I feel obligated to apologize profusely for the delay in finalizing this contest. Part of this delay was due to me suddenly coming down with sickness the previous week. Now I must say that there was a lot of enthusiasm in the community for this competition’s writing prompt, however, other obligations in life obstructed many…
After experiencing two consecutive nights of terror, the ever intrepid kikimora explorer, Sashenka Demidov, wants nothing more than some respite. As she returns to a life at sea, will she find this and more as her motley crew strengthen their bonds? For along the way to Ethiopia, there are still bizarre landscapes to be found and hints of dangers to come.
Today we usher in the new decade with TFT’s first writing contest of 2020! With seemingly no Valentines event being held this year, I came up with the idea of celebrating this new decade with a look backwards in humanity’s history.
Disclaimer: This is not one of my best pieces of writing and in hindsight is a bit cringe. I wanted to try something a bit different with the Christmas format while also including some references to my other works, but the end result isn’t up to my usual level of quality. For many people Christmas…
After a sojourn in the desert, many would consider an island getaway to be ideal. But in the dawn of the 19th century, such tropical paradises often harbor the barbous moments of man’s history. Can the intrepid kikimora explorer, Sashenka Demidov, overcome the darkness of man or will she be devoured by a darkness from beyond the stars?
The early 19th century roars ahead as modern science begins taking shape. Its adherents charge ever onward to discover the unknown and detail the obscure. Despite being a woman, the intrepid kikimora of noble birth, Sashenka Demidov, counts herself among them. Having narrowly avoided the grip of death in the forests of South Africa, she awakes in an inhospitable land of red sand and scorching heat, determined to continue her quest to shine a light upon the monster girls of this world.
”Sincerely, I believe that there isn’t any string of words that can come close to describing what goes through your mind when everything around you is shouting that death is a stone’s throw away. I for one have never been able to find that magic combination of words . . . though sometimes I wish I could, since it would mean one less failure haunting me. And tonight, I can feel that incident so vividly…”
“The Hybridus Humanoids or ‘Monster Women’ that we write about are but a shadow of this planet’s immense biodiversity, as all across the globe there are species just waiting to be discovered.” These are not the sentiments of some wretched Fantasy author in the Modern Era. No, this is the 19th century, and the proverbial determination of one aristocratic Kikimora to travel beyond her home to discover all that the world has to offer.