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My article on Women in Horror and the positive impacts is up!

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Just published a very weird old, short oneshot on @blasphemytales@dotart.blog
It's pretty onirical and likely not easily understandable for now, since I haven't even introduced the characters yet.
This was a test. If you read it, please do tell me if the automatic translation makes it absolutely shit, or if somehow it's still miraculously readable! My oldest short oneshots are a bit purple prosey and that may come off even worse when translated XD
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:da_w00t: Soooo hello!! I made a blog on dotart.blog, which is hosted on #WriteFreely -- a blogging platform on the fediverse that allows for longer posts! Here's the link:
https://dotart.blog/blasphemytales/
I will post oneshots and chapters from #RushIn there :artcapy4: along with character analysis and worldbuilding docs.
See thread for a lil info! ⤵️
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Stole this from @blasphemytales so I guess I’ll just… update this sporadically unless anyone wants specific answers LOL #MastoWriting #MastoArt #BitzOCs

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Dream 7
The Night of the Spirits (fantasy fiction, 2/2)

...
“We gather to look at the world as it is.

And then, we go back to our slumber.

For we were the world as it was.”

I watch them pass by and somehow, I understand that I cannot go where they are going. 

Suddenly one of the ghosts stops in front of me and seems to look at me. Just the same, I watch it closely. It's green and hollow. Like a woven surface of green light for its form. Suddenly, it addresses me, 

“You need to know that the trees are thin hollow creatures of a fine woven net. What you see during day is mostly construction. The translucent green part that is alive exists between bark and wood. That's what a tree is.” 

And as the ghost says that, all the trees start to glow green like the ghosts wandering among them, showing the gracious green hull they are. Surprised, I raise my brows and think, 

“Yes, that's how they are!”

End

(continued with dream 8)

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Dream 7
The Night of the Spirits (fantasy fiction, 1/2)

“It is tonight that we rise. 

For once in the year, 

we wake and we walk.

To remind that we were. 

That we always have been.”

The voices of the many echo in my head as I lift myself up in the middle of the forest in a pitch-black night. 

Around me spheric green lights rise from the grounds like ghosts from ancient existences. Each of them seems to have been a creature on this earth. It's hard to tell which. Human? Animal? Insect? I just can't tell. They are all just entities who once roamed this land. 

They rise and form a procession as if they are going somewhere. 

...(continued)

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Dream 6
Orca (steampunk fiction, 3/3)

The animal is somehow able to hear that and instantly starts to hustle. And the person on the other side of this damned communicator stresses, “Go, go, go, you do it!”

Click. I turn him off, take a deep breath and silently condemn that fellow who tried to put us under pressure.

“Hush. Take it slow. Ignore him. Just think of the 1,…2,…3,…4. Today we make it in a relaxed way. Forget about the race. Just 1,…2,…3,…4.”

The orca calms down again. We both start again to enjoy the travel. Him, there in the waters. Me, up there in my strange device. The landscape is just too beautiful to have it spoiled. 

But in the end the goal comes around. We hear the cheering, we endure congratulations. And at the end, I receive the prize money. 

When all the fuss is gone, I look at my account. It's enough to provide the tame orca a permanent residence at a wonderful natural resort far off from any competitions. 

He's got a life to live, you know. 

End

(continued with dream 7)

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Dream 6
Orca (steampunk fiction, 2/3)

I have no interest in winning as I do not love such races. Therefore, the orca and I take it slow after the starting ssigna. The animal seems nervous, trained to perform until exhaustion. 

“Slow down. Today we need not to win. Just enjoy the swim. Count slowly until the next push. 1,…2,…3,…4. Right, that's it. 1,…2,…3,…4.” 

It takes the orca a while to cool down but then it swims quite regularly at a relaxed pace. 

Meanwhile I struggle with my propeller engine. It's quite a stubborn steam stuff, difficult to handle. The trees in the forest get denser, that thing is not equipped to gain more height than the tree’s tips, and so, I have to maneuver it between the trunks. 

Then it happens. I scratch one of the trees and go rotatingly down, making an uneasy landing. 

It could be worse. With a few adjustments I manage to get the device airborne again after 5 minutes. Meanwhile my orca waited for me and slowly gains speed after it noticed that I am on the move again. 

Suddenly a crackling noise comes in from my communications device. “Are you okay there? We got a footage about a crash!”

I push the button to answer. “I am okay, back in air already.”

“You’d better be! Your orca is winning! You've got a good one! Come on, hurry! Or you lose your ranking!”

...(continued)

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Dream 6 (steampunk fiction, 1/3)

I am not a fan of animal competitions concerted by humans. So, it comes as a surprise to me that I find myself navigating an orca in a swimming race. By a telepathic link the human ‘jockey’ is somehow connected to the animal and demands its performance. 

The competition is set in a wonderful landscape of lush meadows and generous forests thriving in the golden sunlight of the day. Salt water canals carve through this land like a parkour maze along which the racing route is set. Us jockeys need to follow our orcas by flying a small propeller steam engine, for our telepathic link only works over a limited distance. 

Each orca has its own water canal route to manage, and therefore the animal and I are quite on our own without knowing what the others are about. Cameras on trees and video drones broadcast our course to an international audience. 

...(continued)

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Dream 5

University of Spoons (fiction, part 3/3)

As I trot from the workshop hall to the next destination, I suddenly wonder which kind of study I have actually signed in. Honestly, I have no idea. It all seems so familiar and then it is not. What am I learning here? 

Finally, I arrive at the garden where my next instructor and professor explains with a loud and serious voice, “Everybody needs to listen closely! Today we will check out the most poisonous plants in these regions. You must memorize them well!”

Side-eyeing another student next to me, I pat him on his shoulder for attention and whisper. “Psst! Excuse me, can you tell me for which study this course is running?”

Still focusing on the teacher in front of us, he answers, “Why? This whole university campus has just one subject: Civilization skills for survival.”

End

(continued with Dream 6)

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Dream 5

University of Spoons (fiction, part 2/3)

...“Yeah, that can happen. The doors are always open, you know.”

And then he leaves me alone in my bewilderment. 

I take care to place my less valuable stuff on my bed and get ready to attend the first courses of the day.

The workshop hall is cramped full with various materials for models, wooden constructions and other weird stuff created probably by the students. In the center a huge assembly of desks and stools provides working spaces, and somehow, I recognize my study group at one corner there. It's a small group and the instructor explains to me that we do spoons today. She hands me a piece of wood and some carving knives. 

“Just carve the spoons you need for yourself. Spoons for soup, for dessert, and you might want to make two kinds of ladles.  A flat one and one that can really take lots of liquid.” 

Eagerly, I start carving and indeed, it works out fine. Soon, I make a flat ladle and a spoon for soup. The rest, I will have to do next time. 

...(continued)

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Dream 5

University of Spoons (fiction, part 1/3)

It's a vast and flat countryside with fields, forests and small villages. Few people live here. But the huge university campus right in there contradicts this notion of the land. Yet, it tries to fit in. With simple buildings that are at best two levels high. 

I signed in for a particular study here and as this place is far off from any cities, I need to reside in the dormitory halls like anybody else. 

So, when I arrive there, one of the older students shows me the dorm rooms and guides me to my bed. “This is yours. As you can see, there are several vacant beds but I recommend you the one that is closer to the others.” 

“Yes, really? I prefer the privacy.” 

He shrugs. “Yeah, we all do, but here the conditions are different. You need to get organized with the others because sometimes there are raids in the night.”

“Raids!?”

...(continued)

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Dream 4
New Priest (science fiction, part 3/3)

...Enthusiastically, it rolls forward, turns its head with a big smile and says, “Hello! I am the new priest! How are you doing?” I smile back while the robot keeps on driving towards its designated place.

Behind it, people slowly follow, complaining loud and sound why we got a machine now.

##

I wake up, it’s 6 o'clock in the morning. The wholesome bells of the church echo relentlessly through my village. I groan. There is no robot priest. We live in the now of no robots yet. But there is no human priest either. Suddenly, I realize:

The bells are moved by an automat!

It goes:

Rrrrrt, rrrrrrt, rrrrt,

*click*

DING

*click*

DONG

*click*

….

End

(continued with Dream 5)

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Dream 4
New Priest (science fiction, part2/3)

...So, the village is waiting. And the longer it takes the more some become aware how insignificant we are.

But one day, the news spread. “We get a new priest! He is coming!” My friend tells me that the priest plans to come by the local bus. As we have only one bus stop and two dates per day, it is not too difficult to estimate when he will arrive.

So, I walk down the street, a bit late maybe but he won't run away so quickly for he probably needs to greet all the people waiting at the bus stop to see him. From the distance I already notice how the crowd dissolves and something strange comes into my direction at the other side of the street rolling on the pavement. I stop and stare at it. 

...(continued)

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Dream 4

New Priest (science fiction, part1/3)

I live in a small picturesque village in the countryside. Here, each village has its tiny church and with its church there comes the local Roman Catholic priest, the central person for community feelings and social gatherings. 

Our former priest moved away and so, his place became vacant for a new one. But nobody comes. The mayor sent a letter to church but there was only the answer that they are working on it. Church has a shortage on personnel. First, they invited priests from Poland to take the vacant seats. And they did. And now, not even priests from Poland want to come. 

I am not part of the church and therefore I am never obliged to go to the services. Yet, I was friendly to the priest and I also had the patience to listen to his broken words in my language. I think he was sad that I was a heathen to his paradigm. Well, and now he is gone after struggling in vain to find acceptance here. Because particularly, the old group of hunters was not to thrilled about his Polish accent. They never can be convinced, no matter how friendly one is. 

...(continued)

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Dream 3

Coal Ship (steampunk fiction, part3/3)

Suddenly I realize that I have no choice but need to escape into the land. I will be completely lost there! But there is no alternative. 

Running, jumping, running and then hiding offside in the land. From the distance I see how the ship gets set into position and released to the rest of the water canal for continuing its journey. 

I look at it for a while until it vanishes into the corners of the canal. Strange, suddenly there is no noise anymore. No constant pumping and hissing of the machine. Stillness. Only a few chirps by birds. 

Somehow, I realize that the land is not bad at all. It's all calm. Why was I so afraid?

Slowly turning around, I spot a farmhouse half a mile away. Okay, … it will be okay. I just go there and tell them that I can work all day long. In this fresh air. In this wonderful stillness. 

They will welcome that. 

End

(continued with Dream 4)

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Dream 3
Coal Ship (steampunk fiction, part2/3)

...I think my life is lousy. Shoveling the coal each day is horrible. It makes my skin look grey, the ship’s surface is grey and the water bears the same lame color. The concrete walls of the canal are not different, except for the land. The land, it has this menacing green. I think this green can be dangerous. I have no idea how to deal with it.

So, I remain on the ship.

But one day I overdid it. Slept too long and skipped my shift for the coal. The others are already looking for me. The punishment for missing a task is incredibly exhausting and I cannot take it no more.

Slowly, the ship is rising again within one watergate. Water gurgles from the sides into the basin where the vessel rests. I hide in a doorway of a gallery, hoping that the others don't find me. What shall I do?

...(continued)

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Dream 3

Coal Ship (steampunk fiction, part1/3)

The water of the canal is always grey. Forced into its straight boundaries of concrete, it streams through the whole country, miles and miles of grey fuzzy water pushing forward. 

Our ship is one of many. Sturdy. Barely narrower than the water canal itself, it works its path along the tight stream, relentlessly abiding to the demands of industry to deliver the goods on time. About 60 people must operate this vessel, each of them assigned to the tasks which should never be missed. Shoveling the coal, administering the machine, handling the goods, scrubbing the floor, helping in the kitchen. That's all that I have to do each day, there never is a pause. 

Only when we are shifting through a watergate, there are some moments left when I can gaze into the countryside. It's green, lush, and a few farm houses. Huge trees shade the canal, making the world small. I have no idea how it is out there. I have always been on the ship. 

...(continued)

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