The Aether Prompt: February 6th, 2019

Writers! Rev up your aethereal engines of imagination, and use the image above as a prompt to create a microfiction of one hundred words or less!

Anything that fits under the umbrella of speculative fiction — science fiction, fantasy, horror, supernatural fiction and more — is welcome to be shared as a comment to this post. I will select my favorite very short story from those submitted… and turn your words into a fully polished and credited presentation (in the style of my Aethereal Musings) to be featured on an upcoming Thursday on the blog!


If your piece is selected to be featured, you will be in the running to win the 2019 AETHEREAL ENGINEER WRITER SUPPORT PRIZE PACKAGE!

This mysterious box will be packed with all sorts of wonderful goodies catering to your authorly needs, all hand selected by yours truly! At a total estimated value of at least $100, you could brag about receiving one of the highest per-word payouts for any submission, anywhere!

How might you win such a fantabulous treasure?

The featured Thursday posts for Aether Prompt winners (not the initial Wednesday prompts) will receive a score. Each “Like” on a post will grant one point to the author’s score, and each unique WordPress reblog will grant three points. The author of the piece with the most points by December 1st, 2019… WINS!

I reserve the full and unquestioned right to break any ties, disqualify entries if shenanigans are suspected, and declare a winner with absolute and final authority. If you win, I will require your physical address to ship your prize to you (with standard shipping included free of charge).

So what are you waiting for? Write to get your creative engines going today! Write for the glory! Write for a chance to win a fantabulous prize!

But whatever you do, just keep writing. :-)

Take care everyone, I look forward to your creations!

~Jason H. Abbott

16 thoughts on “The Aether Prompt: February 6th, 2019

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  1. “There’s nothing there!”
    Mary’s voice sounded like it was boring through deep water, muffled and garbled. I Didn’t even look back. Before me was everything I had ever dreamed of. A stepping stone where there wasn’t one yesterday, or ever before. And another. And another.
    All lead upward, toward the curtain of stars, so that they began to blend with the blue white tapestry above me.
    “What are you doing, Ethan? The water’s cold enough to kill you. Don’t tell me you brought me here-”
    I took a step. A journey beyond and below this world began.

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    1. Congratulations, Scribe of the Vault, you’re the winner of the February 6th Aether Prompt!

      There were a lot of good entries on this one, but yours won out with me because of its great sense wonder and strong voice. Well done, and a well-deserved win!

      Your winning entry will get a featured post on Thursday, March 7th, and that also puts you in the running for the WRITER SUPPORT PRIZE PACKAGE being given out in December! Wowsers!

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      1. By the way, I watched Hilda! It was a great show full of wonder and quiet sublime moments. I loved it. A nice pallet cleanser compared to the kind of muddled and over packed dragon prince. Thanks so much for the recommendation.

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      2. Glad you enjoyed it! Fun show, I hope they get a second season. :-) My favorite episode was the one with the ghost wrestling. The outrageousness of it juxtaposed with the realistic friction between the young friends was great.


  2. David sat, his flashlight scanning the sky above. Nothing, of course. He sighed, lowering his light. Maybe his father was right. Maybe there were no aliens. Maybe all the evidence his father had collected over decades was phony.

    That wouldn’t explain his mysterious disappearance, leaving David with an insane Mother and an uncaring brother. David had pulled out his fathers work, and been amazed by the sheer amount of data on them.
    His father had been keeping something from him.

    David looked up suddenly, a bright flash of light coming from the sky and landing in the distance. He smiled.

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  3. Off in the distance, bright translucent lights break through the clouds. Ammon walked out towards the water’s edge trying to get closer to the illuminated sky. Carrying a light in his hand, Ammon stepped onto the uttermost boulder eyes focused above. “Gods, what are you sending down,” Ammon whispers.
    “Nkosi, report our findings to the advisors, but do so discreetly, it appears the prophecy has come to pass, the skies are opening, and they are coming.”
    For centuries, Ammon thought the scrolls were fallacies, but here on the 1st day of Akhet the divinity imparts its arrival.

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  4. The captain spied the single beacon’s glimmer from the surface and turned his freighter away. As he hoped, the pursuing marauders gave chase, still too far behind him for a glimpse of the light. They wouldn’t turn back to explore a dark sector if a richer bounty fled at full speed into the next galaxy. They’d capture him, kill his crew, but his son who stood sentinel over the hidden world beneath cold black waters would survive. He would die without regrets.

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  5. “A storm is coming,” he whispered gravely to himself, but his girlfriend heard and reacted: “So?” He explained it wasn’t just any storm, but one that would wash away all of humanity. She merely shrugged, but screamed when she saw him take a leap into the water without a warning. Her heart stopped for a moment, then silence overtook her when he landed on his feet, walking above water like he had done it his whole life. She denied it. Out of all people, he, her own boyfriend, was the Chosen she was sent to find. And kill.

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