The Hugoverse

[WP] In a world where manipulating the four elements is common, you come from a line of light users, a magic thought extinct. One day you come across a deadly situation and your powers must be used. [ Link to post .] Felix walked along the side of the dirt road towards town. The blue sun peeked out of the horizon, ready to start the day. He stayed on the outside of the road to avoid bumping into anyone or being trampled by a cart. Felix preferred solitude, and only made the trip to town when necessary, usually once a month. He always did it invisibly. He discovered his light magic at age seven, and in the seven years since then he learned to bend light around himself. He hated to steal, but was afraid that if he left money regularly someone might notice the pattern. He assumed theft would be less suspicious. Felix reached the outskirts of town as the sun found its footing in the sky. He felt glad there had been no rain recently, he hated to contend with leaving footprints in t...

Flash Fiction Challenge! Location: A rooftop | Object: A tin can [ Link to post. ] “Holy hell, I can’t believe you fixed everything ,” Chuck said. He stood on the rooftop and stared out over the bustling city. The people should have been contrite, terrified to leave their homes. Instead the streets were full of people happily going about their business. Traffic flowed like molasses, he heard sirens and horns honking in the distance. “How?” Chuck turned to face the short, rotund, blonde man. Rudy smirked. “I could explain it, but you’re an asshole. So I’ll just say, it’s my job .” Rudy stepped toward Chuck. Chuck still faced out over the city and would not have noticed Rudy stepping forward, had he not accidentally kicked a tin can. The noise caused Chuck to whirl around. “Stay there.” Chuck raised his hand and showed Rudy the number ‘1’ glowing red on his hand. “You’re not taking me back to Hell, I’ve got a new job.” A pitch black portal opened next to Chuck. Rudy stopped ...

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...

After rescuing the princess from the dragon, the king angrily tells you, "No, you idiot! I wanted you to rescue the DRAGON!" [ Link to post. ] “Arguably I did. You have met the Princess, correct your Highness?” I bowed low. My status as the King’s champion allowed my manners some wiggle room. Anyone else saying that about the Princess would be put to death. The king nodded at me. “Fair point.” “DADDY! THAT’S SO RUDE!” The Princess yelled and stormed out of the great hall. The king laughed and waved me closer. I stepped nearer to his elegant throne. “Did you present my request to the dragon?” He asked. I pulled an ivory fang from my bag. It was as long as my forearm, and almost as thick. “He agreed and sent this fang along with instructions. You must grind up the tooth and serve her a teaspoon of powdered dragon fang in a cup of fairy wing tea every night until the powder runs out. He said that will help the princess *unwind*. I whispered to him the dragon’s i...

A group of people summon a demon, but not to sell their souls for immortality or anything, they want him to DM for their game of dungeons and dragons. [ Link to post. ] After the demon’s haunting, wailing laughter, he just shook his head and a puff of smoke filled the room. He tried to leave. It was our turn to laugh. He roared. “WHY CAN’T I LEAVE?!” He lunged toward Jeff, but he looked like a dog that ran into a glass door. The thud, followed by a streaking sound as he slid down only made us laugh harder. I decided to speak up. He could probably break the binding spells if he got mad enough, or got help. “You’re not a prisoner, as such. But we did want to make sure you heard us out completely. I know it sounds crazy, but you gain something from this too.” I said. I took a step closer. “I’m Steve, the guy you assaulted is Jeff. “ Then I pointed to the other two guys on the other side of the room. “The one in the mechanic’s shirt is Dave, and finally, the portly fellow next to...

Write a story that involves a donkey, lime juice and aliens. [ Link to post. ] “This is the stupidest idea you’ve ever had, and you’ve had a lot!” I complained loudly after the donkey’s waste plopped out of it and almost onto my shoe. I was following the donkey and its rider, my commander, across the desertscape. She laughed dismissively, in the way only she can. It was not a dismissal of respect like anyone else using that tone. Her giggles translated loosely as “yeah, but you can handle it.” We’d spent two weeks alone together, hiding out behind enemy lines. “Maybe if you had *any* ideas you’d be commander. But this donkey is all we’ve got for now.” She pointed over a ridge of sand in the distance. “Look, I see lights, that’s gotta be it.” I looked up and saw brilliant blue lights fighting the dark sky to a standstill. “Let’s go over the plan again,” she said. She turned her body around on the donkey to ride it backwards while facing me. “No. We’ve gone over it at least ...

Death makes a mistake and comes to you. Upon realizing you are the wrong person, he lets you choose your death date for compensation. [ link to post ] “Wow, turns out you’re a pretty nice guy, Death,” I said after he apologized. He shook his head. “Don’t get the wrong idea. I’m not nice, I’ve just got rules I have to follow.” Death pulled a cellphone out of his robe and checked it. “I can still catch the right one, what death date did you choose?”  He asked. I had several in mind. “I don’t know, there’s so many options, so many variables. What if I have a kid? I want to be sure I’m around to take care of them. But I don’t want to end up incontinent in an old folks’ home,” I thought to myself, aloud. Death seemed annoyed by me taking so much time to think. “Look pal. Hurry up, or I’ll just kill you now,” he glared at me. He looked different. He looked human now. His scythe and robe were gone, he looked like a young man in his 20s. His hair was jet black hair and gre...

You are a police officer who has a medical condition where you cannot lie. Your boss has just placed you undercover. [ link to post ] “I can’t believe the Chief put me on this assignment. Shitty birthday,” I complained to myself with a mumble. I stood on the street corner, “smoking”. I did not know how to smoke, but I made do with just holding smoke in my mouth for a bit before blowing it out into the night air. It was enough for my character. I stood in the dark area between the glow of street lamps. Mostly out of sight, but there for people that knew I was there. I’d never worn a thong before, but I quickly grew accustomed to it. While I waited, I considered buying some for myself. The high heels were definitely not for me though, I did not know how women managed with them. The cool night air tickled my butt cheeks. Not only did my hot pink booty shorts leave my lower cheeks exposed, my wife needed to shave my hairy ass to complete the look. She enjoyed that way too much, an...