Form Dictates Function

Robert Quick

Where the -@!# did my muse go?

Writer, dreamer, knight, shackled by entertainment . . . and people.

The first had been a rock from the garden but it hadn't even quivered. The second had been a coin. The only thing it did was give off a noise like a muffled metallic scream. That shook me. For the third I chose a stick. It had twisted and curled, writhing like a worm in a puddle. That was enough to consider the stick my first real success.

I pressed my fingertips to the tiny statue of a knight that I had taken from the Father-principal's office.

“Wake up.” I commanded.

White flakes of stone broke off, falling like hail stones to the top of the desk, as it began to move its arms. A gauntleted hand flipped up the visor revealing a stern face and the thickest mustache I'd ever seen. His eyes widened at the sight of me.

"My God, a giant!" he said. He stiffened and took a deep breath. Drawing his sword, he pointed it up at me. "In the name of the Georgian Empire, submit or die."

"What's your name, Sir Knight?"

"Not a giant but a devil!" He said.

"Sleep." I commanded.

The knight froze in mid-lunge and died.


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So fun! Thanks for taking part! <3

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Mighty-Joe Young LOA

Mighty-Joe Young LOA

Reminds me of the old yiddish story of the golem of prague. It was good, and came from a good prompt.

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Story prompt:

Give life to an inanimate object. Give it thoughts, feelings, relationships, etc. Then, at the end of your story, take it all away.

Let's Play God by GradualUprising

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