskirts of town, preferring our space. We’d had one neighbor about a year ago, but he angered the wrong person. Now his house sat empty, I doubt anyone knew he was dead. I walked into town for my monthly supply run and noticed more commotion than usual. I passed a kid putting flyers up, and grabbed one from him to read. It turns out the king sought a hero to defeat a new threat. A powerful sorcerer calling himself the Demon King threatened the land, and the last guy to save the world had not presented himself yet. The king grew desperate advertising for any adventurers to take on the powerful evil. I didn’t think much of it unt...

It's been a long time, old friend. [ Link to post ] Jenny explored Regal's cabin. Her cabin now. She buried Regal five days ago, when she came back to life. She spent her days going through his notes and trying to sort her memories. Regal's pantry was completely stocked when she woke up. She would need supplies soon, but she did not know where town was. Nor did she have any idea about what she might use for money. If worse came to worse she could hunt using her magic. She quickly grew used to using the world's magic. She practiced after sunset, because she enjoyed the colors. Before the sun went down she heard a knock at Regal's door. It opened before she could answer it. "Regal! Supplies." A young voice said. A boy walked in the door carrying two large burlap sacks. One hitched over his back, the other in his arms. He stopped when he saw Jenny. He dropped the single bag from his arms. "You're alive?" He stared at her. He set the other ba...

Welcome to my universe. Here you can watch me develop it using writing prompts from r/writingprompts . Please note that the stories are listed in chronological order as they happen in-universe. The date shown is the date of the writing prompt. It's also worth mentioning that some stories contain NSFW language. Rise of the Demon Queen  - Find out how and why Ballisea became the Demon Queen. (4-05-2018) WedBlock [WP]: You are determined to propose to your partner for 3 years. Nothing can stop you. Well, maybe one thing... (11-13-2017)  Zero Hero  [WP]: You’re a normal villager in a fantasy town and the main hero has just moved in next door after completing his quest.   (11-21-2017)  Necro Romancer  [WP]: You are the hero the kingdom needs, just not the one it wants. You are The Necromancer.  (01-09-2018)  Flutter Bye [IP]: Corruption by ChrisCold (01-22-2018) Abort, Retry, Fail?  [WP]: Goodbye... (01-04-201...

There is no time left for explanations. You must destroy your city using one penny and you only have 24 hours left. [ link to post ] “Hurry, Vegas!” Regal yelled at me. “24 hour limit, but I know you can do it faster.” He held Jenny’s corpse in two pieces. Her body over his shoulder and her head in his hand. His hand glowed red to keep Jenny’s head alive. I trusted Regal. He asked me to destroy the city, so I did. I pulled a penny from my pocket and tossed it casually at a cat. The cat bolted off the trashcan lid, toppling it over. The trashcan rolled out into the street causing a car to swerve. “Alright, it’s done. Wanna tell me why?” The power went out. Regal opened a black portal and stepped through it. I joined him on a hill overlooking the city. Regal was wise, powerful, and easily entertained. He liked watching my work in action. A water tower toppled over. “The Demon Queen survived. Jenny weakened her immensely, but we couldn’t finish the job,” Regal’s head fell a bit...

A criminal sits in solitary, reflecting on the path that brought them there. [ Link to post ] “I wonder what Lauren’s doing,” Vegas said aloud to himself. Talking aloud was his only company in the box. Lauren was his only friend in any universe. He stared at the tattoo on his hands, and remembered the night he met Lauren. The tattoo was of a golden beer bottle. The first tattoo he got at 15. When he turned 25 he decided he liked the number and tattooed “25” onto the beer bottle, like a label. After he got the tattoo, an old woman he looked up to told him he needed to be in Las Vegas the next day. He spent all his money on the tattoo and tried to rob Lauren. She talked him out of it. They were Inseparable for years, then one night an older man, in his early 40s maybe, called Vegas a “drunk”. “You’re him! You’re El Borracho!” The man said, while excitedly sizing him up and down. “Sorry pal, you’re mistaken. I don’t drink,” Vegas said. He wrapped his arm around Lauren and turne...

A pandemic "illness" sweeps across the world in which its victims all have superpowers. You don't know what yours is. [ link to post I met a strange, amazing, and wonderful man when I was 15. I changed the world at 17. I was stupid at 16. He came from another world, but knew more about my world than I did. He taught me how to speak my own words. I said “portal” without having to catch the word. He knew so many words, and he put them together in the most amazing stories about the things he’d seen and done. I loved him like a father and he talked about Jenny like a daughter. She was not his actual daughter, but he felt a deep connection to her. He told me about how proud he was of her. “Words are power here.” Regal told me while we walked through the forest. “Those words that you hunt are magic words. Somehow your people started to believe that they could not speak unless they caught the right words, and no one tries anymore. When children try to speak parents shus...

Words are like animals. In order to speak a certain word you need to hunt it first. Most people have only a small vocabulary but one day you meet an old man who knows more words than you have ever heard of. [ link to post ] “Sarah!” My mom yelled my name to get my attention. I had one foot out the door, anxious to go play. I looked at her she gestured for me to “be careful”. I nodded at her and ran off to play by the stream. Stream was my first word. My parents took me on a picnic by the side of the stream when I was five years old. My parent’s house was deep within the heart of our city, and wild words were never found around people. There were plenty for sale, but my parents could not afford any of the good ones. My mother refused to let me use any of the cheap curse words, even though my dad made a case about their flexibility in conversation. That day I sat on the side of the stream with my feet dipped in the cool running water, and something shining and sparkling with...