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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Fairy Tales & Fantasy
- Subject: Ghost Stories / Paranormal
- Published: 05/11/2022
Fate's Dilemma
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Fate sat motionless at her loom as she weaved the story of Olith and its people. Her fingers glided over the threads as the shuttle danced through. In her realm, nothing moved while everything moved. Fate had no form, and yet, she appeared in an infinite variety of shapes.
Suddenly, she paused as her trunk hovered over her work and sniffed. Then, she ran a tentacle over her work and the thread she had been working with, while an eye stalk inspected everything.
“Is everything alright?” Fate said to himself as he rested a paw on the top of the frame of the loom.
“A card has a bent corner,” she said in reply as she leaned back from the table. Slowly, four of her six multi-faceted eyes blinked slowly at herself.
Fate picked the card up in one of her claws while the other claw touched the corner. If the mass of ooze that was Fate had a face, it would have had a frown as the dice floated through its body. Its quivering mass rolled up from the floor causing the dice to roll over and over.
Fate stood up from leaning over the book. “Yes, there is a stain in the book. The end of an age. That happens. It has happened countless times before on countless other worlds, and it will happen again, countless times more.”
It used a copper rod to point to the last line it had written. “It is not just that the page is flawed, but now the ink will not set. The world is in chaos, dying.”
“All worlds die, but this is premature. We must correct this, but what we have done, we cannot undo.”
For several minutes, Fate looked at the problem. Her forked tongue darted out periodically. Several times, it touched its work, then looked at the remainder. “This will fix it,” she finally said.
She pulled some of the thread from the bobbin, licked her fingers and ran them across the thread. The frayed strands adhered to the thread, making it smooth once again. She then used a needle to prick her finger and placed a drop of her yellow blood on the thread before rolling it back on the bobbin. Satisfied, she began weaving again.
Fate resumed her work. To herself she thought, “I have given the world a chance to abate the chaos so it may live its full measure. The Spring of the World is all but gone, but my instrument has the ability to rebalance the world. This may save the others for a while longer. But at what cost? Even we do not yet know.”
Fate's Dilemma(Patrick S. Smith)
Fate sat motionless at her loom as she weaved the story of Olith and its people. Her fingers glided over the threads as the shuttle danced through. In her realm, nothing moved while everything moved. Fate had no form, and yet, she appeared in an infinite variety of shapes.
Suddenly, she paused as her trunk hovered over her work and sniffed. Then, she ran a tentacle over her work and the thread she had been working with, while an eye stalk inspected everything.
“Is everything alright?” Fate said to himself as he rested a paw on the top of the frame of the loom.
“A card has a bent corner,” she said in reply as she leaned back from the table. Slowly, four of her six multi-faceted eyes blinked slowly at herself.
Fate picked the card up in one of her claws while the other claw touched the corner. If the mass of ooze that was Fate had a face, it would have had a frown as the dice floated through its body. Its quivering mass rolled up from the floor causing the dice to roll over and over.
Fate stood up from leaning over the book. “Yes, there is a stain in the book. The end of an age. That happens. It has happened countless times before on countless other worlds, and it will happen again, countless times more.”
It used a copper rod to point to the last line it had written. “It is not just that the page is flawed, but now the ink will not set. The world is in chaos, dying.”
“All worlds die, but this is premature. We must correct this, but what we have done, we cannot undo.”
For several minutes, Fate looked at the problem. Her forked tongue darted out periodically. Several times, it touched its work, then looked at the remainder. “This will fix it,” she finally said.
She pulled some of the thread from the bobbin, licked her fingers and ran them across the thread. The frayed strands adhered to the thread, making it smooth once again. She then used a needle to prick her finger and placed a drop of her yellow blood on the thread before rolling it back on the bobbin. Satisfied, she began weaving again.
Fate resumed her work. To herself she thought, “I have given the world a chance to abate the chaos so it may live its full measure. The Spring of the World is all but gone, but my instrument has the ability to rebalance the world. This may save the others for a while longer. But at what cost? Even we do not yet know.”
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Lillian Kazmierczak
05/19/2022That was really interesting. I enjoyed the story, but I enjoyed the way you wrote it even more. I loved the way you changed and rechanged fate just as fate does. Great writing!
Congratulations on short story star of the day!
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Kevin Hughes
05/19/2022Aloha Patrick,
Well done. As you can tell by the thread...we all loved it.
Smiles, Kevin
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Shirley Smothers
05/19/2022Your story is rich with detail. It reminds me of the Greek and Roman tales of the fates. No one knows too much of their own fate. Thank you for sharing.
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JD
05/18/2022Intriguing and thought provoking read. And since none of us really know our fate I thought the constantly changing way you described it/he/her was quite brilliant, since you never provided clarity about 'Fate', literally. Happy short story STAR of the day, Patrick! : )
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Shelly Garrod
05/13/2022If only it was that easy to do a do-over and fix our world. If only Fate could change our existing world and truly make it anew!! It is the human race we need to change!!
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