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March 24, 2023Writing Prompt: Bad Superpower
Prompt: Create a superpower with drawbacks that are almost worse than the benefits. (Fantasy/Sci-fi) (30 mins)
Ace twisted her fingers together nervously, peeking through the curtain to the arena beyond, hoping with all her heart she wasn’t about to make a complete fool of herself. Although, with the way things had been going lately ever since her “super” power had arrived, she doubted it.
Vibrations coursed through the ground as the speaker overhead bellowed her name. The person who had been before her rushed back through the curtains, sobbing into his hands. Gulping, Ace made her way into the arena, and gasped. The walls and floor and the viewing stadium were all splashed in color. It looked like the guy who had just been here had some sort of color splotching power, and probably couldn’t control it.
The judges’ masked faces peered anxiously at her. They were protected against the contestants with the highest level of protection possible. Force fields, masks and armor, all guarded them from possible danger.
“Alright, Ace,” came the voice of the head judge over the speaker phone. The voice was a bit muffled due to the colorful paint globs dripping into the speaker’s dust cap. “You may begin with your demonstration.”
Ace took a deep, deeeeep breath to steady her nerves.
“So, um, yes,” she said, her voice shaky. “My power is that I can move the ground.”
“Explain,” said the head judge.
“Well, have you ever seen Avatar: Last Airbender? I’m like an Earthbender.” She looked up to see the judges all shaking their heads in confusion. “Nevermind,” she said hastily. “Basically, I can create burrows in the earth, or make walls grow up really fast, or make huge mounds of rock or dirt hover easily.”
“Sounds like a very powerful ability. Why don’t you show us?”
“Yes, well,” She hesitated. “You see…”
The judge sighed. “What are the drawbacks?”
Ace sighed in relief. Maybe they wouldn’t make her demonstrate. She could just explain! That would be much preferred to having to demonstrate. She knew that all of humanity’s superpowers had drawbacks that were normally worse than the benefits themselves, and that the arena was here so that the powers’ benefits and drawbacks could be judged. She knew she was supposed to demonstrate her power, but maybe they would take mercy on her when they understood what her power was.
She straightened her back. “Whenever I try to use my power, it often disturbed the creatures in the earth, because I have to carve out the dirt to make a tunnel, or compress the soil harder. The worms especially don’t like this, and come to the surface and attack me. There are also the occasional snake, spiders, or rabbits that had been living underground too that come and take their revenge on me.
“Also, apparently I have unusual strength in using this power, because I can shove aside or lift up ground that would normally weigh much more that what I would be able to lift. And it has a counter effect: it enlarges any of the creatures that were living in the earth that I moved. I’ve had nightmares about giant earthworms strangling me for weeks!”
“Show us.”
“W-wait what?”
“I’m sorry, but these are the requirements to pass the arena and move on to be fitted for their specific ability. You must show us your power. Do not worry, there are precautions that have been taken to keep you safe.”
Ace shuddered as the voice came over the speaker with booming finality:
“Now show us.” [...]
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January 4, 2023It Was a dark and stormy night…
“It was a dark and stormy night…”
“No it wasn’t. It was snowing, remember? Maybe I should be telling the story if you can’t get the facts straight.”
“I know it was snowing, but that’s just boring! We need some pizazz if we are going to get readers interested.”
“Fine, fine, whatever. But don’t start with ‘it was a dark and stormy night,’ that’s so cliche.”
“Let’s see you come up with a better intro then.”
“I thought you would never ask.”
…
“Well?”
“I’m thinking. See, we can’t go with ‘it was snowing’ because, like you said, that’s too boring. But a blizzard is a bit much of an exaggeration don’t you think? Should we even be starting with the weather? I don’t think we should be starting with the weather. Do you think we should be starting with the weather?”
“Uuuuugh, see this is why I do the writing. You overthink everything!”
“Not true. Only when everything depends on something do I overthink it, and for good reason. You are too brash.”
“Not brash, efficient. And who even uses the word ‘brash’ anymore?”
“I do.”
“Well it’s old-fashioned.”
“Whatever, I don’t care in the slightest. It gets my meaning across and a word is a word is a word, in my opinion. You are always so quick to insult.”
“Liar. I am practically perfect in every way. Now let’s get back to business.”
“Did you just quote Mary Poppins?”
“So what if I did?”
“Nothing, nevermind. What did you say about getting back to business?”
“I can see you smirking, you know, and am choosing to ignore it.”
“Good for you.”
“We still need a first line.”
“Yes, all we have is ‘it was a dark and stormy night’ crossed out.”
“I can see that.”
…
“Awkward silence.”
“It’s not awkward, it’s contemplative.”
“Is that even a word?”
“What, contemplative? Duh, of course it’s a word. You should use a dictionary once in a while. Or even Google would do you well.”
“Ah HAH! I got it!”
“What? What? What is it? Did you see a mouse? Please tell me you didn’t see a mouse! Is it in my hair?!”
“Huh? What are you talking about? There’s no mouse, I just thought up the perfect sentence!”
“Oh, for the story? You could have said that.”
“Who knew you were deathly afraid of mice.”
“And crickets. Now shut up and tell me this brilliant line of yours.”
“Ready? Okay here it is. ‘It was a dark and SNOWY night.’”
….
“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I cannot believe I got paired with the likes of you. It’s an insult to my intelligence.”
“Oh for goodness sakes, just write it down, it was a good line.”
“Fine.”
It was a dark and snowy night…
To be continued. [...]
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January 4, 2023Creepy Story: A Staircase
From the writing prompt: “What would you do if you came across a stairway that went to nowhere in the middle of the woods?”
We were out hiking the day I disappeared. The sun was glittering softly through the trees, and turning dew drops into gems more precious than gold. All of us, a group of perhaps twenty or so, breathed the fresh green air deep into our lungs, and exhaled smiles onto our lips.
I was joking around with about four other boys, a mix of friends and cousins, all of whom got roped into coming outside today. We initially whined about the video games we could have been playing instead, but eventually lighthearted springs in our footsteps replaced our groans as we absorbed the beauty of nature. The group of adults chatted as we hiked, younger cousins hitchhiking on backs, an occasional dead branch being snatched up off the side of the trail to be used as a walking stick.
There was the occasional complaint of, “I’m tired,” and “Are we there yet?” and “Why does it have to be so steep?” but for the most part we were happy among the trees, clomping on pine needles and listening to the bird calls.
It was a full day hike, with stops for snacks and a picnic lunch along the way. We were deep in the woods when we stopped for another water break, perhaps seven miles or so from any civilization or people, save the path we walked on and the occasional other sweaty hikers we passed along the way.
This time, as we got up and resumed hiking, no one spoke. This whole time we had been chatting to each other, joking, laughing, complaining, and telling stories. But now, all I could hear was the huffing of our breaths. Flicking looks to each other out of the corner of our eyes, we could tell we could all feel it. A sense of dread had crept through us all. I kept glancing over my shoulder, feeling like someone was watching me, only to see my family and friends all glancing nervously around as well. With a shiver, I realized the birds had stopped singing, and the only sound was our footsteps and the creaking of trees in the breeze. This part of the wood was heavy. Something in the air was dark.
Occasionally, someone would pipe up, say something to break the quiet, but for the main part we remained silent, and the dread grew. Finally, I couldn’t stand it any more. I had always been loud, rowdy, loving jokes and blasting music from my speaker. My mother said I was filled with life, and just had to share it with everyone. My sisters said I was just another annoying brother.
I sped out in front of the group, turning to them and walking backwards on the path. “Hey guys, is it great out here or what? Want to sing a song or something?”
Some of the kids giggled and I thought I had broken everyone out of our trance when all of their faces froze, staring in surprise at something behind me. Curious, I turned and, still walking backwards, I tripped over a root.
I fell into a clearing.
The trees had thinned out, leaving a wide circle of open ground we had just stepped into. The path had disappeared, stopping abruptly at the edge of the clearing. But the thing that had caught all our attention was in the middle of the clearing. My eyes widened as I stared at it.
A staircase.
In the middle of the clearing was a spiral staircase made of brilliant white marble, and going up past the tops of the trees. There, it just ended, and from what I could tell, there was nothing at the top. And there was nothing else around it, no run down buildings, no ancient ruins of civilizations that could have explained its existence.
I realized my heart had sped up and my muscles had tensed. The air was so void of noise, so full of… something… that it gave me the distinct feeling that something was bad about this place, something wasn’t natural. Something was wrong.
Turning back to my group, I saw that their eyes were looking nervously around, landing anywhere but on the staircase. My littlest cousin whimpered and hugged his mom’s leg.
“This is interesting,” said one of my friends, breaking our silence and coming up to stand next to me. “Who would have thought to see a staircase in the woods? Some tourist attraction or something maybe?”
The rest of the group followed her until we were all in the clearing, staring at the staircase.
I shrugged, feigning nonchalance. My older cousins were in this group, ones that I looked up to, and suddenly I wanted to impress them with my bravery. “I’ll go and check it out,” I said.
My parents quickly shut down that idea. “Something doesn’t feel right with this place,” said my dad, brows furrowed. “I don’t want you going anywhere near it, Darius.”
Some snapped a few photos of it, then everyone started to leave, casting anxious glances back at the clearing. Without saying a word, we all understood the primal need to leave this place.
But I ignored that feeling, and hung back, my curiosity overpowering my fear for the moment. I was annoyed that my father had shut down my quest for bravery so quickly. This could be my chance to prove myself! People wouldn’t look at me like some loud, annoying kid if I discovered something amazing about these mysterious stairs. Maybe there was some world-changing discovery to be uncovered up there! What if I could find something amazing at the top? How could ten just leave it so quickly?
A few of my friends had hung back with me. “Hey Darius,” said one of them. “I dare you to climb to the top.”
That was all the encouragement I needed. “Dare accepted,” I said with a grin, and before I could chicken out I quickly strode across the clearing. I reached the foot of the staircase and took a moment to examine this fantastic and chilling phenomenon.
Huge slabs of white marble made up the stairs, stacked so they twisted up into the air, building on top of eachother and creating a solid pillar winding in on itself. There was no handrail but the steps were broad so I guessed there wouldn’t be too much fear of falling. I edged up to the first step, and realized it had a white carpet down the middle. An icy shiver slipped down my spine as I saw that it was in pristine shape, the material full and luscious, with no signs of animals or weather ever disturbing it. It was like even the bugs were afraid to crawl across it. It was in perfect shape, with not a particle of dirt blemishing the surfaces of the steps. Had someone– or something?– come and swept it? But it still looked ancient and like it had stood there for centuries due to the vines crawling up the sides and grass growing comfortably around the edges.
As I had drawn nearer, my sense of foreboding grew, and by now I was strongly regretting this decision. Still, I had a dare to uphold. I glanced back at my friends, who were hovering uncomfortably at the edge of the clearing. When they saw I was looking, they gave me thumbs up. I grinned back, faking bravio. The smile immediately fell from my face when I turned back to the stairs. I gulped. The noise was quite audible in the silence and did nothing to help my self-esteem or confidence.
I started climbing the stairs, chiding myself as I went. What was I afraid of? They were just stairs. Weird stairs, sure, but nothing to be scared of.
Right?
The first steps were easy enough. Sure, I was a bit edgy about it, but my curiosity was still driving me onward. Halfway up my unease had transformed into something more. My heart was pounding, throwing itself against my ribcage as if it was trying to escape. My palms were starting to sweat and I had started to clench and unclench my hands to release newly pent-up energy. By the time I was a third of the way up, my breath came in shorter takes and if the hairs on the back of my neck were standing before, now they were practically dancing. Goosebumps raced across my flesh until I felt like I was in some type of horror story. What on earth was going on? It was like my body was physically responding to these stairs, and every particle in my being screamed at me to leave, to run, to flee. I just gritted my teeth and kept climbing.
By the time I neared the top my whole body was shaking. Cold shivers raced up and down my spine, and I could feel my mind bending, as if some huge terrible hand had reached into my skull and was slowly squeezing. My eyes couldn’t focus on one place anymore and more than once I almost fell off. My mind was playing tricks on me, I thought I could feel my skeleton. If I placed a hand on my chest it would just sink through until I could grasp my ribs. Any time I put my hand on the inside of the stairs for stability, my hand would go numb from the stone. I needed to get down, but fear had pressure-washed my mind of any stable thought except for the driving urge to reach the top. I couldn’t remember why I was doing this anymore, only that maybe the sooner I reached the top the sooner I was free to go, free to race down the stairs and away from this horrible place.
Then music and voices started, around the fifteenth step. Suddenly I could hear again–released from the oppressing silence of the clearing– only it felt like the noise was coming from inside my head and just barely reached my ear canals. Eerie music made me cross my arms, hugging myself and shuddering, utterly spooked out. Then the voices started. Wailing, whispering, hoarse and ragged, they tore at my ears. Screaming, I put my hands over my ears, and felt blood seep out between my fingers.
And still, I kept climbing the stairs. I could barely function because of the terror inside me, building with every trembling step I took, and yet I still robotically kept climbing those horrible stairs. Around and around, up and up.
Finally, there was only one step left. The staircase ended at a small, carpeted platform with a nice view of the tree tops. Nothing else. Except for the aura surrounding it, this black vapor emanated from it, that seeped into my skin and poisoned my veins. I was on my hands and knees, so overcome by fear, terror, horror, so scaird, I had stopped breathing a few steps back. The music and voices in my head were so loud I thought I would throw up from the overpowering noise if I was even sure I had a stomach to heave anymore.
With a last, final, effort I pulled myself onto the platform and everything grew to such a volume that my body shut down, shut it out, and for a moment all was quiet and still in my mind. My lungs heaved, sucking in oxygen. But my heart was frantically pulsing against constraining bars of fear and panic. My muscles were so clenched they could have been made of iron.
For that one moment, it seemed the staircase was congratulating me, allowing me this one moment to feel my own body again, before it took over the torture.
Everything opened wide on my face to scream and scream as it all returned, worse than before. My eyes rolled back and I could see my brain. My tongue flopped, damply hitting my teeth. I wasn’t so much in pain as I was in fear.
The staircase was overpowering.
All my instincts propelled me off the platform and down the stairs as fast and I physically could. It was probably a miracle I managed to make to the bottom without tumbling over the edge. I did manage to trip on the fifth step and sort of just rolled down the last five steps until I hit the ground.
The ground! Dirt had never felt so amazing before. I would have kissed it if I wasn’t so preoccupied by scrambling to my feet and getting away as fast as possible. I stumbled to the edge of the clearing in a daze. Everything was blurry, and I was still gasping with fear, my eyes dilated, shell-shocked. Gulping, I felt saliva return to my mouth, and I let out a choked sob and tears seeped out from beneath my eyelashes.
I looked around me. It had been sunny before, and it still was now. I could see that the sun was overhead, bathing everything in an afternoon light. But for some reason, my eyes wouldn’t focus on the light. Anywhere I turned, all I could see was shadows.
My skin was tingling, and I felt like I was drifting away. I felt that this experience was too much for my body, that the stairs had changed me beyond repair.
I tried to calm my trembling hands by grasping them together, but they fell through each other. Panicked, I tried to whack my thigh, squeeze my arm, pinch my cheeks, but the same thing happened. My hands and fingers passed right through the rest of me. It was like I was made of smoke, or dust. All the atoms in my being were so shocked with terror that they had just ceased to exsist.
Crying, I wandered among the trees, mouth open, but no sound pouring out. Eyes open wide, but not really seeing. Not seeing anything except for the shadows twisting inside me. It took me a little while to realize I had been scraped by bushes and trees without feeling them. I left red footsteps in the fallen leaves, and flights of birds took off from the trees, squawking in fear as I passed below. All I could hear was my low, sorrowful moaning that filled my mind, but not my ears. I seemed unable to make thoughts.
I came amongst my hiking group. They were talking nervously in a group off the side of the path. My friends were waving their arms, gesturing back frantically towards the direction to the clearing, probably explaining how I had gone up. Their words meant nothing to me, just sounds that babbled and felt too tame on my raw ears. I tried to say, “I’m here! I’m right here!” but nothing came out of my mouth. I screamed, and remained silenced.
I wandered among my family, eyes wide, unblinking, mouth slack, my breath coming in short rapid breaths. They were talking about going back to the stairs to look for me but all of them seemed uneasy about returning.
The stairs had taken away my materialism. All I had left was my terror, filling every cell of my non-exsistnt being. After I pitifully tried to get their attention, it became apparent to me that they couldn’t see or hear me, even though I was right in front of them. I had disappeared.
The staircase had made me disappear.
I couldn’t think straight anymore. My blood was poison and the world swirled around me. Maybe if I returned to the stairs… maybe it would change me back…
I wandered through the trees, the eerie music returning and burrowing into my ears. My hands grazed tree trunks, but I couldn’t feel the bark under my skin, and I could barely see my hand in front of me. It looked ghostly, and insubstantial, like vapor about to dissipate. I was trapped in a cage of silent and overpowering terror. My breaths were so short I should have fainted by now. I already felt like it, like my head was detached from my body, like I was floating over thorns. My body was blackness, horrors entwisted into my mind, until I was nothing but a haunted spirit. I imagined my face was melting, dripping in between my toes. Oh, oh please, someone make it stop.
I came to the clearing. I shuddered a step forward, blinded by the whiteness of the staircase. If I could climb it again… maybe… I would…
Fear strangled my pulsing heart, and I fell motionless to the ground at the foot of the stairs. [...]
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March 15, 2023Ethiopian Food
My teacher* assigned me the topic to blog about food, and so here I’m going to write about my top favorite Ethiopian dishes. I don’t normally write about food! I’m more of a fantasy/news/poem-ish writer, so this is a new category for me. Food is the stuff I eat, not what I write about, but anyway, here goes nothing.
A Slight Intro to Ethiopian Food (if this is your first time hearing about it)
Injera is one of the staples of typical Ethiopian food. It is sort of hard to describe… basically it is like spongy, flat… bread? Pancake? Maybe a crêpe would be the best description. It has a pretty sour taste, and does not really go well by itself in my opinion. It is normally rolled out on a plate or a traditional platter called a gebeta, with a few extra rolls of injera on the side. Other dishes that can consist of meat, lentils, vegetables, beets, eggs, or potatoes are applied on top of the injera and then you can eat it by tearing off pieces of the rolled up injera and using it to scoop up the food. Very delicious!!
The following are some of my favorite dishes.
Shiro
Shiro is one of the more common dishes to have with injera. It has the consistency of a paste, or sauce or curry. I love it when it soaks through to the injera on the bottom, and getting to eat that flavorful part last. Shiro is made from a powder made from ground dry chickpeas, along with other mixes of various spices. It can also be VERY spicy, depending on the amount of berbere you mix into it. Berbere is a very spicy mix of spices, and is a common ingredient in lots of Ethiopian food. I don’t mind eating spicy food, but I get very affected by it (sweating, tearing up, vigorously fluttering hand by my mouth as if that’s going to help anything… you probably know the symptoms) unlike a few of my family members.
Misir Wat and Doro Wat
Misir Wat is pretty easy to explain, as this dish mostly consists of lentils. Very appealing to the stomach and taste buds, I must say. Doro Wat is a little different, as it has more of a stew consistency. Its main two ingredients are chicken (doro is chicken in Amharic if you haven’t guessed, spelled like this in the fidels: ዶሮ ) and peeled hard boiled eggs. Very delicious, and can be spicy. It also is a special meal to have, as inflation has been rising, and now the price for meat and eggs are a lot more than they were even just a few years ago.
Atkilt Wat
In our very English-speaking family, we just call this dish potatoes and carrots. Sometimes it can have cabbage with it, but for the most part I’ve had cabbage separately. As a general rule, I love potatoes, and so of course I love this dish. I’ve found I need a bigger portion of injera when eating this stew-like dish, for easier scooping-up of the potatoes.
Tibs
Tibs is a meat dish, normally either cubed beef or lamb. It usually has a lot of different spices for added flavors, and can be served separately in a group meal so that more people can dig in. I’ve often found it spicy and chewy, as well as sizzlingly crispy, and definitely worth the try if you don’t mind meat. If you are a vegetarian, don’t worry, there are a lot of other dishes you can have instead that are just as good.
Beets
Tibs is a meat dish, normally either cubed beef or lamb. It usually has a lot of different spices for added flavors, and can be served separately in a group meal so that more people can dig in. I’ve often found it spicy and chewy, as well as sizzlingly crispy, and definitely worth the try if you don’t mind meat. If you are a vegetarian, don’t worry, there are a lot of other dishes you can have instead that are just as good.
Conclusion
There are so many other dishes I haven’t covered that I’ve loved having, such as gomen, fuul, kipfo, and many others. Try looking them up if you haven’t had them, or see if there is an Ethiopian restaurant near you where you could try out this wonderful food!
*Find the teacher that stumped me here! [...]
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March 14, 2023Book Review: Project Hail Mary
Warning: Some spoilers
Summary
The book Project Hail Mary starts off when the main character wakes up to find himself in a spacecraft(?) and having no idea why he’s there. He assumes he has amnesia, because he can’t even remember his own name. He is the only one onboard, except for two dead bodies, that had been in the same coma-induced care that he had been, and evidently hadn’t survived the trip. Although he doesn’t remember who they are, he feels sadness that they died, and a feeling that they had been his friends.
After remembering that his name is Ryland Grace, he starts exploring more of the spacecraft, and realizes that he isn’t even in Earth’s orbit anymore. He comes to the conclusion that he is a scientist because he recognizes all the equipment in the lab.
As the book progresses he has more flashbacks of his life back on earth, and starts remembering who he is and what he is supposed to be doing out here. It turns out that he was a science teacher, who had ample knowledge about very sciency stuff. This was going to become useful when people started to realize that something was wrong with the sun. Alien microbes called Astrophage that grow and spread on the surface of stars were causing less of the sun’s radiation to shine on Earth. This was a catastrophic problem as it meant that crops would freeze and everyone would die. And so a last-ditch effort was pulled together to save humanity– it came in the form of Project Hail Mary, a mission sent to find a way to stop the Astrophlage. Grace eventually realizes that this is a one-way trip. He will send the answers he can hopefully find back to Earth, but there would not be enough fuel for a return trip.
A really fun part of this story is Rocky. A ship appears on the side of Grace’s craft one day(?) an alien spacecraft with an alien species from the planet Erid. Grace is the first human to make contact with other intelligent life. Like Grace, Rocky was the only one left alive on his ship. The two eventually figure out how to communicate in their different languages, as Rocky is like a rocky spider that speaks in musical notes. Rocky had also come for a solution to the Astrophage problem, as his homeworld would also be destroyed if they couldn’t find answers. So together, the two set out to find the solution to save humanity and Rocky’s people.
There are a ton of close calls as they find Taumoeba, a microbe that feeds off of the Astrophage, and try to breed the microbes and store them safely to send back to earth, as well as evolving them to survive in Earth and Erid’s atmospheres. There is also the big question of whether Grace will survive. He is sure he is going to die out there because of the fuel supply, but will he and Rocky find another way? Will they save their planets from calamity before it’s too late? Will they even survive this attempt as everything keeps going on and new problems arise to challenge their mission? And what is the real reason why Grace is on this mission? Is he really the hero he thinks himself to be? These are the questions that are spinning in the reader’s head as we follow Grace and Rocky’s journey.
Throughout this story there is so much humor and comic relief even in the tense situations the characters are thrown in. Grace’s substitutions for swearing that surprise him in the beginning are pretty hilarious, as he had trained himself not to swear when he started teaching. And Grace’s interactions with Rocky throughout the book kept me constantly laughing out loud as Weir’s sarcastic humor shone through his characters. The attempts of learning new languages, jokes surrounding the differences of their species, culture differences, and just the fun dynamic of a growing friendship keeps the reader constantly engaged and laughing in the funny moments, even though the setting is intense.
My Thoughts
I loved this book so much and would definitely recommend it!! It has a bunch of sciency terminology stuff in it that I did not completely understand, but I found it interesting to read all the same, because I like learning about new things. The book was well written, and the humorous parts had me completely laughing out loud and rereading it out loud to anyone who would listen.
My main critique would be that I found the ending slightly unsatisfactory, and annoying with some of the revelations we get as readers by the end, as well as the not-knowing. I know this sounds a bit cryptic, but I can’t say too much without giving away important details, and I’m trying to have too many spoilers for those who haven’t read it. If you have read Project Hail Mary, you will know what I’m talking about.
Overall I enjoyed this book a lot, I recommend it, and I would definitely reread it in the future.
Further Reading
Here are some links for where to find this book.
Project Hail Mary: A Novel: Weir, Andy: 9780593135204: Amazon.com: Books
Andy Weir
Project Hail Mary by Andy Weir | Goodreads [...]
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